Preserved Flowers and the Grotesque

Name: Preserved Flowers and the Grotesque
Author: Old Curly Hair Doesn't Eat Grass

by Old Curly Hair Doesn't Eat Grass

completed Mystery Fantastical World Female Lead

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25Kwords8chapters

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Ch. 8 — Second Night Death Party

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About This Novel

That day God gave Qin Que the mysterious power of immortality, but after that day, everything changed. . . He woke up from a bed and found that he was not in a familiar home, but in a bedroom he had never seen before. He rubbed his messy hair and walked out, only to find that the room was empty, and a strange black cat was looking at him blankly. He walked slowly to the door of the room, ready to open the door to find someone to ask about the situation, but there was a knock on the door. Looking through the cat's eyes, he could see that it was a strange uncle, who might be wearing someone's clothes. The uncle in the factory is wearing a blue overalls suit. His eyes are very inconsistent on the left and right sides of his face, and his whole face protrudes forward very strangely, like a fish. You open the door in confusion, and are about to ask about the current situation, but the uncle speaks first, "Can I help you put on your shoes?" I have a face full of doubts, what kind of mysterious unfolding is this, but before I can say anything, he hands me something. What is this? A chocolate? Before I could figure out what he gave me, he rushed into the house very quickly and started rummaging around. I followed him and saw him picking up a red ball of wool from the corner of the sofa. Only then did I notice a note on the coffee table in front of the sofa just as I was about to pick it up. When I looked at it, the fish-head uncle didn't know where the machete came from, and pierced my heart with a machete. I just felt that my vision went black, and I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes next time, I appeared on this bed again, and everything in this room was as if I had never been there. . .