In the fatal copy of the system, my survival rule, Su Nuo, is to be a qualified "drama queen".
Wrapped in a light pink sweatshirt and holding a canvas bag decorated with plush pendants, I will always be the "newbie" who trembles with fear - I will scream when NPCs approach, and hide behind my teammates when in danger. No one knows that there are micro scalpels and strong acid hidden inside my canvas bag, and they don't know that my appearance of weakness is all disguise. Relying on this appearance, I escaped from death again and again in dungeons such as Heavy Rain Sanatorium and Abandoned Ancient Temple.
It wasn't until I met Gu Zhun that my "acting skills" failed for the first time.
This man in a dark jacket looks like a precise instrument. The mechanical watch on the wrist keeps time, and the notebook is filled with deduction formulas. The trajectory of NPCs can be calculated just by the sound of footsteps, and even danger can be predicted in advance. "Hide in the utility room for 30 seconds. My weak point is my right shoulder." His words broke through my little act of pretending to be panicked, causing my carefully maintained persona to almost collapse.
Forced to form a team, I continued to play the weakling while testing this "logic monster". We started from the medical record No. 0715 Of the sanatorium and traveled through layers of copies. The clues gradually connected to my hidden personality secrets and also involved his past with the system.
When my disguise collided with his deduction, this survival game quietly changed. Could he have miscalculated once? And can my sincerity hidden under my acting skills be accurately "deduced" by him?
