①The reborn concubine Lin Jianyu avenged the tragic death of her child in her previous life, and this time she has a blessed pregnancy. Chapter 37: Pretend that the fetus is unstable to lure the snake out of its hole, and use the advantage of multiple fetuses to send enemies from the past life to the cold palace one by one for special relief.
When Ni Wu led his daughter and pushed open the door of the consulting room, he never expected to run into Pei Huaiyu, whom he had not seen for seven years. The man under the white coat was still cold and dignified, and his eyes behind the rimless glasses were alienated as usual - until he raised his head and saw clearly the "strange mother" wearing a mask in front of him. My six-year-old daughter's heart test sheet suddenly became hot to the touch. Sweat dripped from Ni Wu's palms, and his fingertips unconsciously pinched the door handle. Seven years of peaceful life were shattered into shards of glass in this second. The doctor who returned home without saying goodbye back then has now become his daughter's attending physician. Destiny used this scalpel to accurately cut open her most painful old injury. "The Color of the Mist" uses the gentlest writing style to write about the cruelest reunion: when the child's heartbeat is transmitted to the ex's ear through the stethoscope, when the "congenital heart disease" on the medical record may hide the bloodline code. We are all waiting for the plot after the sentence "Enter——", will we recognize each other or say goodbye forever? After all, there are some wounds that even the best cardiac surgeons cannot suture.
There is a false pregnancy and miscarriage in the middle and late stages, and there will be a child later. It feels quite consistent. Moreover, it is one of the few female protagonists to enter the palace, namely Zhaoyi, and her position is relatively high.
"If you are buried alive, you must survive!" His cold words seven years ago were as sharp as an ice pick. Since then, there has been a rough stone coffin in the Qingshi Courtyard. He taught her the secret technique of turtle breath with his own hands, and brushed her trembling eyelashes with his knuckles: "Keep your breath, concentrate, and be like the jade sinking into the abyss." In the seventh year, the Xuanyin coffin was opened. The soil fell rustlingly, and the skylight pierced the darkness underground. She slowly opened her eyes in the coffin, her hair stained with dust and her lips pale, but she saw a trace of undetectable anxiety between his usually stern brows. "Grandpa, the three days have not come yet, are you impatient?" Her breath was weak, but the corners of her lips curved in a sly arc. ◆ He is the Taoist master who controls the taboos of life and death, and he is also a "cruel" person who seals her underground every year and digs her out with his own hands. ◆ She is the beloved lady who was "buried alive" to temper her muscles and bones, and who was "buried alive" to sharpen her heart and soul. ◆ The sarcophagus was rough, but the warmth from his palms burned into my heart; the secret technique was strict, and the "life-saving lamp" he lit on the ground never went out. "Nonsense!" He reprimanded in a deep voice, but with an imperceptible tremble in his outstretched hand, he wrapped her cold body in a thick fur. The mysterious coffin in which all the monsters were buried became her unique "Yin Meridian" warm couch. "Are you afraid?" He asked. She buried her head in his neck, inhaling the cold fragrance of pine and ink: "Grandpa is guarding outside the coffin... He can even break into the underworld."
"Night Encounter: From Accident to Brilliant Life" The night is dark. In the hotel corridor, Xia Zhu was holding a large bouquet of roses, her heart beating like a drum. This part-time job came suddenly - delivering flowers to room 8888 for a guest who didn't want to show up, but the remuneration was worth her week's living expenses. "It should be right here." Xia Zhu took a deep breath and freed her hand to ring the doorbell. The door opened unexpectedly, and a hand with sharp bones pulled her into the darkness. Roses were scattered all over the floor, and before she could even see the other person's face clearly, all her exclamations were silenced by the passionate kiss. The next morning, Xia Zhu woke up on the messy sheets, and there was no one around her. Only the physical discomfort and a touch of dark red on the sheets reminded her that last night was not a dream. She put on her clothes tremblingly and found a strange men's watch in her pocket - a platinum dial with the letters "XC" engraved on the back. "Asshole!" Xia Zhu held the watch tightly in her hands, but her tears fell uncontrollably. She was just a junior in college, relying on work-study to pay for her tuition. She never thought she would encounter something like this. Returning to the small apartment she shared with her best friend Zhang Min, Xia Zhu locked herself in the bathroom for two full hours. When she came out with red and swollen eyes, Zhang Min was sitting on the sofa with the watch in front of her. "This is a Patek Philippe, worth at least three hundred thousand." Zhang Min pushed up his glasses and said in a serious tone, "Xia Zhu, what happened?" A month later, when the pregnancy test stick showed two red lines, Xia Zhu's world turned upside down again. In the corridor of the school hospital, she clutched the examination report, and the doctor's words echoed in her ears: "It's been five weeks, we need to make a decision as soon as possible." "Stay." Zhang Min held her cold hand, "I checked, and that 'XC' is probably Xi Hancheng of the Xi Group. If it is really him..." "I don't need anyone's charity." Xia Zhu interrupted her, her eyes gradually becoming firmer, "But I do need a reason to make myself stronger." In the pawn shop, the watch was exchanged for 280,000 in cash. Xia Zhu used the money to register the "Zhuguang Floral Art" studio. Starting from taking orders in her dormitory, she realized her flower art dream step by step. When she was seven months pregnant, Xia Zhu walked to clients under the scorching sun with a full belly and almost fainted on the roadside; the day before she gave birth, she was still arranging flowers for the wedding; during her confinement period, she taught herself business management through video tutorials... Everyone said that this single mother was crazy, but only Xia Zhu knew that every time she saw her son Lele's innocent smile, she had the courage to move on. Eight years passed by like a fleeting moment. What was once a small studio has grown into a well-known brand with a chain of twelve stores. On this day, the eighth anniversary celebration of "Pearl Flower Art" was held at the Royal Hotel, and Xia Zhu, the founder, was delivering a speech on the stage. "... Thank you to everyone who supports us, especially the most important little man in my life - Xia Lele." Xia Zhu looked at her son in the first row of the audience, her eyes full of pride. Amidst the applause, the general manager of the hotel suddenly came on stage: "It is a great honor for Mr. Xi Hancheng, President of Xi Group, to attend our event!" Xia Zhu's smile froze on her face. The man who walked onto the stage with steady steps was clearly the silhouette of that night eight years ago. What made her even more suffocated was that under the man's rolled-up cuffs, a watch that was very similar to the one in her safe was revealed. "Miss Xia's floral brand is impressive." Xi Hancheng stretched out his hand to her, but his eyes fell on Lele who was talking to Zhang Min in the audience. "Especially your concept of integrating oriental aesthetics and modern design coincides with the investment direction our group is looking for." When his fingertips touched Xia Zhu's palm, both of them were shocked at the same time. That familiar electric current penetrated eight years. "Are we...?" Xi Hancheng's pupils suddenly shrank. He stood up slowly, his eyes wandering on Xia Zhu's pale face: "It turned out to be you that night. I have been looking for all these years..." "Mr. Xi admitted the wrong person." Xia Zhu interrupted him, but her voice trembled slightly, "Lele, it's time for us to cut the cake." After the celebration, Xia Zhu hurriedly left with Lele. In the underground parking lot, Xi Hancheng blocked her way. "The XC on the back of the watch is my initials." He directly showed the watch on his wrist, "And this is only the 'Eternity' series, which is limited to three pairs in the world. Miss Xia knows where the other one is." Lele curiously probed her head: "Mom, he is my dad, right? You always said that dad went to a place far away..." "I need an explanation." Xi Hancheng's voice was rare with pleading, "I was drugged that night, and I had an emergency trip abroad the next day. When I came back, the hotel surveillance had been covered..." Xia Zhu hugged her son tightly, and the grievances and strength of the past eight years broke out at this moment: "Then what? What is Mr. Xi going to do now? Send us mother and son away with money?" "No." Xi Hancheng reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I want to ask you to give me a chance to make up for the eight years I missed." The night breeze blew through the parking lot, bringing with it the coolness of early autumn. Xia Zhu looked at the man in front of her who had changed her life, and suddenly remembered that desperate morning eight years ago. If someone had told her at that time that this accident would allow her to meet the best version of herself, she would not have believed it. But fate is so strange - sometimes, after the deepest night, there will be the brightest dawn. ---
| "Delta: Bringing Mai Xiaowen home at the beginning" - Internet addicted boy × mechanical lolita, his game cheat actually came true! Zhang Hao rubbed his temples and climbed up from the cement truck, and suddenly heard a faint mechanical voice: "Commander's vital signs detected..." Looking down, a cute girl wearing a Delta combat uniform was tugging on his trouser legs, and the dull hair on her head was shining with the same red light as the game. "Mai... Mai Xiaowen?!" He stared at the real-life version of SSR Warrior in his game, his hands shaking like chaff. The girl tilted her head and blinked her mechanical eyes: "According to Article 3 of the "Field Code", the commander stays up all night continuously - Xiaowen has the right to activate the forced sleep program." Later, the military base exploded - the mechanical queen who dominated the battlefield collected his game console on time every night: "Commander, it's time to recharge." However, she secretly used nanomachines to rub his sore wrists all night long. Sci-Fi sweet pet | When the game wife breaks through the dimension to take care of you, "I'll tie you to the medical bay if you have any more equipment!" She held the wrench fiercely, but secretly kissed the chip on his forehead while he was sleeping. #Humanmachinelove #He picked up the top plug-in by exploding his liver #electronic wife comes true
In her previous life, the market entrance was as windy and snowy as a knife, and Nanxun never looked at her until she died. Wen Sheng was heartbroken and reborn, returning to the cold night when her reputation was first destroyed and she wanted to commit suicide by throwing herself into a lake. This time, she no longer resisted the person who "jumped" into her life - Shengjing's little bully Nan Xun. Everyone in the world knows that Nanxun is a playboy, but only Wen Sheng knows that this "young man" hides a sincere heart and a shocking secret. She put aside her reserve and took the initiative to approach, in the name of repaying her kindness, and actually "provoked" him. "Axun..." She called softly, with unfinished attachment and regret from her previous life. Nanxun, however, felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy, and her face flushed: "Miss Wen, respect yourself! There are differences between men and women!" Wen Sheng smiled lightly, and brushed his (her) nervously clenched sleeves with her fingertips: "The grace of saving my life should be pledged with my body. The rules... I abide by them, or I may not abide by them." From then on, her "repaying kindness" became Nanxun's sweet obsession. We were in the same room behind the screen, and he (she) was sitting upright, but she insisted on handing over a bowl of soup she had made by herself, and her fingertips accidentally brushed against his (her) cold palm. In front of the sick bed, she took care of him personally regardless of "ethics". She gently shook the medicine cup and wiped her lips with her bare hands. She was so shocked that the "little bully" was at a loss and her heartbeat was beating like a drum. In the eyes of others, the daily life of a "couple" is deviant, but it is a sweet confrontation in which she (she) is losing ground every step of the way. The love that could not be expressed verbally in the previous life has turned into a steady flow of closeness and protection in this life. She knew he (she) was a woman, but she loved her magnanimous and sincere soul even more. In this life, Wen Sheng wants to brush away the snow from Nanxun's eyebrows with her own hands, and compose with her a song of eternal joy that is not defined by the world.
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[Ancient sweet pet] Who does the cold-faced man bend over for? "My 26-Year-Old Female Tenant" unlocks the twists and turns in the ups and downs of the business world **Text:** > There are undercurrents in the business world in Jinling. He is the strategist of the Chen Dong family. He is cold and self-possessed, and he has no plans left. > > However, he fell into the hands of his "female tenant" - Mrs. Zhaoyang. > > On that day, the wealthy Jiangnan silk and satin merchant "Yunjin Pavilion" suddenly rescheduled the event, putting the grand event he had prepared for a long time in jeopardy. The subordinates are as silent as cicadas, and no one dares to touch the master's evil scale. > > She was the only one who dared to speak out when he was in a state of despair. > > Chen Jingming was so dumbfounded by what she said that he sighed softly with all his plans in mind. Seeing how angry she was, she finally softened her tone, with a bit of helplessness, but also hidden connivance: >> "Yunjin Pavilion suddenly changed its mind, how could I not be annoyed? However, it is so powerful, there are so many embroidery workshops in Jiangnan to choose from? It is as difficult for my Chen family to get the name of the eighth 'Imperial Offering'... Zhaoyang," His gaze fell deeply into her clear eyes, and his words were serious and thoughtful, as if sighing, "When you are under the eaves, sometimes... You need to understand the four words of 'patience' and 'compromise' in order to achieve stability and success." >> He spoke of business principles, but his eyes were fixed on her. How can you teach her to compromise? He was clearly "compromising" with her - he was annoyed with her recklessness, but he loved her freshness; he was angry with her for being rebellious, but he was also greedy for this unique frankness. > > **She was his accident, and she was the bead in his precise abacus that disturbed his heartstrings. ** >> At the age of 26, she accidentally became a "tenant" in his house, but she didn't know that she had already become his "creditor". See how the cold-faced boss bends for love, and stages a sweet and evenly matched game between the ups and downs of the business world and the love of the boudoir! > > **"My 26-Year-Old Female Tenant" - Let's see how the business giants are manipulated by the little girl to the point of "dumbing whether to laugh or cry", and how happy they are! **
The following is the content of the tweet "Dressed as a violent princess, the yandere villain begs me to love him": Have you ever thought about what happens when a modern soul travels to ancient times and becomes a violent princess that everyone is afraid of? "Dressed as a violent princess, the yandere villain begs me to love him" will reveal the answer for you. Xie Fengyao accidentally traveled through time and became the cannon fodder fifth princess of the Western Chu Kingdom, who was dissolute, violent and cruel. The original owner would die suddenly soon. In order to change her fate, she left Qisha, a young dead man with strong martial arts skills, as an amulet. Qisha was originally a ruthless and ruthless soldier, but while getting along with Xie Fengyao, he gradually developed a different kind of affection. One day, he climbed onto Xie Fengyao's bed with red eyes and begged "Master, please love me..." The contrast was so cute that it made people's hearts beat faster. In the novel, the heroine strives to survive in a palace full of dangers. While she has to deal with various conspiracies and machinations, she also has to face the affection of a yandere villain. The plot is exciting and full of sweetness. If you like elements such as cross-dressing, yandere, and sweet pets, then this novel is definitely not to be missed. Come and take a look at the love-hate entanglement between the tyrannical princess and the yandere villain.
### Story summary - **Mysterious Gathering**: Ten strangers with different clothes and from different time and space are trapped in a strange room and forced to participate in a deadly "game", with one person disappearing in each round. - **Cruel Rules**: The bronze bird on the clock announced the rule: "Ten people enter the game, one person is sacrificed, and the rest get their wish." It implies that the participants must sacrifice one person to realize their wish, but the truth is even more twisted. - **First Round of Sacrifice**: The man wearing a silver future costume became the first victim. The way he disappeared was horrifying, leaving only blood stains on the seat that seeped into the table. - **Hidden truth**: The crow on the chest of the man in the top hat implies that the memories of the survivors will be tampered with, and the collapse of the woman in the Victoria dress means "someone disappeared last time", implying that this is a loop game. - **Secret Room Discovered**: The old man in medieval robes uses blood to activate the hidden map, revealing the building structure and underground altar, and at the same time releasing some kind of imprisoned terrifying existence. This writing will focus on the choices made by ten strangers after discovering the secret of the secret room, and their different reactions when facing unknown horrors, showing the changes and distortions of human nature in extreme environments. --- The tungsten lamp suddenly flickered violently, like the last convulsions of a dying person. Under the dim light, the spiral stone steps extended downward into the thick darkness, as if leading to the throat of some ancient beast. The smelly wind surged up from the ground, carrying the smell of rust and rotting flesh. "We have to go down." The old man in medieval robes pressed his bleeding palm on the map, and his voice was as low as thunder, "before the third round of sacrifices begins." The man in the modern suit slammed the table and stood up. The candlelight on the table shook violently, casting a distorted shadow on his face. "Are you kidding me? Didn't you hear something tugging on the chain down there?" His tie was askew, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "That thing sounds like it weighs at least five hundred pounds!" The woman in the Victorian dress suddenly let out a hysterical chuckle. Her slender fingers were digging into the edge of the table, her nails split and blood oozing out. "Don't you understand?" Her voice trembled so much that it was almost out of tune, "We have been selected ten times... Or a hundred times... And we forget every time..." There was a soft "click" from the corner of the room. Everyone turned their heads and saw the man who had been silent and wearing a World War II-era military uniform pressing an old-fashioned revolver against his temple. His eyes were empty, but there was a weird smile on his lips. "For the tenth time," he muttered to himself, "this time I'm going to take the first step." "No!" The woman in the tutu screamed and rushed towards him. The sound of gunfire was deafening in the confined space. The body of the man in military uniform slowly slid to the ground, blood gurgling from the bullet hole in his temple, winding into a stream on the floor and flowing in the direction of the spiral staircase. What's creepy is that the blood disappeared as if it was absorbed when it came into contact with the first step. "Voluntary sacrifice..." The crow on the top hat man's chest made a hoarse cry, "The most delicious." The clock suddenly struck crazily. It was not the previous regular time, but a crazy and disorderly banging sound. The bronze bird's neck was twisted 180 degrees, and its glass eyes were staring at the body of the man in military uniform: "Second round, completed." The tungsten lamp exploded with a "pop", and glass fragments fell like rain. In the last moment before falling into darkness, everyone saw that the body of the man in military uniform was melting, softening and deforming like a candle, and finally turned into a puddle of human-shaped wax oil, seeping into the cracks of the floor. In the absolute darkness, the only sound left was the breathing of nine people. "Ah————!" A heart-rending scream suddenly cut through the darkness, followed by the muffled sound of flesh hitting the wall, and then the heartbreaking sound of bones shattering. When the spare candle spontaneously ignited strangely and dim light filled the room again, there were only eight people left at the round table. The young girl wearing 1970s bell-bottoms and a colorful headscarf was gone. On her seat, there was a broken red plastic hairpin with a few strands of blond hair stuck to it. "She... She was right next to me just now..." The woman in the tutu skirt trembled all over, and the sound of her teeth chattering could be heard clearly, "There was something in the dark... Dragging her away..." The copper balance suddenly made a harsh metal friction sound. The shriveled heart had doubled in size at this moment, its surface was covered with protruding blood vessels, and it was beating regularly. At the other end of the scale, a small pile of gray-white powder appeared at some point, looking like... Ashes. "Time is running out." The old man in the robe suddenly strode towards the spiral staircase, and the corner of his robe swept the blood on the ground. "Every time a person disappears, the things below wake up a little bit." "Are you fucking crazy?" The man in a modern suit grabbed the old man's arm, "Didn't you hear the sound of the chains getting closer? That thing is obviously imprisoned. Do you want to go down and serve it as an appetizer?" The old man slowly turned his head. Under the candlelight, his face suddenly became blurry, as if covered with a layer of flowing mist. Only the voice was still clear: "Young man, do you think it is safer to stay here?" The man in the top hat suddenly let out a deep laugh. He gracefully took off his top hat, revealing a horrifying truth - his head had been neatly cut from the middle, and the two halves of the brain were clearly visible, but they were still functioning normally. The crow on his chest jumped on his shoulder, pecking at his exposed brain affectionately. "Interesting multiple-choice question, isn't it?" The two halves of his lips squirmed out of sync, "Go down and face the known horror, or stay here and wait for the unknown sacrifice?" The woman in the Victorian dress suddenly began to laugh crazily. She grabbed the candlestick, and the flames almost burned her eyebrows. "I'm fed up!" She screamed, "Every time! Every time!" She turned to the remaining people, her eyes unfocused, "Didn't you notice? The man in the silver tights was there last time! The last time too! We are like bugs trapped in amber, repeating the same nightmare over and over again!" The room suddenly became eerily quiet. Only the ticking of the clock and the sound of chains coming from the ground intertwined to form a strange rhythm. The woman in the tutu skirt slowly squatted down and picked up the broken hairpin on the ground, tears falling silently. "Lily..." She whispered the name of the missing girl, "She pushed me down the stairs last time... I locked her in the closet last time... We always betray each other like this..." The old man in the robe suddenly coughed violently, and balls of black floc spewed out from his mouth. After falling on the ground, they crawled towards the spiral staircase as if they were alive. "No time," he gasped, "He is waking up." As if to confirm his words, the whole building suddenly shook violently. Large areas of wallpaper peeled off, revealing the names written densely in blood on the back - all the people who had participated in this "game". Some names have faded and turned yellow, while others are so fresh that they are still dripping with blood. The man in a modern suit suddenly rushed to the round table and grabbed the map with a faint green light. "Look here!" His trembling fingers pointed to a small room mark on the outside of the building, "This 'between the mirrors'! All routes avoid it, as if it was deliberately hidden!" The neurons in the brain tissue of the man in the top hat suddenly emitted a strange fluorescence. "Ah... Mirror of Memory..." The two halves of his lips twisted into different expressions, "Anyone who sees the truth... Will go crazy..." There was another violent vibration, and this time gravel and dust began to fall from the ceiling. A long, inhuman howl came from deep in the spiral staircase, as if some kind of monster that had been sleeping for thousands of years finally opened its eyes. "The troops are divided into two groups." The old man in the robe said decisively, and he took out a bunch of rusty keys from his arms. "Young man, you take three people to 'Between the Mirrors'. The rest of you follow me down to delay." "Delay for time?" The woman in the tutu skirt asked sharply, "for what purpose? Our lives?" The old man did not answer, but just lifted a corner of the robe - his waist below had turned into translucent black tentacles, twisting uneasily. "We are no longer alive," he said calmly, "we just haven't realized that we are dead yet." This sentence was like a bucket of ice water poured on everyone's heads. The woman in the Victorian dress suddenly became quiet. She slowly raised her arms. Under the candlelight, her skin showed a strange translucent state, and the bones and blood vessels underneath could be vaguely seen. "That's it..." She said softly, "that's why we repeat it again and again... Because the dead can't move forward..." The man in the modern suit suddenly punched the table: "Fuck! I don't believe in this evil!" He grabbed the candlestick and map and pointed at the woman in the tutu skirt and the other two, "You three, follow me! The rest... I wish you good luck." The two teams parted ways at the entrance of the spiral staircase. One group ran along the dark corridor to the hidden "between the mirrors", while the other group stepped onto the bloody stairs leading to the underground without hesitation. The corridor seemed to have no end, and the names written in blood on the wall began to whisper, telling each other the moment of death. The man in a modern suit ran at the front, the candle flickering violently in his hand and threatening to go out at any time. "The third door on the left!" He shouted, referring to the map, "that's the blacked-out mark!" The four of them stopped in front of an inconspicuous wooden door. Unlike other ornate doors, this door was as simple as a makeshift one, with a vague symbol painted on it with dried blood - a pierced eye. The woman in the tutu suddenly grabbed the man in the suit's arm: "Wait... I recognize this symbol... This is..." The door suddenly opened automatically. Inside is a small space of less than five square meters, with all four walls, ceiling and floor made of mirrors. Countless images of them are reflected in the mirror, layer upon layer extending to infinity. But the most chilling thing is that the movements of each mirror image are out of sync with the original body. Some are laughing, some are crying, and some have even turned into rotting corpses. "Mirror of Memory..." A familiar voice came from the mirror. The four of them saw in horror that the man in silver tights was standing deep in the countless mirrors, waving to them. His body was in pieces, but he was still speaking: "Welcome to the truth..." The man in the suit boldly stepped into the room, and his mirror image immediately underwent horrific changes - "him" in the mirror began to age rapidly, and his skin peeled off, revealing the skeleton underneath. "What the hell is this?!" He backed away in horror, only to bump into another version of himself. The mirror image was covered in blood and held a bloody knife in its hand. "Each mirror image is how you looked in other reincarnations..." The voice of the man in silver tights came from all directions, "Look what you have done..." The woman in the tutu skirt suddenly let out a heart-rending scream. In the mirror in front of her, another one of her was suffocating a little girl with a pillow - it was Lily wearing a colorful headscarf. "No! This is not me! I have never done anything like this!" She punched the mirror frantically, her knuckles cracked and bleeding. "Of course I did..." Lily in the mirror suddenly turned her head, her neck twisted 180 degrees, "It's just that every time it's over, the crows will peck at your memories..." The ground suddenly shook violently, and a mirror cracked, and black mucus oozed from the cracks. The image of the man in silver tights began to distort: "He is coming... Decide quickly... Whether to continue reincarnation... Or to end it completely..." At the same time, an inhuman roar came from deep in the spiral staircase. The team of the old man in robes has arrived at the underground altar - a circular space made of bones. There is a humanoid creature locked on the central stone platform. Its skin is as transparent as cicada wings, and you can directly see the squirming internal organs and multiple beating hearts inside. "The Ancient One..." The crow on the top hat man's chest lowered his head in awe, "The Weaver of Dreams..." The humanoid creature suddenly opened its milky white eyes without pupils. The chain was broken inch by inch. The woman in the Victorian dress stepped forward slowly and performed an ancient etiquette: "We have brought sacrifices..." She pointed to her empty chest, "Our memories... Our pain... Please grant eternal sleep..." The ancient one made a sound like the friction of glass, and its transparent fingers traced everyone's forehead. The top hat man's head suddenly healed, and then he showed a relieved smile: "Finally... I remembered..." In "Between the Mirrors", four mirrors shattered at the same time, and countless fragments were suspended in the air, each reflecting a different death scene. The voice of the man in silver tights became weaker and weaker: "Choose... Continue reincarnation... Or pierce your eyes with mirror fragments... Escape this nightmare forever..." The woman in the tutu skirt tremblingly picked up a sharp fragment, her vision blurred with tears: "Lily... I'm sorry..." The man in the modern suit suddenly snatched the fragment from her hand and stabbed his eyeball without hesitation. The moment blood spurted out, the mirrors in the entire room burst at the same time, and countless fragments fell like rain. In the severe pain, he heard a gentle female voice: "The third round of sacrifice... Completed..." The whole building began to collapse, and the walls twisted and deformed like melted wax. The bodies of all participants gradually became transparent, and finally turned into dots of fluorescent light that dissipated in the air. The bronze bird of the clock flew out of the ruins, its mechanical wings stained with blood, but its voice was extremely clear: "The game is over... Waiting for the next batch of players..." In the eternal darkness, ten chairs were arranged neatly around the round table again. The tungsten lamp hissed on, and under the dim light, the new ten people were looking around blankly. They were dressed in different clothes and from different eras, with confusion and fear written on their faces. The copper bird turned its neck and made a hoarse declaration: "Ten people enter the game, one person is sacrificed, and the rest get their wish..." (The story ends in a loop, implying that this horror game will continue forever) --- **The story may develop in these directions**: - **The true identity of the crow**: The crow on the chest of the man in the top hat implies that it has the ability to tamper with memories, and may be the supervisor of this loop game or some kind of supernatural entity. - **Secret of the Ancient One**: The "Ancient One" imprisoned in the underground altar is called the "Weaver of Dreams", implying that the entire space may be a nightmare dimension created by it. - **The truth between the mirrors**: In "Between the Mirrors", the man in silver tights mentioned "other reincarnations", implying that this death game has been repeated countless times, and the participants will forget every time. I hope this story full of suspense and horror elements will satisfy your requirements. If more details or adjustments are needed, please feel free to let me know. Okay, I will continue this suspenseful thriller story and delve into the secrets of this strange world. The following is the next development of the story. I will focus on describing the psychological changes of the characters in desperate situations and the truth of this horror game. - **A new cycle begins**: The tenth batch of players enters the game, including the heroine Lin Huai (modern forensic doctor), Chen Mo (Republic of China detective), Elizabeth (Victorian era psychic) and other characters from various eras. - **Hidden Ability Awakening**: Lin Huai discovered that his forensic knowledge has become a "death retrospection" ability in the game, and he can see the death memory on items. - **Key clues emerge**: Chen Mo's pocket watch shows that all players died on the same day, implying that this space is the "rift between life and death." - **Fragments of Truth**: Elizabeth channeled and discovered that the players are all "untranscended souls", trapped in the eternal moment of death. - **Ultimate Option**: The Bronze Bird provides an escape opportunity - someone must volunteer to be the "Gatekeeper" to stay in the game forever. This writing will focus on the process of a new group of players discovering the truth of the game, and how Lin Huai used this ability to find a way to escape after discovering that his forensic ability had mutated. --- When the tungsten light came on again, ten new faces were already sitting at the round table. I opened my eyes suddenly and felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. His fingers subconsciously touched the painful area, but they touched blood that had not yet coagulated. Where is this? I clearly remember that I was conducting a midnight autopsy in the autopsy room... "Another one woke up." A female voice with a British accent came from the right side. Turning around, I saw a blonde woman in Victorian mourning clothes wiping a silver knife with a lace handkerchief. Her pale face was dotted with a few freckles, and her green eyes shone like a cat in the dim light. "Elizabeth Green, medium and herbalist, 1893." She nodded gracefully, "It seems that you are a new member of our reincarnation." "Reincarnation?" My voice was horribly dry. I lowered my head and found that I was still wearing the forensic white coat, but it was covered in blood that didn't belong to me. "Ten people enter the game, one person will be sacrificed, and the rest will get their wish." The man wearing a Republican gown opposite pushed up his round glasses, and the cover of the pocket watch in front of him popped open, revealing the stationary hands inside. "Chen Mo, private detective, 1935. This is the seventh time I heard that bronze bird say this." I counted - there were indeed ten people sitting around the round table. In addition to the three of us, there are also knights in medieval armor, Japanese geishas from the Edo period, and robots dressed as future warriors... The weirdest thing is the mummy in the corner who is wrapped in bandages, with black slime oozing from the gaps in the bandages. "Lin Huai, a modern forensic doctor." I introduced myself briefly and suddenly noticed something strange on the table, "Wait a minute, this table..." The wooden tabletop that my fingers touched suddenly twisted and deformed, and countless tiny faces emerged from the wood grains, screaming silently. My temples throbbed, and a strange memory was forced into my mind - the image of a silver-haired man being pressed alive into the table. "Ah——!" I retracted my hand like an electric shock, and the illusion disappeared immediately. "Can you see the memory of death?" Elizabeth's knife clinked on the table, "This is the ability of a psychic..." Chen Mo suddenly grabbed my wrist, his fingers were as cold as a living person: "Look carefully at the center of the table." The bronze bird on the clock turned to us at some point, its beak wide open, but made no sound. What's even more terrifying is that what's reflected in the clock face glass is not the reflection of the ten of us, but ten corpses in different postures. "This reincarnation... Is different." The knight in armor said in broken English. His visor lifted up, revealing his half-rotted face underneath. "The Bronze Bird... Did not announce the rules." The bandaged man suddenly made a wet grunting sound, and several octopus-like tentacles protruded from the gaps in the bandage, pointing to the ceiling. Everyone looked up - the originally mottled ceiling was now covered with dense blood letters: **Those who find the truth will stay forever** My forensic intuition suddenly sounded an alarm. Grabbing Elizabeth's knife, I cut my palm open and dripped blood on the table. Instead of spreading, the blood is absorbed into the wood grain, and those hidden faces become clearer. "What are you doing?" The future warrior's mechanical arm made a buzzing charging sound. "The forensic doctor's blood can awaken the evidence of death." I didn't understand why I said this, as if another consciousness was controlling my body, "This table is... A memory carrier." As more blood seeped in, the entire room began to twist and deform. Peeling wallpaper reveals numerous overlaid murals - each depicting ten people dying in different ways. The most chilling thing is that there is a common element in all the murals: a bronze bird standing on a pile of corpses, with blood dripping from its beak. "God..." Elizabeth made the sign of the cross, and her silver knife suddenly became hot. "This is not a game... This is..." "Judgement." Chen Mo's pocket watch suddenly made a harsh sound of gear rotation, and a line of small words appeared on the cover: **Everyone died on the same day and at the same moment**. The room temperature plummeted. The copper bird finally moved, its neck rotated 360 degrees, and its glass eyes burst one after another, flowing out thick black liquid: "The special round begins... The truth seekers will face..." Before he finished speaking, the knight in armor suddenly screamed. Maggots spurted out from the gaps in his armor, and his entire body collapsed like a melted wax statue. Within seconds he was reduced to a pile of steaming rotten flesh, which was then absorbed cleanly by the floor. "The first round of sacrifice... Will be executed automatically." Bronze Bird's voice became distorted, "Now... Please check your left wrist." I rolled up my sleeves, and a glowing number "9" appeared on the inside of my wrist at some point. Looking around, other people have different numbers from 1 to 10 displayed on their wrists. "Countdown." The future warrior's mechanical eyes flashed red, "What time do we have left?" The bandaged man suddenly twitched violently, and all his bandages collapsed, revealing a body made up of countless human faces underneath. The faces spoke at the same time, with overlapping voices: "No... This is... The order of death..." Elizabeth suddenly grabbed my bloody hand and pressed it on her forehead. Her eyes instantly turned white: "I saw it! We were all killed in the same car accident! This place is the rift between life and death!" The room shook violently, and the murals on the wall began to bleed. Chen Mo's pocket watch spun wildly, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of black floc: "The memory... Has been tampered with... We have long ago..." The bronze bird let out a shrill laugh, and its feathers fell off piece by piece, revealing the wings composed of tiny fingers below: "Smart little birds... But the price of knowing the truth is..." My forensic ability suddenly exploded out of control. All the memories of the death came flooding back - autopsied bodies, photos from car accidents, even my own autopsy report. In the last memory fragment, I saw the truth: on the way home from overtime work late at night, the out-of-control oil tanker, and the nine unfamiliar faces that were engulfed in flames at the same time... "So that's it." I wiped away the nosebleeds and stood up unsteadily, "There were no survivors at all. The ten of us were all victims of that car accident, but the time of death differed by a few minutes." Pointing to the bronze bird, "And you are the messenger to extradite the souls, and this is the purgatory we jointly created." The entire space began to collapse, and the bronze bird's body cracked, revealing a luminous humanoid outline: "Correct. But some people refused to cross the River Styx, causing all the dead souls to be trapped in the eternal moment of death." It pointed at me, "Your forensic obsession is the most serious, and you constantly retrace the death process, so your ability has mutated." Elizabeth suddenly pounced on the bronze bird, and her body began to become transparent the moment it came into contact with the light group: "Take me away! I've had enough of this endless reincarnation!" The light ball enveloped her, and at the last moment before disappearing, she shouted to me: "Lin Huai! The numbers are the order of salvation! You must be the last one!" The future soldier suddenly strangled my neck with a mechanical arm: "I'm sorry, Miss Forensic Medicine. I want to be the last one!" Chen Mo's pocket watch suddenly flew out and accurately hit the soldier's mechanical eye. In the chaos, my finger touched a feather that fell off the copper bird - in an instant, all the players' death memories flashed through like a revolving lantern: the knight in armor was actually a history professor, who was taking antique armor to an exhibition when the car accident occurred; the bandage man was a burn doctor, and the car carried medical files of special cases; even the mummy was an archeology student, transporting cultural relics back to school... "That's enough!" I broke free from the restraints, blood flowing from the corners of my eyes, "The bronze bird... No, extraditer, tell us the real way to leave!" The light group re-condensed into the shape of a bird, and the voice became solemn: "Two options: one is to be saved in order, and the last person will stay here forever to maintain balance; the other is..." "The second one is what?" Chen Mo's glasses shattered, revealing eyes without pupils underneath. "The second is to dissipate together." The copper bird unfolded its wings made of light, "But your death will leave no trace, as if it never existed." The future warrior suddenly laughed wildly: "What kind of choice is that? I choose..." His mechanical arm suddenly changed direction and inserted into his chest, "... Freedom!" His body turned into a light point and dissipated, and the number "3" on his wrist went out. One by one, players make choices. The bandaged man melted into the floor and disappeared; the geisha pierced the throat with a hairpin; the mummy ignited itself... In the end, only Chen Mo and I were left, with the numbers 9 and 10 on our wrists respectively. "You go first." Chen Mo picked up the deformed pocket watch. "As a detective, I have the responsibility to see to the end." The light of the bronze bird dimmed: "Are you sure? The last person left behind will bear all the memories until the next batch of lost souls arrive." I looked at Chen Mo and suddenly understood everything: "So the previous bronze birds... Were all the last souls of the previous reincarnation?" The light group flickered slightly to express confirmation. Chen Mo smiled bitterly and pressed the hidden button on his pocket watch, and a yellowed photo popped up - the scene of a car accident, where he was trying to pull a woman in a white coat out of the burning car. "It turns out it was you..." My memory was finally complete, "You could have escaped that day..." "A detective's duty." He pushed me gently, "Don't look back this time, Forensic Doctor Lin." The moment he came into contact with the light group, all the painful memories receded like a tide. The last picture I saw was Chen Mo sitting at a round table, his body gradually turning into copper, feathers sprouting from his shoulders... In the distant darkness, a new tungsten lamp lit up with a hiss. Ten dazed figures slowly came to life around the round table, and the brand-new bronze bird turned its neck and issued a hoarse declaration: "Ten people enter the game, one person is a sacrifice, and the rest get their wish..." (The story ends with Lin Huai being redeemed and Chen Mo becoming the new extraditer, but the cycle continues, implying that the mystery between life and death is never-ending) --- **The next story may develop along these directions**: - **Remaining Reality**: Lin Huai woke up in the hospital and found a copper feather in his hand, implying that salvation is not the end. - **Time Paradox**: As the new extraditer, Chen Mo retains all the memories of reincarnation and begins to secretly change the rules of the game. - **Unexpected Connection**: Surviving players meet in reality but do not remember each other, but will have the same nightmare.
🍀🍀The heroine is reborn in her previous life: a tool who doesn't want to be the mistress. After being reborn and faced with the same choice, she agreed. She won't be a small concubine, she will want to be in the highest position, taking care of every step and calculating people's hearts.
🍀🍀The heroine is reborn in her previous life: a tool who doesn't want to be the mistress. After being reborn and faced with the same choice, she agreed. She won't be a small concubine, she will want to be in the highest position, taking care of every step and calculating people's hearts.
🍀🍀The heroine is reborn in her previous life: a tool who doesn't want to be the mistress. After being reborn and faced with the same choice, she agreed. She won't be a small concubine, she will want to be in the highest position, taking care of every step and calculating people's hearts.
Although there is no miscarriage or abuse plot in this book about sisters, it does not affect the pursuit at all. All the members have online IQs, the villain is dedicated to his career and has no love brain, and the short story is completed. You can give it a try
Fluttering, the sand on the surface of the opera robe was washed away by the rain, and the bright red like blood was shocking in the dark night. "Stop the quarrel... Stop the quarrel!" "Shut up!" "I'm going to remember it soon... I'm going to remember it soon..." "I have a name... A name of my own!" The boy's wet black hair fell to his brows, and his blurred eyes were filled with confusion. He moved forward with difficulty while holding his head in his hands, as if he was struggling to remember something. His roar echoed in the deserted streets, and before it spread too far, it was drowned in the endless rain. Plop—— In the darkness, his body tripped over a raised stone and fell heavily to the ground! A wisp of scarlet blood rolled down from the young man's forehead. He fell to the ground blankly. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and a glimmer of light lit up in his cloudy eyes. "Chen Ling..." A name suddenly flashed through his mind. The moment he said these two words, a fragment of memory floated out from the endless murmuring that almost burst his head, and merged with this weak body. "What is this... Time travel?" Chen Ling frowned. He kept digesting the memory of this body, and his brain was confused.
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