When a Pretty Fool Transmigrates into a Story Full of Maniacs

[Crying, beautiful idiot is attacked by crazy x and paranoid slices] You dress up as the protagonist in a book about everyone's madness Your richest father suddenly passed away due to illness, leaving behind a huge fortune of one billion. If you want to inherit this inheritance, you must pass the strict test in your father's will and live with six sick and crazy fiancés for three months. They are the upstart in the business circle that you ridicule, the elite lawyer that you look down upon, the ascetic professor you dislike, the paranoid gloomy painter, the doctor's apprentice who is both innocent and evil, and the morbid and crazy yandere bamboo horse. What they all have in common is that they have hidden murderous intentions for you. You must complete a wonderful counterattack There are only two options now, either they fall in love with you or they kill you -You choose the former, carrying your suitcase and knocking gently on the mountain villa. The heavy metal door makes a very low hinge sound, and behind the dark door is a cold and pale handsome face. The upstart in the business circle holds a blood-stained sharp knife with an expressionless face, and stiffly twitches the corner of his mouth at you, "You're here." -You are sitting in an empty car in the silent night. The suit lawyer in the driver's seat unbuttons his shirt, and the air circulator makes a whirring sound. The man's handsome face disappeared into the darkness. When you heard the sound of the car door locking, you gradually felt a suffocation of horror. You heard him say, "Shhh, don't talk, let's play a game." -Your hands were tightly bound behind your back by a tie, and the silk blindfold blocked your sight. You heard the noise of students coming and going outside the corridor. Separated by a wall, you swallowed your saliva and wanted to call for help. Your mouth was sealed with transparent tape and you couldn't make a sound. The professor's deep and hoarse voice sounded in your ears: "Students who misbehave will be punished." -In the dim studio filled with the smell of turpentine, the pale fingertips slowly traced the brush on your collarbone, pressing it against your throat, like a knife that could cut your throat at any time. Your snow-white ankle was held by cold fingers, and a kiss as cold as a poisonous snake fell on the arch of your foot. You were so frightened that your whole body trembled, and a teardrop fell from your slightly red eyes. The painter smiled -You are lying in the infirmary that smells of disinfectant. The young doctor is leaning on the pillow, staring down at you, and the cold stethoscope is attached to your heart. Your heartbeat is very fast, because the stethoscope is replaced by warmer fingertips. You can't help but tremble, but you dare not make any sound. The young doctor pinched a scalpel with his beautiful knuckles and hung it right above your chest. -You pick up your sweetheart whom you haven't seen for many years. He is as gentle and gentle as ever. You talk all night long, but you fall asleep on the sofa because of exhaustion. When you wake up, you accidentally walk into a room that you forgot to lock. The four walls are covered with photos developed on film. They are all densely packed. Each one is of you, the young you, the young you, the sleeping you, the happy you, the crying you... You backed away in horror, but your back suddenly pressed against a solid and warm chest There was a weird smile on Zhuma's lips: "You discovered it." They stare at you eagerly, their eyes scarlet, like the terrifying demons in the dark who covet your fresh flesh and blood. What will happen to you...? Dean: Can I call the police... QAQ (trembling. Jpg) ●Paranoid and crazy batch of sliced attacks ●Shou is a weakling, but he survives a desperate situation and has incredible luck ●I am particularly crazy about hentai, so please be careful when entering this mouth. ●Very popular, don't enter if you don't like it ●Let your writing run free and don't take it too seriously ●The third person of the text [Written on July 15, 2022] Mission: Be strong and unyielding in the face of difficulties, we go hand in hand and make progress together