"I Really Won't Lie"

Chi Buoran's ability to lie is truly exceptional. He never needs to make a draft when he lies, his eyes are as calm as if he is describing the weather, he can even have a well-placed smile on his lips, and his tone is so smooth that there is no wave in his voice. Even if he had just escaped from the weird dean one second, and faced the NPC's interrogation the next second, he could still make up a perfect set of excuses without changing his expression - "I am a detective here", "I heard some noise while passing by, and came in to see if anyone needed help." What's even more powerful is his ability to respond on the spot. Once when he was asked about his identity by a serf, he caught a glimpse of the serf wearing "Grain Farmer" on his chest. He immediately frowned and said in a scolding tone: "The hostess didn't tell you? I'm new here. I just signed the contract yesterday. I'm here to familiarize myself with the environment." He said deliberately He glanced at the lawn mowing tool in the other person's hand and said, "How can you do things here if you don't have any eyesight?" The serf was frightened by his confident appearance. Instead, he apologized profusely and turned around to go about his own work without even thinking of verifying his identity. His lies are always mixed with half a grain of truth, like sprinkling a handful of silver in turbid water, making people dazzled but unable to catch the flaw. For example, when asked "Why were you in the morgue in the middle of the night?", He would sigh and show a tired look: "I was on night shift last night, and the dean asked me to change the formalin for the specimens. As you know, those old guys have very weird tempers." He mentioned "dean" in line with the other person's cognition, and blocked the opening of the question with details such as "night shift" and "specimens." Anyone who heard it felt it was reasonable. The most amazing thing is his micro-expression when he lies. His eyes would not dodge, but he would look directly into the other person's eyes, his fingers would be naturally inserted into his pockets, and even his breathing rate would be exactly the same as when he was telling the truth. Once, he had just cheated a certain monster of a key item. The monster stood there stunned for three seconds, and actually nodded at his departing figure - he probably didn't even realize until the end that he had been fooled by a lie. On the day of his seventeenth birthday, the sycamore leaves outside the window rustled in the evening breeze. Otherwise, Chi was facing the half-burned candle, unconsciously picking at the cream stains on the cake box with his fingertips. There were no birthday songs, no laughter opening presents, only quiet breathing - he had nothing to wish for, only an unknown figure in his dream flashed through his mind. Somehow, he whispered to the dancing candlelight: "I want to see Shen Xun'an." As soon as he finished speaking, the candle went out with a "pop", and the room suddenly fell into dead silence. The next second, before he could react, the wall in front of him twisted and deformed like melted wax, and the sweet smell of rust hit his face - he fell into the first "game world". Only those who survive the first copy can truly realize their wishes. But is it really that simple to make your wish come true... It was a lunatic asylum where grievances could never be cleared; then there was a forest shrouded in heavy fog, and what conspiracy the hostess in the red wedding dress hid; and then there was an abandoned amusement park where death notices were played on a loop, and the music of the carousel was mixed with the cries of children... In a world of true and false, how do you know who is right and who is wrong? Chi was at a loss from the beginning, and later learned to use broken glass as weapons, and could tell if there was something hidden behind the wall by listening to his breathing, but his heart would still stop at every corner - who knew what was waiting for him at the next corner would be a deformed nurse who could spray venom, or a weird nursery rhyme that could tamper with his memory? Or is it an undersea tentacle holding a weapon? Mission prompts and monster trigger sound effects kept popping up in my mind, and the fonts were as bright as blood: "Find Li Xiuya's body in 205", "Find who is the real mistress before dawn", "Let the shadow on the carousel tell the truth", "Open the road to reality in the hallucination" There are rich rewards and various punishments. What on earth should he do? That wish at the age of seventeen was like a curse, throwing him from one desperate situation into countless deeper desperate situations. Retreat? There is no way out! ——You can't die here. He hasn't figured out what the hell these worlds are, and he hasn't found that "Shen Xun'an" yet. How can he be willing to become a stain on the wall? You have to live, even in these man-eating worlds, like a wild dog, gritting your teeth and living. Strange events kept appearing on his body - wounds that disappeared inexplicably, and the smell of lemon suddenly filled his mouth. Who is at fault? Until I met someone in the dungeon. That person always exposed his lies directly, even though Chi always said: "I really can't lie to people?!" Cold, dark, gentle and aggressive with a vicious mouth × Cheerful and arrogant, crying and fucked Concept: Your coldness, eight degrees below zero, and your language make me heartache.