GBP Chapter 605 Escape?
Chapter 605 Escape?
Upon realizing this, He Lingling stopped breathing. As cold sweat dripped down her forehead, she forced herself to turn around and search for a hiding place inside the wardrobe.
The devastating thing was that there was simply nowhere for her to hide in this wardrobe filled with all kinds of clothes.
As soon as the woman in the morning robe opens the wardrobe door, He Lingling, who is hiding inside, will be discovered...
He Lingling: "..."
So why did I hide in the closet just now?
Just as He Lingling was anxiously searching her system inventory for any usable items, the woman in the morning robe sitting in front of the dressing table started singing louder.
"Mmm...lalala..."
The indistinct humming penetrated the thin wardrobe door and reached He Lingling's ears, spurring her to search even faster—hurry, hurry, hurry! Who knows if the woman in the morning robe will actually attack her? Even if she doesn't intend to, she'll probably leave some kind of mark or something...
He Lingling felt that the black line on her neck was enough.
She doesn't need any more branding or anything like that.
My talents and skills aren't meant to be used to raise poisonous insects!
While He Lingling was frantically busy, the woman in the morning robe in the room slowly got up and walked towards the bed—
He Lingling, who suddenly felt a pain in her eyes, looked up immediately. She looked through the crack in the wardrobe door and, as expected, could not see the woman in the morning robe.
There was no sound of the door opening.
There were hardly any loud footsteps.
He Lingling's expression changed slightly, and she quickly thought of the "goat" that had been skinned and placed on the bed.
That "goatskin" eye... seemed to be able to see her—
"……Um?"
The woman in the morning robe's humming faded as He Lingling pondered, and a question arose in her mind:
"You're saying...you saw other people in my room?"
"..."
Inside the wardrobe, He Lingling's face was covered in even more cold sweat, and her back was chilled as she clutched the hiding tools she had just found in the system's inventory, just in case.
That "goatskin" really allows you to see her!
Does that mean there are actually quite a few of these "goatskins" on board?
Thinking about this, He Lingling felt a headache coming on, as if she had overlooked some detail.
Was the dream she had last night a premonition, or was it telling her to be careful of "goats"?
The goat with its gaping maw, seemingly swallowing her head whole, seemed to reappear before her, and He Lingling's hand holding the prop trembled uncontrollably.
Even if it was fake, the immersive fear in the dream and the excruciating pain of having her neck bitten off were real... He Lingling's neck still aches faintly when she thinks about it now.
"...She ran away?"
The woman in the morning robe continued to speak, "Or is she still in my room?"
"..."
Her response was only a silent emptiness.
But the woman in the morning robe laughed to herself, as if she had heard something very funny.
"...He hid, didn't he? You really saw it clearly, didn't you? Some thief, oh no, I mean some peeping tom, came and ransacked my room, and then got scared when I came back and hid, right?"
"..."
There was another period of complete silence without any response.
"oops."
The woman in the morning robe laughed even harder. "You mean, she's hiding in the closet?"
He Lingling's pupils suddenly contracted.
The next second, before He Lingling could react, the temperature inside the wardrobe suddenly dropped. In the endless cold, she opened her eyes and saw an eye pressed against the gap in the wardrobe.
The blood-red, cold human pupils, after being stimulated by some unknown force, turned into tiny, horizontally twisted black lines, like, like the eyes of a skinned "dead goat"—
At the same time, He Lingling, her face pale, crushed the prop in her hand.
[Misty Mudball: Briefly conceals the player's presence and aura - Note: This item is only valid for five minutes. Please pay attention to the countdown timer.]
The eerie eye pressed against the crack in the wardrobe scanned the inside, and after finding nothing, it took a step back in disappointment.
"……No."
The woman in the morning robe spoke in an annoyed voice: "Are you sure you're not mistaken? After all, you're dead now; your eyesight must be failing—"
"Are you sure?"
The woman in the morning robe sneered and growled, "Then how come I didn't see anything—and you didn't know either? How can you say such irresponsible things?! What do you mean you didn't know?!"
"..."
Inside the wardrobe, He Lingling huddled in a corner, trembling all over, her breath coming in tiny gasps.
That eye, the eye that had just been pasted into the gap in the wardrobe—it was exactly the same as the eye on the "goatskin" on the bed.
Identical eyes... completely different appearances...
What exactly is the connection between these two?
He Lingling subconsciously guessed that the woman in the morning robe might be possessed by "Goatskin"—but since "Goatskin" could also talk to the woman in the morning robe, this guess could not be true.
"..."
He Lingling sighed, barely managing to calm her wildly beating heart, and closed her eyes.
—If only the woman in the morning robe had just closed the wardrobe door earlier.
The effect of the mist mud pills is quite good, providing five minutes of concealment. As long as the woman in the morning robe opens the wardrobe door, she can quietly run to the door, open it, and run out.
After all, if she had opened the wardrobe door herself, as long as the woman in the morning robe wasn't stupid, she would have quickly run to the door to keep an eye on it—that way, once the props wore off, He Lingling would still have to die.
But the women in morning robes did not.
Instead of opening the door, she pressed her eye against the crack to peek through!
What kind of bad habit is this?!
He Lingling was furious, and even her fear was somewhat suppressed.
At this moment, there are still three minutes left before the effect of the Mist Mudball disappears.
If He Lingling can't find a way to escape within these three minutes... she, a prophetic player who is powerless, will probably have to confront the woman in the morning robe who is suspected of having "bewitched".
"..."
He Lingling gritted her teeth, feeling a little regretful about breaking up with Shi Yuan.
At least the two of them could look out for each other—but forget it, Shi Yuan would be finished with them both.
He Lingling sighed repeatedly, her mind filled with thoughts of what to do, what to do, what to do...
The question "What should I do?" repeated itself a hundred times in He Lingling's mind. In the end, He Lingling decided to take the risk... Maybe this woman in a morning robe who was humming and wandering around outside wasn't a threat at all.
He Lingling knew it was impossible, but she still silently took out a pill the size of a fingernail, gritted her teeth, and prepared to put it in her mouth—
boom! ! !
A loud thud suddenly echoed from outside the corridor, and judging from the distance, it seemed to be coming from the woman in the morning robe's room.