Elizabeth found that she had been getting better and better at deceiving people recently.
After agreeing to Pink's conditions and secretly meeting Pink twice, the next plan gradually took shape in her mind. It was difficult to say, easy to say to make everyone believe in her - she needed
Try to find out as many hidden facts as possible that others don't know.
To put it another way, she is more like a detective than a goddess.
The good news is that "Ms. Chen" disappeared from her home and went to who knows where, finally allowing Elizabeth to live a normal life. At first, she thought "Ms. Chen" was going to show up unexpectedly to scare her, and she was frightened.
After waiting for two days, I never saw the shadow of that thing again.
She had to hurry up and complete the game mission while that thing disappeared.
"...There is something you are striving for, but it has always been shrouded in mist, making it impossible for you to find it."
This is not the first time she has said this; now when Elizabeth makes nonsense, even Miss Chen shows a wavering look mixed with surprise and suspicion - it is no longer the same look as before.
Too lazy to listen and scoffing.
Of course, Miss Chen will definitely be unable to find it. After all, the thing she wants is in Pink's hands at the moment and has been hidden by the child.
The strange thing is that after Ms. Chen drugged Grandma Pink again, she somehow never touched her again. Perhaps it was because she couldn't suppress her anxiety. It was said that every time she was a guest, she would look around and do anything in other people's homes.
The traces of moving my feet are becoming more and more obvious.
"The reason why you need this thing has an inescapable relationship with your past." This is of course nonsense. There is of course a reason why Miss Chen wants Grandma Pink's identity information, and this reason cannot happen in the future.
Elizabeth and Miss Chen were standing in the corridor, which was not the place to talk, so she smiled softly and said: "I can divine for you based on your past and lead you to that thing, but if you are still stubborn...
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She didn't finish her words, but shook her head with regret, and then walked away; as she walked, she felt Miss Chen's eyes still lingering on her back. Elizabeth was thinking about the to-do list in her mind.
The first check mark was ticked on the list of items - today's deception against Ms. Chen is complete.
"I...I'm afraid that if this continues, I will be killed by him first...I can't delay it anymore, I can't delay it anymore..."
In the second apartment she visited, Yan Huang was hugging her knees, sitting on the bed close to the wall, mumbling inarticulately to herself. Her two eyeballs were white and round, almost unfocused, and she stared straight ahead.
It seemed as if she was about to fall out; Elizabeth even felt that she might have forgotten that there was someone beside her.
"What are you going to do?" she asked tentatively, "Now the neighbors in the building feel that you are gradually recovering."
"It's not enough!" Yan Huang raised his head suddenly, and his tibia cracked. "He can't treat me as a mental illness, so he should start thinking of other ways - I, I will never let him succeed.
I have to let him first...let him first..."
It's not enough to strike first. If Yanhuang really broke out and let people know that she had been pretending, Elizabeth would lose at least Hei Peng as a "believer"; she talked hard and tried everything she could think of.
The occult vocabulary finally stabilized Yan Huang for the time being.
"You listen to me, because I can see the arrangement of fate." She vowed, "Have you taken good care of that baby recently?"
If she wanted to show that she had recovered, she had to start taking care of her child. Just to get the baby into Yan Huang's sight, Elizabeth spent a lot of effort - she had to make up a dark friend and an outside woman.
The lie about having a baby was finally heard by Yan Huang, who already thought that Hei Peng was extremely evil.
Yan Huang stiffened his neck and nodded after a long while.
How many days are left until the end of the game? Elizabeth wiped her sweat and thought to herself. There are only twelve days left, right? As long as she is held back for another twelve days, the goal will be completed.
As long as Yan Huang can continue to maintain the illusion of normality, Hei Peng's trust will be preserved. Recently, she has been visiting Hei Peng and Yan Huang every day. In addition to relying on them for lunch, she can also maintain their respect for her.
trust; for Elizabeth, this is already part of her daily routine.
She knew too little about the remaining neighbors.
Elizabeth walked along the corridor to the door of Apartment No. 1, looked at the cat's sunflower at the door, and poured down all the water in the bottle in her hand. She liked the cat's sunflower, but she was worried that the drunk owner of Apartment No. 1 would not be able to take care of it.
It's good, so she comes down from time to time to water some water - besides, she can also use the pretense of watering to secretly listen to what's going on in Apartment No. 1; although so far, she has basically gotten no useful clues.
"It would be nice if you could tell me what happened inside," Elizabeth sighed, and said to herself to Mao Kui: "I heard that he and Abby had a big quarrel, and they even started fighting..."
Maokui waved a few times in the breeze, not sure if it really had anything to say.
Elizabeth touched the top leaf of the catflower and was about to turn away when she suddenly rolled her eyes and stopped. She had been wandering around the door of Apartment No. 1 many times recently, and this was the first time she heard barbecue barking besides snoring.
There was a sound beyond the sound - she pretended to observe the growth of Mao Kui, squatted down and pricked her ears.
She imagined that she might hear all kinds of things, but she never thought that she would hear this from Apartment No. 1.
...The faint voice belonging to Barbecue Hu is singing a lullaby.
The only baby in this building was at Yanhuang and Heipeng's house, whom she had just met; Yaobahu had no children, so what kind of lullaby could he sing? Moreover, while he was singing, his voice was cut off by sobs.
Gradually it turned into a low moan-like cry.
Is this person also mentally ill?
Full of doubts, Elizabeth left the door of Apartment No. 1 as quietly as possible. The two female college students seemed to be the most normal people in the building. She really couldn't find a breakthrough point, and she didn't feel like they were hiding anything.
Secret matter; after thinking for a while, she decided to start with Mr. Guan on the second floor.
Everyone in the building knows that he has a crush on Jessica. I wonder if she can take advantage of this?
Elizabeth quickly got the answer to this question.
"I'm sorry," Mr. Guan said with a distant look, "I'm not interested in divination and wish-making."
Before she could think of what to say to retain his attention, Mr. Guan had already slammed the door with a bang.
Okay, this is another hard nut to crack.
Elizabeth sighed, feeling that she still had to discuss things with Pinkett next, and shuffled towards the last house in the building - the apartment No. 8 next door to her was where Abby lived.
"Abby?"
After four or five ringings of the doorbell, no one answered the door; she knocked on the door and called, "Are you at home? I'm Elizabeth."
There was still silence in Apartment No. 8.
It was obviously impossible for her not to be at home... Elizabeth looked in along the crack of the window for a while. It was so dark that she couldn't make out anything. She knocked on the door again, but no one answered. She looked around and saw that she was upstairs.
The neighbors seemed to be staying at home, reaching out and quietly holding the door handle and turning it.
The door is unlocked.
Elizabeth opened the door and slowly walked into the cool darkness behind it. The air in the house was stagnant, heavy, and mixed with a sharp and pungent smell.
Even before turning on the lights, she already knew what awaited her in the house.
She gently turned on the light in the living room.
With cups and plates shattered, tables and chairs overturned, and the room full of chaos, Abby's twisted body was displayed in the center like a work of art. She was covered in wounds, as if a layer of skin had been swept away by the furious wind and rain.
The most eye-catching thing was that her legs were spread apart and resting on the edge of the overturned sofa, and a pool of blood had dried under her body.
