Today, I Have Yet to Become a Doll

Of the remaining two beads, Cheng Qian most likely picked them up.

But what should she do? Forcefully snatch them, or search her body? … Either way, it could be the last straw that breaks her.

Zhu Zhu didn't want to do that.

Because people driven to desperation would go crazy.

Su Man, Yu Yaqing, and Hu Ya came down from upstairs, their faces all looking terrible.

Zhu Zhu went up to them and asked, "Did you see where Bluebeard went? The place he went is likely the locked room; the clue to clearing the game might be in there!"

Hu Ya said, "He was too fast. By the time we ran up to the third floor, we couldn't see him anymore, only heard the sound of a door closing!"

Hu Ya's speech was very rapid, as if she couldn't wait to release the suppressed and tense emotions she had just experienced on the third floor, repeatedly emphasizing, "He was too fast! He could cross six or seven steps in one stride! Like a monster! … No, no, he is a monster!"

Zhu Zhu couldn't help but ask, "Were there any drag marks on the ground? Or footprints, scratches, anything?"

Hu Ya shook her head, her face pale.

Su Man took over, explaining, "The carpet on the third floor is very old, and there are marks in front of every door, so it's impossible to distinguish."

After she finished speaking, she paused and looked at Bai Youwei, "I counted the rooms, and there are 128, the same as on the second floor. I checked every room and didn't find the Duke or Zhao Lanfen."

Bai Youwei frowned, sitting in her wheelchair, stroking the plush rabbit as she pondered.

Her legs weren't convenient, so she couldn't run up and down as nimbly as they could, but since Su Man and Hu Ya had both said so, then searching again probably wouldn't change anything.

Unless they could come up with a new idea.

Bai Youwei raised her head, looking at the huge crystal chandelier above the hall. Following the ornate lighting, she could see the spiral staircase reaching the top floor, connected to the railing of the third floor.

"The Supervisor said that this manor has four floors including the basement. Since you all saw the Duke go to the third floor, and the third floor is the highest floor, then the locked room must be on the third floor."

She murmured thoughtfully, "…Could there be a hidden compartment?"

"If there is a hidden compartment, I'm afraid we can only look for it tomorrow." Yu Yaqing, who had been silent all along, said in a low voice, "The light on the third floor is too dim, it's difficult to find any clues."

This manor was sunny during the day, but eerie and strange at night, with the lights decreasing layer by layer.

The hall on the first floor was brightly lit, the second floor became much dimmer, and the third floor was like a dark alley, with old light bulbs emitting a faint glow.

Cheng Qian almost cried when she heard Yu Yaqing's words, "We… we have to spend the night in a place like this? Will we survive tonight…"

"There's no need to worry about that." Bai Youwei said calmly, "The Duke seems to be able to kill only one person each day. Just now, when you attacked him like that, he just stood there and fought back, his other hand always holding Zhao Lanfen. Until he left, he didn't actively harm you, so the game rules must be restricting him, making him only able to attack one bride at a time."

Zhu Zhu blew off half of his face, and in a fit of rage, the most ferocious attack he made was just picking up the broken sword next to him and throwing it.

He didn't pursue Zhu Zhu relentlessly, nor did he get entangled with Su Man and Yu Yaqing; he left very quickly.

…Why was he so fast?

Was it due to his inherent speed, or was there another reason?

"He doesn't want people to discover his secret…" Bai Youwei murmured thoughtfully, "Will that secret be the same as in the fairy tale?"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

A sudden scream interrupted her thoughts.

Everyone was startled.

The screams came one after another, shrill and terrifying!

They turned their heads to look around, but couldn't tell where the sound was coming from.

"It's Zhao Lanfen…" Cheng Qian trembled, shrinking behind Yu Yaqing, "She… she's not dead…"

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