Chapter 100: [Beauty Above All] Everyone is Different
Bai Cha glanced at the time.
It was only ten thirty.
So she continued to use her phone to browse more information about Li Qianyao.
This instance had been too obvious so far.
Was she overthinking it, or was the instance just like this?
And what did this have to do with the Beauty is Innocent Plastic Surgery Hospital?
Was it opened by Li Qianyao?
Based on the personality revealed in the diary, Li Qianyao didn’t seem like it.
If she had revealed a more dark and twisted side in the diary, for example, jealousy of others’ appearances, then opening this hospital would have made sense.
But she didn’t.
Oh, actually, it’s hard to say for sure if this is Li Qianyao’s, it’s just a high probability.
Assuming this is Li Qianyao’s diary.
Throughout her growth, although she encountered a lot of ridicule, she would envy others’ looks, but she wouldn’t be jealous to the point of wanting to ruin their faces. She would only hate herself.
From beginning to end, she never thought of hurting anyone, only herself.
Bai Cha looked at the last page of the diary again.
Sunny turning cloudy.
For the girl in the story, she couldn’t bear the harm from the outside world, nor could she stop hurting herself. So she finally chose suicide to escape.
For her, it was indeed a sunny day.
Why did it suddenly turn cloudy again?
When she took the medicine and picked up the pen to write the last entry, she should have been relieved and calm.
But the unwillingness that followed was both reasonable and unreasonable.
Judging from the personality she showed earlier, she would indeed resent, resent the unfairness, resent that heaven didn’t give her a beautiful face. There was no problem with this.
But then, “You all go die”?
If this resentment could have been placed on others, then she probably wouldn’t have committed suicide.
She might have hidden in some corner and become a keyboard warrior.
For example, posting curses in live stream rooms or online, turning from a victim to a perpetrator.
Because once the resentment towards oneself can be transferred to others, it no longer constitutes the conditions for suicide.
The way she had always chosen to vent the emotions brought about by external harm was to hurt herself, which is why she committed suicide.
Bai Cha’s fingers gently touched the last page of the paper.
The last line was written with great force.
After a pause, she flipped the page over and touched the same spot on the very last sheet of paper.
It was different.
Not having a pencil at hand, Bai Cha scanned the room and wiped her finger on the dirty ground, rubbed it to make sure there were no particles that would block the indentation, and then gently rubbed it on the paper.
Please, save me!
When these few unclear words appeared, the light bulb in the room flickered.
“Knock knock—”
Someone knocked on the door.
Bai Cha narrowed her eyes. “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Zheng Yue.”
A clear male voice came from outside the door.
“Zheng Yue?” Bai Cha said with a questioning tone, while already taking out her cleaver. “But if I remember correctly, I didn’t tell you my address, did I?”
Just like she didn’t know Zheng Yue’s address. Although they were temporary partners now, such personal information was usually kept unspoken, not touched upon.
There was silence outside the door.
The voltage of the light in the room became very low.
This airtight room seemed even more eerie.
[Eek! Isn’t this instance supposed to be related to plastic surgery or something? How did it suddenly become scary?]
[Good question, has anyone watched the previous live streams of this instance?]
[Yeah, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this part. That streamer didn’t even find this diary, let alone share it, and now they’ve discovered the words on the back of the diary]
[Tsk tsk, if you ask me, the streamer is just messing around, knowing that the situation outside is wrong and still responding]
[Ah yes yes yes]
Bai Cha had already walked to the door with the knife in hand.
Click—
The dilapidated wooden door was opened, making an old sound.
The outside was empty.
Bai Cha was thoughtful, then suddenly picked up the mirror on her body and shone it towards the doorway.
In the mirror, a human head was floating in mid-air, smiling at the mirror.
Those eyes that almost popped out of their sockets met Bai Cha’s for a moment, and then rushed towards Bai Cha.
Bai Cha swung her knife backhand.
With a clang, it felt like she had hit something hard, and then something fell to the ground and rolled.
Bai Cha held up the mirror again. A deep gash had been cut into the face of the human head.
It glared at Bai Cha resentfully and then flew away.
Bai Cha frowned. What was that thing?
[Ah, I remember now. I think I saw this kind of human head when I watched it before, but it usually only appeared later]
[Did it only appear later, or could no one see it?]
[Good question, it seems no one looked in the mirror at the first moment]
Bai Cha went out, taking the diary with her.
She sent a message in the group.
[Bai Cha]: “Has anyone come out to compare diaries together?”
Someone replied quickly.
Before long, a few players came over, including Zheng Yue.
Everyone had a diary in their hands.
However, apart from the last page, they were all different.
Some diaries’ protagonists were male.
The situations were mostly similar.
Basically, they all died because of the shame and pain brought about by various things.
Mainly external issues.
Some boys committed suicide because they looked too delicate like girls and were bullied and ridiculed.
Overall, there were still more girls.
So, the previous speculation about whether it was Li Qianyao’s idea became less likely.
Maybe this world wasn’t created based on one person, but many individuals.
“So, isn’t the last page not written by these people themselves, but…”
That player didn’t say the word “ghost.”
After seeing too many ghosts in the game, they became very cautious, avoiding mentioning them if possible.
“But they all asked for help, so their real diary page, maybe they wanted to live, or never wanted to die in the first place?” Zheng Yue asked.
“Wanting to die was definitely real, otherwise they wouldn’t have died,” Bai Cha said.
This might have been nonsense, and several players were also speechless.
Bai Cha didn’t explain.
She also didn’t mention the human head.
To be honest, it’s normal for people to have suicidal thoughts. Many times, when encountering various things that are temporarily unacceptable and difficult to face, such thoughts are inevitable.
But it doesn’t mean that this person really doesn’t want to live anymore.
It’s just like that at that moment, and then something takes advantage of it.
Death becomes a certainty.
Yet they themselves were not at fault in any way.
“I plan to go to the hospital. I think the Beauty is Innocent Hospital is the key,” Bai Cha said. “I probably owe the most money anyway, and I can’t pay it back. I don’t plan to get plastic surgery to earn money. I want to investigate the things behind these diaries. Maybe I can find another way to clear the game.”
After she finished speaking, she looked at everyone with a harmlessly sweet smile. “What about you guys?”
