Chapter 75: Sleeping Expert
Bai Cha walked towards the pile of belongings with a hint of confusion, a hint of helplessness, and eight parts bewilderment.
Actually, it was just a suitcase plus a travel bag. The travel bag contained bedding, and the suitcase contained clothes and daily necessities.
Very simple.
“This raincoat was what the deceased was wearing at the time. We took it off him when we found the body and examined it.”
The police officer hesitated for a moment and said, “We’ve kept it since then. You can decide how to handle it. Sign here, and you can take all these things away.”
Bai Cha’s lips moved, her gaze fixed on the raincoat.
Such a familiar raincoat, it was impossible to pretend not to recognize it.
Both her hands were clenched tightly, and she wished she could deform her phone.
She finally moved her gaze with difficulty, wanting to look back, but closed her eyes, forcing herself not to look, not to overthink.
Then she took the pen and tremblingly wrote her name. Because she was shaking, the letters were crooked.
There was no way; she didn’t know Gu Baixue’s handwriting and couldn’t imitate it. She could only act as if she couldn’t write well right now.
She couldn’t reveal any details.
It had been so difficult to get to this point.
[Goodness, I thought the raincoat man killed Gu Baixue’s dad, but it turns out the raincoat man is Gu Baixue’s dad]
[Suddenly shifted from a horror movie to a heartwarming drama]
[Well… not exactly heartwarming, right? If he’s found out she’s not his daughter, she’ll die]
“Can I leave these things here for now? I need to find someone to help me move them,” Bai Cha said weakly.
She had guessed another possibility today, her mind was in chaos and she didn’t know how to face it. It was normal that she had completely lost her strength.
“Alright, you can leave them here for now, but please take them away as soon as possible.”
Bai Cha nodded, then asked, “Do you have the funeral home’s number?”
“Uh… let me go ask for you.”
They did have the contact information.
Bai Cha contacted them and waited in the front hall, another cup of hot water in her hands.
She stared blankly at the misty surface of the water in the cup, her expression complex and unpredictable.
Sometimes she would twitch the corners of her mouth as if wanting to smile, but then quickly press her lips together sadly.
She was in pain and conflicted, but in the end, she stubbornly and awkwardly chose silence.
She didn’t know how to face it.
This guess made her feel so ashamed.
At the same time, she was also angry.
If he was her father, why didn’t he just say so?
Since he didn’t say it, then she wouldn’t acknowledge it either!
After a whole set of internal drama, Bai Cha finally breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of the slightly cooled water.
Although the other party probably didn’t know about her psychological changes, she had to act.
Otherwise, it would be too fake.
People’s emotions always fluctuated, and that couldn’t be faked, let alone from a ghost who had been secretly observing the player countless times.
This game had probably cycled countless times, even able to unfold ten spaces simultaneously, with ten players performing at the same time.
For Gu’s father, he had probably seen countless people act.
Every little detail had to be treated with caution.
The people from the funeral home arrived quickly, and Bai Cha entered her act again.
After everything was arranged and dealt with, another day had passed, and it was already nine o’clock in the evening.
Bai Cha carried the urn home, her eyes vacant, occasionally wiping the container.
Oh, she was out of money, having used her credit card.
Father Gu should have seen it. Anyway, he seemed to have left a bank card and said he had been saving money for Gu Baixue. Bai Cha wasn’t worried about repaying the money, but she would have to act later.
So tiring.
Bai Cha opened the door of the rented apartment, turned on the light, closed the door, and walked to the living room.
Then she stopped.
Because on the table, there was a gift box tied with a pink ribbon, the one she had thrown away.
There was no reason to throw it away this time, but she was currently Gu Baixue, who was “conflicted, in pain, guilty, and afraid to face reality.”
So she just pursed her lips, then silently placed the urn, glanced at the gift box again, and silently went into the bedroom.
[Ew! She’s so calm, doesn’t need to act anymore?]
[After all, the raincoat man’s identity has been exposed]
[But looking at it this way, as long as she plays Gu Baixue well, she should be safe with the raincoat man. The streamer’s only danger is the ex-boyfriend. But the raincoat man can be her fighting force for protection, so isn’t this instance stable?]
[Em… it sounds easy, but acting requires talent, right?]
[Besides, it’s not necessarily stable. The raincoat man is no longer a problem, but the ex-boyfriend is a big problem. And what’s the connection to that case?]
[That’s true. Can the ex-boyfriend kill in dreams? The streamer said the raincoat man saved her, so it should be… wait… streamer, are you going to sleep again??]
[Good heavens, you have the most regular sleep schedule in the horror instances I’ve ever seen! Even the possibility of dying in a dream can’t stop you from resting on time!]
[The instance is only seven days, and you’ve slept through half of it. Amazing!]
[Streamer: Don’t even think about stopping me from sleeping, even if the sky falls!]
[Streamer: What ex-boyfriend? Kill me if you want, I’m going to sleep!]
Bai Cha: “…”
It wasn’t that extreme.
She was worried too.
It was just that her body wouldn’t allow her to not rest.
And she hadn’t just lain down to sleep; wasn’t she crying under the covers?
She still had to pretend to toss and turn, unable to sleep. There was so much acting involved. She definitely couldn’t sleep until she was exhausted from acting. What do you mean, going to sleep?
But after the acting was done, she still had to sleep.
Sleeping was dangerous, but it was also an opportunity to test things.
To see how much Father Gu now recognized her acting, whether he saw her as his daughter.
Bai Cha finally gradually fell asleep amidst her sobs.
[She can really fall asleep]
[Amazing!]
[Other streamers have also slept, but it doesn’t feel good]
[Don’t say it, there are only three people left now. This streamer should be the last one to die]
[What if she survives to the end?]
[That would be good too. Anyway, she’s probably the only one who can survive. The other two, one has already entered a dream, and one is being chased by Gu Baixue’s father]
[The brother being chased is also quite amazing, probably the strongest fighter among the players. But actually, you can’t blame him for revealing his identity. You know, he’s a six-foot-tall man, even if he looks like Gu Baixue, the problem is it’s really hard for him to act]
[Holy crap, look!]
[What what?]
[The streamer’s bedroom!]
Bai Cha, in her sleep, couldn’t possibly see the comment section, but what the comments could see was her surrounding environment.
A scene of half black mist and half water vapor had formed around her at some point.
The only thing they probably had in common was the cold.
One was magical, the other was physical.
Under this double torment, Bai Cha began to struggle.
It was really cold.
But she couldn’t wake up because she had once again been pulled into a dream, still that building.
She was rushing downstairs in the stairwell.
There was no way; those monsters were chasing too closely, and she didn’t have time to run to the elevator.
Fortunately, there were only monsters on this floor…
No, Bai Cha quickly realized she had been happy too soon. Monsters were starting to climb up from below as well.
She had to run into the corridor after a turn.
Her physical strength was limited. The best way was to find a place that could block these monsters, like a relatively sturdy room if there was one.
Unfortunately, the doors of companies in such office buildings were usually made of glass.
Bai Cha’s path was blocked.
“Gu Baixue! Be with me! Stay with me!”
The sharp voice echoed in her ears.
