Page 3 of My nearsighted self takes on horror game

Unexpectedly, the next second, the man raised his hand and suddenly put the head he was holding back on his neck.

Then he leaned in close to me, his cool and evil image gone, his voice mixed with inexplicable grievance:

"I'm short? I'm a solid 6'1". Take another look, won't you?"

These days, as long as he's a man, even if he's a ghost, they all care about height!

"Trista, I advise you, look carefully."

The man suddenly called my name, so alluring it made my heart race.

I yanked his tie hard, making him press completely against me, while coquettishly murmuring:

"Can't see clearly, come closer."

Staring at the handsome face clearly magnified before me, I secretly rejoiced:

Thank goodness, thank goodness this broken horror game only looks at terror value, not heart rate.

Otherwise, I'd definitely be dead.

Seeing the man not saying anything, I worried he was angry. I immediately nodded with starry eyes, fawning:

"Wow! You're 6'1", I'm 5'5", the perfect height difference. We're truly a match made in heaven!"

The man in the suit turned bright red. He was about to speak.

The next second, the blood-dressed loli who had just reassembled her bones rushed over, kicked the man up to the ceiling, leaving him stuck there unable to get down.

Then the little loli looked at me innocently, nuzzled my face, and said with moist eyes:

"Mommy, Ella, hungry hungry, food food."

Who could resist this?

I immediately took out ingredients from the fridge, squinted my eyes, and happily went to cook for the little loli... and my husband.

My cooking skills are no joke. The father-daughter pair licked the bowls and plates clean.

When I went to shower, I seemed to hear them talking cordially:

"Ella, actually keeping this woman is fine. Her cooking is quite delicious."

"But Daddy, when those two come back tomorrow, they'll explode if they know we won't eat their food anymore."

"You call that food? If they dare question it, I'll kill them first."

"Okay, I'll keep watch for you."

After my shower, I very naturally occupied the master bedroom. I peeked out from under the covers sneakily, seeing that black shadow still sitting motionless on the sofa.

So I started showcasing my virtues in a soft, gentle voice:

"Honey, why don't you go shower in the bathroom yourself, and I'll help wash your hair in the kitchen? It'll be faster that way."

Comments: [What kind of devil suggestion is this?]

More outrageously, the Headless Big Boss, for whatever reason, actually agreed to my proposal.

In the end, we split up to carry out the plan.

I hummed a tune while washing the man's head in the kitchen.

The comments watched this bizarre scene with goosebumps:

[In my opinion, birds of a feather flock together. This Trista is also a dead pervert.]

They had no idea that to my severely nearsighted eyes, I was just washing a hairy black watermelon in my hands.

Suddenly, the "black watermelon" in my hands spoke: "You seem to be in a good mood?"

I frankly said: "Of course! I feel like I'm getting along great with you and your daughter. We'll definitely clear the mission smoothly."

The black watermelon stared at me, suddenly grinning eerily yet handsomely:

"You'll get your wish, Trista."

I looked at him tenderly... actually I couldn't see clearly, but never mind these details.

"I still don't know your name?"

The black watermelon, oh no, the Headless Big Boss suddenly flew his whole head off, perfectly connecting with the body that had just walked out of the bathroom, turning back into that dashingly handsome 6'1" man.

The man seemed to recall something unpleasant, his voice hoarse:

"I don't have a name. If you're willing, you can give me one."

After saying this, the man quickly left, telling me in a low mood that he was going to sleep in the guest room.

Tsk, this husband is so stingy. Can't he let me sleep while feeling his abs?

I scratched my head, unable to think of a good name for the moment, so I went back to the bedroom to keep thinking.

Just as I was pondering, the next second, a pair of pitch-black eyes appeared in my blanket, a small face emitting a ghostly glow.

It was like a scene straight out of The Grudge.

Fortunately I couldn't see clearly, only seeing a blurry white shape.

"Mommy, don't pay attention to that headless old monster. Tonight, Ella wants to sleep with Mommy."

So it was Ella. I don't know when she had crawled into my blanket.

I pinched her little face, picked her up into my arms, and gently instructed:

"You can't call Daddy an old monster. It'll make him sad."

Ella looked at me in confusion, opened her mouth to reveal bloodily bare gums with all the teeth pulled out:

"Hee hee~ But I'm a little monster too. They even call me little vixen and little bitch."

I sighed, trying to correct this little ghost's thinking:

"Who are 'they'? It's wrong of them to say these things. If Mommy ever meets them, no matter what, I'll definitely scold them back and hit them back for Ella.

"But Ella, you can't talk about yourself like that. It makes Mommy sad too."

Later, I rambled on and on, somehow falling asleep without realizing.

What I didn't know was...

After I fell asleep, Ella clung tightly to me, staring at my sleeping face. Her dress turned from red to white, then white to red again and again.

Then she muttered softly: "Mommy will be sad. Can't let Mommy be sad."

The comments also nervously spammed:

[This is the first time I've seen the blood-dressed loli's ghost energy fluctuate so much! In the end her dress stayed white and didn't change back.]

[Damn, this newbie changed the blood-dressed loli's attributes. She's got skills!]

The next morning, I was woken up by the mechanical voice announcement:

[Initial players: 30; Currently alive: 15.]

I groggily picked up my phone and saw the player group discussing that 5 more people had died last night.

Three died at the hands of ghosts.

Two experienced something unknown, their terror value spiking to 100, and they were gone too.

I suddenly received a private message from Hilary:

[Trista, are you okay? I was busy dealing with the ghost on the second floor yesterday and didn't have a chance to tell you. For the first three days, you must seize the time to win over your "family members". I watched James's livestream back then. This is the information I know, just take it as compensation. It's my fault for not explaining the room selection rules in advance, causing you to have to live on the 30th floor.]

Besides this, Hilary was also giving advice to many new players in the group chat. Dennis occasionally came out to curse:

[Why tell these newbies? I think you're just too kind. Helping them doesn't do us any good.]

Hilary typed to persuade him: [It's not easy to meet. Don't be so calculative.]

So the surviving players were all grateful to Hilary.

These two veteran players are quite interesting.

I smiled slightly and pressed my face to the screen to reply to Hilary:

[I'm doing great, thanks for your concern.]

The Headless Big Boss was holding his own head in one hand and Ella in her white dress in the other, doing "dumbbell" lifts.

Seeing me hugging my phone, he seemed to realize something and frowned slightly:

"Don't trust too mu-"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed.

Ella frowned worriedly and hurried to support him.

I also quickly rushed over to catch him with my body.

The mission system restricts NPCs from revealing specific clearance information to players.