Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 669 Regret

Shi Yuan lowered his head and said softly, "I don't have a talent for playing the piano."

"……Yeah?"

Sun Qin tilted her head and smiled. The delicate girl, who was not very old, smiled and her eyes crinkled. Her horizontal pupils darted around in their sockets, and the cold color of her eyes gave off an eerie feeling that was completely out of place with her appearance.

"Not everyone has this talent."

Sun Qin smiled sweetly and continued pressing the keys, her eyes crinkling almost to the point of narrowing as the music played.

"When I was little... I was the only one who could play the piano..."

As Sun Qin talked incessantly about the past, Shi Yuan noticed that some of the "guests" on the dance floor were glancing at him from time to time, and he knew it was time for him to come down.

In the eyes of some "guests," as a waitress who disregards playing the piano, she is not qualified to go to the exhibition stand again and again.

"..."

Shi Yuan took a deep look at Sun Qin, who had already been contaminated, and then stepped down from the exhibition stand.

...It's okay. He Lingling said she would take responsibility for Sun Qin, so she will definitely produce the "goat milk".

After tonight's dance party ends, He Lingling can feed Sun Qin a few sips of "goat milk".

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corridor.

Unlike the noisy and cheerful sounds in the dance floor, the only sounds in the corridor, apart from the occasional piano music leaking from the dance floor, were the dense raindrops hitting the ship's roof.

Tick-tock—Splash!

Amidst the endless sound of rain, He Lingling saw Wu Huimin leaning against the window railing.

Wu Huimin was wearing a loose white dress, and her exposed arms and legs were covered with various bruises, one after another... She looked even thinner.

He Lingling thought.

She pursed her lips and walked towards Wu Huimin.

Perhaps to enhance the atmosphere, the normally bright corridor became dimly lit, and the lights emitted a faint crackling sound under the sound of rain.

"what……"

Wu Huimin, who was leaning against the window and sticking her head out through the railing, suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Lingling...do you feel tired too?"

Without turning her head, Wu Huimin spoke to her: "I'm so tired too... I'm starting to regret it... I shouldn't have boarded the ship without telling my brother..."

elder brother……

Having already confirmed that Angkor Wat was Wu Huimin's brother, He Lingling closed her eyes—she had already guessed what the rest of the story would be like.

After the absurd sacrificial ceremony, Angkor and his companions might be summoned by the "guests" who are too lazy to deal with the "filth" themselves to dispose of the corpses... As one of the managers of the first-floor cabin, Angkor will definitely come.

If they come... they will witness Wu Huimin's death.

I can't even accept death in its simplest form, let alone death that is tantamount to torture.

How could Angkor possibly maintain his composure?

Thinking that "Mr. Yao" was likely killed by A Jin before the sacrificial ceremony... He Lingling sighed.

As the person in charge of recruiting people on the second floor, Mr. Yao should have known that Wu Huimin was Brother Wu's sister.

But he still confessed, and even tried to conceal it.

He Lingling believes that Mr. Yao is reluctant to part with a waitress who can play the piano—after all, having more waitresses who can play the piano would make the "guests" feel more interesting.

As if in response to He Lingling's speculation, Wu Huimin spoke up again.

"Brother Yao told me that he would help me keep it a secret from my brother and would try his best to help my brother earn more money to ease his burden... I believed him..."

Wu Huimin laughed as she spoke, her voice growing increasingly mournful amidst the rain, sounding like a wail or a self-mockery.

“I was so stupid…” Wu Huimin said, “I actually believed it… Can you believe how stupid I was, Lingling… I, I killed myself because of my stupidity… and I also killed… killed my brother…”

Seeing that Wu Huimin by the window was becoming increasingly emotionally distraught, He Lingling stopped and refused to go any further.

Despite being a complete weakling who relies solely on props to survive, she is very pragmatic and has no desire to get close to Wu Huimin, who might turn around and bite her at any moment.

As it turned out, He Lingling was right to stop.

The dim lights in the corridor crackled and hissed violently. As a sudden, blinding flash of lightning appeared outside the window, Wu Huimin looked up from the window.

He Lingling's pupils suddenly contracted.

It was a face that was almost completely "sheep-like," with the girl's pained and twisted expression struggling within it, and blood slowly dripping from her bloodshot pupils under the lightning... Wu Huimin was crying, but the tears that fell were even thicker beads of blood.

The smell of blood and mutton in the air suddenly became stronger.

He Lingling felt a little dizzy from the smell. She staggered and grabbed the wall beside her, then quickly pulled her hand back, staring at the wall in disbelief.

The walls of the second-floor cabin were not the crudely made, dilapidated iron sheets of the first-floor cabin. The beautiful white wallpaper and various exquisite carvings were a visual feast to behold. But at this moment, above these wallpapers that should have been exquisite and beautiful, it seemed as if some kind of liquid that was gradually awakening was flowing, softening little by little, and wriggling little by little beneath the wallpaper.

He Lingling was shocked and took a few steps back.

The wriggling sensation under the wallpaper... if she wasn't mistaken... it was wool.

Moving wool... a dense mass of wool wriggling under the wallpaper...

He Lingling's expression changed repeatedly. After forcing herself to look away from the wall, she finally saw Wu Huimin walking towards her not far away.

"I...I regret it so much..."

A gaping wound opened on Wu Huimin's neck, thick, blackish blood and whitish, rotting flesh trembling with her stiff movements, oozing more blood and some... loose wool that was gradually falling off.

Yes, wool.

Wu Huimin's sheep-like head had horns, but her wounds were filled with thick wool and blood.

When she realized that her breathing was becoming labored, He Lingling subconsciously began to back away—the thought of trying to get information out of her had long been forgotten.

"...I have other things to do."

He Lingling spoke with some difficulty, her legs constantly retreating.

"Huimin, I have to go back to work on the dance floor. What about you?"

Work……

Wu Huimin paused, blinked, tilting her head back at the gash in her neck. Her blood-red pupils swirled erratically in her eye sockets, and finally, a slow, gurgling sound of blood flowing back into her throat escaped her lips.

".……yes……"

Wu Huimin managed to utter, "Work...work...meh..."

"..."

Seeing Wu Huimin stop in place, He Lingling no longer hesitated. She glanced back at the dance floor not far from her and turned to run.

She had only run two steps when she noticed the sound of someone staggering and chasing after her from behind.

Wu Huimin caught up.

Along with this comes the ubiquitous, drifting wool in the air.

"Damn it."

He Lingling cursed under her breath.