NOVEL There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 585
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Chapter 585: Chapter 505 A Big Wave of Trouble is Coming Chapter 585: Chapter 505 A Big Wave of Trouble is Coming A space situated within a time-space rift.

Amidst a golden sky, a resplendent and majestic tall tower with twinkling light stood tall, its huge spherical energy orb at the top spinning as if it were drawing something in.

Inside the tower’s structure, a sexy and attractive red-haired woman was playing chess while eating the pieces.

As she crunched on a white piece, she spoke in a faint voice, “Just now, a message came from Space Tower No.

11, just like last time.

Another subspace, directly administered by our Sixth Palace, has been destroyed.”

The girl with long black straight hair holding a white piece stared at the chessboard and pondered, “My brother told us not to bother with it.

Let it collapse if it will.

...

We just need to inform Judgement to clean up the mess.”

As she spoke, the girl made her move.

The red-haired woman briskly followed with her own move and picked up the captured white piece, skillfully tossing it into her mouth.

She continued, “But doesn’t this mean we’ve lost another source of Faith Power?

With the pressure from the Abyss lately, who knows if there’s still hope.

It could affect us here at any time.”

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The girl’s brows furrowed even tighter.

She hesitated before placing another piece.

The red-haired woman again swiftly captured a piece, chewing as she suggested, “Why don’t you go ask Los what the situation actually is?”

On the chessboard, the black pieces were nearing victory!

Gazing at the few white pieces huddled in the corner, trembling, the girl with long black straight hair fell silent for a moment and then decisively gave up the game.

Leaning back in her chair, she watched the glow from the tall tower and murmured, “We probably don’t need to worry for the time being.

If my brother has taken action, he must see a way to turn the situation around.”

“Still, wouldn’t it hurt to let us know what’s going on?”

The red-haired woman pressed on relentlessly, her voice low and seductive, “Fu’er, just ask your brother where he is now.

What if he happens to need help?”

Upon hearing this, the girl glanced at the red-haired woman, who was radiating a vibe that screamed “I want to stir up trouble, I want to stir up trouble, I want to stir up trouble.”

And like weeds that spread wildly, that sentiment swiftly overtook her!

She tried to suppress the incorrect emotions wrapping around her, but her own curiosity inevitably burst forth, and from there, she couldn’t control the spark!

In the end…

The two exchanged glances, the meaning between them left unsaid.

Within a certain Script Space.

The woman on the soft bed jolted awake.

Before she even had a chance to process it, she checked herself over, confirming she was not missing any limbs, and had lived through another day!

The woman reporter took a deep breath.

Then, coming to her senses, she turned to look at the script settlement.

[The play “To My Lovely Angel” has concluded.]

[Task 1: No child is to leave the orphanage.

(Completed)]

[Task 2: Find out the truth behind Qiming Orphanage’s disappearance.

(Completed)]

[Task 3: Obtain the doll left behind by the children.

(Completed)]

[Task 4: Collect the special report from Qiming Orphanage.

(Failed)]

[Side Task 1: Enter Qiming Orphanage.

(Completed)]

[Side Task 2: The swing in the yard.

(Completed)]

[Side Task 3: The painting on the wall.

(Completed)]

The script settlement interface looked quite impressive because, out of the seven tasks that popped up in the script, she had only failed one!

In the context of a high-rank Level 3 Abyss script, this was an extremely high success rate, a perfectly acceptable script performance!

After all, the more of the story they uncovered, the more rewards they could gain!

But the woman reporter felt something was amiss.

Taking advantage of her still-clear memory of the events in the script, she skillfully opened the “Plaza” function of the Player’s Handbook, entered the forum section, and then searched for information related to the script “To My Lovely Angel.”

Checking the guide immediately after exiting a script and comparing it for analysis had become her habit.

This was an effective way to keep her brain active and learning.

The woman reporter also took out an ordinary notebook from the bedside table, pulled out a black pen, and removed the cap, ready to manually record her thoughts.

Ever since she lost the “Documentary Notebook,” she had to rely on this method for analysis; otherwise, her thinking couldn’t keep up with the ideas that sprang to mind, completely unable to capture Inspiration.

It’s what’s known as having a slow mind.

Yet, without the “Documentary Notebook,” besides the disadvantages, there was also a slight benefit for her.

The advantage might be that she didn’t have to “poisonously” exhaust her sanity and spiritual power using that thing anymore, whereas the downside was—because she had relied on the notebook for so long, her thinking had become considerably sluggish.

For a while, the woman reporter didn’t know whether to thank or despise that green tea.

She could only make use of the limited time to quickly recover herself; otherwise, in her condition, it would only be a matter of time before she was played to death in Script Space.

Huh…

wait a minute?

The female reporter typed furiously, glancing at the most authoritative script guide and recalling the plot while rapidly writing down any ideas that came to mind.

At this moment, she looked at the words “headmaster.”

Suddenly, she fell into deep thought.

The headmaster…

that young man in black clothes and trousers, who had the ability to disguise himself.

Wait a minute!

No, that’s not right!

At that moment, that sense of discomfort that had been rising ever since she had finished reconciling the script became increasingly clear!

The female reporter struggled to recall the scenes in the orphanage.

Apart from the first disguise as a female social worker, the headmaster’s second disguise as the blind girl and the third as the white-coated figure didn’t look much different from the headmaster in black who appeared initially, with only some subtle differences.

But…

As she recalled the young man’s appearance, the reporter had already sketched a rough likeness of him in her notebook—perhaps not in form, but definitely in spirit.

Staring at this face, her doubts grew stronger, but she just lacked that flash of inspiration!

So, the reporter pulled up the script reconciliation interface again to take another look.

What exactly was off?

Her mind was a complete blank now.

After looking back and forth a few times, her gaze swept over a post on the forum next to her, scanning ten lines at a glance for details about the script’s plot.

All of a sudden!

Her eyes locked onto the task list in the guide post, and a bright spark flashed through her mind!

“Damn, it’s the mainline task!”

The female reporter clapped her hands together, finally identifying what had felt off!

The mainline task from the script reconciliation was different from the one in the guide post!

Then something else occurred to her, her expression filled with a mix of shock and excitement.

Trembling, somewhat agitated, she quickly flipped to the first few pages of her notebook.

She had just seen this situation a few days ago!

Her last script had been “The Beautiful Legend of Prague,” and it was because she had lost the “Documentary Notes” prop in it that she had started to write and analyze by hand herself.

She had never needed to handwrite before!

However, it was precisely because she changed her approach to replaying events that everything she had written before still left evidence, allowing her to directly look back at previous records.

Even if the script was now taken down and she could no longer revisit the plot, she could still recall it based on her notebook.

Moreover, only four or five days had passed since that script, so the plot was as vivid as if it had just happened!

The female reporter turned to what she had written down.

[Mainline task: Contract a soul.]

Which idiot needs to contract a soul?!

Looking back at the recent script settlement:

[Task One: Prevent any child from leaving the orphanage.

(Completed)]

Isn’t this task a perfect match for the psychopathic headmaster?!

Although it seems that the deputy sheriff could also fit this task, the guide post on the forum clearly states [Successfully leave Qiming Orphanage]!

So, should she believe the script task she had just experienced, or the script task that countless players had gone through and for which an authoritative guide had been written?

The comparison was obvious.

Firstly, a word of thanks to the forum guide for their data compilation.

From this, it’s evident that this extra task is simply a BUG!

Slap!

The female reporter suddenly threw her hand out in anger, smashing the notebook onto the bed to vent her frustration!

“No wonder I kept feeling that guy looked familiar!”

How could he not look familiar?

A few days ago, she had just come out of “Prague” in misery, cursing the green tea bitch while wiping her tears, and then she ran into that guy again in the “Orphanage,” basically being toyed with twice in a row!

And he had the nerve to keep ridiculing her for being brainless!

Don’t you have any idea why I am brainless?!

Smash!

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