Everyone seemed to be trapped here until they died, then the scenario started all over again. Each time they died, they died in a different way than they did the last time.
But still, no one could find the murderer, no one knew who the murderer was, hence everyone would die again. They were stuck in an infinite cycle, unable to get out.
It was like a movie that was playing over and over again. Though, each time it had different content.
The task was to end this infinite loop of death games.
Ning Shu sniffled, wondering inwardly who could be the murderer. The first suspect was the president of the traditional painting club. Who would pick a day with such freezing weather when everything was covered in snow to collect cultural material? And he even chose such a remote place?
As Ning Shu pondered, the girl sleeping next to her whispered towards her, “Are you a task-taker?”
“Yes,” Ning Shu hurriedly replied.
“696,” said Mei Ziqing.
“2333.”
Mei Ziqing smiled at Ning Shu. “The two of us really do have fate.”
“Have you received the storyline? If this task never gets done, are we going to be stuck here in a loop forever?” Ning Shu asked Mei Ziqing.
“Yes, that’s highly likely.” Mei Ziqing couldn’t help but rub her forehead.
Ning Shu had encountered a similar situation in that hentai world. The female lead, Mu Yanmeng, was also reborn over and over again three times.
But here, it was taking place in a peasants’ courtyard. They kept looping through the same events.
“This is so dangerous.” Ning Shu still felt lingering fear from Mu Yanmeng’s task. She almost ended up becoming a replacement for Mu Yanmeng.
Mei Ziqing sighed and whispered, “There is no way around it, I’ve been stuck as an advanced task-taker for a long time and I’ll get a lot of merit for this task.”
Ning Shu was miserable. Had she known it was so dangerous, she wouldn’t have come. She was only an intermediate task-taker.
She thought it would be easier to do a group task. She never thought it would be like this.
“Get up for breakfast.” There was a knock at the door followed by a man’s voice.
Ning Shu couldn’t help but wrap herself in the blanket. It was too cold to get up.
“2333, get up. Don’t get left alone,” Mei Ziqing told Ning Shu. As she spoke, she went to call the other students.
Every time Ning Shu heard the name 2333, she felt helpless. It felt as if they were calling the system-sama in her head.
“This body of mine is called Tan Shimin.”
“Mine is Li Yuan,” Mei Ziqing said. “Wake them up.”
Ning Shu shook the student next to her. Then she sat up and picked up the fleece jacket and down jacket to put them on.
Ning Shu was all dressed, but the girl next to her still hadn’t moved, hadn’t even grunted, and didn’t respond to her.
Ning Shu had a bad feeling. When she slowly reached out and turned the girl’s body over, she was confronted by one eye, wide-open, with a dilated pupil that seemed to protrude from its socket.
The other eye had a drawing brush inserted halfway into the eye socket. There was blood flowing from the socket. Black and red mixed with a dried grayish-white substance, indicating that she had been dead for a while.
“Uh…” Ning Shu’s heart jumped abruptly. Her hand covered her mouth as she stared at the girl with wide eyes.
So this meant she had been lying next to a corpse for a long time?
She was given such a shock as soon as she entered this plane.
The other girls in the room screamed and shrieked at the horrifying sight.
Mei Ziqing frowned and started checking the body’s condition.
Ning Shu reached out to touch the corpse. The skin was still soft, presumably because it was in the blanket and so was kept warm. The corpse wasn’t hard, but it was already very dead.
