I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 152 - : 152: The Flower You Want

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Chapter 152 - 152: 152: The Flower You Want

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Bai Youwei’s face instantly changed.

She glared fiercely at the Inspector, “What’s going on outside?!”

“What else could it be besides flowers?” The Inspector smiled slightly, not answering her question.

Bai Youwei bit her lip, casting a gloomy look at the other three. “If something happens to my brother, none of you will survive! I may not kill the Inspector, but I have plenty of ways to kill you all!”

“We didn’t write that card!” Wu Lili quickly pointed to Zhu Xiaofen beside her.

“She wrote it! It has nothing to do with us. If anyone is to blame, blame her!”

“Don’t you know the term ‘displaced anger’?” Bai Youwei said with a cruel smile, her eyes cold as ice. “But don’t worry, I won’t survive either. We’ll all be burying my brother!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you insane?!” Wu Lili was both angry and frustrated. “Crazy!!!”

“Enough!” Zhang Qi finally spoke out of irritation. “Let’s follow the rules first!

There’s still an 80% chance if the remaining black cards are valid!”

For some reason, a hint of panic flashed in Wu Lili’s eyes. “What… what if they’re not?”

Zhang Qi was taken aback before he exploded in fury. “Didn’t you write as instructed?! What the fuck did you write?!”

Wu Lili could only cry harder at his yelling, sobbing as she explained. “I didn’t…

I followed the instructions, but maybe, maybe she and her brother didn’t!”

Zhang Qi didn’t trust her anymore, questioning, “Did you write according to the instructions or not?”

“Yes, I did, I really… really…” Wu Lili kept nodding as she cried.

“You better have!” Zhang Qi threatened ominously. “If not, even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me!”

Wu Lili was both startled and scared, covering her face as she cried non-stop.

Outside, the sounds of shouting and fighting were becoming louder. The heavy thuds were unnerving, giving the impression of an intense battle even without seeing it.

Bai Youwei felt a tightness in her heart.

She believed that Shen MO would be alright, but her heart was beating out of control.

She and Shen MO held puzzle pieces that would grant immunity and allow them to immediately opt out of the game.

But right now, the commotion outside was only escalating. Clearly, Shen MO had chosen not to use his puzzle piece, and he was up against something… Just as her mind was filled with distress, a pink shadow suddenly crashed in!

Bang!

The thing fell in the middle of the dance floor, knocking down several mannequins!

All of a sudden, Bai Youwei found the room very noisy. The mannequins stood silent, but voices filled the air, soft and elusive, incessant—

“He did it! He did it!”

“He completed the great adventure! …”

“Look, he killed the man-eating flower of his friend!

“He really did it…

The Inspector clapped his hands together, and the voices gradually faded away like a receding tide.

Shen MO walked in from outside.

His eyes were dark and collected. His T-shirt was torn by something, his arm stained with splotches of blood, his hair damp with sweat and somewhat disheveled. Despite this, he didn’t seem flustered at all, but rather carried an air of a triumphant hero.

He walked in steadily, reached down to pick up the twitching thing in the dance floor, gave it a light swing, and tossed it in front of Zhu Xiaofen.

“Your flower,” Shen MO said flatly.

It was a flower with a thick stem like an elephant trunk, a dark green stem, and a pink bud, precisely the kind they saw when they entered the yard.

At the moment, the flower bud was half open like a twisted blanket, revealing layers upon layers of teeth oozing with a light green fluid.

Zhu Xiaofen could hardly utter a sound. She was terrified, curling her legs up and crying incessantly, as if fearing the next moment the man-eating flower would suddenly jump up and bite her!

By now, Shen MO had settled back in his seat..

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