Chapter 140 My Stupid Imoto

——Hello, Feng Yuhuai, I want to play a game with you!

——Or should I call you [Mask]? Hehehe, but don't be afraid, there are still 48 hours before you are exposed, you still have a chance.

——You have the opportunity to change yourself and change your destiny, but whether you can make the right choice, only [Link] can give the answer! ! !

When you see these three lines of words on the phone screen, can you imagine Feng Yuhuai's inner feelings at this moment?

She felt that the three lines of words seemed to come alive, like maggots crawling out of a rotten corpse, crawling into her eyes, making her shudder.

Although the quilt was warmed by body temperature and she was holding a warm and delicate body in her arms, Feng Yuhuai felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart, and fine cold sweat oozed out of her skin pores.

She shuddered involuntarily, and her charming face was covered with goose bumps, as if countless tiny tentacles were spreading under her skin, suddenly crawling with hideousness and gloom.

"Am I exposed?"

"Does anyone know that I am [Mask]? No, I am not [Mask], I am just an imitator, but was I really caught as the real [Mask]?"

Obviously,

her strategy of imitating [Mask] was very successful, and even the person who was exposed believed that she was [Mask], but she also failed, because she was about to be exposed as [Mask].

I wanted to put the blame on [Mask], but now, I really have to take the blame for [Mask]. Is this considered shooting myself in the foot?

Feng Yuhuai's mind was extremely confused.

She took a few deep breaths slowly, and held the rag doll tightly in her hand. The rag doll's deformed tongue was pinched and spit out like a hanged ghost.

Feng Yuhuai quickly glanced at the other people in the dormitory to make sure they were all still asleep, then she carefully held the phone in her hand, deciding not to alarm anyone.

At this critical moment, she knew that panic would only make things worse.

She forced herself to calm down, slowly sat up from the bed, quietly slipped out of the quilt, walked into the bathroom lightly, carefully locked the door, then took off her pants and sat on the toilet.

The soft light in the bathroom sprinkled on her face, restoring some color to her frightened face.

Her fingers paused on the phone screen for a moment, hesitating whether to click on the [link].

But in the end, she chose a more cautious approach.

Her fingertips touched the virtual keyboard, and each letter was like a struggle deep in her heart. She slowly typed out the reply word by word.

——Who are you?

——I don’t understand what you are saying?

……..

The ding-ding prompt sound echoed gently in the air, and the reply box that popped up on the computer screen instantly attracted the attention of the fifth senior brother.

His eyes lit up, as if he had discovered some treasure. He then turned his head to look at Feng Mu and gave him a thumbs up. His approving eyes seemed to say silently: "As expected of a brother and sister, you understand your sister."

Feng Mu looked calm, just pursed his lips slightly, and smiled faintly: "There is no way. From a genetic point of view, this is blood suppression. I am born to suppress her."

Feng Mu then pulled a chair over and sat in front of the computer with ease. His hands casually typed replies on the keyboard, like a good brother answering his sister's doubts.

"My stupid Imoto!" Feng Mu thought.

The crisp keyboard tapping sound echoed in the room.

……..

-You know what I'm talking about.

-From the moment you replied to the message, you admitted it all, my lovely and innocent Miss [Mask].

On the mobile phone screen, every word seemed gentle and calm, but when connected, they were like sharp iron blades, piercing Feng Yuhuai's heart one by one.

At that moment, her heart, which was parasitized by the puppet mother seed, seemed to be pierced with thousands of holes, and all the secrets were exposed from the dirty holes.

Feng Yuhuai's teeth were trembling with fear, her tongue was stiff, and she looked around the bathroom in fear, as if a pair of terrifying eyes were passing through the space and stripping her clothes clean.

——Who are you?

——What do you want to do?

After a pause of a few seconds, the text message came back.

——It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that you have wasted 17 minutes and 22 seconds.

——The hourglass of time is passing silently. For a person who is eager to grasp a glimmer of life, every second wasted is a slow suicide.

——What do you think, Miss [Mask]? Or, are you ready to take off the mask and stand in the spotlight without any cover?

——By the way, I would like to remind you that during the gap in our conversation, your time balance has been reduced to 47 hours, 41 minutes and 17 seconds, oh, no, it's 16 seconds! 15 seconds, 14 seconds..."

Feng Yuhuai's forehead was bulging with veins, her phone was creaking, her chest was heaving violently, and she could feel the hypocrisy of "I'm doing this for your own good" coming at her through the screen.

It was a kind of yin and yang that was higher than her own "tea-like" aura.

The last time Feng Yuhuai felt so powerless was in the dark basement of the clinic, when her top was roughly stripped off and her chest was ruthlessly exposed to the air.

And this time...although the situation is different, it is equally despairing.

Unlike the last time when they were naked and face to face, this time she did not face the opponent directly, and did not have the oppressive feeling of being on the verge of death.

The opponent even considerately reserved a buffer time, as if showing a kind of kindness... What the hell!

She only felt a more suffocating oppression, like a slowly flowing stream, which would not rush people down at once, but would constantly entangle and wrap them tightly, until they slowly dragged people into the deep water and could not extricate themselves.

This is a far more insidious and terrifying method than direct violence.

In addition to anger and despair, Feng Yuhuai felt more aggrieved. What was going on? Why were there always strange and terrifying enemies targeting her?

I am just a high school girl. Who did I offend that made you guys keep targeting me? ! !

Feng Yuhuai could not think of an answer. Her eyes were red. She looked at the time on her phone and finally asked the last question resignedly.

- What do you want me to do?

The reply was as fast as lightning, concise and powerful, without even any extra words, only one - [link].

Feng Yuhuai looked at the [link] sent to her, her pupils shrank, the remaining vigilance or reason told her not to click on this [link], but fear drove her to move her fingers slowly.

Click!

Like the sound of unlocking, she opened the link.

Click!

Like the sound of shackles being put on, she put on the electronic anklet.