A sickly beauty becomes a god in a horror game

"The House of Meow Meow is also quite famous on the forum, because it is extremely rare that people will become copies of cats."

Xiao Xiao sighed, she already knew something about the luck of white tea, or it could be said that white tea was treated specially.

Therefore, many of the imported dungeons are unique.

Whether it's good or bad, this situation means that the player's talent is better, but it also means that the probability of death is higher, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

"The dungeon is mainly about escaping. This kind of clue will not be blocked, because when you enter the game, it should tell you that the way to clear the level is to escape from Meow Meow's House."

"The dungeon cannot use props, because cats are not like people."

White Tea: "..."

"So will a person who becomes a cat act like a cat?"

"Yes, you will get the natural habits of cats, such as running and jumping and so on."

This seems to be about the same.

"Then let's ignore it, I originally wanted to talk about looking at the props."

"Well... Anyway, the talent skills can still be used, and your skills have always been pretty good."

Baicha originally relied more on innate skills.

"Okay, it's okay, hang up, I think it's hard for you to speak."

At first Xiao Xiao gasped when he heard Bai Cha talking, and thought something was wrong.

After hanging up the phone, Baicha sat in the room for a while, then went to the balcony to look at the flowers.

To be honest, it's not a problem to keep these flowers here all the time, some flowers are more suitable to be planted in the yard.

After thinking about it, she glanced at the sky outside. Today is a cloudy day, it should be raining, and the air is extremely hot.

But the good news is that there is no sun, so it is convenient to go out.

Baicha decided to visit the house her mother left her.

The address was not far from her, so she tidied up a little, took an umbrella and went out.

It stands to reason that he should have a good rest at home, and it is rare to be able to relax.

But I don't know if it is, because she always lived a relatively tense time before, and now she feels anxious when she is free.

It may also be related to today's weather, in short, there is an inexplicable anxiety.

This made her restless, she might as well go out and find something to do.

After more than an hour, Baicha found his destination.

This place belongs to the county seat. The house her mother left behind is an old house with a yard. The outside is just exposed brick walls, and nothing has been painted.

The house has two floors. There seems to be Ling Xiao planted in the yard, no one cares about it, and it grows crazy. It hangs from the inside to the outside, and a large piece of it hangs down. It also spreads towards the sides, and it grows to the gate.

There are old houses like this all around here, and there is a pagoda tree not far away at the entrance of the alley.

The door was locked and locked with a chain.

The locks all looked rusty.

The white tea came with a key, but the inside was very rusty, and it took a long time to turn it open before finally turning it open.

Taking off the entire chain, Baicha pushed open the courtyard door.

No one lived in the yard for a long time, and my aunt only came to deal with it once a year, mainly to prevent the house from being unoccupied for a long time, which would cause problems.

So every year in the middle of the year, my aunt would find time to find workers to come over and repair it, and only then would I deal with the weeds in the yard.

This year has not yet started, the courtyard is full of grass, and there are some unknown wild flowers.

Ling Xiao grows on the wall on the left side of the entrance, and Ling Xiao blooms quite brightly and beautifully this month.

The sky here is not as cloudy as that at home, but it is still sunny and hot.

There are some butterflies and bees flying in the yard.

Bai Cha stepped on the weeds, looking at this dilapidated house, feeling inexplicably familiar.

She couldn't find traces of being here from her memory, and she didn't even know her mother's house here.

But she felt that she should have been here, but she lost it along with that lost memory.

She walked towards the house. The house has two floors, and the stairs are outside. The ground outside the first floor has a step made of cement, but the cement is also cracked, and grass has even grown in some places.

The house is of a very old-fashioned style, and there is a lock on the door.

The white tea was opened for a long time before opening the door.

After opening the door, there was a smell of dust.

The furniture in the room was covered with a transparent plastic sheet, and a layer of dust fell on it.

The light is not on, it should be the reason for not paying the electricity bill.

The light in the room is not very good, there are two rooms on each side of the living room, Baicha entered one at random.

It seems to be a bedroom here. The bed in the room is similar to Babu bed, but the wood is not good, and she can't recognize it. It can only be said to be solid wood.

There was also a dresser in the room, and Baicha took off the plastic sheet on it.

There are two small drawers above the dressing table and two large drawers below, both of which are locked, but the key is stuck in it.

The white tea was unscrewed.

There are some jewelry in the small drawer, most of which are silver jewelry, and they are all blackened.

Baicha rummaged through it, and found a small box from the small drawer on the other side.

After opening it, it was found that there was a seal inside.

The pattern of the seal is a camellia flower.

This pattern...

Bai Cha took a look at the ink pad, it wasn't dry, but it was still usable, so he rubbed the seal on it vigorously, and covered it on the back of his hand.

Although it was not clear, this pattern was definitely the one she saw in the copy, under the letter written on the rag.

is exactly the same.

Bai Cha frowned slightly.

Is this seal belonged to my mother?So who wrote the letter in that copy?Could it be his mother?

Putting back the seal for now, Baicha opened the lower two drawers again.

One of the drawers was full of letters, and there was also a black leather notebook, which seemed to contain a lot of things.

After hesitating for a moment, Baicha pulled back the stool, sat down, and picked up one of the letters.

Qingyue kisses her.

It must have been written by my father.

The font is a beautiful cursive script, with flowing clouds and flowing water. After opening it, it was indeed written by my father to my mother.

It's a love letter.

The content is extremely sensational, mainly expressing her father's admiration. It seems that it was written in college, and the main point is a confession of love.

Bai Cha pondered for two seconds, isn't it good to read the love letter from his parents?

Look at what is written on it, that round moon in the sky, the cold light is scattered in my heart, I would like to be the wind in the mountains, kissing that white light...

Baicha silently put the yellowed letter paper back, and looked at all the remaining envelopes one by one.

A large part of them should be from the same period, because the envelopes and fonts are the same.

There is a high probability that all of them are love letters.

She won't read love letters for now.

However, the fonts on the three letters were much more scribbled than before, and the envelopes were different.

However, it was written by Qingyue herself, but the letter had not been opened, and the envelope was glued very well.

There was a date written on the envelope, and Baicha opened the earliest one.

The font inside is also a lot of scribbled, revealing a sense of frustration and decline.