Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 1106 A Passerby Cannon Fodder in an Infinite Flow Dimension (Part 29)

Miaomiao cursed inwardly, but she didn't even have the strength to speak.

A feeling of suffocation and dizziness washed over her like a tide. Her vision began to blur, and the sound of dripping water in her ears gradually faded away. In the end, she could only see a dark red stain peeking out from the cuff of the black figure's sleeve, like dried blood, before she completely lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Miaomiao woke up from her deep sleep.

The moment she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a dim ceiling with only a small light bulb emitting a faint light, which also made the surrounding walls a little clearer, revealing mold spots.

Miaomiao struggled to sit up and realized that she was lying in a small room. However, there were no windows, only the old light bulb that had been hanging in the center of the ceiling.

Besides her, there was a peeling wooden table and four small stools in the room, and two children were sitting on two of the stools.

They looked to be between seven or eight years old and five or six years old, all boys with neatly combed hair and identical sitting postures, staring at her without moving.

Those eyes were dark and deep, devoid of any childlike innocence. Instead, they were like bottomless ancient wells, eerily quiet, making Miaomiao's scalp tingle and her back break out in a cold sweat.

Miaomiao initially thought the other person was like her, someone who had been abducted. But seeing that they were even more composed than her, as if her appearance was inevitable and as if this was how life was supposed to be, Miaomiao subconsciously remained silent.

But the anger he had been suppressing burst forth from his eyes, which stared directly at the ceiling.

"Where is my strength?! Why are you restraining my body when I'm in danger?! This violates the fairness of the game!"

Miaomiao hadn't forgotten how she lost consciousness. Given her strength, if that man hadn't been protected by the game, she would have beaten him into an idiot. How could she have been carried back to this shabby little house?

[Ding! This was a fixed plot twist in the game and cannot be changed by the player.]

For the sake of the game's integrity and logical consistency, players, as the primary participants, will be subject to certain restrictions in this game.

For two days, the player's body will be in a weakened state, after which it will automatically recover.

Within three days, players are prohibited from using any force against men with blurred faces; violators will be eliminated.

To ensure fairness in the game, we will not interfere with the game's progress beyond this point.

Good luck, players, and try to survive!

The cold, emotionless system notification sounded right on time, leaving Miaomiao completely bewildered.

Where does this victim-blaming theory come from?

She's been tied up and can't resist for two days?

"If he tries to kill me within two days, wouldn't I have to give him my neck?"

Miaomiao is full of hostility; this lousy game is truly shameless.

[Ding! The game guarantees the player's life for two days.]

Miaomiao isn't naive anymore; at least she's relatively clear-headed when it comes to games.

Guaranteeing life but not safety, Miaomiao gritted her teeth, truly shameless to the extreme.

As long as you don't die, you're guaranteed to live.

She rolled her eyes, knowing that arguing with the game system was pointless. These things wanted them dead in the game, so how could there be any real fairness?

Having set the tone, Miaomiao had no choice but to follow it. She temporarily suppressed her emotions and glanced warily at the two children who were still sitting upright and staring straight at her.

Even stranger, if it weren't for its breathing, it would look like some kind of marionette.

[Ding! The objective of the game is to find out who the murderer is.]

Each player has only one chance. The player who identifies the loser and shouts it out wins. The loser is eliminated on the spot.

The system notification sounded again, this time even more concise and clear.

Miaomiao looked up at the ceiling again, and saw that the faint, blurry light that had been there before now had a pale blue cursor that only she could see clearly. Next to the cursor were three countdowns: [165:30, 45:30, 69:30].

It was so simple and easy to understand that Miaomiao grasped it instantly.

One is the game duration, another is the duration of her physical restraint, and the third is the duration of the ban on beating up people whose faces are blurred...

None of those matters; the first one is the most important.

Miaomiao quickly calculated in her mind that the in-game time was one week, which was 168 hours.

168小时减去165小时30分，正好是2小时30分。

So, from the time she was attacked until she woke up, she had been asleep in the game for two and a half hours, and all that precious time was wasted!

Miaomiao was holding her breath and tried to sit up straighter by supporting herself on the bed, but she found that her body was extremely weak. Even such a simple movement required a lot of energy to do. Her arms were so weak that they felt like they had no bones, and she could barely keep her balance by trembling slightly.

She then truly realized that the "weak state" the system had described was no joke; she felt completely drained and even lifting her hand was difficult.

Forget about hitting someone, you'd fall into a pit and die even if you were eating or going to the toilet.

Fortunately, noticing Miaomiao's embarrassment, the slightly older boy next to her finally made some noise other than staring at her.

He sat on a small stool, his back still ramrod straight, and when he spoke, his voice was clear but devoid of emotion.

"Dad went out and said he'll be back in a bit. He told Mom you should get some rest."

"Dad? Mom?"

Miaomiao was even more confused, her mind buzzing. She subconsciously asked a question, but her voice was hoarse and hesitant.

"What dad? Who's the mom?"

She didn't have the original memories of this NPC, but the moment the boy called out "Mom," Miaomiao still subconsciously shivered.

Seemingly noticing her confusion, the boy looked at her and called out again in a clear and distinct voice, "Mom."

The sound was crystal clear, without the slightest ambiguity.

Miaomiao's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the original owner of this body was really the mother of these two children?

If she is the child's mother, why would this man called "father" drug her? Or did he save her after she was drugged?

Or perhaps the original owner couldn't stand the strange family atmosphere and ran away from home, and the dark figure who kidnapped her is the "father" the children are talking about?

Was she captured by the father this child mentioned?

In an instant, countless guesses flashed through Miaomiao's mind, and her already small brain felt like its CPU was about to overheat.