I am a god in the secret world

Chapter 100: [Appearance First] They are all different

Bai Cha glanced at the time.

It’s only half past ten.

She then continued to browse more information about Li Qianyao on her mobile phone.

This copy has been too clear so far.

Is she thinking too much, or is this just the way it is?
And what does this have to do with the plastic surgery hospital called Beauty Without Crime?
Is it opened by Li Qianyao?
Li Qianyao's personality as revealed in her diary is not like that.

If she had revealed her darker and more twisted side in her diary, such as being jealous of other people's appearance, then it would be reliable for her to open this hospital.

But she didn't.

Oh, actually it’s hard to say this is Li Qianyao’s, but it’s likely to be so.

Suppose, this is Li Qianyao’s diary.

Although she encountered a lot of ridicule throughout her growth process, she would envy other people's appearance, but she would not be jealous to the point of wanting to destroy the other person's face. She would only hate herself.

From beginning to end, she never thought about hurting anyone, she only wanted to hurt herself.

Bai Cha looked at the last page of the diary again.

Sunny to cloudy.

For the girl in this story, she could not bear the harm from the outside world, nor could she stop hurting herself, so she finally chose to commit suicide to get relief.

It was indeed a sunny day for her.

Why did it suddenly turn cloudy again?

When she took the medicine and picked up the pen to write the last entry in her diary, she should have felt relieved and calm.

But the reluctance that follows is both reasonable and unreasonable.

Judging from the character she has shown before, she does feel resentful. She resents the injustice and the fact that God did not give her a pretty face. There is nothing wrong with that.

You all go die right away?

If she could have directed this resentment at someone else, she would not have committed suicide.

She might be hiding in some corner as a keyboard warrior.

For example, by posting some curses in the live broadcast room or on the Internet, one can turn from a victim to an abuser.

Because once the resentment towards oneself can be transferred to others, it will no longer constitute the conditions for suicide.

The way she always chose to vent her emotions caused by external harm was to hurt herself, so she committed suicide.

Bai Cha's fingers gently touched the last page of paper.

The last line of words was written with great force.

After a pause, she turned over this one and touched the same spot on the last piece of paper.

Different.

With no pencil at hand, Baicha swept around the room, rubbed his fingers on the dirty floor, twisted it to make sure there were no particles that would clog the depression, and then gently applied it to the paper.

Please, save me!
When these unclear words appeared, the light bulb in the room flickered.

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the door.

Bai Cha narrowed her eyes.

"Who?"

"It's me, Zheng Yue."

A clear male voice came from the door.

"Zheng Yue?" Bai Cha asked in confusion while taking out a butcher knife.

"But if I remember correctly, I didn't tell you my address?"

Just like she didn't know Zheng Yue's address, although they were temporary partners now, they would keep this kind of personal information tacitly and not touch it.

There was silence at the door.

The voltage for the house lights became very low.

This airtight room looks even more eerie.

[Hey! Isn't this instance related to plastic surgery or something? Why did it suddenly become scary? ]

[Good question, has anyone watched the previous live broadcast of this instance? ]

[Yes, but I don’t think I’ve seen this scene before. The anchor didn’t find the diary, let alone share it. Now I’ve found the words on the back of the diary.]

[Tsk tsk, if you ask me, the anchor is just messing around. He knows something is wrong outside but still responds.]

【Ah, yes, yes, yes】

Bai Cha has already walked to the door with a knife.

The shabby wooden door was opened, making an old sound.

It was empty outside the door.

Bai Cha seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly picked up the mirror on her body and looked at the door.

In the mirror, a head was floating in the air, smiling at the mirror.

The pair of eyes that almost fell out of their sockets looked at Bai Cha, then rushed towards Bai Cha.

Bai Cha struck back with a knife.

There was a clanging sound, as if something hard was hit, and then something fell to the ground and rolled.

Bai Cha looked in the mirror again and saw that she had cut a deep gash on the face of the head.

It glared at Baicha with resentment, then flew away.

Bai Cha frowned.

what?
[Ah, I remember now. I think there was this kind of head when I watched it before, but it usually appeared in the later stages.]

[Did it appear later, or was it that no one could see it? ]

[Good question, it seems that no one took a mirror to look at it first]

Bai Cha went out and took the diary with him.

She sent a message in the group.

Bai Cha: "Is there anyone who can come out and check the diary with me?"

Someone replied soon.

Not long after, several players came over, including Zheng Yue.

Everyone has a diary.

However, except for the last page, they are all different.

Some of the diaries have male protagonists.

The situations are pretty much the same.

Basically, they died because of the shame and pain brought by various things.

It's mainly an external problem.

Some boys committed suicide because they were bullied and ridiculed because they looked delicate and like girls.

Overall, the majority are girls.

Therefore, the possibility of previous speculation that it was Li Qianyao's idea has been reduced a little.

Maybe this world was not created based on one individual, but many individuals.

"So the last page wasn't written by these people themselves, but..."

The player didn't say the word "ghost".

After seeing ghosts so many times in the game, I became very cautious and would not mention them if possible.

"But they all asked for help, so the real page of their diary might be about wanting to survive, or they never wanted to die from the beginning to the end?" Zheng Yue asked.

"You must really want to die, otherwise you wouldn't die." Bai Cha said.

This may be nonsense, and several players were speechless.

Bai Cha didn't explain either.

She didn't mention the head either.

To be honest, it is normal for people to have thoughts about death. Many times, when we encounter various things that we cannot accept or face at the moment, we can’t help but have such thoughts.

But that doesn’t mean that this person really doesn’t want to live.

It was just like that for a moment, and then something took advantage of it.

Death is certain.

However, they themselves did not do anything wrong.

"I plan to go to the hospital. I think the Beauty Without Crime hospital is the key." Bai Cha said.

"I probably owe the most money. I can't pay it back anyway, and I don't plan to make money through plastic surgery. I want to investigate the stories behind these diaries, maybe I can find another way to pass the level."

After she finished speaking, she looked at everyone with a sweet, harmless smile.

"what about you?"

Last night I dreamed about going to school. I didn’t want to study. I said I was too stupid and asked them to let me go home because I couldn’t learn. My classmates comforted me and said it was okay. If I couldn’t learn it in one year, I could learn it in two years. I started to cry silently, crying while studying. My eyes were swollen from crying. After waking up, I felt that my eyes were really uncomfortable. They felt sore and swollen and I couldn’t open them, but they were not swollen.
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