Excessive ferocity due to caution

"Next interviewee."

"That's what the ghost butler said."

The person who was originally ranked third was hesitant and somewhat afraid to enter.

They lost their strength, and they also lost their courage.

He stared at the room, which reeked of blood, and dared not go in.

But now he has no choice.

The ghost butler appeared behind him without his noticing, picked him up, and threw him into the house.

boom!

The door closed.

Along with the trembling, so too did everyone's hearts.

The third person is Huang Gou.

That ugly, hunchbacked fellow.

He refused to go in because he felt he was doomed.

But now, he has no choice.

Huang Gou followed the scent of blood to the female ghost, looked at the stunning woman, and asked tremblingly:

"What's your name?"

The female ghost slightly raised her eyelids.

"Finally, someone asked me my name..."

"Those two guys from before were very enthusiastic about showing me off as soon as they came in."

Huang Gou gave a bitter smile:

"I have nothing to show you."

The female ghost smiled and said:

"My name is Mesa."

"Someone like you must have endured a lot of cold looks and ridicule along the way, right?"

Huang Gou remained silent for a moment.

"This is normal."

"People in the outside world are very hypocritical."

Mesa asked curiously:

"How exactly is it hypocritical?"

Huang Gou glanced cautiously at the female ghost and the sticky flesh and blood on the ground nearby, and continued:

"On one hand, they mock others for being superficial, while on the other hand, they look at ugly people like me with contempt and disgust..."

Mesa asked:

"Do you find that look disgusting?"

Huang Gou replied:

"Lady Mesa, a beauty of your stature probably cannot understand the feeling of being left with a wound that is invisible yet deeply ingrained, with just a glance from the other person."

Mesa lightly traced her fingertips across her lips, stared at Huang Gou for a long time, and said softly:

"Alright, you can leave now."

Upon hearing this, Huang Gou was overjoyed!

He... survived?

"Lady Mesa...you're letting me go?"

Huang Gou found it hard to believe.

How could such a stunning beauty like her possibly be interested in him?

Upon closer inspection, he suddenly noticed a hint of indifferent pity in Mesa's eyes.

This pity suddenly stung Huang Gou.

Without waiting for Mesa's reply, he turned and left numbly, like a zombie.

After Huang Gou went out, everyone's faces showed shock and surprise.

In their view, Huang Gou was the least likely person to survive.

But he survived!

"How is it?"

Seeing Huang Gou looking so lost and disoriented, someone went up to ask him what was wrong.

Huang Gou came to his senses and saw the eagerness in the other person's eyes, but remained silent.

The hint of pity in Meisha's eyes just now made Huang Gou suddenly realize that he was still the ugly guy who was looked down upon back then.

Mesa didn't kill him not because she found him amusing, but because she felt that his ugly death in the manor would be a pollution to the manor.

When Mesa told him to leave, she wasn't telling him that he had passed the interview.

Instead... he was asked to leave Norton Manor.

Everything here has nothing to do with him anymore.

As Huang Gou passed by the ghost butler, he deliberately turned his head to glance at him.

The other person looked away.

His eyes were filled with disgust.

"Fuck you!"

Huang Gou cursed inwardly.

At that moment, he felt that he would rather have died in Norton Manor.

Seeing him walk away in a daze, no one paid much attention, assuming he had passed the interview.

Therefore, many people couldn't help but think:

"Could it be that the female ghost had rather unusual tastes?"

The ghost butler shouted:

"Fourth place..."

The group walked inside one by one.

There were originally seventeen people in front of Zhao Yi.

Apart from Huang Gou leaving Norton Manor, only 8 people passed the interview.

Zhao Yi was the last interviewee.

When it was his turn, the stench of blood in the room where the female ghost was located was beyond description.

The survivors looked at Zhao Yi with mocking eyes. Only after he entered the female ghost's room did the surviving trial participant in front of him say in a tone that seemed to kick someone when they're down:

"Let me tell you, Zhao Yi is most likely going to die..."

Someone nearby asked curiously:

How do you know?

The trial participant replied:

"Those of us who survived are all wearing red clothes... Look, aren't you wearing red clothes too?"

"The female ghost is wearing a red dress, which means she likes the color red. Zhao Yi, on the other hand, is dressed in all white. He has already lost too much in terms of first impression."

The person standing nearby suddenly realized what was happening and said with lingering fear:

"Luckily, I also like red, so it was all by chance!"

The trial participant glanced at him, inwardly scoffing:

"Idiot!"

...

After entering the room, Zhao Yi slowly walked to the hall.

The ground was covered with shattered flesh and bones.

They were scattered haphazardly across the ground, and one could still vaguely see a few terrified eyeballs among the shattered flesh.

Zhao Yi neither dodged nor avoided, but stepped on and popped an eyeball, arriving in front of the female ghost.

"You are a very sincere person."

Zhao Yi praised.

The female ghost raised her eyes, her tone slightly impatient:

"Do you men always start your hookups with insincere compliments?"

"It's so greasy."

Zhao Yi smiled slightly and asked:

"May I sit down?"

The female ghost waved her hand gently.

The blood and grime on the sofa behind Zhao Yi disappeared, and it became clean again.

After he sat down, he said:

"This is not a false compliment. You said you were bored and lonely before, and now, looking at these corpses, I know... you really are bored and lonely."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhao Yi... How should I address you?"

The female ghost raised her beautiful eyebrows:

"Mesa".

"I have a question."

"Judging from what you've said, you seem to be a very meticulous person, so why...?"

Zhao Yi smiled and continued:

"Why are they all dressed in red, while I'm dressed in white, is that right?"

In that instant, Mesa saw the light in Zhao's eyes.

After more than a dozen interviews, my previously numb heart began to stir with a little more interest.

"I'm waiting for your explanation."

"I really dislike white. Without a good explanation, you'll immediately become part of this pile of minced meat on the ground."

Zhao Yi looked directly into Meisha's eyes:

"I wore white because I thought... the red in my wardrobe didn't look good."

Mesa frowned slightly:

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Yi smiled and slowly unbuttoned the top of her shirt, revealing her pale skin.

He picked up the fruit knife from the table, wiped the stains off with a napkin, and, under the female ghost's puzzled gaze, slowly made a cut on his chest.

The blade sliced ​​through Zhao Yi's chest skin without any resistance, even leaving a mark on his sternum.

Fresh blood, like red wine, slowly gushed out and flowed downwards.

The blood soaked Zhao Yi's white shirt, leaving a shocking stain.

The purest white.

The most vibrant red.

Zhao Yijun's handsome face showed no sign of pain as the blade danced across his chest, carving out a rose.

White roses stained with blood.

"It's beautiful... isn't it?"

Zhao Yi said to the female ghost who was staring blankly at his chest.

Mesa's eyes held a complex expression, her tone laced with mockery and regret:

"It's beautiful... but unfortunately, this beautiful red will soon turn sour."

Zhao Yi smiled slightly:

That's why I'm giving it to you in person.

"I cannot give you a rose that never fades, but I can give you... the breathtaking beauty of its bloom."

P.S.: One more chapter.

Don't worry, there's no female lead and no scumbag women.

I'll write one more chapter and then go to sleep.