Excessive ferocity due to caution

The commotion outside disappeared.

The confinement in the room was lifted, and they tried to open the doors and windows.

There were no obstacles.

The moonlight outside was pale and dry, and the night breeze was equally lonely.

Zhao Yi stepped out.

After arriving at the plaza outside, I wandered around for a while and then stopped at a certain spot.

There was a rectangular groove in the ground there, with a broken wooden stake underneath.

It looks like there used to be a wooden stake here.

Zhao Yi squatted down and looked around.

The ground was covered in dust.

All traces of what once happened have disappeared with the passage of time.

Zhao Yi's eyes flickered, as if he was speculating about the details of what happened back then.

Finally, he returned to his room.

When he finally returned, a dark figure flashed across a large clock tower in the distance.

It's Mesa.

She pressed herself against the window, staring blankly at the spot where Zhao Yifang had just been.

If someone were near it at this moment, they would find that Mesa has no eyes and her ears are bleeding.

It looks exactly like the eerie woman in the painting.

Below the clock tower, there is a heavy lock.

...

The next day.

Sunlight streamed down Norton Manor.

The butler, who had only half a head, knocked on the doors of the trial participants' rooms.

"The hostess invited everyone to have breakfast, and then began to arrange everyone's appointment time with the hostess that day."

Everyone quickly tidied themselves up and changed into new clothes.

We arrived at the restaurant in the lobby.

Many delicious foods have been prepared here.

The butler, with only half a head, addressed the crowd:

"Today is an important day for your dates with the hostess. Time is tight, so please finish your meal within ten minutes and then we can start discussing the order of your dates."

Upon hearing this, the trial participants immediately began their work.

The table was laden with fish, meat, fruits, vegetables, and desserts—a truly abundant feast.

After the participants had chosen different foods and finished eating, they began to worry about the order of their dates.

Nobody wants to be number one.

According to the schedule, the first person to date Mesa is scheduled to begin in half an hour.

Dating is different from job interviews; it's all about the atmosphere.

Nighttime dates are better than daytime dates.

Mesa doesn't have much patience for them. Once she's not satisfied, they'll lose their usefulness and be eliminated on the spot!

During yesterday's interview, the trainees were already very clear that the seemingly beautiful female ghost was by no means a soft-hearted person!

They had to leave Mesa with the most satisfactory image of the opposite sex in the shortest amount of time!

The butler with half a head glanced at everyone.

"Who will go on a date with the lady of the house first?"

No one spoke.

Those who rushed to participate in the trials yesterday are now all wilted like eggplants.

Who goes on a date so early in the morning for no reason?

With all that commotion last night, that female ghost probably didn't sleep well and is still grumpy this morning... If we run into her, we're doomed!

They remained completely silent, so Zhao Yi said:

"If they're not going, I'll go first."

The remaining eight glanced at Zhao Yi, paused for a few seconds in surprise, and then a hint of mockery and ridicule appeared in their eyes.

This guy is clearly a loser who's never even held a girl's hand in public, yet he chose to go on a date with a female ghost so early in the morning...

However, they didn't say it out loud. Since someone was going to die in their place, how could they refuse?

With Zhao Yi taking the lead, the remaining people argued for a while, but eventually settled on the order of arrangement.

Then, Zhao Yi walked towards the park, led by the butler.

"Mr. Zhao..."

The butler suddenly stopped and turned to look at Zhao Yi, a faint respect flickering in his eerie green eyes.

"The lady of the house instructed that if you are on a date with her, you have the right to choose the location."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi pointed to a clock tower.

"Is that alright?"

The butler looked in the direction Zhao Yi pointed and calmly said:

"Except for that clock tower."

Zhao Yi shrugged:

"All right."

"Where is Miss Mesa now?"

The butler said:

"In the fitting room."

"take me."

Upon hearing this, the butler did not refuse and led Zhao Yi to the outside of Meisha's fitting room.

Then he left.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Yi pushed open the door and entered.

Although there were lights inside the fitting room, it still appeared dim overall. The huge fitting room was like a maze, winding and turning, and if you were not careful, you would get completely lost in the fitting room.

But Zhao Yi seems to have his own unique method for navigating the maze.

Not long after, he walked from the outer fitting room into the innermost one.

The further you go into the middle, the dimmer the light becomes.

It was as if some monster was devouring the light all around, constantly stripping away the brightness in the center and releasing an unsettling fear.

In the very center of the fitting room, there was a surprisingly spacious area, no longer filled with numerous women's clothes, but a dark square area.

In the open center, there is a floor-to-ceiling mirror as tall as a person, an eerie wooden dressing table, and a dimly lit lamp.

Mesa sat down at the dressing table and was applying her makeup.

Honestly, the scene is very bizarre. Any normal person would be so scared that their legs would go weak.

"Zhao Yi, you should know that it is very impolite to barge into a girl's room."

Mesa's voice regained its indifference from yesterday.

With his hands in his pockets, Zhao Yi walked to the full-length mirror and adjusted his clothes in the dim light.

"Yes, Miss Mesa."

"But I think what your life lacks is a poetic man who politely waits outside for you to finish your makeup so you can go on a date together."

"Instead, he's a brat who doesn't know anything and likes to wander around everywhere."

Meisha paused her makeup application for a moment, then looked at Zhao Yi with some surprise and said:

"Naughty kids are not likable."

Zhao stared intently at herself in the mirror and smiled slightly.

"So... I hope you can be a little bit patient with me."

Mesa opened the lipstick box and said calmly:

What shade of lipstick do you like?

Zhao Yi replied:

"The Color of Freedom".

Mesa was stunned and turned her head:

"What color is that?"

Zhao Yi looked at Meisha in the mirror:

"Freedom is the color you like, regardless of my will or preferences."

Mesa's fingers, which were holding the lipstick case, trembled slightly.

Her tone suddenly became much more serious, sounding less like a conversation between lovers and more like a senior admonishing a junior:

"Zhao Yi, in a relationship, indulging your partner is an unforgivable taboo!"

Zhao Yi turned his face to the side and stared at Mesa for a long time:

"I don't need anyone's forgiveness."

"If we fall, let me fall."

Mesa's tone carried a hint of anger:

"You'll fall and get bruised and battered, you'll be smashed to pieces!"

"You will pay a heavy price for your stubbornness!"

Zhao Yi's tone was slightly raised:

"Miss Mesa... seems to be experiencing it firsthand."

Mesa stiffly turned her head, randomly chose a red lipstick, and applied it to her lips in front of the vanity mirror.

"I'm just going along with what you said."

Snapped!

As she was applying her lipstick, it suddenly broke.

Mesa stared at the broken lipstick for a long time, her murderous aura spreading out, her eyes growing increasingly red.

Zhao Yi appeared behind her without her noticing, gently supporting her chin with one hand and lightly brushing her lips with the fingers of the other, delicately applying lipstick to Meisha's lips.

Looking at the red on Zhao Yi's fingertips in the mirror and the elegant color on her own lips, the murderous aura around Mesa gradually faded.

"Many people must have complimented your eyes."

Zhao Yi said, gently lifting Meisha's chin.

He no longer used the mirror to look at Mesa, but instead lowered his head and looked directly into her eyes.

Mesa's pupils were as red as rose rubies.

The latter did not resist, but said somewhat defiantly:

"You'd better not praise them."

Zhao smiled and released his grip.

"Lady Mesa, would you please play a game with this little child...?"

PS: This chapter has 2400 words.

4 updates today.

Try to finish this dungeon (in the next two days).

Although I have already said it, I will reiterate that this is not a love story between a man and a woman.

Brother Zhao doesn't have any complicated romantic entanglements.

I really don't want to write, it's too much trouble. (I don't have much hair left.)