The Hand of Confession – Chapter 300

Volume 9: The Days Can’t Be Lived Anymore

Shen Maomao

Maomao returns!

For Ren Yue, to be able to die at Xiao Lou’s hands was a kind of fortune, but for Xiao Lou, this was undoubtedly a bit too cruel.

She, trembling and intermittently, repeated all the information she had heard from the red eyes, and at the end, requested: “Let… let him do it, okay?”

Lou Jingmo didn’t refuse, but she didn’t agree either. She raised her hand and gently brushed Ren Yue’s soft, long hair, then held her tighter, resting her chin on top of it, and said in a soft voice: “Sleep… just get some sleep and it’ll be all right, just get some sleep… and it’ll be all right.”

As her voice fell, Ren Yue only felt a chill in her chest, as if something had been inserted into her torso, quieting the heart that had been frantically beating and clamoring inside her body.

The pain receded like a tide, taking all her strength with it. She lay in Xiao Lou’s arms, looking at her reddened eyes, and couldn’t help but reveal a faint smile: “Hey… did you… start to like me… a little?”

Lou Jingmo’s throat felt as if it were blocked by a piece of iron, blocking her so she could neither catch her breath nor speak. She could only hold her tightly, her entire body trembling from using too much force—or perhaps it wasn’t entirely due to too much force.

Ren Yue had already received her answer.

She nuzzled her head against Xiao Lou’s chin, then slowly closed her eyes. The hand holding her fingers drooped powerlessly to the ground.

Lou Jingmo’s emotions instantly collapsed, submerging her like a flood from a burst dam.

She buried her face in Ren Yue’s hair, taking two deep breaths to keep from crying out loud. The back of her neck was inexplicably getting hot, but she paid it no mind, because it felt as if something had been gouged out of her heart. Compared to this kind of pain, that heat was truly not worth mentioning.

Shang Zhou stood behind her, looking at her back, and softly uttered two words: “My condolences.”

Snowflakes burst in, falling all over the two of them. Lou Jingmo seemed to have become a silent sculpture, not moving again for a long time¹.

A white line lit up at the end of the sky; it was the imminent arrival of a new day, but some people could no longer witness the arrival of the light.

Shang Zhou sighed, sat down beside Da xiongdi’s corpse, and said softly: “The sky is about to brighten.”

Half an hour later, the last ray of sunlight pierced through the curtain of night, shining on everyone in the room. The bodies of the two people on the bed, as well as the four souls on the floor, all began to blur, dispersing into piles of sparkling points of light and abruptly disappearing into the air.

Shards of glass floated up and reassembled into a complete windowpane on the window frame. The messy traces within the room also slowly vanished, until finally, this place was restored to its original appearance, once again a brand-new dreamscape.

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Grass!²

This was Ren Yue’s first thought upon regaining consciousness.

No, Ren-my-ass Yue, ah. The first thing she was going to do after getting out was to take a knife and slaughter that bastard Ren Yue.

Shen Maomao had a hundred m’s³ she wanted to say, and she wanted to say them with a big loudspeaker right next to that b’s⁴ ear.

Did she dig up Ren Yue’s family’s ancestral graves in her past life? So she had to come and repay the debt in this life? Otherwise, how could this little bitch Ren Yue be such a not-a-thing⁵?

Her honeymoon trip with Lou Jingmo was going perfectly well. It looked like they were about to hit a home run⁶ under the right time, right place, and right people conditions, but as a result, there was a sudden tumble dryer five-level frantic spin⁷, and she and Lou Jingmo were swept into the game completely unprepared. As soon as they entered the game, they received a memory loss gift package, were scattered at different spawn points, and had new memories arranged for them crystal clear.

She had entered Ren Yue’s game, using Ren Yue’s face, and naturally inherited her name.

It was just that the game could change her memories, but it couldn’t change her personality. Perhaps feeling that Lou Jingmo’s personality would be very safe, she subconsciously made herself act like Lou Jingmo, only gradually returning to normal after meeting the real Lou Jingmo.

This instance was definitely the highest difficulty instance she had ever seen. Judging from Shang Zhou’s performance, it was clear that all players were in a state of amnesia. Old players like Shang Zhou and Lou Jingmo might still have a sliver of consciousness for finding the exit, while someone like her—just remembered that she still had a girlfriend who hadn’t arrived yet.

This was the first time she had ever seen Lou Jingmo cry; it was enough to shatter her heart.

She herself was also crying her eyes out at the time—how miserably she had cried then was how angry she was now.

The tears at the corners of Shen Maomao’s eyes hadn’t dried yet. She opened her eyes with a shua, and saw Lou Jingmo in front of her with red-rimmed eyes, holding a dagger.

Before she died, she seemed to have specifically instructed Lou Jingmo that if Da xiongdi and she also woke up, the ones who woke up would definitely be monsters, and they must be killed immediately…

“!! Wait a minute!!” she roared, “Listen to me!! I’m not dead! I’m alive!”

Lou Jingmo narrowed her eyes, the look she gave her was like looking at a scammer wearing her wife’s skin to commit fraud.

Boss Huo’s surprised voice came from outside: “Ya! You’re all awake? Wait a minute?? Shang Zhou, what are you doing?!”

It seemed Shang Zhou had already started to make his move, and on her side… it probably wasn’t far off either. She scooted back a couple of times and explained: “Lou-jie, you listen to me!! I’ve already remembered everything, don’t be in a hurry to make a move, I have a cheat, I’m not dead!”

“We’re actually a couple this is a game we all have amnesia whether it’s you me or that Shang Zhou outside maybe Da xiongdi are all players, our mission is to advance the instance’s main storyline within seven days and find the exit otherwise we can never return to reality, in reality there is no apocalypse no ghosts you’re a big shot I’m the person you dote on the most do you understand what I’m saying?”

After rapidly saying a huge pile of words, she looked at Lou Jingmo with teary eyes: “Actually, I’m your wife, ah, hurry up and remember, QAQ.”

Thank heavens that in reality, it was Lou Jingmo who fell for her first.

Lou Jingmo was so damn hard to pursue. Shen Maomao felt that if it weren’t for some residual feelings, even if she had taken a knife for her and died in front of her, it wouldn’t have been able to cause a ripple in her emotions.

Lou Jingmo didn’t move, and of course, she didn’t put down the dagger either, just stared at her with an inscrutable expression, seemingly trying to determine the credibility of her words.

She hurriedly added more explanations to increase her bargaining chips: “Your name is Lou Jingmo, Xiao Lou is a code name you like to use, your profession in reality is a suspense novelist, and I’m your little fan. We met in a instance, we’ve been together for quite a long time, your height, weight, and three measurements are… your underwear size is…”

Lou Jingmo covered her mouth with her hand.

Damn it, the more she said, the more outrageous it got. Although the numbers were correct, this occasion was not suitable for continuing this discussion.

Shen Maomao blinked at her: “Do you believe me now?”

Lou Jingmo let her go and denied with certainty: “Impossible. I get annoyed just looking at this face of yours. How could I possibly be with you?”

Shen Maomao thought to herself, you think what you said is a knife stabbing at me, but it’s actually you feeding me sugar, ah!

She briefly explained the entanglement between Ren Yue and them: “This face isn’t mine! I don’t look like this! I have a white-eyed wolf friend, she used a prop to swap me into the game, this instance is actually hers! And don’t ask me what a instance is, or what the game is like, it’s too complicated, there isn’t that much time to explain. I’m telling you all this, you must feel a sense of familiarity, right?!”

The things she said did indeed make her feel a sense of familiarity, but upon careful thought, there was nothing in the depths of her mind. It should be because of the game she mentioned.

Shen Maomao added a handful of fire⁸: “Aren’t I called Rabbit? My real name is Shen Maomao, the Mao from Maotu. Do you feel it’s a bit familiar? Also, this pink hair of yours, in reality you don’t have pink hair. The one who likes pink is me, not you! Have you remembered anything at all?! And the reason I was able to survive is because the two of us signed a kind of contract. If something happens to you, I will die in your place, but if something happens to me, I can be resurrected by your side through the contract. The contract is on the back of our necks. When I died, did you feel the back of your neck get very hot? That was the contract taking effect!”

As she spoke, she lifted her hair to show her the pattern on the back of her neck.

Lou Jingmo looked over and indeed saw a circular formation. As for the burning heat she mentioned, she had indeed felt it when Shen Maomao died, it was just that she hadn’t paid it any mind at the time.

Up to this point, she was still more inclined to believe Shen Maomao.

Seeing that this method was effective, Shen Maomao wanted to say a bit more to help Lou Jingmo deepen her memory, but in the next second, the door to this room, which already had a crack in it, was violently pushed open. Shang Zhou burst in with his hands full of green blood, followed by Boss Huo, who was covering Huo Dongdong’s eyes.

Seeing them, Shang Zhou frowned and asked: “You couldn’t bring yourself to do it?”

Shen Maomao: “Wait a minute, this isn’t a question of being able to do it or not. I’m fine, I’m not dead.”

Shang Zhou said in a cold voice: “Don’t be deceived by her. Peng Fei said the same thing just now, but in the end, he still attacked me with a feather. If she could come back to life, why in that dream did she have to remind us to be sure to kill the two of them?”

Shen Maomao: “What you said makes a lot of sense, but the key is I fucking didn’t know I could be resurrected either, ah!”

Lou Jingmo got off the bed, let out a small sneeze, and then said nonchalantly: “She’s the real one.”

Shang Zhou was half-believing and half-doubting.

Shen Maomao also jumped down, wrapping her down jacket tightly around herself: “Maybe that red eyes I met saved me. She talked with me for a long time, maybe she likes me.”

Lou Jingmo glanced at her.

She quickly added an explanation: “But, even if she likes me, I won’t like her. After all, the person I like the most will always be Lou-jie!”

Shang Zhou discovered a difference: “That’s not right, your personality isn’t right.”

Shen Maomao: “It’s indeed not right. As it happens, there are some things I want to tell you too. Why don’t we go downstairs for a walk together?”

Boss Huo, holding his son, had a completely bewildered look on his face: “What on earth did you all go through? Can’t I listen? What happened to Peng Fei? Why is his blood green? Can he still be saved?”

If she hadn’t mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten about this matter. She extended her right hand to Lou Jingmo and said: “To prove my innocence, use your knife to cut my hand. You’ll know once you see the color of my blood.”

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The author has something to say:

Red eyes: You’re full of shit.

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