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There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

``` Entering the world of the Scripted Murder Game isn't scary. Playing the role of the murderer is still doable. Playing the role of the victim is fine. Playing the role of a girl is manageable. Even if you have to deal with dark, strange monsters, and accidentally get tainted by them, it's no big deal. Shuo looked at the script in his hand and felt that he could still play the part! … But after adding a bunch of teammates with mental issues, he felt that he couldn't go on acting. This script is a bit off too! Shuo, "Can we not have a murderer, a victim, a girl, or psychos, and just have a normal person?" … —————— 【Non-traditional Scripted Murder Mystery Game】 【Attention: The plot will gradually shift from normal to bizarre, focusing on tasks. Each Scripted Murder Game script is original, not fan-made. Non-original scripts will be indicated.】 【Ensemble cast, with undercovers, role-playing, disguises, no female lead.】 ```

Mid spring, tenth month · Horror
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Chapter 91: Sacrifice (Please Subscribe for the First Time!)

She was still clutching the copper mirror tightly in her hand, a very retro design that appeared somewhat worn.

Xuena stared warily at the girl standing by the edge of the pool, staggering through the thick, rich Blood Pool, retreating to the opposite side.

But as she carefully made her way to the other side and braced her hands on the edge of the pool to climb out, a figure of the girl emerged from the dark, viscous matter on the ground.

Xuena immediately let go and backed away, raising the copper mirror to face her.

Xu Shuo cocked his head, looking at the distorted features of the girl in the bronze mirror. It seemed nothing special, just an ancient mirror.

"What on earth do you want to do!" Xuena shouted, her voice fierce but with underlying fear.

"They need a sacrifice for the ritual. What do you think your identity is now?" Xu Shuo propped his chin and squatted beside the Blood Pool, glancing at the two colors of blood slowly blending together.