I'm a delivery girl. Just when I managed to snatch an order with a $100 tip for a box of condoms, my joy was cut short. The delivery address was my boyfriend's apartment. I charged into the elevator with a kitchen knife in hand. But inside, there was already a man wearing a raincoat, holding a sledgehammer. Just as I was about to press the button for my floor, several twisted lines of text floated before my eyes: [Is the cannon fodder female supporting character going offline already? The ex-girlfriend who just won't let go.] [Holy crap, that's the hidden serial killer next to her! Is the first scene this intense?] [She's about to become the first victim. When the male lead finds her body, he'll go on a revenge rampage and kill the serial killer.] [But isn't the male lead with the official female lead right now?] [What do you know? The death of the 'white moonlight' is the ultimate weapon~] My finger froze in mid-air. The mirror-like doors reflected the shadow behind me. The man in the raincoat was silently raising his hammer, the shadow looming over the back of my head. Just as the wind from the hammer pressed down, I spun around violently. Instead of slashing with the knife, I slapped him heavily on the shoulder. "Bro, let's make a deal." He froze. "Can you let me kill that cheating couple first?" I gripped the knife handle tight, gritting my teeth. "Then I'll come back and let you hammer me?" "?" 1 His gaze fell on the kitchen knife I was gripping tightly, and the hand holding the hammer slowly lowered. "Which floor?" "Eighth, thanks." The numbers on the elevator panel jumped up one by one. Anger burned away all my fear. I scrimped and saved, delivering food day and night to put him through college. And in the script of his life, I don't even deserve a decent exit? I'm just supposed to die under a stranger's hammer to serve as a catalyst for his grief? Screw his plot. Screw his male and female leads. Even if I die today, I'm going to serve justice first and slaughter that modern-day Cheating Chad and his mistress! Ding. We reached the eighth floor. I strode out, but heard footsteps following close behind. I turned around. Raincoat Guy was following me at a leisurely pace. "Bro," I shook the knife in my hand, "those two heads are mine. Don't steal my kill." From under the hood of the raincoat came a low, barely audible response: "...First time seeing someone catch a cheater live." Got it. Some things really are engraved in DNA. Even a serial killer can't resist the urge to watch the drama. I reached the door and knocked. "Who is it?" A man's voice came from inside, a bit slurred. "Delivery." The door opened a crack. The first thing I saw wasn't a face, but a tanned, muscular chest with water droplets still clinging to it. Obviously fresh out of the shower. Moving my gaze up, I saw a handsome face. Deep set eyes, high nose bridge. Very striking. But I didn't know him. I took a step back, instinctively looking up to stare at the metal doorplate. This is the right place. "...Is this Gu Cheng's apartment?" The man who opened the door raised an eyebrow. He didn't answer, just stepped aside and lazily called into the room: "Honey, someone's looking for you." "Who is it, hubby?" A voice I knew all too well rang out. Then, the face I had looked at for five years, the face I thought I would look at for a lifetime, poked out from behind the stranger. He was wearing loose home clothes, hair messy, a look of satisfaction on his face. The air solidified for half a second. My brain buzzed. Before my eyes, the barrage exploded with unprecedented speed and density, almost blocking my entire vision: [Holy crap??? Information overload! Is this a dual male lead script?!] [Wait a minute, my CPU is fried... So where's the female lead? Who is she?] [Turns out the 'official female lead' meant... (pupils quaking)] [Nobody said the male lead was a bottom?!] So that's how it is. I really am a huge idiot. I raised a massive bottom for five whole years! Rage instantly burned through my rationality. Without thinking, I swung the kitchen knife at Gu Cheng's face. "Bastard! I'll fucking kill you!" The sound of the blade slicing through the air stopped abruptly. A hand with distinct knuckles accurately clamped onto my wrist. It was the man who opened the door. He didn't even look at me, just twisted his fingers slightly. Crack. A very slight but tooth-aching crisp sound. I didn't even feel the pain immediately. I just watched helplessly as my wrist bent at an angle absolutely impossible for a human, limp and broken. Then, severe pain crashed into my brain, and my vision went black. Just as I was about to curl up in agony, A black blur, wrapped in a dull wind, swung violently from behind me. That heavy hammer smashed mercilessly into the man's face. The last sensation before losing consciousness was my body being thrown out like a broken sack, the back of my head hitting a sharp cabinet corner hard. 2 When I opened my eyes again, overhead were the pale elevator lights and the metallic walls gleaming coldly. I stood frozen. My wrist was perfectly intact; the agonizing pain felt like a hallucination. Beside me, the figure in the raincoat also paused noticeably. His grip on the hammer tightened, the hood shifting slightly as if silently confirming our surroundings. Before my eyes, twisted text surged frantically again: [Holy crap... That Top is too fierce, isn't he?! A double kill instantly? Took out both the female supporting character and the serial killer?!] [Didn't they say the male lead has the strongest plot armor? Why is Gu Cheng standing there like a scared little boy? (laugh crying)] [What's the situation? Reloaded save file? Can the plot rewind?] [...Are you new upstairs? Don't know the rules? If the killer's mission isn't complete, he can't go offline early. He has to clear out everything else in this building first.] [Got it, forced plot lock. So this is... the second loop? Exciting!] The elevator doors were slowly closing. Without hesitation, I reached out and jammed my hand between the doors at the last second. The metal doors made a buzzing sound and reopened. I walked quickly towards the building exit. Are you kidding me? If my life is really at stake, I'm out. So what if I raised a cheating bottom for five years? Thinking about it now, I'm not that angry anymore. No reason to fight to the death with these lunatics. I reached the building entrance and pushed hard. It didn't move. The door wouldn't budge. Why is this happening? [What's wrong with the female supporting character? Why isn't she going to settle the score with the male lead?] [She seems to remember what happened in the first loop.] [Poor girl. The plot has already started. Unless the plot ends, the door won't open.] Plot ends? The words "killer's mission" flashed in the barrage. Does that mean... I can leave here once his mission is complete? I turned my head blankly and looked at the elevator. Surprisingly, the elevator doors were still open. The man in the raincoat had one hand casually blocking the door, silently watching me. Just as I hesitated whether to go back, a shuffling sound of footsteps came from behind, followed by an old, raspy voice. "Girl, make way." I turned around abruptly. A hunched old lady, leaning on a cane, was trembling as she moved from the direction of the building entrance. She wore an old floral padded jacket, her silver hair sparse. Every step seemed slow and strenuous, as if she might fall apart at any moment. However, the moment she appeared, the barrage appeared before my eyes again. [Holy shit! Here comes the exciting part! It's the Collector Granny!] [She loves collecting tall, strong men the most! Locked several in her basement just to drink... (content hidden due to violation)] [Explain clearly upstairs! You're killing me! Drink what?!] [Don't ask. Just know it's for nourishment... (manual mosaic)] [This old lady looks like she'd break if you touched her. One hammer from the killer and she's gone, right?] [Don't underestimate her! She's fierce. Carries poison on her.] Likes... tall, strong men? Almost instinctively, I stepped aside to let her pass, then silently followed behind the old lady, stepping back into the elevator together. The elevator doors slowly closed. From the moment she entered the elevator, the old lady's cloudy eyes were glued to the tall, upright figure of the raincoat man. That gaze was murky, yet revealed a sticky greed that made one uncomfortable. I saw clearly that the raincoat man's fingers gripping the hammer handle tightened one by one, veins popping on the back of his hand. Just as the hammer was about to be raised, I leaned towards him as if by accident, my arm gently touching and pressing down on his forearm that had just lifted. With this touch, the hammer was quietly pressed back down. "Did you know?" I suddenly turned my head and nudged the raincoat man with my elbow. "In 802, there are two incredibly handsome men." "Especially the tall one. Great body, looks like a model." 3 "How do you know?" The raincoat man's raspy voice sounded in the narrow elevator car. "I always deliver food to them. Just this week, I delivered condoms to 802 four or five times." I smacked my lips, deliberately dragging out my tone so every word drilled clearly into the old lady's ears: "Tsk, young people... good stamina, strong desires. Understandable, understandable." The moment my voice fell, The old lady's cloudy, yellowed eyes moved extremely slowly away from the raincoat man's tall figure. Then, she extended a dark purple tongue and licked her dry, cracked lips. That wasn't the action of an ordinary old person relieving dryness. It was a conditioned reflex, a biological palpitation filled with craving. Her hand moved. Her finger lifted slowly and pressed the button for the eighth floor accurately. Then, she turned her head, wrinkles on her face stacking up with a smile. "Girl, give the stuff to me. I just happen to be... going to 802 to see them." I instinctively pulled the bag back, shaking my head: "No can do. We have rules. Must hand it to the recipient personally." "I'm their grandmother." Her voice was raspy but carried a tone that brooked no refusal. "Just give it to me. Save you a trip. It's a hassle." Hesitation appeared on my face; I pursed my lips. Finally, as if compromising, my shoulders relaxed, and I handed the bag over. "Well... okay then." I squeezed out a smile. "Thank you, Grandma." "Don't mention it." Watching the old lady's back as she walked out of the elevator, I focused on the constantly scrolling barrage. [What the hell... is the plot going off the rails? Why is the old hag going to the male lead?] [Can this old lady beat that big handsome Top?] [Hard to say, but I want to see it!] [It's been so long, why hasn't the killer started? Who's the first victim?] [I hope he kills the pervert on the fifth floor first. Relying on being a pediatrician to molest little girls, absolutely disgusting.] [Relax, the killer attacks indiscriminately. He'll kill room by room until only one person is left alive in this building, then the plot ends.] So, I'm doomed to die anyway. I lowered my gaze in silence, but the elevator stopped without warning. Looking up, I saw the raincoat man's back as he walked out of the elevator. I looked at the floor indicator. Second floor. The barrage was right. He's clearing floor by floor until only one person is left alive in this building. And in the original plot, the survivor was the male lead. This means... the killer himself will definitely not be the survivor. So... can I make a bet? I followed silently behind the killer, watching him swing the hammer. Bang! He smashed open the door of 201. He went in and looked around. No one. Only dust floating in the light of the empty living room. [Which apartment actually has people in this building?] [202 has a chainsaw maniac. Third and fourth floors are empty. 501 has that doctor. Sixth floor is the old lady. Seventh floor empty. Eighth floor is the male lead. That's it.] [Not many people then. Isn't this killer's mission easy?] [Hehe, upstairs is too naive. Fewer people means it's scarier. It means none of the remaining ones are easy to deal with.] [The female supporting character's move just now directly put the male leads and the old lady together. 666] [Is the old lady gone already?] [Not yet, the killer hasn't reached the eighth floor, perspective not unlocked. But think about it, how could that old lady beat that fierce Top?] 202 has a chainsaw maniac? My body stiffened. I slowly turned to look at 202 behind me, not three meters away. Instantly felt the kitchen knife in my hand was pathetically weak. Just as I was thinking about hiding, The door of 202 opened. 4 A naked man covered in muscle poked his head out from behind the door, glaring at the raincoat man, voice rough and loud. "Hey! Middle of the night, smashing your sister's door! Have some manners!" The raincoat man slowly turned his head, looked at him silently, and walked over step by step with the hammer. "Oho?" The Muscle Man grinned hideously, suddenly raising the chainsaw in his hand and pulling the cord hard. VROOOM——!!! The ear-piercing roar exploded instantly, echoing through the entire corridor. "Two little punks dare to act tough in front of me?" Listening to that roaring chainsaw, my legs went soft instantly. Big bro... why include me? I was just passing by... [Holy crap! Exciting!!] [Feels like the third loop is starting... Killer only has a wooden-handled hammer, can he take on a chainsaw?] [Female supporting character: My life is over.] I scanned the floating text rapidly, desperately trying to find even a hint about the Muscle Man's weakness. Unfortunately, not a single one. The harsh chainsaw roar continued to vibrate my eardrums. I stared at the crazily spinning teeth. Calm down. With that chainsaw, the raincoat man couldn't get close to him at all. Muscle Man pressed forward step by step, forcing the raincoat man to retreat slowly. Seizing the opportunity, I turned and rushed into the elevator, shouting at the raincoat man: "Run!" Then I roared at the Muscle Man: "Chicken! Come find us in 802 if you have the guts! Our big brother won't spare you! You chicken!" At the last moment before the elevator doors closed, the raincoat man flashed in. I frantically pressed the close button, my finger barely leaving it. Only when the doors completely closed and the elevator started ascending did I finally let out a breath. Glancing at the slightly disheveled raincoat man next to me, I couldn't help but curl my lip secretly. Really, bro? That's it? My gaze accidentally swept over the hammer in his hand, and I froze. The wooden handle, which should have been easily severed by the chainsaw... only had a shallow scratch. "Your hammer is so sturdy. Why didn't you just take that guy down just now?" The raincoat man glanced at me faintly. "You think I'm stupid?" I rolled my eyes at him. The elevator just reached the fifth floor. I grabbed him and stepped out, pressing the close button behind me to let the elevator continue up empty. "501 has a doctor. The people from the second and sixth floors are heading to the eighth floor now. Let them fight first." I lowered my voice and explained quickly. "When they're both hurt, we'll reap the benefits." The raincoat man listened, looked at me once, didn't ask much, walked straight to the door of 501, swung the hammer, and smashed it down. Clang——! The door opened at the sound. He carried the hammer and walked in first. I followed closely behind him, subconsciously holding the kitchen knife across my chest, blade outward, stepping extremely carefully. The room was terrifyingly quiet, only our slight footsteps echoing in the dark. The raincoat man stared at the sliver of light coming from under a door. Without hesitation, he kicked the door open. I just followed in, but froze in place. The room was packed with dolls over a meter tall. The doctor had his back to us, completely naked, gently stroking an exquisitely made doll in his arms with a posture bordering on intoxication. My gaze locked onto the faces of those dolls. Skin was cold, stiff blue-white. Pupils dilated and empty. Lips a supernatural purple. These aren't dolls. These are clearly... corpses of little girls, dressed up meticulously. Fury exploded in my head. I didn't even notice the raincoat man raising his hammer beside me. Not knowing where the brute force came from, I violently raised the kitchen knife and slashed down at that naked back. One slash! Two slashes! Three slashes! Warm liquid splattered on my cheek and neck. My vision turned scarlet. I heard nothing, only the dull sound of the blade chopping into flesh and bone, and my own heavy breathing. Only when my arm was so sore I couldn't lift it anymore did I snap back to reality. The doctor had collapsed onto the messy bed. His neck was almost severed, only a layer of skin barely connecting it. His eyes bulged, staring straight at the ceiling, shock and death frozen on his face. Thick blood was gurgling from under him, soaking the sheets and dripping onto the floor.
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