There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

As it turned out, although the forum members were always glib with their words and never appeared serious, their responses to questions were basically never nonsense.

Xu Shuo had already felt that the notebook residing in his Spirit Sea seemed to be absorbing the spiritual power of its host to nurture itself at all times.

Although on the flip side, his understanding and use of this tool were becoming more profound; it was indeed quite taxing to sustain, and if one's spiritual power was a bit weaker, they would likely become easily fatigued.

However, the violin wasn't that greedy.

It lay quietly in the Spirit Sea, neither eating nor drinking, as if it were dead.

Xu Shuo pulled out a small fruit knife from the tool column and extended his right wrist.

But after thinking about it, he switched to his left wrist, removed the sports wristband he wore, and then slashed viciously over the rose emblem.

Bright red blood spurted out, and Xu Shuo propped up his chin, waiting for a moment.

Of course, to avoid actually killing himself, he also laid out emergency supplies and medications first.

About ten minutes passed this way, and during which Xu Shuo made another cut; the violin in the Spirit Sea finally moved!

The strings trembled slightly, rhythmically like breathing and heartbeat.

At the same time, he felt his spiritual power beginning to activate on its own, followed by the wound on his hand healing rapidly, and the lost Blood Qi in his body directly restored.

The wound on his wrist hadn't completely disappeared, but once it was no longer life-threatening, the violin went quiet again.

During this process, it seemed that it wasn't Xu Shuo's own spiritual power that was being consumed because he did not feel tired.

Xu Shuo was somewhat puzzled by this.

So what exactly was the state of this thing now?

Could it be that it was using the spiritual power of the brand-named director?

Xu Shuo, curious, repeated the experiment for the sake of research and reopened the healed wound on the violin.

After a while, the violin repeated the earlier steps and repaired the wound.

It seemed to have not drained his own spiritual power as well.

After several consecutive tests by Xu Shuo, he finally keenly noticed—although it still hadn't made him feel mentally exhausted, the violin's speed of wound recovery had slowed down considerably compared to before.

From this, Xu Shuo had a general understanding.

After all, following this rate of decrement in recovery speed, there would eventually be a time when the speed of wound recovery could not keep up with the rate of Blood Qi loss, and then his body would declare its withering.

No wonder Cerys, who was immortal, still died in the end.

As he remembered, Cerys had suffered countless injuries; she was dragged to death alive amidst the onslaught of the Holy Court's army!

After death, her "heart" sacrificed all the living beings present beneath Prague Castle to have enough magic power to sustain itself. The Night Witch, having lost her body, then transformed into an Evil Spirit and wove an Illusory Realm that buried everyone.

This maneuver, ah, this maneuver from "I'm Invincible When I'm Dead."

After figuring out the working mode of the violin, Xu Shuo finally stopped the experiment.

Although he still didn't know whether his consciousness would transfer here after his body died (after all, his heart mode was slightly different from Cerys's heart), at least he now knew it indeed had a similar function to a "heart."

The nearly undying recovery power was enough for now.

As for the spiritual power not being consumed... well, let that be left to chance for further exploration; any more cutting might spell doom.

Xu Shuo looked at the scars on his hands.

The not completely healed cuts were still there, but the broken rose pattern had reemerged with the regeneration of his flesh and blood, without any trace of damage.

After all, every time the skin grew back, it would also reappear in the same exact place without a hint of error.

It seemed this thing was not going to come off.

Xu Shuo put the sports wristband back on, and seeing that it was getting late, exited the Script Space.

…

The moment he opened his eyes, a pair of profound black eyes and a calm, serene face appeared before him.

A girl about seventeen or eighteen years of age, expressionless, but her face wasn't stiff—there was a calmness about her, and her eyes and brows exuded a cool but not indifferent temperament.

Xu Shuo blinked, bewildered for two seconds.

"Why aren't you resting this late and looking at me?" he asked.

"I wanted to cover you with a blanket," Xu Xi responded expressionlessly, lifting her hand that was holding a thin comforter.

"Not sleeping, I'm heading back to the company now," said Xu Shuo, as he stood up from the couch, but then saw Xu Xi's eyebrows twitch slightly as she leaned in close to him, her nose as if sniffing something.

This confused him: "What's the matter?"

Did he reek of sweat?

Xu Shuo unconsciously turned his head to sniff his shoulder, but then he thought that he had just transferred the "heart", so maybe this body was no longer human and might even be emitting the stench of a corpse??

Wouldn't that be a bit too far-fetched?!

"I feel like there's something on you... Ah-choo! Ah-choo!"

Xu Xi seemed to be about to say something, but then she suddenly turned her head and let out several violent sneezes, her entire body trembling with the motion, and her eyes misting over with involuntary tears.

"Tch... smells weird... Tch..."

While continuing to talk, Xu Xi suddenly froze, staring blankly at her hand, and then instinctively sniffed to stop the snot that was about to run out.

After this action, she fell into silence, her whole person so stiff she was almost turning into wood.

Xu Xi: "..."

The cold was indeed fierce; she had only been sneezing at noon, but now she felt like her nose was completely out of control, and her throat was also a bit itchy.

What's more important was that the involuntary sniffling was far from elegant.

Xu Xi stood at her spot, looking pitifully silent.

"Ahem, looks like you've really caught a cold."

Xu Shuo broke the awkward silence, picked up a tissue from the coffee table, and handed it to her, then stood up and said, "Take some cold medicine and get some sleep. Is it because you were busy revising for the college entrance exam these past few days and didn't pay attention to your rest?"

Xu Xi silently took the tissues to blow her nose, saying nothing.

Xu Shuo opened the living room cabinet drawer to look for something, remembering that there was a home medicine kit prepared in the house.

However, when he opened the kit, he found that the latest production date on the medicines inside was a year past expiry, and nothing survived except for gauze and adhesive tape...

"...I'll go out and buy you some medicine, you go ahead and boil yourself some hot water in the meantime," Xu Shuo said, resignedly.

"Okay," Xu Xi replied hoarsely.

...

Luckily, there was a Love Pharmacy near the residential area.

Xu Shuo picked out some commonly used medications for colds and fever, then also bought some medicine for bruises and injuries just to have on hand for emergencies.

While passing the health products aisle, he contemplated, and then picked up two bottles of various vitamin products. When he checked out, the pharmacist recommended he buy a can of protein powder and three boxes of collagen drinks.

Xu Shuo: "..."

When he returned home with bags full of medications, Xu Xi was stunned.

"You can take these two medicines together, two pills at a time, three times a day..."

"This one, if your throat feels uncomfortable, take a teaspoon, but remember not to drink water..."

"There's no limit for the vitamins, you can take them every day."

"Protein powder, you can mix it with a drink when you're free. This beverage, one bottle a day, came with a discount - it's said to be beneficial for girls' skin."

Xu Xi: "..."

She took the cold medicine one by one first.

Xu Shuo reorganized the remaining medicines, then took the thermometer given by the pharmacy and checked Xu Xi's temperature, before finally breathing a sigh of relief after making sure there were no major issues.

He vaguely remembered that the last time they were in such a hurry was when Xu Xi insisted on earning money through her labor, resulting in a deep cut on her palm that wouldn't stop bleeding, and he had to hastily take her to a nearby clinic for treatment.

After that incident, Xu Xi became much more cautious, and as long as she wasn't injured, she wouldn't fall sick, making the home medicine kit he had specially prepared just for decoration.

Therefore, he still felt it was quite abnormal for Xu Xi's constitution to suddenly decline.

It seemed that he would have to find a way to resolve this.

"After taking the medicine, you might feel a bit drowsy, so go ahead and sleep it off."

After Xu Shuo said this, he suddenly felt like something was off, so he added, "What do you feel like eating tonight? I'll pick it up when I come back."
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"Sweet and sour ribs," Xu Xi thought for a moment and said.

"Anything else?"

"That's it."

"Alright, I'm heading to the office now; don't go out today if there's nothing important," Xu Shuo said, checking the time.

"Okay."

It was almost half-past two in the afternoon by now, and after a bit of tidying up, Xu Shuo left.

As usual, Xu Xi walked to the balcony, watching the young man leave the stairwell, walk to a silver-gray sedan by the curb, and then disappear around the corner of the road.

She wiped her nose with a tissue; she didn't feel as uncomfortable now as she had before.

...