Chapter 117
Chapter 117
Jiang Li’s suggestion was blunt and straightforward.
The Curly-Haired Woman listened but remained silent.
However, she climbed up from the floor, pursed her lips, and led Jiang Li to a specific place-the Cloakroom.
Jiang Li followed behind, watching her strange movements.
The Curly-Haired Woman pushed open the door to the Cloakroom.
Simultaneously, the pungent stench of blood assaulted her nostrils.
Displayed before Jiang Li’s eyes were blood-stained clothes near the doorway, torn to shreds as if bitten by something.
Looking further in, there were various severed limbs, broken arms, countless heads, and even intact corpses.
These all belonged to Ms. Song.
That Fake Ms. Song who had replaced the Curly-Haired Woman… simply could not be killed.
Kill one imposter, and there would be a second, a third, a fourth…
The Curly-Haired Woman brushed aside her long hair, revealing her face.
This exquisite face was currently drenched in tears as she gazed steadily at Jiang Li.
Jiang Li could see clearly now.
It turned out that what the imposter was mimicking was precisely the Curly-Haired Woman’s face.
It had stripped the Curly-Haired Woman of her wealth, her money, and everything else.
The Curly-Haired Woman was indeed the true guest of the 3rd Floor.
Jiang Li lowered her eyes, organizing her thoughts.
As things stood, she had obtained the guest’s Positive Review.
However, how to get the guest out remained a difficult problem.
While Jiang Li was pondering a strategy, her peripheral vision caught a figure returning from the mist below the Balcony-it was Ms. Song, carrying a bag full of Dog Treats.
Jiang Li’s pupils contracted sharply.
At that moment, the Curly-Haired Woman’s electronic dog collar vibrated slightly.
Feeling the vibration, the Curly-Haired Woman’s expression changed slightly.
She immediately went back to lie down next to the Dog Bowl and warned Jiang Li, “You should leave quickly. She’s back.”
Jiang Li also realized something was wrong.
She immediately pulled the Cloakroom door shut and asked curiously, “Didn’t she just leave?”
The Curly-Haired Woman explained, “Every time the Master leaves me alone in the room, it’s never for more than five minutes.”
Jiang Li stood up and headed toward the Balcony, intending to leave.
But something still felt off.
“You’re still in Human Form right now; you should be fine, right?” Jiang Li turned back to ask the Curly-Haired Woman.
But this time, the Curly-Haired Woman looked at Jiang Li with pity:
“Of course, I will be fine. You’re the one who won’t be.”
The Curly-Haired Woman’s sudden words made Jiang Li’s heart tremble.
“She will kill you.”
When the Curly-Haired Woman spoke those four words, her voice carried no emotion whatsoever.
It was as if she had seen such scenes so often that they were no longer strange.
Jiang Li frowned.
The Curly-Haired Woman’s words served as a wake-up call for Jiang Li.
No wonder that Note had deliberately provided a method to “prematurely cancel the Human Form.”
It turned out this Instance had planned this all along!
The Human Form lasted for thirty minutes, but the duration the Curly-Haired Woman was left alone was only five minutes.
If Jiang Li didn’t complete the form cancellation, those extra twenty-five minutes would be fatal!
Jiang Li thought for a moment and immediately went to the bathroom.
She shouted at the mirror, “Patient ID 1037, come out! I need you.”
The surface of the mirror rippled like water, spreading out in two circles.
The Mirror Person emerged from within.
“I’m giving you a chance to disguise yourself as me,” Jiang Li said.
The Mirror Person’s face lit up with joy. “Okay!”
“Go to the door and stall Ms. Song. Stall her for as long as possible; don’t let her into the room,” Jiang Li instructed the Mirror Person.
“You got it!” Receiving the order, the Mirror Person passed through the door and went out into the hallway.
Soon, the elevator at the end of the hallway arrived at the 3rd Floor with a “ding-dong.”
The elevator doors opened.
Ms. Song, clutching the snacks, stepped out of the elevator.
The sound of her high heels was very composed.
As Ms. Song passed by the Mirror Person, she stepped on something unknown and slipped backward.
Ms. Song let out a startled cry as she tumbled to the floor.
The dog food in her arms scattered everywhere.
“Oh! Ms. Song, are you alright?”
The Mirror Person rushed forward to help Ms. Song up from the floor.
Ms. Song stood up awkwardly, clutching her knee and hissing in pain.
She looked down and saw that the heel of her high-heeled shoe had snapped off at some point.
“Heavens, Ms. Song, your knee is bleeding! Please, don’t move around. Let me take care of that for you!”
The Mirror Person’s work enthusiasm was soaring.
Back when it was in the mirror by the sink in the women’s Hot Spring Pool, it had seen guests treat wounds many times.
That experience was finally coming in handy.
Under Ms. Song’s bewildered gaze, the Mirror Person swept her up in a bridal carry and brought her to the sink in the Kitchen.
It lifted the hem of her dress to expose her knee and began washing the wound.
Ms. Song was completely stunned.
The only time she had ever been carried like this was back when she was a dog.
Since becoming a human, when had she ever experienced such treatment?
Ms. Song stared blankly at the Mirror Person before shyly whispering, “Thank you.”
Meanwhile.
Inside Room 318, Jiang Li took out the instructions for “prematurely dispelling the Human Form.”
Following the details provided, she began drawing strange patterns around the Curly-Haired Woman.
The dispelling method was tedious and complex.
Even in a state of total concentration, it would take Jiang Li at least five minutes to complete the process.
Back in the Kitchen.
The Mirror Person finished rinsing Ms. Song’s wound and intended to apply medicine.
However, there were no medical supplies prepared in the Kitchen.
After thinking it over, the Mirror Person-who lacked much life experience-opened the spice cabinet and grabbed a bottle of cooking wine.
The moment it unscrewed the cap and poured the cooking wine onto Ms. Song’s wound, the viewers watching the livestream all widened their eyes.
-“Seeing that cooking wine made my brain cells shrivel up, fam.”
-“Brothers, I suspect it’s marinating dog meat, and I have evidence.”
-“Ms. Song: My corpse feels a bit uncomfortable, I’m logging off first.”
Fortunately, this Fake Ms. Song seemed to lack much common sense as well.
She didn’t refuse at all.
She even lifted her long velvet dress a bit higher.
Ms. Song’s face was flushed red.
The way she looked at the Mirror Person was exactly like a dog looking at its master.
The Mirror Person, however, looked solemn and serious.
With its head lowered, it took out the various seasonings from the Kitchen and sprinkled a bit of each onto Ms. Song’s wound, imitating how humans apply medicine.
Ms. Song’s leg had effectively become a marinated dog leg.
As things took an increasingly ridiculous turn, Ms. Song was the first to realize something was wrong.
She quickly spoke up to stop it: “Um… I have medicine in my room. How about I go back and get it?”
After saying that, Ms. Song climbed down from the sink and limped toward Room 318, dragging her right leg.
The Mirror Person had been preoccupied with looking for more seasonings.
When it snapped back to its senses and realized Ms. Song was leaving, its face turned pale, and it rushed out to stop her.
“Wait! Ms. Song.”
The Mirror Person grabbed her. “Your leg is injured. Why don’t I go instead?”
Ms. Song looked at the Mirror Person, her face heating up again. “You’re quite the caring one.”
Wearing Jiang Li’s face, the Mirror Person gave a silly grin.
Ms. Song thought for a moment and said, “How about this? I was planning to go back and rest anyway. You can help me over there.”
“Sure thing,” the Mirror Person replied, its mouth moving faster than its brain.
Once it realized what it had said, its smile froze.
“No!”