MTL - After Learning How to Read Minds, Mr. Huo Takes Me to Bed Every Night! - Chapter 480 I just don't know how to cut my heart out

Li Daoyuan accidentally traveled through the world of novels and became the father of the second-generation rich second-generation villain in the early stage of the novel. At this time, his useless son has already provoked the protagonist of the novel’s destiny, and will soon bring the entire family into the ditch. Li Daoyuan wants to change his destiny from the root…

- Description from novelbuddy

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.】

A tree of 10,000 flowers, the world is the door.
The spells change a lot, but the hearts of the people are unchanged.

- Description from Uukanshu translation

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”