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There was a huge gender ratio at the scene, with seven boys and only three girls left.

The floor of the rose maze was littered with large petals, but they quickly withered after they all left, turning the ground into a dry yellow.

"But, it's a pity."

The butler then shook his head and added: "None of you succeeded in winning the heart of Lady Rose."

"Hidden mission, everyone failed."

After being reminded like this, they suddenly realized that they seemed to have forgotten about this.

But the truth is they haven't had time to figure out which one is the real Lady Rose, let alone make him fall in love with her.

Everyone looked at each other and read the same expression in each other's eyes.

"Ah, this..." Xiang Nanyu looked in the direction of Si Mo unconsciously. He didn't know what he said, but he had a vague guess.

It turns out that his casual words "Madam" really came true? ?

But if it weren't for Si Mo, he really couldn't find anyone else in this group of people who was more suitable for this title than him.

"Well, today's trial is over. I would like to congratulate everyone who is still alive for successfully passing the case investigator assessment. Tomorrow morning, I will lead everyone to complete the little princess's funeral."

On the way back to the manor, Si Mo approached Shao Yan and asked in confusion: "Why did the housekeeper say that no one succeeded...?"

After a pause, he looked up and said, "Aren't you considered one of the players?"

Shao Yan rubbed his fingertips and replied, "Okay."

Si Mo frowned: "Why?"

Shao Yan pretended not to understand, and deliberately asked back: "Why?"

"...It's a hidden mission. Don't play dumb with me!" Si Mo's voice, which had already been low, became even lower: "Win the heart of Madam Rose..."

Shao Yan raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face: "Oh? Madam, do you think I succeeded?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Si Mo's ears turned red. After he quickly yelled this sentence, he realized that he was a little angry and embarrassed.

"Don't you know whether I like you or not?"

Shao Yan finally couldn't help but sneer. He touched Si Mo's ear, rubbed it carefully with his fingertips for a while, and praised generously: "Why are you so cute?"

"..." He asked unnecessarily.

It seems to be exactly what they want.

After Shao Yan stopped smiling, he said slowly, "Winning the madam's heart means more than just what it seems."

"Ok?"

Shao Yan hooked his finger at Si Mo, motioning him to come closer: "I'm only telling you, in secret."

Si Mo: “…”

"You can say it or not." The boy rolled his eyes at him rudely.

Shao Yan sighed softly, and like disciplining a disobedient child, he put his arm around Si Mo's shoulders and pulled him towards him:

"The first method is to find the lady and seduce him—"

If Si Mo had only heard this, he would have felt that Shao Yan had already succeeded.

But the other party continued: "To seduce Lady Rose, it would be best if you could offer your heart voluntarily."

"It doesn't matter if you don't take the initiative. You can still take it by force. This is the second method."

"As long as Madam Rose dies, this round of the game can end immediately without any casualties."

"The living heart was the offering for the funeral of the princess of the manor."

Si Mo paused, opened and closed his lips twice but said nothing, and after a long while he said, "So, this is what the housekeeper meant by his disappointed expression just now."

"Well," Shao Yan nodded and said, "He is the little princess's biggest lackey. Without the most perfect sacrifice, of course he can't be happy."

"So now you still hope that I will succeed?" Shao Yan looked at Si Mo with a smile in his eyes.

Si Mo shook his head. "Not only you, no one can succeed."

If anyone deliberately approaches him in order to get his heart, Si Mo can use thousands of ways to make the other person regret making this decision.

"Don't worry, ma'am. As your legal husband, I will protect you unconditionally."

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"Si Mo." Hu Zhi called him in the corridor on the second floor.

Si Mo responded and turned around, and saw that the other person's expression was a little unusual. Hu Zhi seemed to be deliberately avoiding Si Mo's sight, and finally lowered his head helplessly.

"What?" he asked.

"I..." The man hesitated and bit his lower lip tightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't make up his mind.

Even though he frantically washed the blood off his body as soon as he returned to the room, the corners of his clothes had been rubbed white by him, and the smell of blood was long gone, only the faint floral scent of laundry detergent was filled, but he still felt it was far from enough.

For an ordinary driver who has a happy family outside, with a wife and children, and has retired many years ago, what happened today is a little unbearable for him.

Even when he was doing secret things in the past, he rarely got involved in matters concerning human lives. But this afternoon, he killed someone with his own hands, a woman who was much stronger than him in physical strength. Even if he won, Hu Zhi felt that the victory was unfair.

I still remember that he used to hate the scum who hit girls the most.

But he wanted to survive, and in such a situation where the rules were unclear, if he was instigated, he might do something extreme.

Si Mo noticed the man's hesitation and said comfortingly, "It's okay."

"What happens here has nothing to do with the outside world. If you can get out alive, you will forget everything that happened."

So, don't blame yourself.

Hu Zhi suddenly raised his head, and a glimmer of hope finally flashed in his eyes, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He quickly asked: "Then will the people who died here come back to life outside?"

After waiting for a few seconds and hearing no response from Si Mo, the light of hope in Hu Zhi's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Not knowing what else to say, Si Mo simply patted him on the shoulder.

The man forced an ugly bitter smile on his face and was silent for a long time before he spoke again: "Will you get out alive?"

Is it still possible?

He might experience something more thrilling in the future, and every time it would challenge his fragile nerves. Even if he didn't die, he would be driven crazy sooner or later.

"There must always be hope in one's heart." That is the only thing that can help one get through suffering.

"Well," Hu Zhi wiped his tired face, pulled off the towel on his shoulders and said goodbye to Si Mo: "Thank you, good night."

"…Good night."

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