Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 604 The Woman in the Morning Robe

He Lingling was hiding inside a wardrobe filled with fragrant clothes. She held her breath and stared at the woman in the yellow morning robe with her back to her.

A woman in a morning robe sat in front of a dressing table with a large mirror, humming a lullaby with indistinct lyrics as she slowly and leisurely applied makeup.

From behind, she looks like an ordinary woman.

But He Lingling dared not make a sound.

Let's rewind five minutes—

After realizing she couldn't open the doors in the corridor, He Lingling stopped, her face grim.

At this time of day... most of the "guests" are either sleeping in their rooms or chatting in groups in one of the rooms... she really has a hard time finding a room that isn't locked.

"Ugh."

He Lingling sighed, leaning against the wall with some irritation, looking around at the tightly closed room doors.

So far, they have seen and obtained very little of the plot... They can only roughly guess that all the NPCs on the ship are dead, and that some of the NPCs were even subjected to huge "torture" before they died - of course, this is just He Lingling's speculation.

However, based on the predictive nature of her "Ghost Eye" talent skill, He Lingling felt that her guess was probably pretty accurate.

The current priority is to find some clues or plot points to confirm her suspicions...

Just then, He Lingling heard a sound.

It sounds like... someone is opening a door.

He Lingling's expression changed slightly. She quickly found a corner to hide in and cautiously peeked out in the direction of the sound.

The door to her room, which was about three or four rooms away, was pushed open from the inside.

A woman in a yellow morning robe with loose black hair walked hurriedly in another direction, seemingly looking for someone.

This is an opportunity.

Seeing the woman in the morning robe walk away, He Lingling immediately ran to the door of the room that the woman had just opened—sure enough, the woman in the morning robe hadn't closed the door.

He Lingling's unpleasant expression eased considerably. She quickly glanced at the empty corridor where no one was around, and without thinking about where the woman in the morning robe had gone, she slipped into the room, left the door slightly ajar, and began searching the room rapidly.

"..."

The search lasted for nearly three minutes before He Lingling found a small photo album in the bottom drawer of the dressing table.

The small photo album looks adorable, about the size of a person's hand. The cover has a delicate and smooth feel similar to medieval parchment, and it feels very comfortable to touch.

Almost immediately, He Lingling realized that the small photo album was probably related to the plot. She placed the album on the dressing table and continued to bend down and search around the room.

This time, He Lingling didn't find anything with obvious characteristics.

She bit her lower lip, turned around and picked up the small photo album on the dressing table that she hadn't had time to look at yet. Just as she was about to leave the room, she stopped in her tracks.

Wait a minute... why does the stuff on this bed look so familiar?

He Lingling's heart pounded. She instinctively turned around and walked towards the bed, and soon discovered that there was a complete "goatskin" on the bed, with almost no visible cuts or damage!

Above the shrunken goatskin, its head still appeared full, its deep, empty pupils almost forming eerie black lines, the distorted pupils slanting across the bed as they watched everyone who entered the room—

At the same time, He Lingling's pupils suddenly contracted upon seeing the goatskin.

...If the goat-headed figure could see everyone who entered the house...then wouldn't the scene of her going into the room and rummaging through things be—

Upon realizing this, He Lingling took several steps back in horror. The side effect of subconsciously activating "Ghost Eyes" caused her eyes to sting with a needle-like pain.

"Ugh," He Lingling cried out softly in pain, desperately trying to suppress the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor as she tried to activate "Ghost Eyes."

She had heard those light, weak footsteps just a few minutes ago!

The next second, He Lingling didn't even care about the excruciating pain in her eyes. She quickly ran to the huge wardrobe facing the dressing table, opened the wardrobe door, and ran inside to hide.

boom.

The sound of the half-open, unlocked door being pushed open followed.

He Lingling's nerves twitched. She tried to calm her breathing and slowly closed the "ghost eye" that had unconsciously opened automatically.

While prophetic talents are useful, the side effect of being able to activate them anytime, anywhere, and even causing severe eye pain for the host player, is certainly not something everyone can accept.

It's just that He Lingling, who has been unable to see anything, is barely managing to hold on.

He Lingling remembered that there were several players in the town who had also activated "prophecy" abilities, and their mental states were not quite perfect.

While He Lingling was lost in thought in the closet to distract herself from the pain in her eyes, the woman in the morning robe had already pushed open the door and entered.

The woman in the morning robe, her black hair disheveled, slammed the door shut as soon as she entered, then furiously kicked and threw the cups, chairs, and table in front of her.

Amidst the crackling sounds, a vein throbbed on He Lingling's temple as she glimpsed the face of the woman in the morning robe through the crack in the wardrobe—

It was a face resembling that of a "goat," covered with all sorts of indescribable white down.

The woman in the morning robe had delicate and pretty features that were almost indistinguishable under the cover of white down. She angrily twisted her beastly face and smashed things around the room for nearly a minute before slowly coming to her senses.

"...No, no, no..."

The woman in the morning robe muttered the same words over and over, gently touching her face and laughing in a daze.

"I'm still beautiful... I'm still beautiful... I'm not dead, I'm not dead..."

The woman in the morning robe smiled and turned around. As He Lingling watched her with bated breath, she walked to the dressing table, sat down, and began to slowly comb her hair with the only comb she had left.

She slowly combed through the tangled mess of hair, making it smooth and shiny black... The woman in the morning robe's face gradually returned to normal.

After shedding the thick, wool-like white down, the woman in the morning robe's smile turned somewhat irritated.

"Sigh...it's all gone..."

The woman in the morning robe muttered to herself as she combed her hair, then lowered her head and took out an eyebrow pencil or something similar to begin drawing her eyebrows...

Inside the wardrobe, He Lingling was naturally frightened as she watched the bizarre scene unfold before her eyes—just kidding, she wasn't as bold as Yu Shijiu, and of course... she wasn't as timid as Xu Han either.

I wonder when the woman in the morning robe will appear outside—

He Lingling's back suddenly stiffened.

Wait a minute... this woman is wearing a morning robe, doesn't that mean she'll have to change clothes when she goes out later?!