I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Chapter 140: I feel ashamed of being inferior, perverse psychology!

Qin Nuo was truly speechless.

Just how charming is this Li Xiaoming, that so many girls are infatuated with him, and each one seems more unusual than the last.

The look in the eyes of that sloppy girl made Qin Nuo feel like he had become her prey.

The sloppy girl didn't say a word, perhaps Qin Nuo's gaze made her feel shy. She covered her face and jumped over the railing from the building.

Qin Nuo didn't bother to care, he slung his small backpack over his shoulder and left.

This instance's activity area was much larger than the previous ones. Besides the Black Crow Ghost School, there was also a small town named Younan.

The town surrounded the school at its center, and all the students were children from the town.

Outside the town, thick fog obscured the view, marking the boundary of the instance's activity area in the players' eyes.

The Black Crow Ghost School was located halfway up a mountain. As Qin Nuo walked out of the school gate, he could roughly see the entire town.

Though it was clearly afternoon, there wasn't a hint of dusk, no golden traces of sunset, just white mist swirling around, leaving only a desolate and eerie atmosphere.

Qin Nuo was still pondering how to find his way home when memories of the route suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Following these memories, Qin Nuo left the school and disappeared into the fog.

Li Xiaoming's home was located in the southern village, a bit more secluded.

As he passed a large banyan tree, two elderly people were sitting beneath it, playing chess and holding palm fans.

When they saw Qin Nuo, they turned their heads and smiled to greet him, clearly recognizing him.

But those two elderly faces were like the faces of the dead, with hollow eyes and decaying skin, showing no signs of life.

Qin Nuo forced a smile and returned the greeting.

Li Xiaoming's family didn't seem to be original residents of the town; their house was rented, located in an old building with white ceramic tiles that had seen better days.

On the fourth floor, Qin Nuo pushed open the door to room 402, noticed the clean floor and the slippers by the side, and took off his canvas shoes, placing them on the shoe cabinet by the door before putting on the slippers to enter.

"Mom, I'm back!"

He habitually called out into the living room.

There was no response.

The front of the house was blocked by another building, so even during the day, the living room was dim.

The furniture and sofa were of a higher grade, and there was a treadmill on the balcony, making it seem unlike the home of a poor child.

From the kitchen came the sound of chopping meat, and there stood a woman in an apron, holding a cleaver and stiffly chopping the meat on the cutting board. The blood from the meat seemed not to have been drained properly, splattering everywhere and dripping to the floor along the edge of the board.

The woman didn't turn around and calmly said, "You're back. Play for a while; the food will be ready soon."

"Remember, don't disturb your younger siblings doing their homework."

Qin Nuo confirmed the woman's identity and nodded.

Just as he was about to turn back to his room, the woman added, "And don't pay attention to that beast; you know his temper."

Qin Nuo was taken aback and suddenly noticed the silhouette of a middle-aged man sitting in the corner of the dining table, holding a newspaper that covered his face, as if he were part of the air.

If not for the woman's reminder, Qin Nuo wouldn't have noticed this person in the living room.

Hearing the woman's words, the man's hands holding the newspaper trembled, and a beast-like heavy breathing came out, as if he might explode at any moment, but eventually, he quieted down.

"These must be Li Xiaoming's parents, but it seems their relationship is very bad."

"Li Xiaoming's mixed personality might have been cultivated in such a family environment," Qin Nuo thought.

The woman's words already indicated that the man was indifferent to his children, and he wisely didn't engage, returning to his room.

Li Xiaoming's room was very tidy, with many educational books on the desk, but they were covered in dust, indicating they hadn't been touched in a long time.

He picked up one of them, very new, with no creases from being flipped through, showing that Li Xiaoming wasn't fond of studying, but his parents forced these books on him.

Yet even so, his grades were still among the top in the class.

Not fond of studying, yet his grades were absurdly good.

It's infuriating!

For kids his age, it was nothing but envy.

Putting the book back on the shelf, Qin Nuo continued to move around Li Xiaoming's room. He needed to determine, in the shortest time possible, what kind of child Li Xiaoming was at home through various key items in the room.

Obedient?

Rebellious?

Opening the drawers, there were many scattered items, all things that children love to play with.

Four-wheel drive cars, a Little Tyrant game console, marbles, and so on.

"The things he likes to play with are quite normal, nothing unusual."

Qin Nuo muttered, opening each drawer, and when he opened the last one, it was filled with a pile of messy envelopes in various colors.

The envelopes were sealed with a heart-shaped pattern.

All love letters!

Qin Nuo was speechless, feeling a bit inferior.

So young, yet already a love guru. If possible, Qin Nuo would like to ask this Li Xiaoming for some tips on picking up girls.

Flipping through those love letters, most were from Huang Xia, and there were many from a girl named Li Qianqian.

Li Qianqian.

Could she be that sloppy girl in the hallway?

Qin Nuo continued to flip through and roughly counted; just from the names on the love letters, there were seven or eight.

"Smoking, fighting, picking up girls, truly a model student." Qin Nuo muttered.

In the eyes of teachers, Li Xiaoming was a model for students.

In the eyes of boys his age, Li Xiaoming was their idol.

In the eyes of girls his age, this brat was their heartthrob.

It's damn ridiculous.

So young, yet already at the pinnacle of life!

Thinking about how he knew nothing about his own background, Qin Nuo felt a sense of being hit hard.

Stuffing the envelopes back, Qin Nuo closed the drawer with some frustration.

Continuing to search around, in a hidden compartment of the wardrobe, he unexpectedly found a small wooden box.

Opening the box, there were two thick books and some glass jars.

Qin Nuo picked up those glass jars, and his brows immediately furrowed.

Inside were various small animal corpses preserved, newborn mice that hadn't opened their eyes, frogs, and so on, along with two severed duck feet, not cooked, but raw, with blood scabs at the cut.

"Does this kid like collecting these things?"

Putting the jars back, Qin Nuo opened a notebook, finding it wasn't a book but a specimen collection book.

Inside were all sorts of flattened and dried small animals, bats, locusts, and so on.

The other book was Li Xiaoming's personal diary.

It recorded his various little hobbies, and every time he completed a specimen or a small glass jar, he noted it here, revealing a great sense of achievement and pride, as if he were showing off his artworks.

It described many of his processes of torturing small animals, secretly cutting off a neighbor's duck's feet with scissors, stuffing firecrackers into a chicken's mouth to blow it up, enjoying pressing little mice underwater to watch them struggle and drown, and so on.

Qin Nuo skimmed a few pages and couldn't bear to read any further.

His expression became quite heavy.

The Li Xiaoming he was portraying was even more unexpected than he had imagined.

The unusual and cruel hobbies clearly told Qin Nuo that beneath Li Xiaoming's dual exterior lay a twisted and sadistic psyche!