The sixth death

"Don't rush into a choice." Qin Rang understood Mi Chuchu's worries and knew her hesitation. He said, "It's too late for us to make any choice now. Let's hold back for now and start over after this death."

Making a rash choice to go to your death might lead to making the same mistake again next time you have to start over, and then you'll be wasting more than just one life.

Wang Ding was a little worried. "But now we only have two lives left." Although we have eight lives, the eighth life cannot be used; once it's used up, we'll die.

"We have to sacrifice two lives; this is a life that must be given up. Even if we choose to rescue them now, they won't survive by the time we find someone willing to help us. Besides, who should we ask for help so that we don't end up in the hands of another 401?" Tao Yuan said.

"It is known that Lin Yi will definitely be slashed by the knife. After the slash, we will be caught up in Lin Yi's emotions. Lin Yi is young, and he must have been devastated for a period of time after being injured. This period is also the golden time for rescue, but it is destined to be missed."

"What we can change is the choice we make after this period ends. Whichever choice we make, it will be highly dependent on time."

"Time is of the essence for the rescue. Our choice is definitely not to help anyone kill another. Given Lin Yi's age at that time, no matter how badly the two fought, it's impossible for him to kill his parents. Nor would we stand idly by. We can only ask for help."

An Ying chimed in, "So the only option we have is to call the police. It's the most suitable and likely way to seek help in peacetime."

Bai Yang asked, "Whom do you want to ask for help?"

Without hesitation, Mi Chuchu replied, "Lin Ran."

Sheng Qingqiao was surprised by Mi Chuchu's decisiveness. "Sister Chu, is this your idea, or Lin Yi's?"

"Lin Yi, when you asked this question, Lin Ran's face immediately came to mind."

Tao Yuan agreed, "It's not impossible. Lin Ran is wearing a smartwatch on his wrist. Even if he doesn't agree to help, we can forcibly take the watch and call the police ourselves."

"But we don't know where Lin Ran lives."

"He lives in Building 4, but he's playing games with his friends in the community right now," Moonlit Night said.

After saying that, he added, "I just went to see it."

"It's a bit of a walk from here to the community, but it shouldn't be difficult if you walk fast," Qin Rang said. "With the injury on your face... can you keep going?"

Mi Chuchu said, "If Lin Yi successfully finds rescue, I'm sure I can too."

The same wound, the same circumstances. If a weak, frail child could be brought back to life, she couldn't possibly be unable to do it.

As they spoke, Lin Guang and Wang Yumei gradually stopped breathing. In the end Lin Guang's knife was plunged into the woman's heart, and Wang Yumei's glass shards were embedded in the man's eyeballs.

Amidst the crimson glow, Mi Chuchu saw that she too had died from "excessive blood loss," her body covered in wounds of all sizes. Her corpse lay lifeless in a pool of blood. The blood of the three people flowed out from under the door, and only then did the commotion of screams erupt outside, followed by the neighbors shouting for the police.

After restarting, Mi Chuchu had become somewhat accustomed to this frequency of deaths.

She turned around and saw her Dad raise the knife and bring it down for the third time, slashing at her mother. Her mother's hands were groping for a weapon on the ground, but she couldn't find one. She could only keep choking her Dad's neck with both hands, catching her breath for a moment from the sharp blade.

The cleaver wouldn't kill her immediately unless it hit a vital spot, so Mi Chuchu decisively chose to call the police. She shakily got up and ran outside, supporting her weak body.

"You little brat, where are you going!" Just as she was getting up, her Dad behind her reacted, grabbed a nearby wine bottle, and smashed it against the back of her head.

Mi Chuchu sensed danger, but her wounds had robbed her of her usual agility. She was struck hard by the bottle, and her vision went black for a moment.

The Dad got up, brandishing a knife, and chased after her. The woman, now able to catch her breath, collapsed to the ground, clutching her bleeding wound, and crawled forward with difficulty. Finally, she found a green glass bottle and a sharp shard on the ground.

Regaining her senses from the dizziness, Mi Chuchu ducked down, and a gust of wind swept overhead as a blood-dripping cleaver passed right above her head.

The man was stunned for a moment after missing his target. The alcohol made him sluggish, allowing Mi Chuchu to accurately dodge the cleaver's attacks even though her vision was blurred by blood.

"You traitorous wretch, are you trying to call the police? I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted as to bring you back; I should have let you die there!"

Mi Chuchu's hand had already touched the decorations on the cabinet; she hesitated, wondering if a counterattack would be out of character (OOC).

"Clang!"

At this moment, Wang Yumei stood up from behind, gripped the bottle tightly with both hands with all her might, and smashed the bottle on the man's head.

The man's gaze froze instantly. Mi Chuchu abandoned her plan to attack, quickly turned around, and with all her might rushed to the door, pushing it open.

In an instant, the long, dark staircase and the black Corridor came into Lin Yi's view. He covered his face, staggered forward, and shouted for help.

His voice was definitely not quiet, but there wasn't a sound coming from the residential area full of residents. The long, dark, and deserted Corridor was eerily quiet.

Lin Yi ran with all his might, blood dripping down his face. His vision was obscured by the blood, and he fell down the stairs after only a few steps.

As she tumbled down the stairs, her head slammed hard against a steel pipe that had appeared out of nowhere on the ground. Mi Chuchu reacted quickly, covering her head and striking the corner of the pipe with the back of her hand, thus avoiding having the pipe pierce her head.

His whole body was throbbing with pain, and Lin Yi couldn't tell if the water on his face was tears or blood. He didn't dare to cry out in pain. Even though the bones in his arm were twisted and broken, he still forced himself to get up. Behind him, the man holding a kitchen knife stood on the stairs, staring at him like a demon.

Lin Yi bit his lower lip, suppressing a cry of pain, and limped to his feet to continue running downhill.

He dared not turn back, only hearing the agonizing screams and curses coming from upstairs again and again.

The four-story staircase seemed exceptionally long tonight, with no exit and no way back. Alone, he mechanically moved his legs up the silent staircase, his will to survive overriding the physical pain.

In the darkness, the child's dark eyes were filled with blood. He fell several more times before finally staggering out of the emergency exit.

But what he saw was not hope, but a Tibetan Mastiff without a leash.

The dog's nose twitched incessantly; the smell of blood seemed to excite it greatly, and it growled threateningly.

Lin Yi tried to escape, but it was too late.

The Tibetan Mastiff growled and pounced, pinning the small figure to the ground, its mouth wide open, and it bit down on the child's face.