[You yourself suffer from mild social phobia. Because of a bad experience, your social phobia has become more serious, which has even affected your normal social interactions and schooling. Your parents had to handle the suspension of school procedures for you.]

Muke lowered his head and looked at the skirt on his body. Was he afraid?

In most people's eyes, social fear is someone who wears extremely large headphones, a black sweatshirt, sweatpants, a hat and a mask, and always walks with his head down, instead of looking like this, wearing a gorgeous big skirt.

.

Are you afraid of wearing Lolita when going out?

Social terrorist?

[In order to treat social anxiety, your psychiatrist Sheng Ruge suggests that you shoot some short videos and upload them to the Internet, try to communicate with netizens through the screen, and then treat it step by step. ]

[At his suggestion, your mother bought you a beautiful Lolita dress, and your father bought you a violin so that you could record your music video.]

Hmm... the character seems to have become a little more reasonable.

【Your video is very popular and you have become a small internet celebrity.】

[But you never show your face in your videos, and some fans think you are someone like Aunt Qiao.]

[More and more fans are calling for you to show your face. You can't bear the pressure and decide to show your face and make a video.]

[Due to nervousness, you kept going out of tune and out of tune, and finally had no choice but to give up.]

[Because you don’t want to show your face, most of your new videos are filled with sarcastic voices, which is even more frustrating for you who are not good at social interaction. 】

[At this time, a fan who has always supported you spoke up, saying that it is your right to show your face or not. You are not a live broadcaster with good looks, you are just a musician, and you have the right to remain mysterious. 】

[Your eyes lingered on "the right to remain mysterious" for a long time. Finally, you decided to try to shoot a video showing your face, but only send it privately to this fan.]

【Only for him(her).】

[Perhaps because of the single target, or perhaps because of gratitude, this shooting was a success. You could have sent this video to everyone, but you still chose to send it privately. 】

【"I didn't expect that you are quite beautiful."】

[The slightly frivolous words were followed by a not overly enthusiastic inquiry. Starting from that video, your private chats have become more and more content. 】

[The meaning of him/her to you changes from a fan to a friend.]

[If the target is him (her), chatting does not seem to be very difficult. 】

[With the encouragement and company of psychiatrist Sheng Ruge, you decided to meet that netizen. 】

[After we met, you started to stutter when you spoke, and even spoke incorrectly. Fortunately, Chen Jie didn’t care much. 】

[This should have been the first step to success. However, a plot kill occurred and you were targeted by a human skin doll. 】

Muke: "..."

She also wanted to complain, wasn't it too sudden to go from social panic to the appearance of human skin dolls? Except that the script itself was called human skin dolls, there was no foreshadowing or foreshadowing at all.

As a result, even the mechanical voice of the script reader said, yes, this is a plot kill, the kind that is enforced.

[The ugly human skin doll asks you to kill her mother, who is Chen Jie’s sister, otherwise she will kill you.]

[You want to tell Sheng Ruge or Chen Jie about the human skin doll, but you are too nervous to speak.]

[Sheng Ruge thought your illness had relapsed and escorted you home. After returning home, you only felt like there were small hands scratching on your body, but you couldn't find anything.]

[When you look in the mirror, the mirror will suddenly have the words "Death, death, death!" written in blood on it.]

【When you sleep, the doll will sing weird and sad songs next to you.】

【Even when eating, the food will turn into a doll’s head.】

[You can't bear this kind of torture, but you can't do it yourself, so you decide to hire a murderer to kill someone.]

[The killer you chose - Crow played the role of a delivery boy. At 12:30 noon, he entered the deceased's room, stuck a needle into her neck, and injected a fatal poison. 】

[The deceased was confirmed to have been poisoned, but the time when the poison occurred and what kind of toxin he was poisoned by remains to be verified. 】

[And five minutes later, the police will come to your home in March to question you, who went to the deceased’s house on the day of the incident. 】

[If you are the murderer, how do you prove your innocence? How do you ensure that others do not discover that you hired a murderer to kill someone? If you are not the murderer, please find the real murderer.]

The time when Muke listened to this script was five minutes ago, and now five minutes had just arrived, and there was a knock on the door.

"Keke, a police uncle came to you and said he wanted to talk to you."

Muke burst out laughing, the policeman...

Ying Sanyue seems to be five years older than her, still six years old, but with such a single-digit age difference, it would be too weird to call her brother or uncle at most.

"Okay, I'll come out." This is what Muke wanted to say, but what she actually said was another sentence: "Okay, okay, I'll come out, come out."

"..."

Damn it, is this social terror?

The door was opened from the outside, and his parents and Ying Sanyue, who were wearing police uniforms, stood at the door. The three of them were crowded at the door, which looked very crowded.

Muke just took one look and felt dizzy and even a little breathless.

With a strong feeling of dizziness and suffocation, Muke's face began to turn red.

The most social phobia she remembers is that she is not good at communication. Why does she seem to be allergic to people?

Such a strong reaction?

"Uncle policeman, you go in, we won't go in. This kid... isn't used to facing crowds of people."

Muke's ears buzzed and he felt top-heavy.

Fortunately, she was sitting down, so she wouldn't fall down and would need someone to help her up.

The door was closed, and Ying Sanyue took a glass of water and placed it next to him. He didn't hand it over as usual, nor did he take the initiative to speak. He just sat quietly like that.

When Muke calmed down a little, she picked up the water glass, drank some water, and then started to take a deep breath.

"Do you feel better?"

Muke nodded and signaled that Ying Sanyue could start talking.

Fortunately, we were not facing a real stranger, but Ying March.

Otherwise, she might not know how long it would take.

"Before coming to your place, I met with Chen Jie and Wang Lei. I originally wanted to integrate information to facilitate your thinking, but I didn't expect that your identity problem might be so serious. No wonder you didn't come to participate in the roundtable meeting."

"Round, table, meeting?" Muke realized that she would get stuck if she spoke too fast, but not a single word would get stuck, so she spoke very slowly, pausing for each word.

"Yes, maybe to fit in with the scripted murder, the method of solving crimes in this world is actually for the police to lead a group of suspects to conduct a roundtable discussion. After several rounds of verification, one or two murderers are finally selected and executed."

Muke: "..."
Chapter completed!