Playing the Foolish Beauty in a Deadly Game - Chapter 82

The one who brought this news was not the system, but Yan Ting.

When Yan Ting came to pick up Lin Qiao, he was leaning against the car smoking, his eyes slightly closed as he let the sunlight bathe his face.

Like a vampire emerging from the shadows into the human world, his crimson lips parted upon seeing Lin Qiao, casually removing the cigarette from his mouth.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt and tossing it into the trash can, he looked a bit embarrassed and asked, “Do you mind if I smoke?”

Lin Qiao shook his head and replied, “I don’t mind, but smoking is bad for your health.”

Yan Ting understood and thought it would be better to smoke less in the future.

Fortunately, he didn’t have a strong addiction.

Yan Ting explained, “I had a new nightmare, so I’m a bit anxious.”

A new nightmare meant a new game, and since Lin Qiao’s system always chose the game that Yan Ting was in when selecting horror games, Lin Qiao became nervous and asked, “Are you hurt?”

Yan Ting’s hand paused as he opened the car door and said, “No, you should first ask what kind of nightmare it was. That’s important for your upcoming game.”

Through Yan Ting’s dreams, Lin Qiao could obtain first-hand information about the game.

Yan Ting was always generous with Lin Qiao, even going so far as to meticulously remember the scenes from his dreams, fearing that he might miss any details.

Even so, Lin Qiao could only deduce that the game’s background was likely set in the Western Victorian era.

Yan Ting extended an invitation: “The game is likely to start in the evening this time. Can you stay at my place?”

Lin Qiao originally wanted to refuse, but before he could say anything, Yan Ting continued, “If I get hurt in the game, it will carry over to reality. If something happens to me, you can use points to exchange for items to revive me immediately.”

Lin Qiao agreed, thinking that they wouldn’t be sleeping in the same room anyway, and Yan Ting’s Z country cuisine was really authentic!

The game started at eight in the evening. Lin Qiao put down the book about the Victorian era he was holding and fell asleep.

In his mind, he heard the system’s cold and emotionless voice, mechanically reciting the lines:

[The “Orphanage in the Fog” game has been activated.]

[Under the Queen’s reign, the economy is booming, and the advent of the industrial age has propelled the nation to the pinnacle of global power, but this has little to do with the player.]

[The concentration of wealth has led to a significant wealth gap. Player’s spawn location: the slums.]

[Game duration: Irregular.]

[Game objective: Find the vampire.]

[Number of players: 10]

[Player identity:……]

Lin Qiao was puzzled. Why did the system fall silent when mentioning the identity?

Before Lin Qiao could ask, he was pulled along quickly by a girl. He stumbled and realized he was wearing a dress, specifically a long black one. Having read relevant books before entering the game, Lin Qiao could immediately recognize this as a maid’s uniform from the Victorian era.

Unlike the modern short-skirted, slim-waisted, twin-tailed, and loli-style maid uniforms, the Victorian-era maid uniforms were proper and strict.

They were always long dresses with long sleeves and had to be either black and white or blue. In summary, except for the tight waists, they were very different from modern maid uniforms.

Lin Qiao couldn’t run fast, and he seemed to be wearing the corset typical of this period, which made his breathing heavy after just a few steps.

At the same time, Lin Qiao found it strange that he was supposed to be spawned in the slums, but this place looked like a decent manor.

The murals and chandeliers in the corridor were so elegant, and the view outside the window was also very affluent.

Lin Qiao didn’t have time to think too much before he was taken to a living room where more than ten maids had already gathered.

They didn’t have their hair neatly coiled up, nor did they pin their collars and cuffs properly. Some even deliberately removed their false collars, messed up their hair, and pushed out their chests. One girl with disheveled hair simply tore off her false sleeves and was ridiculed by the other maids: “Oh, Tiana is so scheming. She even removed her own sleeves.”

The girl called Tiana nonchalantly said, “The Faye next to you probably cut off her collar to show off her big… chest. Only noble ladies can dress like that at a dinner party.”

The other maids burst into laughter. Some cursed Tiana for knowing about noble ladies, while others asked their companions to help them remove their sleeves as well.

Lin Qiao was very puzzled. What was going on with these maids? The girl who had been pulling Lin Qiao pushed him again and said, “Honey, tighten my corset for me. I want to be the woman with the thinnest waist!”

She then tore open her outer garment and turned around to urge Lin Qiao to hurry up. Seeing this, the other maids also took off their outer clothes and tightened their corsets.

A particularly well-endowed girl directly pinned Lin Qiao against herself and said, “You have to help me first, little one.”

Lin Qiao’s face turned red. What was going on with these sisters? Amidst the continuous urging, Lin Qiao lowered his eyes to help, his cheeks turning pink from embarrassment.

Finally, a woman dressed much more luxuriously than the others, with a towering wig on her head, quickly walked over and said, “Stop, stand still, and look like a maid!”

She looked at each of them in turn and frowned when she saw Lin Qiao at the end. She reached out to lift Lin Qiao’s chin and tried to pull open his collar.

However, her gaze paused on Lin Qiao’s flat chest, and her expression showed disdain: “You poor wretch from the slums, have you never had milk? I hope it grows in the future. God, I’ve never seen such a flat… ”

Lin Qiao: “????”

Seeing Lin Qiao’s bewildered look, the woman with the wig was still dazzled by that little face.

If it weren’t for this face, she would never have let this Oriental imp work in her maid’s house. But looking at this, it still seemed to be missing something. The woman with the wig took out scissors and cut open Lin Qiao’s sleeves. Then she squatted down and shortened Lin Qiao’s dress, revealing his slender and fair legs.

Lin Qiao took a few steps back and asked, “Why…?”

“It’s for your own good,” a nearby maid reminded him.

Soon all the maids stood properly. As the door opened, they all put on sweet smiles. The woman with the wig led everyone to welcome the master of the manor.

“Dear Mr.Deladen, we have cleaned the villa as you requested. According to our rules, you may choose one of the maids to warm your bed.”

The maids, as if commanded, surrounded Mr.Deladen, who was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, a vest, trousers, and a coat. He had a beautiful little mustache and a top hat on his head, symbolizing his status. His attitude was dignified yet arrogant.

“Mr.Deladen,” Tiana’s fair hand caressed his chest, “I not only do my work well but also know how to enjoy certain… things on a man’s body.”

Lin Qiao’s pupils dilated in shock, doubting what he had just heard.

Faye, on the other hand, rubbed her chest against him, saying, “Mr.Deladen, feel how good it feels. Could you really bear to refuse me?”

The other maids also showed their skills, making Lin Qiao blush. These sisters didn’t seem to be proper maids at all.

Mr.Deladenquickly chose the one he wanted and generously paid the wages. However, he stopped when he passed Lin Qiao.

Mr.Deladenhadn’t paid attention to this little one before. After all, he had plenty of money and could easily receive countless glances from women just by walking around places with lots of women.

He had never seen a woman who didn’t care about him, and he didn’t think he was rare. After all, these maids were so lowly, he wouldn’t…

Then his mind went blank when he saw Lin Qiao’s face, with its unique hair color and doll-like beautiful appearance.

Mr.Deladenlooked again at the little one’s small Adam’s apple and flat chest and suddenly said, “Can I have two? I’ll pay extra.”

The woman with the wig, who had been frustrated with Lin Qiao, now praised her own sharp eyesight. Look, even if the little darling didn’t try to flatter, there would be men who would take the initiative to like him.

The woman with the wig held up two fingers and said, “Double the price. Our Jo has never spent the night with anyone.”

Mr.Deladen’s eyes lit up with surprise, “Then I’ll have to teach him a lesson.”

The more Lin Qiao listened, the more he felt something was wrong. It seemed he had been sold, and the idea of a maid warming the bed sounded like some improper transaction.

Lin Qiao finally understood why the system didn’t mention the identity. Because he was both a maid and likely a “female companion,” and on top of that, he was a boy.

Lin Qiao asked in his mind, “System brother, can we have a talk? Do I have to play the identity card?”

The system seemed to sense Lin Qiao’s dissatisfaction and comforted him with its emotionless voice: [You don’t have to play it.]

[You are the player. The player can change their profession at will.]

It seemed that this time he was passively divided into the player camp, and all players could change their identity cards.

But there was no time limit this time, which meant that if he didn’t find the vampire, he would stay in this game forever.

In addition to this, “The Orphanage in the Fog” should be the type of game mentioned in the game forum as “collecting clues.” It is said that some of these games can be cleared by logical reasoning based on clues, while others are more imaginative, and even with clues, one can only guess.

Since entering the game, Lin Qiao hadn’t found any clues. However, since the game was called “The Orphanage in the Fog,” it should be related to an orphanage.

The other nine players would probably notice this as well, so what he needed to do now was to leave here and find the orphanage.

While Lin Qiao’s mind was racing, Mr.Deladenhad already come over and taken Lin Qiao’s hand.

He touched Lin Qiao’s face with his gloved palm and then picked him up directly, saying, “So small.”

Lin Qiao wasn’t very happy, but when he saw his reflection in the nearby glass, he froze. He had indeed become much smaller.

In reality, Lin Qiao had developed late and had been rather cute for a long period. Unfortunately, this game had projected his previous physical state.

At this moment, Lin Qiao looked tender enough to be pinched, standing at just over one meter sixty, with an undeveloped body that was somewhat androgynous.

Especially dressed in a girl’s clothes and with long hair, he looked very delicious when he propped himself up in Mr.Deladen’s arms.

Lin Qiao seriously told Mr.Deladen, “I’m a boy.”

“I know,” Mr.Deladenreplied, holding Lin Qiao tighter and saying in his ear, “My mustache is fake.”

What did the authenticity of the mustache have to do with anything? Suddenly, Lin Qiao remembered that in the Victorian era, men often had their hair cut and shaved.

Having a mustache was fashionable, and being too clean-shaven could be considered homosexual.

Of course, these customs were just a matter of aesthetics, just like how some people in modern times say that a man with one ear pierced is gay, but in fact, straight men can also have pierced ears.