Chapter 4 — Love At The End Of Copy

The way Lam Thanh Nguyet looked at me changed. Including a little more scrutiny and curiosity. She walked up to me.

“Your name is Tang Tri?”

I nodded.

“Interesting idea.” She spoke briefly, her tone much softer.

The female lead... seems to have changed her opinion of me? I was secretly happy. We opened the big door and continued walking towards the classroom. At that moment, the system suddenly emitted a shrill warning sound.

“Warning! Activate S-rank hidden mission: The Mystery of the Red Shirt Teacher's Death.”

“Time limit is thirty minutes.”

“If we do not find out the truth of the red shirt teacher's death within the specified time, the entire team will be wiped out!”

The countdown begins. Blood-red numbers jumped in mid-air. The office door slammed shut with a "bang". Lock us inside. The first thing that catches the eye is a giant portrait hanging on the wall. A woman wearing a red dress, a smile on her lips. But his eyes were extremely strange. Huo Wu Cuu unlocked the computer, Lam Thanh Nguyet searched the desk, and the others also started flipping through the drawers. Time passes every second and every minute. The documents on the table are all normal lesson plans. There aren't any clues. Lam Thanh Nguyet frowned more and more.

“That's not true. There can't be any clues.”

Hoo Vo Cuu stared at the painting on the wall. The knife pulled out of its sheath.

“If you can't find any clues.”

“The only way is to destroy this painting.”

Lam Thanh Nguyet immediately stopped him.

“No way.”

“Forced sabotage can trigger an immediate death verdict.”

“This painting is the only breakthrough.”

The countdown has only five minutes left. There was heavy despair in the air. Trieu Cuong smashed the wall in despair.

“It's done! We're dead here!”

I stood in the corner. Stare at that portrait. The more I look... the more I see something is wrong.

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The gunmen are also starting to panic.

"What's going on? There's no such hidden quest in the original! This is the butterfly effect of the plot."

“It's over, it's over, the entire team is wiped out, does the male and female lead die here?”

“It's definitely the female character who arbitrarily changed the plot, killing everyone!”

I took a deep breath and walked in front of the portrait.

“The real clue is in this picture.”

Trieu Cuong immediately roared.

"What do you understand! A hind-leg dragster like you shouldn't be here causing trouble!"

Lam Thanh Nguyet raised her hand to stop Trieu Cuong. She looked at me, her voice calm.

“What did you find out?”

I pointed to the face of the red shirt teacher in the picture.

“There is a problem with her makeup.”

To To smiled coldly.

"At this point, you're still researching dead people's makeup? Are you crazy?"

I didn't pay attention to her and continued talking.

“The red shirt teacher's eyebrows are willow leaf eyebrows, but the top part of the eyebrow has clear traces of editing, and the outline of the original horizontal eyebrow style is still visible below.”

“As for her lipstick, the edges were smudged, like it was applied forcibly, beyond the original lip line.”

"The most important thing is that the foundation, neck and face have color difference, the face is clearly covered with very thick concealer."

I turned my head to look at everyone.

“This is not makeup that she did herself, but after she died, someone intentionally put makeup on her to hide the wound on his face.”

“This is not a portrait.”

“This is a moving image.”

Clues about the red shirt teacher were written in the diary we picked up earlier. She is a person who loves beauty and usually always uses makeup according to her facial features. So she absolutely would not draw such strange makeup on herself. Lam Thanh Nguyet stepped up to observe more closely.

“You're right. There is indeed an unnatural bulge on her left cheekbone, which is a bruise covered with concealer.”

I keep adding.

“Not only that. Everyone look at her collar, there's a little white powder on the collar of her red dress."

I wiped a little with my hand and brought it up to my nose to smell it.

“It's talcum powder, the main ingredient of cheap powder.”

“The killer not only killed her, but also tried to disguise the scene as suicide. But the murderer is someone who doesn't know how to wear makeup."

The countdown has only one minute left. Hoo Vo Cuu's eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at me.

"The killer is the male vice president!"

“In the clue we found on the third floor.”

“There was also this white powder on his clothes!”

He said calmly.

“The truth is that the vice-homeroom teacher killed the red-shirted teacher, then gave her makeup to pretend to commit suicide!”

The system notification sound rang loudly.

“Congratulations to the player for successfully solving the mystery of the red shirt teacher's death, the hidden mission is complete.”

“The entire team is exempt from being wiped out.”

The blood red countdown number disappears. The tightly closed office door slowly opened. Crazy bullets filled the screen.

“Is it okay to play like this? I take back what I just said, this woman has made a great achievement."

“I found it! The female supporting character is makeup blogger Tang Tri! Half a year ago she stopped posting, it turns out she was cross-book! I'm going to cry!”

“What do you mean… we actually see real people in books???”

Hoo Vo Cuu's eyes were deep, he pulled my wrist back.

“Our Tri Tri is really good.”

I took a half step back, avoiding his gaze.

“Nothing, just makeup.”

Hoo Vo Cuu's face froze, his eyes darkened. Lam Thanh Nguyet looked at me, her eyes lit up.

“Thanks to you, we were all saved.”

I froze, a bit shy.

“It should be done.”