Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 87 Meanwhile, on the Distant Shore

"Anchor success!"

Li Mumu opened her eyes and saw herself holding a bloody surgical knife, sitting on top of a dead body.

Blood was everywhere.

[You find yourself seemingly at a murder scene, and you appear to be the murderer. You try to retrieve your memories.]

Countless memories flooded into her mind.

So, what game was I playing this time?

As an experienced gaming otaku and heavy spender at the Steam Workshop, Li Mumu didn’t first consider whether she had transmigrated to another world, but instead gave the game a bad review.

It’s well-known that whether in movies or video games, any title that leads with gore or scatology generally isn’t worth deeper appreciation.

The taste of the producer determines the quality of the work.

But as the memories in her mind kept surfacing, she realized that this time things might be a bit off.

[Your name is Li Mumu. You were born on April 4th, 1357, on the West Coast of the Federation in Safo City. You are a third-generation Chinese immigrant, with one-sixteenth Italian ancestry, and you have a complete family and a happy childhood.]

[Your father is a procurement manager at a trading company affiliated with the Four Seas Commerce Guild, earning a decent income that allows your family to enjoy a middle-class standard of living. Your mother is a witch, and you are not familiar with her past, only knowing that she also wants to train you to be a witch.]

[But you have no talent.]

At the same time, another set of memories tumbled through Li Mumu’s mind.

[You graduated from Daylily Academy, successfully obtained the qualification for backup ■■, a professional virtual reality game live streamer. You witnessed the first game NPC break free from backend control and gain freedom, you also accessed the client’s source code, crossed the boundary between virtual and reality, and reached the deepest abyss of the dark web. You are a legendary Bug Tester, the best at testing for bugs. In your era, all new releases of virtual reality games on the market would invite you to their "black rooms" for closed testing.]

[On a sunny and peaceful morning, you arrived at the headquarters of the Special Affairs Bureau and submitted your application for full-time position...]

The memories stopped there.

Calmly thinking, analyzing carefully... but it was all futile.

The conflict of the two sets of memories in her mind made Li Mumu feel dizzy and reflexively turned her head to look for the exit button.

No UI interface, no exit option, doomed.

This time I’m playing a true legend... no, real SAO!

Wrong, is it possible that the second group of the Special Affairs Bureau’s lab just started some kind of secret test project?

Although she still doesn’t want to face reality until now, in line with the professional ethics of a professional reviewer, Li Mumu still temporarily accepts the setting that she had transmigrated in her heart.

She didn’t actually like playing horror games; she preferred survival exploration types. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

[You start thinking about how to dispose of the body to clear yourself of suspicion.]

It was a young girl’s body, which seemed to be about the same age as her own. A fierce and sharp cut had slit her throat, causing blood to spurt out more than a meter away.

[You suddenly remember that this is your best friend, Wendy.]

[Wendy’s mother is also a witch and has been close friends with your mother for years, almost like sisters. You and Wendy grew up together, like childhood sweethearts. She, like you, lacked the talent for witchcraft, but her mother wasn’t as strict with her.]

[You now gradually recall that to stop you from transferring schools, Wendy used her mother’s Magic Book to conduct a Spirit Possession Ceremony for you, hoping you would receive the blessing of the Yellowstone Throne.]

[You’re still not sure if the ceremony was successful.]

Uh...

So you’re telling me, because of this Spirit Possession Ceremony, I suddenly went crazy and killed my closest friend?

What kind of monstrous hell of a start to a game is this!

Li Mumu felt a chill in her belly and subconsciously reached to touch it. Something didn’t feel right, so she pulled up her shirt to look—good lord, there were more than forty knife wounds densely packed together.

When she lifted her vest, she saw on her meager chest, from the heart area down to the navel, all were fresh red scars. They appeared unhealed, but there was no further bleeding, making her look as though she was a corpse.

[You are gradually remembering now, after drinking the tea that Wendy handed you, you lost control of your body, but your consciousness remained clear.]

[You lay on the ground silently watching her arrange the array around you, light the candles, chant the Spell, and then cut open your chest with the Surgical Knife.]

[She stabbed you a total of forty-nine times, the heavy blood loss weakened the effect of the tea, you seized the opportunity to snatch the knife and fight back, you survived.]

[But you cannot be certain whether the ceremony has been successful or not.]

Nice and wild, sister!

Li Mumu caressed the wound on her chest, feeling a surge of fright.

If taken literally, the Spirit Possession Ceremony might have succeeded.

But as for what was summoned, that was highly questionable.

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So, what should be done about this situation now?

Even with her extensive gaming experience, Li Mumu had seldom encountered such a scenario and found herself somewhat at a loss.

There were too many fragments of memory in her mind, preventing her from thinking calmly.

Firstly, I need some caffeine to perk up, secondly, find a place to change clothes, then come back to destroy the body and erase the traces...

The sudden knocking startled her back to her senses.

[Your intuition is telling you to hurry and open the door.]

[Your reason tells you not to open the door!]

Lychee? How am I supposed to lychee in this situation?

Li Mumu sighed deeply in her mind.

She hated these forced plot-driving scenarios the most.

The knocking had already started; she simply didn’t have enough time to deal with the scene.

She stood still, listening quietly for a moment.

The knocking didn’t cease, maintaining a steady rhythm instead; the person outside was neither a delivery person nor a salesperson, and showed no intention of leaving.

Li Mumu gripped the Surgical Knife in her hand and stealthily approached the door, taking a coat from the entrance hall’s rack and draping it over herself, barely concealing her tank top already soaked through with blood and riddled with holes.

She peeped out through the peephole; it was pitch dark outside, utterly inscrutable.

"Madam,"

the person outside suddenly spoke, "I’ve brought you a letter."

His voice was hollow and hoarse, sounding as if he were speaking through an old, dilapidated megaphone.

Li Mumu cautiously pushed the door open a crack and peered out.

The man standing at the door was dressed in a suit and a top hat, holding a sophisticated yet heavy-looking suitcase, reminiscent of a coffin.

He seemed like a proper gentleman.

If one could ignore his towering height of over three meters and the layers of bandages on his face, that is.