Chapter 232: It’s a doll, not Haruko

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: It’s a doll, not Haruko

[Host, you’re really breaking the rules like this]

"Uh huh? How am I breaking the rules?"

[Ichiko’s condition has just gotten better, and you’re giving her another suicide note. I’m afraid she’ll just keep feeling guilty]

"Don’t worry, the current Ichiko won’t be as dejected as before. She has already started to like me, and she will live well for my sake."

The scarecrow sat obediently on the table, not minding the direct eye contact with Ichiko.

As long as it didn’t move, no one would ever guess that a person’s soul was hidden inside this little doll.

Haruko was still talking to the System in her mind, "I can’t help it, I must make Ichiko take me to the birthday banquet to see that Divine Doctor male lead. If that protagonist dares to have any ideas about Ichiko."

A trace of red light suddenly flashed in the scarecrow’s eyes.

"I’ll disguise myself and then kill him!"

Ichiko can only be mine, no one can touch her!

[Host, do you know how others will evaluate your actions like this?]

Haruko: "Uh huh?"

[Scheming and cunning]

"Scheming and cunning is also cute, thank you for the compliment."

She still sat obediently and quietly on the table without moving.

However, this "Suicide Note 2.0" that she had spent 100 emotional points to design was about to change the family status of this home.

Big King is a cat, much more sensitive than humans.

It probably smelled Haruko’s "scent" in this scarecrow long ago, which is why it played with her every day.

As soon as Ichiko came back, it would carry itself to her side.

It actually knew that Ichiko missed her very much.

It resonated with her emotions.

So it would always do this, carrying itself over to tell her that it was still alive, so she could be happier.

Cats have spirits!

However, this is absolutely no reason for you to usually carry me and toss me around in the air!

In her line of sight, Big King sneaked into the room again, its round little eyes scanning left and right.

Seeing her sitting upright on the table, its face lit up with joy.

It jumped onto the table in a few bounds.

Just as it was about to swat Haruko with its cat paw.

It was immediately glared at by Ichiko, who was holding the paper, "Big King, stop!"

"Meow?"

Big King looked at Ichiko in confusion, gently swatted, and knocked Haruko onto the floor.

Just as it was about to jump down to pick it up, it found that it had been grabbed by another hand.

Ichiko wiped away a tear, pointed at Big King’s innocent big eyes with one finger, "This is Haruko’s spiritual sustenance. I can understand that you like it, but don’t bully this plush doll again next time, got it?"

"Meow meow!"

Big King shook its head, indicating it didn’t understand.

Then it was thrown out of the room by Ichiko, "You don’t have a little bed tonight, and no dried fish to eat. Reflect well outside!"

"Meow?!"

Big King wanted to resist, but the room door slammed shut with a "bang."

The small tabby cat clawed at the door outside, and a look of disbelief gradually appeared on its face.

Clearly, when you were sad, it was this meow that kept you company.

Just now, you even stroked this meow’s head and praised this meow for being cute.

And now you actually—

Hmph, human!

Ichiko didn’t know what a cat was thinking. After putting the little doll, Haruko, back on the table, she read the second suicide note several more times.

Although it was a fake created by Haruko using emotional points yesterday.

But in Ichiko’s eyes, this was left by Haruko the first time she attempted suicide.

It was extraordinarily significant to her.

She carefully put it away, then composed herself and went to take a bath.

Afterward, she leaned against the headboard, using an old tablet she had bought from a second-hand website a long time ago, to learn the etiquette for attending high-society banquets.

Usually, there was a cat in her arms, but today, after Big King was chased out, Ichiko looked around a few times.

Her gaze first lingered on the big brown bear pillow for a few seconds.

As if she sensed something.

She then turned her gaze to the scarecrow doll.

She placed the palm-sized little doll in front of her and then watched the video to learn.

Indeed, having this little doll by her side gave her a different kind of security.

Just like the sachet before.

Wearing it, accompanied by the faint scent of Orange, always made it easy to fall asleep quickly.

Eating, sleeping, going out for exercise, and during leisure time, besides studying, she would also go to the Hospital for two or three hours.

Ichiko’s regular two days passed quickly.

And the time this doll, which represented her sustenance, stayed by her side also became longer and longer.

There are still 16 days until the official resurrection.

On Saturday afternoon, Ichiko received a call from Inari, "Are you ready? I’ve sent someone to pick you up. Come over to my place first, I’ve prepared a few dresses for you."

"Okay, okay."

Ichiko had been studying for a few days and was already prepared for today’s birthday banquet. Hearing Inari’s call, she immediately picked up Big King, who was lying on her lap, and put it down.

She put on a small crossbody bag, got up, and planned to go out.

However, as soon as she turned around, she felt as if a gust of wind blew from the balcony, and the wind not only hit her neck.

It also blew the scarecrow that was originally on the table onto the floor.

A "thud" sound attracted Ichiko’s attention.

Turning her head to meet the scarecrow’s gaze, that pair of scarlet vertical pupils immediately caused a hint of uneasy premonition to rise in Ichiko’s heart.

The scarecrow was only half-lying on the ground, its face and gaze directed towards her due to the way it fell.

But those crystal-like eyes seemed to be conveying a message to Ichiko.

—Aren’t you taking me with you, Ichiko.

For some reason, Ichiko felt that if she went to the birthday banquet like this, something would definitely happen.

If she brought this little plush doll with her...

She walked over, and a sense of peace came from the plush doll.

That faint uneasiness was also dispelled.

Intuition is something you really can’t ignore sometimes.

Ichiko recalled the content of the letter from last night.

"A doll that brings good luck?"

She murmured, then smiled with relief, "That’s right, how can I not bring Haruko to a banquet? Let’s go together."

With that, she stuffed the scarecrow doll into her bag.

And Big King, who had originally wanted to follow, was pushed aside with disdain.

The slight sense of crisis and uneasiness that was originally in her heart completely disappeared at this moment.

She walked out of the residential area, waited for Inari’s person to pick her up, and then went to a small villa where he lived.

When she entered, Ichiko also saw two other familiar faces.

Akina and Shin.

The two had already changed into formal attire. Akina was wearing a light blue off-the-shoulder, waist-cinching evening dress, and her high heels and light makeup on her face perfectly showcased her mature and beautiful figure and appearance.

Shin was much more reserved, only accentuating his expensive suit with details.

But Inari was different, wearing a fiery red trench coat that looked like a battle robe, appearing ostentatious and arrogant.

He strode out of the door, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his arrogant demeanor suddenly became cheerful and simple, "Hahaha, Ichiko, you’re finally here. Don’t you think I’m more handsome than Shin!"

Shin covered his face on the side, looking as if he didn’t want to talk to someone unintelligent.

He then turned to Ichiko, "You go change into your dress too. We’ll leave as soon as you’re ready."

"Okay."

Ichiko nodded and handed her bag to Shin, "Can you hold this for me first?"

Shin took the bag and felt that it was bulging, and it seemed like something was moving inside. He couldn’t help but ask curiously, "What did you put in here?"

Ichiko: "A doll, Haruko gave it to me before. It’s very cute, you can take a look too."

Curious, Shin unzipped the bag.

Then, a scarecrow doll with eyes emitting faint, eerie red light emerged from the bag, staring at Shin motionlessly with that kind smile.

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