I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

The mother held the music box, looked at it for a moment, then put it back in place and smiled, "It feels familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before, but I can't remember."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence. Son, you seem very tense?"

Qin Nuo shook his head and chuckled dryly, "Just curious, asking casually."

"Alright then, finish your milk and go to sleep, don't stay up late."

With that, the mother left the room.

Qin Nuo's gaze returned to the two music boxes. He had to put them away for now. Although he hadn't made any substantial progress in his investigation, at least he knew that this mysterious principal had some connection to Li Xiaoming.

Following his mother's instructions, Qin Nuo washed up, drank a glass of milk, and went to bed.

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the window. Nearing six o'clock, Qin Nuo, who had developed a biological alarm clock, opened his eyes right on time.

This time, there was no shouting from his mother outside the door.