She wanted to keep the energy bar for herself—as the lowest-ranking member of the circus, there was no way she could eat every day, so she had to save up some rations.

Electrolyte water, on the other hand, she could give to him.

He had lost so much blood, he probably needed to replenish it.

Lily Bennett had her own considerations: even if, in the end, she and Eric Carter still couldn’t become friends, at least he could serve as a target, helping her stall Mike Harris.

If he didn’t make it through the night, Mike Harris would definitely look for the next target to bully… and if he happened to discover that she was the one who stole the gold pocket watch, she probably wouldn’t have long to live.

“…If you’re thirsty,” she handed over the electrolyte water, “you can drink this, it’s good for your body.”

Eric Carter didn’t take it.

Only then did Lily Bennett notice that there were two cans on his bedside table, their labels a dull brownish yellow, making the electrolyte water in her hand look like a bright poisonous mushroom.

“…” Lily Bennett had no choice but to take a sip herself. “It’s not poisoned, really.” She half-squatted down, doing her best to arrange her features into a sincere and friendly expression. “I just want to say, from today on, you can try to trust me… I’ll find a way to tell everyone that you didn’t steal the gold pocket watch…”

Her voice grew smaller and smaller.

Eric Carter turned his head, looking at her emotionlessly through the two eye holes in his mask.

For a few seconds, Lily Bennett deeply regretted why she had said so much and made so many promises.

He had been silent all along; she should have kept quiet too.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make. She knew nothing about him, not even what he looked like. What if he suddenly lost control and threw her in front of Mike Harris, making her confess to Mike Harris?

He was like an untamed, unpredictable beast—they had shared a room for nearly three hours, and he hadn’t said a single syllable to her.

And she actually thought she could earn his trust and become friends with him?

She really was too reckless.

Lily Bennett suppressed her fear, took a step back, and wanted to leave.

The next moment, Eric Carter leaned forward slightly, drew his dagger like lightning, and stabbed it hard into the ground right beside her.

It was only a few centimeters from her cheek.

Lily Bennett suddenly felt very grateful that she was an actress—emotionally stable, excellent facial control, good at handling emergencies.

…Of course, her bladder control was not to be underestimated either.

Just like the previous times, he still didn’t say a word, but she could read his meaning perfectly.

He didn’t trust her.

And he wanted her to shut up and leave.

Chapter 4

After returning to her own tent, Lily Bennett couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.

Eric Carter was definitely not an ordinary person.

Ordinary people didn’t recover that frighteningly fast.

What was even scarier was that, although he could clearly speak, he never uttered a word, like a silent madman.

Lily Bennett couldn’t help but wonder if she had done something before she transmigrated that led her here.

But it seemed like she hadn’t done anything at all—she had just tossed her hiking backpack into the trunk, lay down in the back seat, randomly started a movie, and watched while waiting for her friend to arrive.

The movie was a bit old, the pacing a little slow. She fell asleep after watching for a while, and when she woke up, it was already halfway through.

She saw the male lead in a black long coat and a black top hat, his face obscured beneath the brim, standing behind a lavishly dressed lady, slowly putting on black leather gloves.

Just when Lily Bennett thought this was a nineteenth-century romance, the male lead suddenly grabbed the lady from behind and strangled her without hesitation.

By the time people discovered her, she had already been thrown into the banquet’s boiler, her head boiled to mush, the lace hem of her dress floating in the broth like congealed fat on the surface.

Lily Bennett: “…”

She stopped ordering takeout.

It was only then that she finally noticed the name of the movie—"The Phantom of the Opera."

Lily Bennett: “???”

She searched online and found out that this was a horror version of "The Phantom of the Opera," filmed in the 1970s, with the director adding a lot of gory, blood-splattering scenes.

In the original, the male lead falls in love with a ballerina at the Paris Opera House, teaching her to sing while threatening the theater manager to let her replace the star soprano on stage.

Of course, the soprano refused. So, during her performance, the male lead somehow made her croak like a frog in front of the audience, utterly humiliating her.

In this movie, the male lead simply strangled the soprano with a noose and threw her into the boiler.

In the original, although the male lead kidnapped the heroine and imprisoned her in an underground labyrinth, forcing her to stay with him, after she kissed him, he gave up on this extreme idea and was willing to let her be with the supporting male lead.

In this movie, the male lead was more like an inhuman monster. When his true face was revealed, it wasn’t just a matter of taking off his mask—he literally tore off his own face.

Until the end, he was never redeemed by the heroine and was always ready to die together with her.

Of course, the heroine didn’t kiss him either; instead, she burned him to death in the underground labyrinth.

But like most European and American horror films, this movie wasn’t scary at all.