There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Chapter 119: Chapter 115 Pollution

The female journalist cursed silently, shouting at the person still retching on the ground, "Get up and run!"

She watched the creature writhing before her with panic, no longer having the desire to take out her camera to snap pictures; a creature that could silently snatch Elder Huang from the village was not something she believed she could defeat with her meager skills.

Considering the time the Trench Coat Detective had left, it was possible that the creature had passed by them while holding Elder Huang!

If it hadn't attacked before, that meant they weren't its intended prey, and there was no need to be a fool and approach it any further.

Besides, the creature was far too eerie!

It was the first time she had seen a monster that just by glancing at it once, made her feel completely unwell, even slowing down her thought processes.

The female journalist, fighting the nausea, kept her eyes fixed on the monster and quickly backed away a few steps, gently kicking the Trench Coat Detective when she reached his side.

"Wait... I... Urgh!"

The Trench Coat Detective got up, but as he braced his knees, he suddenly retched violently again, and this time, a broken and festering eyeball came out of his mouth!

He was stunned, and so was the female journalist.

Following that, the Trench Coat Detective frantically grabbed his own throat, the revulsion attacking him with renewed fury as he uncontrollably vomited!

Chunks of flesh with fingernails, pieces of internal organs, and foul-smelling blood spewed from his mouth!

The female journalist recoiled in horror, watching the Trench Coat Detective, who looked possessed with eyes rolled back, kneeling on the ground and screaming in agony. In the next moment, something occurred to her, and she quickly looked at the monster that seemed to be rumiating.

How could this be?!

When she had rushed over, she hadn't seen the monster do anything to the detective, but now, it seemed like the man had been contaminated long ago!

The female journalist turned and ran. Although she was willing to save others, she wouldn't sacrifice herself to do so!

...

Midnight, Fields.

The sound of flesh being chewed had stopped; now there was only the continuous retching of a man. The Trench Coat Detective trembled, his hysterical fit seemed as if he was trying to vomit out all his internal organs.

Hiding in the cucumber field, the young girl shook with fear, wanting to look but not daring to: "How did that thing do it?"

She had always played the pure Mutant Script; although she had heard of ghosts and monsters killing in variant scripts, she never imagined it would be like this!

When the female journalist used her phone's light to search just before, the girl also got a clearer view of the creature's face.

The question was, she couldn't draw it at all!

What in the world was this thing?!

Xu Shuo squatted in the fields, squinting his eyes, and said, "It's probably a kind of contamination ability. You can think of it as a virus, like an ancient Evil God."

"There was this kind of Evil God in ancient times?" the girl asked, turning her head in surprise.

"It's originally from ancient legends, isn't it." Xu Shuo looked down at her, his expression always calm without any emotional fluctuation.

In the eerily silent night, the man's unfathomable face was outlined by the cold moonlight, creating a sense of oppression that was almost as intense as the monster's.

The girl unconsciously fell silent, awkwardly tugging at the corner of her mouth, yet she couldn't help but move a little closer to him.

At least, a monster was a monster, and a human was a human.

The sounds from not far away gradually subsided, the Trench Coat Detective's violent struggle eased into labored breathing, but the nauseating stench of blood only grew stronger.

The upper body of the creature ceased its surging, its mouth split open with flesh and blood still hanging from it, and its crimson eyes locked onto the fleeing figure in the distance.

In the dark of the night, a shadow flashed by, quickly rushing towards the female journalist who had reached the edge of the Fields!

Feeling the wind behind her, the female journalist pulled out an object with her right hand, turned around without looking, and with all her might slammed it down!

Thump!

The monster was hit and briefly stopped its movement, much like the previous reaction.

"A... a brick??"

As the monster moved away, the young girl grew bolder and poked her head out to look. In the hazy light, she saw a beige block-shaped object and was filled with confusion.

Xu Shuo saw it even more clearly than her and nodded, saying, "It is indeed a brick."

Clearly, this brick had some effect; the female journalist's shots were accurate without fail, and each time she managed to repel the monster completely.

That was probably why she dared to come to the rescue.

While the monster was still stunned, the female journalist quickly stepped forward and ran, leaping over to the village path.

Thud—

Motion came from behind; the female journalist glanced back and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

The tentacle that flew towards her pierced through the ground, shattering the surrounding rocks, while the monster lay in the fields, its hollow crimson eyes fixated on her.

The female journalist was dazed for a moment before quickly regaining her composure, nervously shifting backward as she watched the monster with uncertainty.

She noticed that the monster wasn't pursuing her anymore.

The creature was moving about on the edge of the fields, its organs quivering, making a "gurgling" noise, and a foul liquid kept dripping from its body.

But it didn't chase after her!

Although this was what she thought, the female journalist didn't dare to test it and quickly got up to run toward the village.

The Trench Coat Detective's strange behavior just now had etched itself into her heart; this monster, it could contaminate with its attacks!

…

Under the moonlit melon fields, green leaves trembled.

"Shouldn't we take the chance to run?"

The girl was shivering as she glanced towards the direction of the village path, then at the man who was checking the Trench Coat Detective's condition.

Without turning his head, Xu Shuo said, "You can go first, I'll observe a bit longer."

Hearing this, the girl looked hesitant.

She wanted to go but didn't dare, afraid that the noise she made running away would attract the monster, effectively buying time for the man in front of her. And if she couldn't outrun the monster...

Thinking of that outcome, the girl shivered and asked hesitantly, "Can I follow you for a while?"

As Xu Shuo was turning the detective's eyelid, he replied casually, "Sure, but if something really happens later, I'll ditch you just like that female journalist did. Then it'll be about who can run faster."

Girl: "…"

There was no need to put it so bluntly.

After thinking it over, she quietly crouched back down into the melon field.

She might as well just lie there all night without moving.

Xu Shuo, looking at the flesh and blood strewn across the ground, confirmed that the Trench Coat Detective had indeed been vomited to death by him, such a pity.

Indeed detectives tend to court death; this detective didn't even last as long as that detective NPC.

Of course, it's also possible that he was an NPC, too.

While Xu Shuo was reflecting, a system window suddenly popped up in his line of sight, with no text, just an envelope-style window. Stay connected via M V L

He clicked on the envelope, and the flap automatically opened, from which a piece of letter paper flew out.

"Shuo, where has this 'Mutant Script' gotten to? Not finished yet?"

When mentor and student reach early-stage bonding, they have the opportunity to communicate three times in each script. Unexpectedly, the first time was used by her for chatting.

Xu Shuo replied with two characters and clicked confirm. The letter paper returned to the envelope and flew away with little wings.

Xu Shuo: "…"

Interesting design they have here, ha.

The next moment, a "gurgling" noise came from behind him.