There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Chapter 143: Chapter 139 Are You Sick?

Xu Shuo wiped clean the fruit knife and inserted it back into the pocket of his pants casually, as the white lab coat fell down, concealing its outline.

He smiled, "What are you talking about?"

Luo Kai stood at the door, his mouth opening and closing as if he had a lot to say but didn't know where to start.

Just now, for a moment, he had thought this little newcomer had been contaminated by something bizarre.

Ah, no, this is a Level 1 newcomer?!

Surely, he had been contaminated!

"Why did you change your clothes?" asked Luo Kai with an ambiguous tone; he felt a strange sense of danger about the youth at this moment.

"Bought them from the store. They have a defensive effect," Xu Shuo said casually, patting his dirty white lab coat.

Luo Kai nodded, then suddenly asked, "What about the Little Ghost?"

He still stood at the door, not rashly entering, his gaze passing over the brutally dismembered corpse on the floor, searching for their target.

"Here," Xu Shuo pointed towards the shelves.

On the train's shelf, black viscous fluid kept dripping from the cracks, with the twisted and hideous Little Ghost perched on top, clutching the Dreamcatcher Xu Shuo had carelessly discarded.

Perhaps out of curiosity about what it was, the Little Ghost had sneakily snatched away the Dreamcatcher while Xu Shuo was dealing with the passengers.

Now, noticing the gaze of the two men upon it, it immediately threw away the Dreamcatcher, black empty eye sockets oozing viscous fluid, glaring at Luo Kai with bared teeth.

In an instant, countless black tentacles whipped out like lightning!

Luo Kai: "???"

Why is it targeting me again?

Before the attack hit, Luo Kai quickly stepped out of the carriage, spinning to hide behind the car wall. Bang, bang, bang! The black tentacles pierced through the wall of the carriage, narrowly missing his head.

Luo Kai wiped away the cold sweat and waited a good while but heard no further movement inside.

He carefully peeked around the corner, and suddenly, right up close, he found himself eye to eye with a pair of black, blood-streaked hollow eyes!

Luo Kai's eyes widened, and golden-red flames instantly enveloped him, the encroaching darkness withering away into black smoke as it touched the fire, and the Little Ghost, as if hurt by the blaze, screeched and retreated.

Then, Luo Kai grasped his sword and swung it from below in a fierce diagonal slash, the searing flames blasting like a tornado into the carriage!

Standing in the middle of the carriage, Xu Shuo quickly sidestepped to avoid the flames, which roared past his face, the rolling waves of heat lifting the hair from his forehead.

Bang!

The fire impact at the tail of the carriage scattered, burning through the black viscous fluid, casting a faint blue glow.

The Little Ghost shrieked sharply as the fire approached, jumping frantically atop the carriage, with its black viscous fluid splattering everywhere, and finally leaping behind Xu Shuo.

It seemed scorched by the intense attack, still emitting black smoke from its body.

Leaning on his sword, Luo Kai stood coughing violently, looking incredibly pale, his breath greatly weakened.

"Help me…" he called out again.

Xu Shuo pulled out the fruit knife from his trouser pocket, twirled it, and a flash of silver shimmered, slicing a bright line in front of the Little Ghost.

[One-Click Kill MISS.]

A message like this suddenly popped up in the corner.

Xu Shuo paused, squinted slightly, and stepped forward, gripping the fruit knife firmly.

The Little Ghost was ablaze with a faint blue fire, emitting black smoke from the flame, and at this moment, wounded, it was extremely ferocious, its black tendrils flaring out like spider legs.

As he approached, the needle-sharp tendrils lashed out fiercely, clinking against the fruit knife he used to block.

Xu Shuo stared at the twisted and grotesque Little Ghost, and an odd smile suddenly appeared on his usually calm face. He dodged the piercing attack, his figure instantly appearing beside the table, and a huge shadow loomed over the Little Ghost in the flickering flames.

The compartment's walls were burning, the light casting mysterious and unpredictable shadows on the young man's face.

The Little Ghost froze, then its head was seized by a large hand, the fingertips dug into the fractured and stitched cheeks, forcibly lifting the Little Ghost's face.

Although it was ugly as sin, the feel of its flesh and blood was unexpectedly soft to the touch.

The grimy, ashen face of the child was squashed, dark tears of blood streaming from its hollow eye sockets.

It should have been impossible to discern any emotion, but at this moment, the Little Ghost started to tremble with a semblance of fear, even its dark, empty eyes appeared aggrieved.

It was like before, when it had been hit, it wanted to protest but didn't dare to.

Xu Shuo raised the fruit knife to its chin, and with a sinister chuckle, said, "Why do you exist in this world?"

It looked at Xu Shuo with wide eyes but did not speak.

Something seemed to be swimming in the Little Ghost's pitch-black eye sockets, as if in twisting vortexes, or like the horrific stillness of the Abyss, utterly soul-shattering!

Xu Shuo's mind blurred for a moment, and, applying force with the fruit knife, he stabbed cleanly through the Little Ghost's chin, penetrating its head, then threw it directly into the burning flames.

A piercing, shrill scream exploded, bursting through the eardrums and reaching the brain!

Xu Shuo frowned and rubbed his temples.

The Little Ghost writhed and struggled in the flames, the dispersing black fog enveloping the compartment. At this moment, Luo Kai entered, his ruby-embedded longsword quickly pinning the attempting-to-escape Little Ghost in the flames.

The golden-red flames burned only the eerie darkness and caused no destruction to anything else in the compartment.

Luo Kai, seeing the young man holding his head as if in pain, thought for a moment, then took out a round, red pill from his pocket and handed it over.

"This can defend against the mental erosion of the bizarre," he said.

"Thanks," replied Xu Shuo softly, taking it and immediately stuffing it into his lab coat. When his hand emerged again, he was holding two white pills which he put in his mouth and swallowed.

Luo Kai was momentarily stunned, confused by the smoothness of his movements.

So, he had his own medicine but still naturally accepted the prop offered by him?

Are you really not letting even this small thing go?!

Xu Shuo finished his medicine and raised his chin toward the Little Ghost, still screaming in the flames, indicating: "What's next?"

Luo Kai looked over, then lit a cigarette and sighed, "Actually, I don't know."

If this were just a complex but ordinary Mutant Script, then he would have already watched the entire process from the sidelines, and the murderer would have been found; the extraction would have been completed as well.

But now, the system progress was still ten percent remaining.

"Even if there were no Mutant Scripts in this world, you shouldn't be completely clueless about related matters, right?" Xu Shuo said indifferently, as he wiped the fruit knife on his white lab coat again.

"I think you might have a misunderstanding about our profession."

Luo Kai hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Unlike other professions, the 'Director' is by invitation only. You only get the chance to change professions when the Script Space actively sends out an invitation."

Therefore, this also resulted in very few 'Director' players active in the Script Space, and even fewer related strategy posts.

Naturally, Luo Kai had searched forums for related information, but since a certain veteran player said, "Some worlds will not encounter Mutant Scripts," and because he had never encountered one, he really believed his world wouldn't have them.

This further led to Luo Kai being a high-level Director for so long, yet the highest-level script he had extracted was only second-level.

And they were not very difficult.

Now, the Little Ghost was trapped in the flames, but the creature itself was a strange being, and such attacks may not be enough to completely destroy it.

Luo Kai put the cigarette in his mouth, put away his long sword, and took out several Talisman Papers.

"I'll try them one by one."

Veteran players might not have many Character Cards or other rare equipment, but it was common for them to have a dozen or so Holy, Purification, Sealing, Suppression, and similar props on hand.

Because these were their lifelines for surviving in the strange scripts.

When encountering something that feels odd, trust your intuition, hurl a few Holy abilities at it first before doing anything else, and don't probe on your own recklessly.

"Gurgle..."

When Luo Kai took out the Talisman Papers, the Little Ghost, emitting blue flames and black smoke, let out a low growl, its face of broken Flesh and Blood stained with dark blood tears, hideous and eerie.

It looked at Xu Shuo, its pitch-black gaze unfathomable.

Xu Shuo was wiping the fruit knife, and, feeling something, looked up.

He stared at the Little Ghost calmly, then suddenly chuckled: "Let's leave this space."

"What?"

Luo Kai hadn't caught on and thought he was talking to him.

But the next moment, the burnt Little Ghost emitted a sharp and piercing screech again!

The soul-piercing cry made people feel disoriented, and the train carriage full of filth and stench also twisted, as if a vortex was swallowing everything.

...

Boom—

After a loud booming noise, Luo Kai shook and had to steady himself against the train carriage's wall.

Outside, the sunlight was brilliant, and the train was moving normally.

He looked up to see a clean green train carriage, no sticky black liquid scattered around, no broken corpses lying scattered on the floor, and no nauseating stench of decay.

Just the strong smell of smoke.

Luo Kai took a deep breath of second-hand smoke, then turned to look at Xu Shuo beside him and asked, his soul questioning: "Why did it pull the time back again? What did you just say to it?"

This incident had already happened, so even if the time were reversed in this Illusory Realm, it wouldn't do any good!

The young man lowered his head and didn't say a word. He was still wearing his blood-stained white lab coat, with bright red blood spread across the lapel, shaped like blood spraying out from a throat slit from the front.

He opened his lab coat, revealing the black handle of the knife protruding from his pocket, the shape of the fruit knife outlined by the black trousers snug against his thigh.

Generally, those who dare to carry a sheathless knife like this are ruthless people.

And the young man's current image, in this ordinary train filled with the atmosphere of life, was somewhat eerie and frightening.

Who would wear blood-stained clothes to take a train?

Then, he pulled out the fruit knife from his pocket, the smooth blade glinting with a cold shine under the sunlight.

It had an unsettling sense of danger to it.

Luo Kai rubbed his arms: "Bro, what are you doing?"

Xu Shuo looked up at him, smiled politely and warmly, then his expression became curious, and he thoroughly looked Luo Kai up and down.

This gaze made Luo Kai's scalp tingle.

"You look rather pale; are you sick?" the young man suddenly asked with concern.

For some reason, Luo Kai felt like his response might influence certain outcomes, like playing an RPG game where two storylines appeared before him.

He always trusted his instincts!

So Luo Kai shook his head seriously: "No, I'm fine, I'm just naturally pale!"

He didn't even lean on the carriage wall to stand anymore, straightened his thin frame, and even made his breathing sound much stronger.

Xu Shuo looked at him again, then lifted the corners of his mouth: "I see."

After that, he tossed the fruit knife, played with it briefly, then turned and entered Carriage No. 13.

That leisurely stance, as if he were strolling.

But the blood-stained clothes, the glinting fruit knife, were really out of sync with the atmosphere of the carriage.

The young man's lips wore a faint smile, as if the place was deserted, and he walked straight to seat No. 69, without a moment's pause, his hand holding the fruit knife swung, instantly slicing the middle-aged man's throat!

Bright red blood sprayed out, staining the white lab coat red again.

Outside, Luo Kai's face was blank with confusion.