Feng Bujue used the flashlight to scan his surroundings. After confirming that there were no traps, he moved closer.
The body had been reduced to bones, and from the bones, it appeared to be a man. He had been rummaged through by a beast after he died, so he might have been dragged there from somewhere else. It was hard to tell where he died.
The clothes on the body should have been torn apart when the beast feasted on the body. Feng Bujue squatted down to inspect it, and he soon found a small iron box among the tattered clothes.
The iron box was about the thickness of a finger, and it was about the size of a picture. Perhaps it was used to store pictures. The iron box was rusted, and that was normal in the damp environment. Feng Bujue took out a small knife and pried open the iron box.
There was no picture inside the box, but there was a pencil and a folded piece of paper. The paper was filled with words.
Item Name: Message from the Unknown Deceased
Item Type: Plot Item
[Quality: Worn]
Function: Unknown
Can be taken out of the scenario: No
Remark: Even though you have found this, you do not necessarily need to read it because once you read the content, everything will change.
The first thing that entered his eyes was the item description. Seeing the remark, Feng Bujue had a feeling that something was off. It appeared like the message left behind by the unknown deceased had a very important meaning. But it 'does not necessarily need' to read it, what does that mean?
"Could it be … that reading this paper will change the plot?" Feng Bujue grumbled. "Should I read it or not? Now that I am the only player in the scenario, as long as I am careful in the next two hours, the chance of clearing this scenario is more than ninety percent. But what if reading this … causes something bad to happen? "
If this was anyone else, they might have given up, but this situation was Feng Bujue's Achilles' heel. If you found a beautiful woman to seduce him, he might not be tempted, but if you placed a stack of paper before him and claimed that it was a plot that no one could understand, he would definitely jump at you to snatch it.
At that moment, Feng Bujue's reading addiction was acting up, and his heart was itching. Unless he had a teammate like Passing Rain to take the thing away and forbid him from touching it, he had to read it.
He unfolded the paper and shone it in front of his eyes. It was written in Russian.
Feng Bujue's heart skipped a beat. A terrifying thought appeared in his mind and became a reality in the next few minutes.
Although this mystery novelist was quite knowledgeable, he did not know Russian. Fortunately, the system had a translation function, and the Chinese version would appear in the menu.
'If anyone sees this, it means that I'm already dead. That's good. It's a relief for me, and I deserve it.
My name is Zaroff, and I am the owner of this island. Perhaps you have met another man in the castle who called himself General Zaroff, or perhaps you have not. In any case, you should know by now that he is an imposter. His name is Raines Ford.
I invented a hunting game to hunt humans on the island. Ford was my prey, and he was the only one who survived my hunting game. I still remember every detail of that contest. He was so good that he could make Malay traps and Burmese tiger traps with just a small knife. I was not bad either. I held the initiative and let him go a few times.
In the end, he survived the third day and won the contest. Although I lost, I was in a good mood. It was a pleasant hunt. According to the agreement, I let him rest well and gave him enough food and water. I sent him on a single-track sailboat and let him leave the island.
I thought that I would never see Ford again, but I didn't expect that about six months later, he would come to the island again.
He told me that after leaving the island, he began to miss this kind of game. Other entertainment and sports could no longer bring him any excitement. He wanted to join me.
At first, I did not agree and asked him to leave, but he begged me by using the bargaining chip of being my prey again.
I thought I was crazy, but at that moment, I thought he was the one who was crazy.
So I had a second contest with Ford. I made it clear that this time, I would not be merciful. If he could survive the third day, I would let him become my hunting partner.
I did not expect that he would succeed again, even more easily than the first time. I did not even understand how he did it. During those three days, Ford did not appear in my shooting range once. He seemed to be able to hear things from far away. Every time, before I could get close, he would leave faster than me. The traces he left behind showed that he was as agile as an ape. The most puzzling thing was that he did not seem to need to eat, excrete, sleep, or even rest.
On the third day, I released three hunting dogs and let them chase after Ford freely. But later, I only found three dead dogs. None of them were killed by traps or knives. They were all killed by someone with bare hands.
Later, Ford began to hunt with me. After a while, he became more and more abnormal. He kept asking me to catch as many people as possible. I told him that too many maritime accidents would attract the attention of the authorities, but he was like a greedy addict. He was never satisfied.
He modified the ship's traps and bought many ferocious animals to the island. I told him that those animals would also bring danger to us, but he did not care. Ford was completely crazy. He was ten times crazier and more evil than I was.
Nine days ago, I wanted to kill him when he was asleep. It was not a gentleman's action, but I had no choice. It was very likely that I had created this devil, so I had to kill him myself.
When I tiptoed to open his door, he was standing behind the door with a grin on his face, waiting for me to come.
Ivan pushed me down from behind, subdued me, and threw me into the cell. He was my most loyal subordinate and would never betray me. I was not a superstitious person, but I could only think that Ford had controlled Ivan with some evil spell. That could explain a lot.
Now, I was the prey. For nine days, Ford always knew where I was. I was very clear about that, but he would not kill me or find me. He would not let me get close to the castle or escape from the island. He wanted me to be killed by those animals in desperation and be torn into pieces by those "prey." For a proud hunter like me, it was a great irony.
On the fourth day, I met a dying sailor who was attacked by a tiger. They told me that a man who called himself General Zarov forced them to participate in a game. At that time, I knew that I had been replaced.
Now, everything should be over. I was wounded and sick. I don't know how long it has been since I slept. If death is coming sooner or later, I just hope that it will come quickly and peacefully.
I am not writing this to repent, nor to atone for my sins. I just want to warn the people who read this message … Ford is not a human at all. He is the incarnation of some unknown evil.
Run away quickly! The farther the better! Even if you drown in the sea, don't stay on the island!]
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