Half of an old, pale face appeared outside the gap. The old woman's bloodshot eyes looked black in this black and white world, and she stared at Feng Bujue.
The door had not fully opened, so Feng Bujue had two choices. One, pull the door open and use the wrench to greet the woman; two, wait, and think …
"Did I disturb you?" The woman spoke.
Feng Bujue did not answer the question directly but asked probingly, "I'm sorry … but are you not feeling well? I heard screaming. "
"It's an old illness. I'm so sorry if I've caused you any trouble."
"You're too kind … I didn't understand the situation. I'm so sorry," Feng Bujue replied.
When the old woman heard that, she turned to look at Feng Bujue again before turning around and slowly walking back into her room.
Feng Bujue closed the door and mumbled to himself, "Is this woman a human or a ghost?" He walked toward the tatami mats. "If she's a human … then she's a patient with severe rheumatism, but if she's a ghost …" He sat down with his legs crossed and picked up the teapot on the table to pour himself another cup of tea. "Then, since I entered this scenario, I haven't run into a single person. All I've seen are ghosts and monsters."
Crunch, crunch, crunch … Another sound came from above him.
"What is it this time?" Feng Bujue raised his head to look at the beam under the ceiling. The sound came from above.
Suddenly, the light bulb above his head flickered twice, and the next second, the wire that held the light bulb snapped. The light bulb naturally went out and shattered on the ground.
The room was plunged into darkness, and there was a flash of lightning outside the window. It seeped through the bars and curtains, leaving behind a strange shadow on the ground.
Two seconds later, another light source came on.
Feng Bujue calmly took out the flashlight, switched it on, and shone it upward. He mumbled, "Please, it has to be a rat."
Unfortunately, it was not a rat.
From the time the lights in the room went out to when Feng Bujue turned on the flashlight, only a few seconds had passed. But at this moment, what was hanging from the beam was no longer a light bulb, but a dead body.
It was a female corpse, dressed like a housewife. She looked very young, less than thirty years old. Her face was twisted, and her eyes were rolled back. Her mouth was half-open, and there were traces of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.
The corpse's face was facing Feng Bujue, as if it was looking down at him. In that kind of atmosphere, even if the female body suddenly moved to attack Feng Bujue, it would not be that surprising.
But what happened next was beyond Feng Bujue's expectations.
He suddenly lost control of his body and returned to the state he was in when he was watching the opening cinematic. The scenery before his eyes started to change on its own.
Then, the scene in Feng Bujue's eyes changed from a dilapidated house to a foggy street, and he was standing on the sidewalk.
What was even more inexplicable was that the system's voice suddenly rang out again.
"This is an afternoon in November. You are preparing to visit a good friend in town alone."
"What's going on? Is it going to be another script introduction? " This was the first time that Feng Bujue had encountered something like this, but he still listened carefully and recorded every single word that came out of the system.
"One hour ago, the sky was still clear. The sun was shining brightly, and there was not a single cloud in the blue sky. But an unexpected fog descended without warning, and your surroundings were shrouded in an unknown darkness. Fear surrounded you, and your will was on the verge of collapse. You ran madly, trying to escape from a threat that did not exist. In the end, you lost your way in the fog.
"Your mind was a mess, and your memory became blurry. You had no idea whether everything around you was real or just an illusion. You had no idea … whether you could reach your destination."
After that, Feng Bujue regained his mobility, and he was given a new mission.
"Main quest triggered.
"Find your good friend's address and reach it."
"No way … Two main quests?" Feng Bujue did see another main quest in the game menu. The previous quest, 'Stay in the house until dawn', was still there, and it was not ticked, but now there was a new quest that had been added to it.
"Hmm … What is with the dead body from before? How did I get here? How many characters do I have to play in this scenario? " Feng Bujue wondered. "Or … I'm still inside that house, and I'm just seeing an illusion of death?"
This Nightmare Mode scenario confused him more and more. The main quest only told him what to do next, but it did not reveal any information related to the final goal of the scenario. Feng Bujue had no clue about this plot, and he was led by the nose.
The thick fog rolled heavily, and it slowly circled around him. There was no wind, and it felt like the fog was moving according to its own will.
As usual, Feng Bujue checked his body to see if he had any extra plot items. He realized that the ring of keys had disappeared, and inside his suit pocket, there was an extra piece of paper.
He took it out to look, and it said, "Rokubancho No. 4-5."
"F * ck … Again …" Feng Bujue groaned.
This time, there were shadows around him. In the fog, the shadows appeared, disappeared, reappeared, and disappeared again … This proved that he was not alone. Feng Bujue could hear the footsteps of these shadows. They seemed to be moving around him, maintaining a certain distance, and none of them dared to get close.
Click click click click …
The annoying sound was still there. It was very soft and very far away. It was barely there, but when he listened to it closely, it disappeared again.
Feng Bujue moved forward cautiously, dragging his feet as he walked through the suffocating darkness. Occasionally, there would be cars driving past him. With such low visibility, in a small town like this, the cars naturally drove very slowly. Like a slowly creeping behemoth, the blurry shadows approached from afar, suddenly appearing and disappearing.
Although the strange and dark environment enveloped Feng Bujue, he did not immerse himself in this atmosphere. He still observed and analyzed everything around him with vigilance.
The cold and damp air spread in this sea of darkness, and the occasional car lights that passed by could not bring much light. Feng Bujue tried to use the flashlight to illuminate the area, but the light could not penetrate the thick fog in front of him. The visibility was less than three meters.
He could not even see the road clearly, let alone find an unfamiliar address in a strange town.
After walking for a while, he saw a street lamp not far away. The pole was solid and straight. It gave off a weak, flickering light. Feng Bujue held onto the railing and quickly approached it.
There was a bus stop next to the street lamp. Feng Bujue quickly approached to see if there was a map of the town.
The result was reassuring; there was indeed a map there.
Feng Bujue soon found the location of the bus stop and the location of Rokubancho. Based on the scale of the map, it was only about two kilometers away on foot. With his speed, it would take him at most twenty minutes.
Things were much easier now that he knew the route. Feng Bujue had a good memory, and he would not get lost after looking at the map once. Just in case, he memorized the names of all the roads around his route to prevent himself from getting lost. Then, he set off.
After walking for a few minutes, he was reminded of something else. What would happen if he used A Strategic Victory?
So far, this scenario did not look like it had a final boss. Instead, it was made up of a bunch of random monsters, and the plot was confusing and weird. But if all this was an illusion created by an individual, such as an evil spirit or a monster, then he might be able to obtain some breakthrough clues by using his skill.
After all, the skill did not cost anything, so it would be a waste not to use it. With that thought in mind, Feng Bujue activated it.
Who knew that the next second, his own face would flash before his eyes. It was a face that was at a loss, frightened, and had a pair of eyes that were wide open, but there was not the slightest hint of life in them.
There was no information in the menu, and all that came was a severe headache. Imagine the pain of a hammer hitting your finger in your head …
"What the hell?" Feng Bujue held his forehead. "What was that? What is with this scenario? Is it because my skill is ineffective in Nightmare mode?
Just like everything else in the scenario, he could not get an answer. Everything was mysterious, unknown, and chilling.
…
Feng Bujue walked for about thirty minutes. The actual distance was slightly different from his estimation, and he was moving in this strange fog, so it was inevitable that it would affect his speed.
However, he eventually reached his destination. It was a western-style manor house. There was a small garden outside, and flowers were blooming in the garden. However, there was no fragrance in the damp fog.
The iron gate outside the garden was not locked, and it opened easily. Feng Bujue walked through the garden and came to the manor house. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He waited for a while, but there was still no answer.
Feng Bujue tried to turn the doorknob, and the door opened. He pushed the door open and entered the dark foyer. Although the room was fully furnished, it still gave people the feeling that it was very spacious.
"Current quest completed. Main quest updated."
"Explore the manor house."
A flickering light came from the second-floor corridor. With such an obvious guide, Feng Bujue naturally accepted it. He walked up the stairs to the second floor. His footsteps were firm, and his breathing was steady. However, with every step, the wooden boards that he stepped on creaked noisily. It was very jarring.
After reaching the second floor, the light disappeared. However, Feng Bujue still had a flashlight in his hand. There was a corner in front of him. He walked quickly to the first door facing him and pushed it open without hesitation.
The moment he opened the door, a strange smell entered Feng Bujue's nose. It was a very strong smell, a mixture of perfume and blood.
In the room, there was a huge double bed. A woman was lying on the bed, or rather … a female corpse.
Although she was naked, her body had completely festered, and her blood had stained the entire bed red. Her eyes were open, and her face was facing the door. Her empty eyes were staring at where Feng Bujue was standing.
Beside the bed stood a monster. It had a hunched body, and its neck and head were like a vulture's. Its upper body was human, and its lower body was like a spider's. It had a huge silk sac and eight insect legs.
The monster's mouth was filled with blood, and it was slowly dripping down from the corner of its lips. It looked like Feng Bujue, the uninvited guest, had disturbed its meal.
Seeing someone push the door open, the monster's throat made a strange noise. It walked around the bed and closed in on Feng Bujue.
Facing this kind of monster, Feng Bujue did not want to engage in close combat. He quickly took out his handgun, aimed at the monster, and pulled the trigger. He fired five times in a row. At a distance of less than five meters, and inside the room, Feng Bujue, who had a D in marksmanship, hit all his bullets.
But to his surprise … the monster was surprisingly weak. The first two bullets hit its chest, and it appeared to have lost its ability to move. After the next three bullets, it was already lying on the ground, motionless.
"What the hell is this …" Feng Bujue looked at the disgusting monster, and he was confused by this scenario.
He put the gun away and walked to the female corpse on the bed to see if there were any other clues. The body was stretched out, and it was motionless. Feng Bujue suddenly realized that the female corpse's face looked familiar.
"Wait a minute … Isn't this the one who hanged herself?" Feng Bujue suddenly realized.
Right then, the female corpse suddenly moved. Her festering body suddenly sat up, and she turned her face toward Feng Bujue. She opened her mouth and let out a shrill scream.
Feng Bujue felt like his eardrums were about to burst. He was about to use the wrench to shut her up when something strange happened again …
He once again lost control of his body, and the things that he saw turned into cinematic. The woman who came back to life, the strange monster, the mansion behind the garden … they all disappeared, and the scene changed again.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Bujue's surroundings turned into a busy office. He was sitting behind a large table, and the computer on the table was still using a CRT monitor. The computer case was placed on the table, and there were piles of documents and office equipment around it.
"The company that you work for is facing bankruptcy. The higher-ups have decided to lay off the employees."
"This jump is too big! There has to be a limit to the stream of consciousness! "This time, Feng Bujue was really confused.
"As the company's youngest vice manager, you have been given the responsibility of laying off employees. You have to dismiss a large number of seniors who are more experienced than you and be responsible for explaining things to them. Therefore, you are facing tremendous pressure.]
"Hey! What kind of plot is this? Please let me spend a night at a Haunted House or go to the mansion to kill some monsters! "Feng Bujue gasped internally." The plot has suddenly changed to this kind of realistic plot! This is the scariest part! Speaking of which, is this related to the two plot lines from earlier? Could it be the same person? No way! This man's house was destroyed by a typhoon. He was responsible for laying off employees during the day, but when he came home at night, his house was haunted. His friend was a strange uncle who lived in a mansion to raise monsters? Is this man even human? "
"After lunch break, the office got busy again …"
The introduction ended. Just like before, it only explained some unnecessary settings and then gave Feng Bujue a main quest. "Okay, okay.
"The main mission has been triggered.
Work until the end of the day. "
There was only one thing that remained the same, and that was that everything around him was still in black and white.
Feng Bujue could move again, but now he really wanted to bang his head against the monitor. "What do you mean by work until the end of the day? At least explain what 'my' job is … Also, what time do people get off work at this place?"
Everyone in the office was busy. They ran back and forth with documents or sat in front of the computer, typing furiously on the keyboard. There was no sign of anyone slacking off.
The few young female employees were in such a hurry even when they were printing something. They did not even have the time to chat, much less eat snacks or look at themselves in the mirror. The male employees looked like they were facing a great enemy. They looked like they were constipated. Some of them even tied a white band around their head with words like 'Root Character' written on it. They made working at work feel like it was a college entrance exam.
"Hmm … So, this is the power of laying off employees," Feng Bujue said. "Now that I think about it … they're just putting on a show for me."
"Hirata-kun!" A voice interrupted Feng Bujue's train of thought.
Feng Bujue turned around and saw a balding middle-aged man in his forties wearing black-rimmed glasses.
"Is he talking to me?" Feng Bujue asked. "So, my name is Hirata … How am I supposed to pronounce such a name that is destined to bring about my downfall?"
"Hmm … yes," Feng Bujue answered as he looked at the man.
"This is the financial report for the previous quarter. The department head wants it before the end of the day," the middle-aged man said as he handed over a document.
Feng Bujue thought, If the department head wants it before the end of the day, why are you giving it to me, the deputy department head? Even if the department head went to take a dump, you could have placed it on his desk, right? Are you trying to show off your ability to work in front of me? Or are you afraid that after you place it on the department head's desk, the other colleagues will secretly throw your finished report into the shredder to set you up?
Feng Bujue sighed and said in a low voice, "Why would I want to think about that? What does it have to do with me?"
"Hirata-kun, what did you say?" The middle-aged man did not hear him clearly and asked with confusion.
"Ah? Oh … oh, I understand. I will pass it on to the department head. Just leave it to me, "Feng Bujue answered casually.
The middle-aged man bowed respectfully to one of his juniors. "Thank you, Hirata-kun." Then, he turned to leave.
"What is this … Is this scenario trying to tell me that being unemployed is scarier than being haunted?" Feng Bujue grimaced. He loosened his collar and tossed the report to the side. Then, he started to look for clues related to the game.
There were so many things on the desk and so many people in the office. He refused to believe that he would not be able to find out anything about Hirata-kun.
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