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Chapter 85
Chapter 85
Feng Bu Jue eliminated the ghost infant, and all surrounding illusions vanished instantly. Only the shards of broken glass scattered across the corridor remained to confirm that the nightmare had been real.
With some time remaining until the next scheduled call, he resumed his search. Based on Feng Bu Jue’s deductions, among the three remaining paranormal phenomena mentioned in the nursery rhyme, the final one could wait. The clue about water droplets could occur at any water faucet—most likely a restroom—while the clue about the human flesh soup probably pointed to the cafeteria on the ground floor of another building.
This scenario’s map wasn’t particularly large, but its restrictive conditions made it quite challenging, akin to the Usher House scenario—perhaps even harder.
The classroom building Feng Bu Jue was in had five floors, shorter than the main building. According to his calculations, whether to explore the upper four floors was debatable. If he went, he might trigger the water drip event before Si Yu did, or even activate a side quest or hidden task. But if he skipped it, he should head directly to the cafeteria in the third building, where the fifth nursery rhyme event likely awaited.
Though Si Yu had answered the previous call quickly, claiming she was “fine” before abruptly hanging up, Feng Bu Jue still felt a lingering unease. Reflecting quietly, she didn’t seem like someone to act irrationally. Had he said something wrong?
After a minute of contemplation, Feng Bu Jue decided to head to the cafeteria. This was a two-player cooperative scenario, and he still didn’t know what consequences might arise if one player died. What if the system suddenly declared, “Due to a player’s death, communication is impossible. The surviving player becomes the target and is hunted by Ghost Infinite”? That would spell disaster.
His goal was clear: reach Level 5 as soon as possible. To do this, completing the scenario was essential. Only by clearing it could he earn the Fear Rating reward—40% experience for his current level. He resolved to focus on the main quest first.
Leaving the building, he crossed a U-shaped open space between the three structures and entered another via a narrow corridor.
The cafeteria was vast. Feng Bu Jue swept his flashlight beam across the area as usual. Rows of long tables and chairs were neatly arranged beneath a chandelier whose light switch did nothing. The floor was tiled in muted colors, and the walls looked unremarkable. To the left of the entrance stood a row of sinks. The southeast corner housed a serving counter leading to the kitchen, while a small convenience store and a vending machine stood on the opposite side. Blue trash cans, waist-high, dotted the room. Overall, it was a standard, clean student cafeteria.
So… where was the human flesh soup?
So far, Feng Bu Jue had noticed nothing unusual. Wandering aimlessly wouldn’t trigger the plot—clearly, he needed to investigate the kitchen.
As this thought crossed his mind, his cell phone rang. Checking the time, he realized it was their scheduled call. He answered immediately.
The line was silent for a moment.
“I’m… sorry,” Si Yu spoke first.
“Eh… it’s fine. I was the one out of line,” Feng Bu Jue replied, quickly changing the subject. “How are you now? Trigger any new events?”
“I’m on the second floor of the main building, in the women’s restroom—the last stall.”
Feng Bu Jue’s expression darkened as he listened. Her voice carried a subtle tremor, her breathing uneven.
“Are you okay?” he asked gravely.
“I…” She hesitated but didn’t mention her injuries. “I heard dripping water and went in. Blood was dripping from the faucet. When I approached, it started flowing faster, and the mirror began to speak… as if something was trying to crawl out. I didn’t look up. When I turned, the door slammed shut and wouldn’t open. I crouched in a stall, avoiding the mirror,” her voice grew more strained as she spoke. “There’s a pair of feet outside my stall—they won’t move. I can’t fight right now… I’m trapped.” Though she tried to sound brave, her voice betrayed her fear. “The sound of flowing blood is getting louder… the floor’s already soaked.”
Beep Beep Beep
This time, the call ended not by her hand but due to the time limit.
As Feng Bu Jue listened, he’d already left the cafeteria and was sprinting toward the main building.
A system prompt blared in his ears: [Warning: You cannot approach your teammate knowingly. Continuing will trigger a ghost hunt on both players.]
“What nonsense… Now’s not the time for this,” Feng Bu Jue muttered bitterly.
He dashed past the sign reading “No Running in the Corridor,” zipped around the side of the main building, and charged into the main entrance. Scanning the blueprint on the first-floor hallway, he bolted up to the second floor and straight toward the women’s restroom.
The campus wasn’t large—three minutes later, he stood at the restroom door.
Seemingly unremarkable, the door showed no anomalies. No blood seeped through the gap at the bottom. Yet Feng Bu Jue couldn’t turn the handle. He wanted to shout, to let Si Yu know he’d arrived, but the system blocked all verbal communication.
He set to work on the lock,clamping his cell phone under his arm, flashlight between his teeth. He slid a kitchen knife into the door crack and twisted the handle with force—but to no avail.
Clearly, the door wasn’t locked but fixed in place by some unknown force. Picking it wouldn’t work.
No choice… he’d have to break it down.
Bam Bam Bam
His shoulder ached fiercely. He envied Long Ao Min’s build—his brawny friend could’ve kicked the door open like a toothpick. But Feng Bu Jue could only rely on his own slender frame, ramming the door repeatedly.
Inside the stall, Si Yu heard the crashing. Faint though it was, she recognized it immediately. When she tried shouting and failed, the only explanation was Feng Bu Jue’s proximity.
Relieved and moved, her courage surged. Yet she quickly realized the consequence: both would be hunted together.
The situation might unfold like this: originally, she’d die alone. Now, Feng Bu Jue would rescue her, and they’d both perish.
The door finally gave way after a minute, costing Feng Bu Jue some vitality. As the wooden barrier shattered, a wave of blood stench hit him.
He staggered, stunned. The room warped into a faded film reel—colors drained, objects flickering unnaturally, as if frames were dropping.
The floor was a crimson lake, slippery and viscous. The sinks overflowed with thick, red liquid, pooling onto the tiles.
Don’t look in the mirror—Si Yu’s warning echoed. She’d survived by resisting the urge.
Feng Bu Jue advanced cautiously, flashlight beam cutting through the gloom. At the far wall, a blood-soaked figure loomed—a girl in a school uniform, drenched in coagulated blood. Before it, in a stall, glowed the Eternal Embers Lantern.
He moved to attack, but the blood on the floor surged like liquid claws, ensnaring his ankles.
He snorted, then did something reckless.
He turned toward the mirror above the sinks.
The reflection showed no eyes—only empty sockets dripping blood. The moment he saw it, the ghost pivoted, closing the distance in an instant, face-to-face with him.
Now visible, the ghost’s head was a writhing mass of eyes—black and white orbs squirming together, oozing blood.
It lunged, claws aiming for Feng Bu Jue’s eyes—to add fresh trophies to its grotesque crown.
Though his feet were trapped, Feng Bu Jue’s body remained free. His Terror Value was zero—he had no intention of dying. In a flash, he swung his pipe wrench, faster than the ghost’s strike, and smashed its eye-cluster head.
(End of Chapter)
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