“January 10th, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed what this child did. The spoon just floated up and was twisted into other shapes at will...

January 13th, he said he felt someone was watching him, many, many people, and said he was very scared...

January 16th, he doesn't seem to be afraid anymore, and sometimes smiles, but he has become taciturn...

January 17th, all test results are normal. None of the six of us can explain what is happening to this child...

January 19th, he started drawing. Although his parents said that he had never shown any drawing talent in the past, he can draw very realistic sketches...

January 22nd, he kept asking for paper and pencils, drawing day and night. He only draws people's faces, and the faces in the portraits became more and more bizarre and terrifying from the beginning...

January 25th, blood-painted faces appeared on the wall. We found the corpse of a sparrow on the floor of his ward. His hands were very clean, which made me uneasy. I thought of that spoon...

January 26th, all the windows in that corridor disappeared, leaving airtight walls. The surveillance video the night before only captured a blurry image. I don't know who to ask for help? The police? They will think I'm crazy and lock me up...

January 30th, Richard is missing. The rest of us five have become very uneasy. More blood faces appeared on the wall, this time we didn't even find... I don't know... his body?

January 31st, I have to leave here... I should ask for a leave of absence until this child dies of illness... no... it's better to resign!

February 1st, I don't think I can escape. There is no way out of this building... If anyone sees this notebook, please remember my words, he is afraid of [smeared here]! Kill him if you have the chance! Don't hesitate! Otherwise, you will be the one to die!"

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Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi went around the corner together. The corridor in front was still bright, but this time there was no door. Both sides were snow-white walls. A few dozen meters ahead, there was another T-junction.

The two proceeded cautiously. Feng Bujue repeated the contents of the notebook after slightly refining it. He tried to make it less scary, but it still scared Xiao Tan until his face turned pale and he got goosebumps all over.

"What we are facing is not a ghost, but a super-powered child who has been spiritually contaminated after suffering from a serious illness." Feng Bujue concluded, "At least that's how this script is set."

"What help can it be to know this..." Wang Tanzhi's tone indicated that his pressure was still great.

"First of all, psychologically, knowing that the other party is a person, I think your degree of fear will be slightly reduced." Feng Bujue replied, "Secondly, the practical significance is that we know that he has a physical body and can be directly k.o.'d."

"Hey... do you think the person who wrote the notebook, and the other victims in this script... haven't tried it?" Wang Tanzhi looked horrified. "There are more than two of them in number, right?"

"Do they know Explosion God Fist?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Brother Jue, I have a question... what would happen if we didn't find this skill, or if our Fighting specialization didn't happen to be activated, or if we didn't solve the puzzle at all?"

"Then after we meet him, we will face a choice." Feng Bujue said, "Whether to fight him or run away." He considered for a few seconds, then added, "If we haven't solved the puzzle, we will have to judge the choice based on the specific situation after contacting him, such as how much the survival value is lost after being injured. In the midst of fear and the threat of death, the difficulty will be higher.

But after understanding the script, I can basically be sure without contact at this moment... in terms of our combat capabilities, we can only escape, and we will definitely die if we fight head-on. So I think... there should be a way to clear this script by escaping."

"Then isn't our current level of danger the same as if we hadn't solved the puzzle!" Wang Tanzhi said.

"No, there is a difference. At least in the second room, you gained a skill." Feng Bujue said, "In the third room, we also learned about his weakness, so at this moment, whether we choose to kill him or escape to clear the game, the success rate has been greatly improved."

"Let's not talk about my 20% skill for now, didn't you say that the line about his weakness was covered by a bloodstain?"

"The system has arranged a very simple reasoning here. Combining the context of the notebook and analyzing a series of behaviors of this child... eliminating those unimportant decorations or misleading parts, the content of this handwriting is basically as clear as a monster file." As Feng Bujue said this, they passed another corner, and a wide hall appeared in front of them. The height of the ceiling was raised, and the lighting was still good, but the surroundings were still full of walls.

"January 10th, telekinesis; January 16th, personality mutation; January 19th, abnormal instincts begin to awaken; January 25th, can use telekinesis to affect living things; January 30th, can deal with large-sized living things, that is, humans; February 1st, god-like slaughter." Feng Bujue analyzed calmly and coldly, "And the hint about his weakness is in the January 26th paragraph, and the situation we have seen so far." He paused, "He is afraid of sunlight."

"But it's very..." Wang Tanzhi hadn't finished saying the word "bright" when Feng Bujue interrupted him.

"It's sunlight, not lamplight." Feng Bujue explained, "When I entered the first room similar to a ward, I felt very awkward. Leaving aside the bloody environment, the ward and its corresponding corridor actually had no windows, which is not in line with the most basic architectural common sense. At that time, I even suspected that the building was underground. Then, I found that the second and third rooms also had no windows. Why?" He paused for half a second, "I can understand the strange scenes in these rooms. After all, this... probably a hospital, in this script has obviously undergone space distortion. We may see any scene after opening the door. But after reading the notebook, I understood that this is a hint."

He pointed to the light above his head: "In fact, these lights are also hints. He is afraid of sunlight, but why does he need lights? There are only two possibilities. First, he also needs light to move around. In the dark, he can't see things like us; second, he is both afraid of sunlight and afraid of darkness, because in the darkness, there will be some things staring at him..."

Suddenly, the laughter that the two had first heard, like that of a little girl, sounded again, not far in front of them.

At this moment, they were very clear that the source of the laughter was actually a little boy, and he was not a ghost, just a child who liked to paint with "blood."

But even after changing his mindset and building a psychological defense, Wang Tanzhi's heart was still beating faster and his breathing became heavy. He clenched the fruit knife tightly in his hand, and sweat had seeped out of his palm.

Feng Bujue said, "Put the knife away, you don't need it at all."

"Brother Jue... you you... you have..."

"Yes, I have an idea." Feng Bujue pointed to a direction in the hall, "Use the skill to hit the middle section of that wall."

Before he finished speaking, the little boy, the Boss of this script, appeared without warning, standing about three meters in front of them. He was wearing a hospital gown, and even in the lamplight, his body and face were covered with a layer of shadow. At the same time as he appeared, the walls, ceiling, and ground of the entire hall were instantly covered with countless blood faces, and even the lights turned red.

This scene was enough to make a man scream, but Feng Bujue didn't hesitate for even a second. He took three steps in two and pounced on the boy, who was just over 1.2 meters tall: "Attack the wall quickly!"

Wang Tanzhi jumped up and ran towards the direction Feng Bujue had just pointed to. In fact, his initial jump was out of fear. After running a few steps, he felt that his legs were a little weak. He turned his head halfway and saw Feng Bujue was repelled by an invisible force before he even touched the boy's body. It was as if he had crashed into a moving car when he pounced, and he immediately spewed out a large mouthful of blood.

Although it looked exaggerated, this was a game after all, and players didn't need to and didn't have to endure the exact same pain as in reality. In Thriller Paradise, no matter how hard a character was hit, even if he was crushed by a train, the upper limit of the player's pain perception was about the same as the feeling of being hit hard on the finger by a hammer nailing a nail.

When Wang Tanzhi saw this scene, he ran towards the wall with all his strength. The little boy obviously noticed what he was going to do, but this time the little boy did not teleport, but chased after him quickly. That speed was definitely not something a child could achieve, and the running posture was also very strange, like a puppet being pulled to move.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the little boy's ankle. Our Boss looked down and found that it was Feng Bujue who quickly got up from the ground and stubbornly chased up to hold him back. Feng Bujue had an advantage in size after all. A target with a height of 1.2 meters could always be caught up in a short distance no matter how fast it ran.

At the same time, Wang Tanzhi activated the skill, and his right fist was covered with orange light, hitting the wall.

Although the success rate of skill activation was only 20%, he was hitting a wall, which was a target that was difficult to miss, and his luck was obviously good, so this strike was undoubtedly successful.

A blast-like effect really occurred on the wall, and a large hole with a diameter of more than one meter was blasted out, and an extremely strong sunlight shone in from outside.

In that instant, all the blood faces in the hall disappeared, and the little boy also retreated in panic, trying to stay away from the sunlight.

But he couldn't escape... because Feng Bujue was still holding his foot...

"That one hit actually knocked off 84% of my survival value... It should be my turn now." Feng Bujue stood up, and with the momentum, pulled the Boss to the ground. At this time, the little boy completely lost the ability to resist.

Feng Bujue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his free hand, grabbed one of the little boy's legs, and dragged him all the way to the light source: "This should be a very strong Boss. Even if you use the skill directly on him and hit him, I'm afraid he may not die from that one blow."

Wang Tanzhi also breathed a sigh of relief at this time: "What if I failed to break the wall, or if there was another corridor outside the wall?"

"If it's night outside the wall, you hide in the night. If there's a corridor outside the wall, you go in and then escape. If you don't break the wall... you just find another way to escape." Feng Bujue said as he walked, "I am quite sure before I let you use the skill. In this kind of hospital hall, look at the overall layout, and you can basically deduce the original location of the gate. You see, we have corridors on both sides. Although the side behind me is also sealed off by the wall, you can still see the settings such as the registration window before..." As he spoke, he lifted the Boss and exposed him to the hole in the wall.

"Um... Brother Jue... isn't it a bit cruel for you to do this?" Wang Tanzhi watched the little boy painfully covering his eyes, his body curled up into a ball.

"You're right, I'm too much." Feng Bujue replied, but he didn't stop in his actions at all.

This has been his consistent style since he was a child: humbly accept but never correct.

"I can let him go now and let him hide back in the hospital, and the two of us will escape from this hole, and the script should be completed." Feng Bujue said, "But as I said, according to my analysis, this is a very strong Boss. Even if we have explored the script to a very high degree of completion, it is still very difficult to win directly in a battle when facing him. Killing him to clear the game should get a lot more experience than escaping to clear the game."

"Eh? When did you start caring about experience when playing games?" Wang Tanzhi asked strangely.

Feng Bujue curled his lips and sent the Boss a little further into the sunlight: "I have at least three reasons now to play the Thriller Paradise game well.

First, as the saying goes, the wool comes from the sheep, I want to earn back the investment of the game cabin through the game itself; second, these random scripts are very good. According to the official description, the system uses a huge database as a backing and combines countless players' memory fragments to generate them. In the team survival mode in the future, there will be quite complex stories and settings, so I can collect materials through the game; third, continue to try to regain fear..."

Feng Bujue said this, stretched out a hand, snapped his fingers, and then beckoned.

Wang Tanzhi naturally understood and handed over a fruit knife.

"Then let's see... the experience of clearing the game after killing the Boss." Feng Bujue took the knife and stabbed it in...