He shone the flashlight around to check the surroundings. After confirming that there were no traps or anything like that nearby, he approached.

The corpse had already become a skeleton. Judging from the bones, it should be a man. It was obvious that his body had been disturbed by wild animals after his death, possibly dragged here from somewhere else. It was hard to say exactly where he died.

The skeleton's clothes must have been torn when the wild animals ate the corpse. Feng Bujue squatted down and examined it closely, quickly finding a small iron box in the fragments of the clothes pocket.

The iron box was about a finger thick, and the size was about the size of a photo. Perhaps it was used to hold photos. The iron box was a little rusty, which was normal in this humid environment. Feng Bujue took out his knife and pried open the iron box along the edge.

There were no photos in the box, but there was a pencil and a folded piece of paper filled with writing.

[Name: Message from an Unknown Deceased]

[Type: Story Related]

[Quality: Worn]

[Function: Unknown]

[Can be brought out of this script: No]

[Note: Although you found this, you don't necessarily need to read it, because once you see the content, everything will be different.]

The item description came into view first. Seeing the note, Feng Bujue vaguely felt that something was strange. It seemed that the information left by the deceased had considerable significance. But he "didn't necessarily need" to read it. What did that mean?

"Could it be… reading this paper will change the plot?" Feng Bujue muttered, "Should I read it or not… I'm the only player in the script now. As long as I'm careful for the next two hours, the chance of successfully clearing the level is more than 90%. But what if I read this… and cause some bad changes…"

If it were someone else, they might give up, but this situation was exactly Feng Bujue's weakness. If you found a beautiful woman to seduce him, he might be unmoved; but if you put a stack of paper in front of him and claimed that it was an unsolved reasoning plot, he would definitely pounce on it and snatch it.

At this moment, Feng Bujue's reading addiction was acting up, and he couldn't bear it. Unless he had a teammate like Si Yu to take the thing away and prevent him from touching it again, he had to read it.

He unfolded the paper, held it in front of his eyes, and shined a flashlight on it. It was actually written in Russian.

Feng Bujue's heart skipped a beat at that moment. A very terrible idea appeared in his mind and became a reality in the next few minutes.

Although this mystery novelist was quite knowledgeable, he really didn't know Russian. Fortunately, the system had its own translation function, and a Chinese version would appear in the menu.

[If anyone sees this message, it means I'm dead. That's good. For me, it's a relief, and I deserve it.

My name is Zaroff, and I am the owner of this island. Maybe you've already met another man in the castle who calls himself General Zaroff, or maybe not. In any case, you should know now that he is an imposter. His name is Raines Ford.

I invented a hunting game, hunting humans on the island, and Ford was once my prey, the only one who survived my hunt. I still remember every detail of that contest. He was excellent, able to make Malay snares and Burmese tiger traps with just a knife. I wasn't bad either, always maintaining the initiative and consciously letting him go several times.

As a result, he successfully 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, gave him enough food and water, and sent him off on a single-masted sailboat to leave the island.

I thought that Mr. Ford and I would never meet again in this lifetime, but unexpectedly, about six months later, he came to the island again.

He actually told me that after leaving the island, he began to miss this game. Other entertainment and sports could no longer bring him any stimulation. He wanted to join me.

I initially refused him and asked him to leave, but he begged me at the cost of being the prey again.

I thought I was crazy, but at that moment, I thought he was truly insane.

So I had a second contest with Ford, and I stated in advance that I would no longer hold back this time. If he could still successfully survive three days of my pursuit, I would let him become a hunting partner.

I never expected that he would succeed again, even more easily than the first time. I didn't even understand how he did it. In those three days, Ford never appeared within my firing range. He seemed to be able to hear sounds from far away, and he left with faster movements than me every time I approached. The traces he left behind showed that he was as agile as an ape, and the most puzzling thing was that he didn't seem to need to eat, excrete, sleep, or even rest.

On the third day, I released three hounds and let them chase Ford freely, but later, I only found three dead dogs, none of which died from traps or knives. They were killed by hand.

Later, Ford began to hunt with me. After a period of time, his behavior became more and more abnormal. He kept asking me to catch as many people as possible. I told him that too frequent maritime accidents would attract the attention of the authorities, but he was like a greedy addict, never satisfied.

He modified the ship traps and also bought many fierce beasts to the island through various channels. I told him that those animals would also bring danger to us, but he didn't care. Ford was completely mad, ten times more insane than me, and ten times more evil.

Nine nights ago, I wanted to kill him while he was asleep. This was not gentlemanly behavior, but I had no choice. I was likely the one who created this demon, so I should be the one to get rid of him with my own hands.

When I tiptoed and opened his door, he was standing behind the door, waiting for my arrival with a grin on his face.

Ivan tackled me from behind, subdued me, and threw me into the cell. He is my most loyal subordinate and would never betray me. I am not a superstitious person, but I can only assume that Ivan was controlled by Ford with some kind of evil spell, because that can explain a lot of things.

Now, I myself have become the prey. It's been nine days. Ford always knows where I am. I'm very clear about this, but he won't come to kill me, won't come to find me, and won't let me approach the castle or escape the island. He wants me to be killed by those animals in despair, torn to pieces by those "prey." For a proud hunter like me, this is a great irony.

On the fourth day, I encountered a dying sailor who had been attacked by a tiger. They told me that a man calling himself General Zaroff forced him to participate in a game. At that time, I realized that I had been replaced.

Now, everything should come to an end. I am already scarred, suffering from heatstroke, and I don't know how long it's been since I closed my eyes. If death is inevitable, at this moment I only hope that it can come peacefully and quickly.

I write this down, not to repent, nor to atone for my sins. I just want to warn the person who sees this message… Ford is not human at all, but some unknown embodiment of evil.

Run! Run as far as you can! Even if you jump into the sea and drown, don't stay on the island!]