Chapter 273 My name is Shu Hua
My name is Shu Hua.
I’m so scared.
I don’t know how I ended up here, but this place really scares me.
The sky here is always red, and the air smells so bad it makes me want to vomit.
I have to escape... I can't stay here anymore...
But how can I get rid of these people?
I turned my head and suddenly noticed an iron door behind me.
After thinking for a moment, I gently threw the can in the opposite direction and quickly opened the iron door to hide inside.
They want the can. As long as I give it to them, I’ll be fine.
I grabbed a wooden board from the ground and propped it against the iron door, then slowly backed away.
It was so dark inside the iron door, and it smelled even worse than outside... What am I supposed to do?
"I–Is anyone here?" I cautiously took a few steps forward, and the next moment, I heard my own echo.
It seems this room isn’t very big.
I’m so scared... I need to find a place to hide.
But this place seems empty, how am I supposed to hide...?
I kept groping around the room, but suddenly I heard footsteps outside the door.
They’re coming!
I panicked and took two steps back, but something tripped me. I felt my foot sink into something soft and sticky.
"Hey! Are you inside?"
The sound of the iron door being slammed echoed loudly.
"Come out now!"
The door was being struck repeatedly, and each bang felt like it was hitting me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably...
"I–I already gave you my can..." I wanted to shout with some authority, but my voice cracked when I spoke. Still, I forced myself to say, "I don’t have any cans left... I... I won’t eat anymore... You can have it..."
"What bullshit..." The man outside shook the door violently. "Motherf*cker, there are four of us! Four grown men—how the fuck are we supposed to share one can?!"
"Then... what do you want to eat?!" I immediately regretted asking as soon as the words left my mouth.
My scalp began to tingle, spreading to every part of my body, and I couldn’t even stand anymore.
It turns out I wasn’t going to die from being beaten or starving... I was going to be eaten by these people.
I cried, gasping for breath, utterly clueless about what to do.
My blurry eyes gradually grew accustomed to the darkness in the room, and I vaguely saw something dark lying in the center of the room.
A… person?
With great courage, I stood up. At this point, I had no other options. If there was someone else in the room... could they save me?
I groped my way over and lightly stepped on it with my foot. Its body was stiff, like a mannequin.
"He—Hello?" I asked timidly, slowly edging closer, only to be met with an even stronger stench.
The man seemed to be dead, and had been dead for a long time.
I touched his body. He appeared to be wearing a tattered suit, but why had he died here?
"F*ck... the door is blocked..." A muffled voice came from outside again. "Move aside, I'll break it open."
It's over. I’m going to die.
A chilling sensation spread through my body, and my hands were trembling. In the midst of the chaos, I stumbled upon something soft and fuzzy.
It was a mask.
"Ah!" I cried out in surprise.
I had seen this kind of mask before; these were worn by the {umpires}!
This was my only option. As long as I wore the mask, I could pass as an umpire!
In the darkness of the room, this mask gave me a slim chance—just a one percent chance of survival...
I took the mask, clearly seeing that the person’s face had completely decayed. Some blackened skin had stuck to the mask, and when it was pulled away from the body, slimy red threads tore from his face, leaving behind a raw, crimson visage.
With no time to weigh my options, I braved the stench and placed it over my head.
{Bang}!
A loud crash echoed as the iron door was smashed open, and dark red light flooded into the room. It was then that I saw my surroundings clearly. This was an abandoned warehouse, tiny and cramped.
I stood frozen by the wall, not daring to say a word.
I had planned to bluff and introduce myself to scare them off, but I didn’t even know what animal I was supposed to be pretending to be.
"Mouse...?" The man in the lead looked at me, confused.
"Mouse? Yes... mouse..." I nodded vigorously. "I advise you to leave... I... I’m a {Mouse Mortal}..."
"Mouse Mortal?" The man in the front froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Hahahaha!"
I knew then that I no longer even had that one percent chance of survival.
They weren’t afraid of me.
"A {Mouse Mortal}, huh..." The man in the front slowly approached me. "You can’t even pull off the disguise."
"Please... have mercy..." My legs gave way, and I felt myself about to collapse onto the ground. "Please, I’m just an ordinary student..."
"No, no, no." The man in the front shook his head. "After today, you won’t be ordinary anymore. First, we’ll turn you into a {woman}, and then we’ll use you to fill our stomachs. You’ll be our savior."
"What..." Hearing those words, I finally collapsed onto the ground.
Before me stood four tall men holding clubs and knives, blocking the only door to the warehouse. What should I do?
"Ge, should we kill her first or play with her first?" One of the men spoke up.
"Kill her first. Otherwise, she’ll just keep squirming," the man in the front said as he slowly walked over with a knife in hand.
As he approached, my mind went blank, and I found myself missing my grandmother.
I still hadn’t gone back to cook for her...
In that moment, as the knife was about to fall, suddenly, another person appeared in the room.
When he appeared, he was holding a bloodied human head in his hand—the very head of the man in the front.
What is going on...?