Chapter 8

January 10th, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed what this child did. The spoon floated in the air and was casually twisted into other shapes...

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

January 16th, he no longer seemed afraid, occasionally smiling, but became more and more silent...

January 17th, all test results were normal, and none of us six could explain what was happening to this child...

January 19th, he started drawing, although his parents said he had never shown any talent for drawing before, he could draw very realistic sketches...

January 22nd, he kept asking for paper and pencils, drawing without sleep, and only drew faces. The faces in the drawings became increasingly bizarre and terrifying from the beginning...

January 25th, faces appeared on the walls, drawn in blood. We found a dead sparrow in his room, but his hands were clean, which made me uneasy. I remembered the spoon...

January 26th, all the windows in that corridor disappeared, leaving a solid wall. The surveillance footage from the previous night only showed a blurry image. I don't know who to ask for help? The police? They would think I'm crazy and lock me up...

January 30th, Richard disappeared, and the rest of us five became very uneasy. More blood faces appeared on the walls, and this time we didn't even find... his body?

January 31st, I have to leave here... I should request a leave of absence until this child dies of his illness... No... Resigning is better!

February 1st, I think I can't escape. There's no way out of this building... If anyone reads this notebook, remember my words, he is afraid of [this part is smeared]! Kill him if you get the chance! Don't hesitate! Otherwise, you will die!

...

Feng Jue and Wang Tan walked around the corner. The corridor ahead was still bright, but there were no doors, only white walls on both sides. A few dozen meters ahead, there was a T-junction.

The two moved cautiously. Feng Jue summarized the contents of the notebook, trying to make it less scary, but it still made Xiao Tan pale and shiver.

"We're not dealing with a ghost, but a child with psychic abilities who has been mentally corrupted by a serious illness," Feng Jue concluded. "At least that's how the script is set up."

"Knowing this, how does it help us?" Wang Tan's tone indicated he was still under a lot of pressure.

"First, psychologically, knowing that the opponent is human should reduce your fear somewhat," Feng Jue replied. "Second, practically, we know he has a physical form, so we can directly attack him."

"Hey... Do you think the person who wrote the notebook and the other victims in the script didn't try that?" Wang Tan asked, his face full of panic. "There were more than two of them, right?"

"Can they use the Exploding Fist?" Feng Jue asked.

"Jue, I have a question... If we hadn't found this skill, or if neither of us had our combat skills activated, or if we hadn't solved the puzzle, what would happen?"

"In that case, after we meet him, we would face a choice," Feng Jue said. "Whether to fight or run. Without solving the puzzle, we would have to judge based on the specific situation after contact, such as the amount of health lost. The difficulty would be high in fear and death threats. But after understanding the script, I can almost be certain... with our combat abilities, we can only run, fighting would definitely result in death. So I think... one way to complete this script is to escape."

"But isn't our current level of danger the same as if we hadn't solved the puzzle?" Wang Tan asked.

"No, there's a difference. At least in the second room, you gained a skill. In the third room, we learned his weakness. So whether we choose to kill him or escape, our success rate has increased significantly."

"Let's not talk about my 20% skill. Didn't you say the line about his weakness was covered by a bloodstain?"

"The system has set up a very simple deduction. Combining the context of the notebook and analyzing the child's series of actions... removing the unimportant or misleading parts, the content of the note is as clear as the monster's profile," Feng Jue said as they passed another corner. Ahead was a spacious hall, the ceiling was higher, and the lighting was still good, but the surroundings were still all walls.

"January 10th, telekinesis; January 16th, personality change; January 19th, abnormal instincts begin to awaken; January 25th, can influence living things with his mind; January 30th, can handle large living things, i.e., humans; February 1st, god-like killing." Feng Jue analyzed calmly and coldly. "The hint about his weakness is in the January 26th entry and the conditions we've seen so far." He paused. "He is afraid of sunlight."

"But it's so..." Wang Tan didn't finish his word "bright" before Feng Jue interrupted him.

"It's sunlight, not artificial light," Feng Jue explained. "When we entered the first room that looked like a ward, I felt very out of place. Ignoring the bloody environment, the ward and the corresponding corridor had no windows, which doesn't make sense architecturally. I suspected the building was underground. Then, I noticed the second and third rooms also had no windows. Why?" Feng Jue paused. "I can understand the strange scenes in these rooms. After all, this place... probably a hospital, has clearly undergone spatial distortion. We could see anything after opening the door. But after reading the notebook, I understood it was a hint."

He pointed to the lights above. "These lights are also a hint. He is afraid of sunlight, but why do we need lights? There are two possibilities. First, he needs light to move, and in the dark, he can't see like us. Second, he is afraid of both sunlight and darkness, because in the dark, something is watching him..."

Suddenly, the laughter that sounded like a little girl's voice rang out again, not far ahead.

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

But even with this new understanding and mental preparation, Wang Tan's heart raced and his breathing became heavy. He tightly gripped the fruit knife, his palms sweating.

Feng Jue said, "Put the knife away, we don't need it."

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

"Yes, I have an idea," Feng Jue said, pointing to a direction in the hall. "Use your skill to hit the middle of that wall."

Before he finished speaking, the little boy, the script's BOSS, appeared without warning, standing about three meters away. He was wearing a hospital gown, and even in the light, his body and face were shrouded in shadow. As he appeared, the walls, ceiling, and floor of the hall were instantly covered with countless blood faces, and the lights turned red.

The scene was enough to make a man scream, but Feng Jue didn't hesitate for even a second. He took three steps and lunged at the boy, who was about 1.2 meters tall. "Attack the wall!"

Wang Tan jumped up and ran in the direction Feng Jue had pointed. His initial jump was out of fear, and after a few steps, his legs felt weak. He looked back and saw Feng Jue being repelled by an invisible force before he even touched the boy, as if he had collided with a moving car. He spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Although it looked exaggerated, this was a game, and players didn't need to endure the same pain as in reality. In Horror Park, no matter how severe the hit, even if run over by a train, the player's pain perception was limited to the feeling of being hit by a hammer.

Seeing this, Wang Tan ran with all his might toward the wall. The boy clearly noticed what he was doing, but this time he didn't teleport. Instead, he chased after him at a speed no child could achieve, running in a very strange posture, like a puppet being pulled.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the boy's ankle. The BOSS looked down and saw Feng Jue quickly getting up and stubbornly chasing him. Feng Jue had the advantage in size, and a 1.2-meter target, no matter how fast, could be caught in a short distance.

At the same time, Wang Tan activated his skill, his right fist glowing orange, and hit the wall.

Although the success rate of the skill was only 20%, he was hitting a wall, a hard-to-miss target, and his luck was good, so the hit was successful.

The wall exploded, creating a hole more than a meter in diameter, and intense sunlight shone through.

In that instant, all the blood faces in the hall disappeared, and the boy retreated in panic, trying to avoid the sunlight.

But he couldn't escape... because Feng Jue still had a hold on his foot...

"That one hit took 84% of my health... Now it's my turn," Feng Jue stood up, pulled the BOSS to the ground, and the boy lost all resistance.

Feng Jue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grabbed the boy's leg, and dragged him toward the light source. "This is a very strong BOSS. Even if you use your skill directly on him and hit, he might not die from that one hit."

Wang Tan relaxed. "What if I hadn't broken the wall, or if there was another corridor outside?"

"If it was night outside, you could hide in the darkness. If it was a corridor, you could go in and keep running. If the wall didn't break... you could find another way to escape," Feng Jue said as he walked. "I was confident enough to have you use your skill. In a hospital hall, the layout can give you a good idea of where the main entrance was. As you can see, there are corridors on both sides, and behind me, though sealed, it's clear there were registration windows..."

He lifted the BOSS and exposed him to the hole in the wall.

"Um... Jue, isn't this a bit cruel?" Wang Tan watched the boy, who was covering his eyes in pain and curling up.

"You're right, I went too far," Feng Jue replied, but he didn't stop.

This was his consistent approach, accepting criticism humbly but never changing his ways.

"I can let him go and let him hide back in the hospital while we escape through this hole. The script should still complete. But as I analyzed, this is a very strong BOSS. Even with high script completion, directly fighting him is still very difficult. Killing him to complete the script would give us much more experience."

"Hey? When did you start caring about experience?" Wang Tan asked, surprised.

Feng Jue smirked and pushed the BOSS further into the sunlight. "I have at least three reasons to play Horror Park well. First, to earn back the cost of the game pod through the game itself. Second, these random scripts are great. According to the official description, they are generated by a massive database and the memory fragments of countless players. In future team survival modes, there will be complex stories and settings, so I can gather material through the game. Third, to continue trying to regain my fear..."

Feng Jue snapped his fingers and beckoned.

Wang Tan understood and handed over the fruit knife.

"Let's see... the experience for killing the BOSS and completing the script." Feng Jue took the knife and stabbed...

{Piaotian Literature}