Chapter 065 My Bro is Really Amazing

The truck slowly came to a stop a few minutes later, the back door opened, and outside was pitch black.

On the truck’s shelf were five walkie-talkies, and besides that, there was a bunch of random tools they planned to use to find ghosts.

After gearing up with the walkie-talkies and stuffing all the tools into the space watch, everyone but Hao Nan stayed in the truck, preparing to go find the ghosts.

It’s worth mentioning that after entering this dungeon, everyone got an extra watch, so now Xia Xinyan and the others had two watches on their wrists.

Both were electronic watches, but aside from showing the time, this one also had a sanity (san) value display; currently, everyone’s san value was 100.

There was no doubt that their san value would drop after entering the haunted house, but the document didn’t specify what would happen after that.

It was sheer malice.

The time displayed was now ten at night, and both watches were in sync. Outside, it was drizzling, accompanied by a bit of autumn chill, setting the mood of a horror movie perfectly.

As soon as the Fatty got out of the truck, he couldn’t help but start cursing: “Damn it, I really can’t understand who kicked off this ridiculous thing. Whether it’s a horror game or a horror movie, it has to be night, and there’s a high chance it’s raining. If you know there are ghosts, wouldn’t it be fatal to come here during the day when the yang energy is strong? Going into enemy territory like this and acting so bold, like a newbie who just figured out how to ride a horse while playing chess against top-tier AI, what a joke!”

Wen couldn’t help but give him a sideways glance: “Your metaphor… is quite vivid.”

“Right?” Seeing someone agree, Fatty got even more into it, “If it were me handling this, I’d just take a nap in the truck until dawn and then bring hundreds of people in for a party. The yang energy would suffocate that ghost! The game even restricts us to finish before six tomorrow, seriously gross.”

Ling Mo stared at Fatty’s back for a while, remaining silent.

He could sense that Fatty was a bit scared too.

Fatty was generally one of the braver types; when they played horror games together, he’d rush to the front. But this immersive horror atmosphere was completely different from the feeling behind a screen, and knowing Fatty, the moment he started getting scared, his foul language would skyrocket.

Of course, Ling Mo wasn’t much better off.

Looking at the eerie villa in the rainy night ahead, he had repeatedly fought the impulse to quit the game.

With his girlfriend beside him, as a man, he absolutely couldn’t show any sign of fear.

He couldn’t let Xia Xinyan look down on him.

Damn it, it’s just a game, just data, what’s there to be afraid of?

“Hey, come look, there’s no one in the driver’s seat of this truck,” Wen’s voice came from the side, sounding quite puzzled, “So who drove us here? Is it on autopilot?”

“Game mechanics, who else would’ve brought us here?” Fatty shrugged, “This kind of game has the same old tricks; I could guess it with my eyes closed.”

“So how do we leave after finishing the mission? Drive ourselves?” Wen tried to pull the truck door, but it wouldn’t budge; it seemed locked.

“The system should give us the next steps then.” Xia Xinyan chimed in, “Let’s go check out the villa first. In this type of dungeon, lingering around without engaging in the main quest usually brings trouble.”

“I agree with that. If we don’t seek out the ghost, it’ll probably come looking for us. So annoying.” Fatty rubbed his chin and headed into the villa first, “Let’s go, standing here in the rain isn’t fun.”

The villa had two stories and was massive, walking from the bedroom to the dining room could probably double as morning exercise.

Ling Mo didn’t quite understand what was the point of such a house.

Plus, given the haunting, it was several times scarier than an average small apartment.

The villa’s front door was open, with no lights inside, but they could barely illuminate the surroundings with the flashlights they’d taken from the truck. Once inside, they were met by an extremely spacious hall; Ling Mo roughly estimated that this place could be used for basketball.

“Ugh… why is this place colder than outside?” Fatty took off his rain-soaked jacket, shining the flashlight around the hall, clicking his tongue, “What kind of rich person can afford a place like this…?”

“With a house this big, even if you gave it to me, I wouldn’t live here,” Wen scoffed, “Imagine coming back exhausted from working a 996 job and having to walk a few hundred meters just to get to the bedroom—ugh, those fitness freaks would love this house.”

“Come on,” suddenly, a voice from the walkie-talkie interrupted; it was Hao Nan, “Stop daydreaming; you probably can’t even afford one toilet in this house with your lifetime earnings.”

“Damn you, can’t a guy have a little dream?” Wen was too lazy to argue, “Alright, let’s get serious, check what we’re supposed to do now.”

“Hmm… let me see…” Hao Nan flipped through some papers and said slowly, “It says here that they already have a basic understanding of the ghost’s information, but we need to confirm its type. The ghost’s name is Zhang Qingfeng, and if you get close and shout his name, he might respond.”

“Yell at a ghost? Are you serious?” Ling Mo finally couldn’t hold back, “What does that even mean? Can that ghost communicate? Does responding mean he won’t kill us?”

“No idea, the document didn’t mention that.”

“…”

“But it did say this ghost seems to be relatively docile, um… just don’t provoke him.”

Fatty listened for a bit and asked, “So how do we confirm where that ghost is? Can we see him directly?”

“Let me think…” After some hesitation, Hao Nan replied, “No… but you can find his possible location through some details, like… sudden drops in temperature, flashlight flickering, stuff like that…”

Before he could finish, all four of them holding flashlights suddenly had theirs flicker at the same time, as if there was a connection issue, which startled everyone; Fatty let out a shout: “Holy crap!”

“What’s wrong?” Hao Nan tensed up.

“Didn’t you just say that flashlights flicker when the ghost appears? Holy crap! Ours are flickering like crazy!”

“Then… quick! Yell his name, and get the camera ready to take a picture! If we can capture the ghost’s image, it would complete one of the mission conditions!”

Fatty shook, immediately shouted: “Zhang Qingfeng!! Are you there?!”

And then…

The flashlight returned to normal.

The hall fell silent for a moment, and Wen couldn’t help but comment: “Bro is really amazing, a shout chased the ghost away.”

Fatty: “……”

   

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