??Chapter 786: 785. People Trapped in Ti_1
Chapter 786: 785. People Trapped in Ti_1
Talia walked on the lawn, yawning as the alcohol stimulated her brain, creating a hazy consciousness—the tipsy feeling that many drink to achieve.
A cold breeze played with the tips of Talia’s hair as she wandered, unwittingly, to the center of the lawn.
She breathed in the cool air, wanting to lie down on the lawn to enjoy it.
But as Talia sat back, she felt as though she were sinking into a soft sofa.
The sofa, as soft as those mory foam cushions, quickly enveloped Talia, lulling her into drowsiness despite the season, where sleeping outside could lead to a cold. However, when sleepiness struck, every nod and squint was untrustworthy.
Talia quickly fell into a deep sleep.
As her consciousness drifted away, the “sofa” encircling her began to change.
Dark, slick, pitch-black tentacles wrapped around Talia’s body, and black flesh began to consu her while she remained deep in slumber, seemingly unaware of any pain.
Her skin was torn, bleeding, as her nerves and muscles were eroded bit by bit, not even sparing her bones.
A mont later, Talia was completely devoured, and the invisible monster writhed on, a mass of filthy black flesh tumbling to the ground, which soon began to move, grow, and swell, quickly becoming a small creature, taking its first shaky steps on the grass.
“So it’s still impossible, huh…”
A sigh whispered through the air.
A young man held a cara, capturing the scene.
“No matter how many tis it’s repeated, no matter the thod, it’s impossible to change, huh…”
He lowered the cara in his hand, looking toward the location of the RV.
“That should be about the sa…”
Muttering to himself, he walked towards the lit area but stopped in his tracks upon the sight that t him.
The roof of the RV had been flipped over by so imnse force, and two monsters lay on the ground, unmoving.
Next to the RV, soone was filming this scene with a cara.
“It seems you know sothing.”
Lu Ban greeted.
“Scott.”
Standing in the lawn, Scott was montarily at a loss for words.
He stared at Lu Ban for a long ti, trying to spot sothing out of the ordinary, but quickly, Scott gave up.
Lu Ban looked just like an ordinary person, showing no signs of anomaly.
Or rather, his anomalies might not be discernible to soone like Scott anymore.
As one would not understand changes in stars or the universe from their minuscule planetary perspective, how could an ordinary person conceive such alterations?
There stood Scott, not daring to make a move.
In this world of abnormalities, Lu Ban was the most normal one, which, upon further consideration, felt quite unsettling.
“Co over for a chat, have so barbecue.”
Lu Ban called out, setting the cara aside. He opened the grill, lit the charcoal with a lighter, took out so at from the overturned RV’s fridge, ready to cook it once the fire heated up.
His actions were so natural that Scott naturally returned to the side of the RV.
Scott cast a glance at the two monster corpses and tentatively asked.
“Are these Valeria and Wes? Where’s Jas?”
“Lying there, but he’s pretty much finished.”
Lu Ban pointed at Jas, who was unconscious on the ground, bleeding profusely from his arm and essentially beyond saving. Of course, in theory, Lu Ban could try to save the young man, like writing on his arm sothing like “Born disabled, he can use one hand with incredible finesse,” which could effectively stop the bleeding. But Lu Ban knew all too well that these people’s survival wasn’t the crux of the problem.
“So you knew already that they would be killed?”
He looked towards Scott, who had sat down by the side, half of his face lit orange by the firelight, the other half shadowed and dim.
“Yes, I knew they were going to die from the mont we t you—no, it started much earlier.”
Scott said.
“Jas isn’t normally like this. He’s wise, a leader, and he respects others. Although Wes likes to play smart, he’s likewise helpful.”
“Talia is a quiet, introverted girl who loves reading, and Valeria isn’t that stubborn. She’s actually very considerate and kind.”
“But once they enter this place, co to Miskatonic, their personalities twist, becoming extre and frenzied, as if they’ve beco entirely different people.”
“Of course, they all end up dying because of their stubbornness—no, even if they hadn’t undergone such personality changes, in a place like Miskatonic, they’re dood to die eventually.”
He stared into the fire, speaking casually.
“It’s not a prediction. It’s a mory, isn’t it?”
Lu Ban used barbecue tongs to place a thick piece of at on the grill. The high temperature caused the surface of the at to char imdiately, sizzling where it touched the grill. It was through this fast and intense searing that the juice of the at was locked in, making the surface crispy and fragrant while keeping the inside tender.
“Right.”
Scott nodded, casually picking up a piece of charcoal and adding it to the blazing fire. The fla dwindled briefly but would eventually burn fiercer.
“I’ve been through this so many tis, we are trapped here, not in Miskatonic, but in the film festival, caught in ti.”
“You an, every ti the Miskatonic Film Festival begins, you all start this journey, which inevitably ends with everyone’s death?”
Lu Ban asked for confirmation.
From the current situation, he could tell that these college students were indeed not human, but rather ford from so kind of pollution, like mud-made n, simply mimicking human behavior.
“Yes, Director Lu Ban, I told you before that our film was about a group of college students trying to shoot a horror movie with the film festival as a backdrop, and then they encounter eerie events during the filming that lead to everyone’s death.”
Scott answered flatly, as if comnting on a dull and boring movie.
“That’s how our film ends. Suffering, despair, and fear are the classic elents of horror movies, and they’re what we’ve experienced.”
“I thought that eting you this ti around might make a difference, but now it seems that even with unprecedented accidents, the story’s end hasn’t changed a bit, and unfortunately, Director Lu Ban, you might also enter this endless cycle with us.”
He said to Lu Ban, with a slight hint of apology.
“But, Scott, have you ever thought about why?”
Lu Ban asked, placing the almost fully cooked at onto a plate, looking at Scott.
“Why are you bound here?”
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