There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 142: Chapter 138: This is a Newbie, Damn It!

Xu Shuo stepped into carriage number thirteen, where a cold and viscous sense of oppression instantly washed over him, and strange, twisted murmurs invaded his mind.

He raised his fruit knife, pushing aside those slow-moving walking corpses at will.

The youth walked with a light and cheerful step, his blood-stained white lab coat fluttering slightly, his eyes bright and clear, and the smile on his face growing ever more brilliant.

If not for the striking fresh bloodstains and the smile that was brilliant to the point of being eerily sinister, he might still qualify for the endearing title of "the guy next door."

"Let's see, which little guy is hiding here~"

In the middle seat of carriage thirteen, underneath seat number sixty-nine, a pitch-black Little Ghost crouched on the ground.

The black trousers wrapped around its legs halted right there; then, the newcor took a seat on the dilapidated chair.

The Little Ghost was tense for a long while, but no sooner had it let out a breath of relief, thinking the other hadn't found it, than the next mont, a face with a beaming smile suddenly peeked out from the gap between the seat and the floor, and the youth let out a delighted sound: "Ah, found you~"

Little Ghost: "!!!"

Who exactly is the ghost here?!

In an instant, a sharp, piercing scream erupted from the child—a scream as grating as fingernails on a chalkboard, which penetrated the brain!

Luo Kai, who was fighting outside, suddenly found his thoughts stalled, and his brain seed to stop working.

But in just a mont, he recovered, shook his aching head, and with a spin, kicked away the approaching walking corpse.

He looked in the direction of carriage thirteen, a bit dazed.

What had that guy done to the Little Ghost?

...

Xu Shuo looked up to avoid the sudden rush of a dark shadow, then patted his irritated ears, frowning with an expression of dissatisfaction.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

The youth leaned back in seat sixty-nine, with the fruit knife in his right hand casually resting on his leg, its blade still bearing a wisp of sinuous fresh blood.

The Little Ghost that had burst out was oozing black liquid, hanging upside down like a spider from the carriage ceiling, watching him fiercely and warily.

Xu Shuo put away the odd smile on his face and calmly t the Little Ghost's gaze.

He was actually a bit curious—why did this thing seem so frightened of him? Was there sothing about him that made the other apprehensive?

From the ti on the moving train, it seed as if the other was trying to test sothing.

He picked up the silver-gleaming fruit knife, tossed it into the air with a flourish, and then caught it firmly by the handle.

The Little Ghost did not go into a frenzy.

So it wasn't the power of "One-Click Kill"?

Then, Xu Shuo flipped through the Player's Handbook again and took out a purple net.

The Dreamcatcher seed not to be a one-ti item, for it wasn't damaged and had been reclaid after capturing Qing.

After pulling out the net, the Little Ghost curiously turned its head to glance at it.

Xu Shuo's mouth once again spread into a brilliant grin, and with a chuckle, he suddenly leaped towards the Little Ghost on the ceiling!

His sudden move startled the Little Ghost, which rapidly sprang away, and its unguarded action caused it to splatter black liquid everywhere, dripping with a pat-pat sound on the floor.

The Dreamcatcher ca up empty, and Xu Shuo turned his head to look behind, his face revealing a sinister smile.

"You're not very obedient," he said in a low tone—Qing was both obedient and cute.

"Grrr..." the Little Ghost lay on the ground, baring its sharp fangs at him threateningly, like a wild beast with its hackles raised.

Suddenly, the walking corpses that were slowly moving outward froze in motion. They quickly turned their bodies and heads, and their hollow eyes locked onto the youth standing in the middle of the carriage.

They let out frenzied roars, with teeth bared, claws extended, rushing towards him!

Xu Shuo sneered coldly, casually discarding the Dreamcatcher, and a commonplace fruit knife twirled in his hand, securely grasped once again in his right.

This was not a scripted ga, so there were no limitations on the players' abilities and items.

However, Xu Shuo didn't use any abilities; he simply moved quickly towards the passengers, his fruit knife reverse-gripped, and hacked viciously at the already damaged neck before him!

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

The sharp blade severed the head, and dark, rancid blood splattered out, staining the young man's white lab coat.

Xu Shuo looked up to see more passengers rushing towards him; his eyes were exceptionally bright, sparkling with an intense and mad excitent!

...

...

The connection between two train carriages.

Luo Kai leaned against the door of carriage twelve, gasping for air, his face pale from blood loss. Paired with dark circles under his eyes and a stubbly beard, his appearance beca even more haggard.

However, the previously relentless onslaught of walking corpses now seed to be diverted by sothing else, abandoning their siege on him.

This allowed Luo Kai to take a mont's rest.

The color of the darkness had already invaded the carriage walls; an unbearable stench of decay spread throughout the train. Charred corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the ground, not emitting any scent of cooked flesh but rather intensifying the putrid odor to the point of nausea.

Suppressing his discomfort, Luo Kai took sothing from the Player's Handbook and popped it into his mouth, then, carrying his sword, he headed towards carriage thirteen.

There was an eerie silence there, with no sounds of fierce fighting, only the dragging noises made by the moving corpses.

This was a teammate he had randomly pulled in to share the risk—Luo Kai still had no idea how strong the other party was...

At that mont, he suddenly rembered he hadn't yet checked this teammate's personal information!

Having encountered a Mutant Script for the first ti in the real world, Luo Kai was already on edge, both physically and ntally focused on the script, only now belatedly realizing his oversight.

With this thought, Luo Kai opened the team list, then clicked on the na.

Na: Xu Shuo.

Level: Level 1.

Skipping the myriad of information that could be ignored, Luo Kai's gaze froze on the rank information at the bottom.

Players typically pay close attention to this area, as just by looking at the level, one can largely guess how many scripts the player has been through and how much experience they have.

Upon realizing this, Luo Kai quickly accessed the "Perford Scripts".

Hilarious, only two scripts.

"Damn it!"

This guy's a newbie to the extre!

Luo Kai quickly advanced towards carriage thirteen. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he felt a chill through his body.

An intense foul stench hit him imdiately, with limbs and fragnts piled up throughout the middle of the carriage. On the floor, a viscous liquid flowed, intertwining with the passengers' dark blood to create a twisted vision.

The youth stood among the decaying bodies, his feet stepping on shattered skulls, his head lowered as he seriously wiped his fruit knife against his white lab coat.

His coat was already sared with blood of various colors, and the thick, dark liquid dripped downward, pitter-pattering on the floor.

In the deathly still carriage, this was the only sound.

Suddenly, as if sensing sothing, the youth tilted his head and glanced at the doorway.

Under the sowhat disheveled black hair, his handso and refined features bore no hint of aggression. He was like the boy next door, even offering a very gentle and courteous smile.

Luo Kai inexplicably shuddered, his hand subconsciously igniting flas on the long sword.

"Brother, are you still sane?"