“January 10th, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed what this child did. The spoon just floated up and he casually twisted it into other shapes…”

“January 13th, he said he felt like someone was watching him, many, many people, and that he was very scared…”

“January 16th, he doesn't seem to be scared anymore. He smiles from time to time, but he has become taciturn…”

“January 17th, all test results are normal. None of the six of us can explain what is happening to this child…”

“January 19th, he started drawing. Although his parents said that he had never shown any artistic talent in the past, he can draw very realistic sketches…”

“January 22nd, he kept asking for paper and pencils, drawing day and night. He only draws people's faces, and the faces in the portraits become more and more bizarre and terrifying from the beginning…”

“January 25th, there were faces painted with blood on the wall. We found a sparrow's corpse on the floor of his ward. His hands were clean. This made me uneasy. I remembered the spoon…”

“January 26th, all the windows in that corridor disappeared, leaving airtight walls. The surveillance video from the previous night only captured a blurry image. I don't know who to ask for help? The police? They'll think I'm crazy and lock me up…”

“January 30th, Richard is missing. The rest of us five have become very uneasy. More blood faces have appeared on the wall. This time we didn't even find… I don't know… his body?”

“January 31st, I have to get out of here… I should ask for leave until this child dies of illness… No… it's better to resign!”

“February 1st, I don't think I can escape. There is no way out of this building… If anyone sees this notebook, please remember my words, he is afraid of [this part is smudged]! Kill him if you have the chance! Don't hesitate! Otherwise, you will be the one who dies!”

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Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi went through the corner together. The corridor ahead was still bright, but this time there was no door. Both sides were snow-white walls. A few dozen meters further, there was another T-junction.

The two moved forward cautiously. Feng Bujue summarized the contents of the notebook and retold it, trying to make it less scary, but still scaring Xiao Tan's face white, and giving him goosebumps all over.

"What we are facing is not a ghost, but a super-powered child who has been mentally contaminated after contracting a serious illness," Feng Bujue concluded. "At least that's how this script is set."

"What help is it to know this…" Wang Tanzhi's tone indicated that he was still under a lot of pressure.

"First of all, psychologically, knowing that the other party is a person, I think your level of fear will be slightly reduced," Feng Bujue replied. "Secondly, the practical significance is that we know that he has a physical body and can be directly kicked."

"Hey… do you think the person who wrote the notebook, and the other victims in this script… haven't tried it?" Wang Tanzhi looked horrified. "There are more than just two of them, right?"

"Do they know Explosion God Fist?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Brother Jue, I have a question… what if we didn't find this skill, or if neither of us happened to have our Fighting specialization activated, or if we didn't solve the puzzle at all, what would happen?"

"Then after we meet him, we will face a choice," Feng Bujue said, "Whether to fight him or run away." He considered for a few seconds, and then said, "If we haven't solved the puzzle, we will have to judge based on the specific situation after contacting him, such as how much the Survival Value is lost after being injured. In the face of fear and the threat of death, the difficulty will be higher.

"But after understanding the script, I can basically be sure without even contacting him… with our combat ability, we can only run away. Fighting head-on will definitely lead to death. So I think… one of the ways to clear this script should be to escape."

"Doesn't that mean that our current level of danger is the same as if we hadn't solved the puzzle!" Wang Tanzhi said.

"No, there is a difference. At least in the second room, you gained a skill," Feng Bujue said. "In the third room, we also learned about his weakness, so now, whether we choose to kill him or escape to clear the level, the success rate has been greatly improved."

"Let's not talk about my 20% skill for now, didn't you say that the line about his weakness was covered by a bloodstain?"

"The system has arranged a very simple reasoning here, combining the context of the notes, analyzing the series of actions taken by this child… removing the unimportant decorations or confusing parts, the content of this handwriting is basically as clear as a monster file," Feng Bujue said. As he said this, they passed another corner, and a wide hall appeared in front of them. The height of the ceiling was raised, the lighting was still good, but the surroundings were still all walls.

"January 10th, telekinesis; January 16th, personality mutation; January 19th, abnormal instincts begin to awaken; January 25th, can use telekinesis to affect living things; January 30th, can deal with large living things, namely humans; February 1st, god-like slaughter," Feng Bujue analyzed calmly and coldly. "As for the hint about his weakness, it is in the January 26th passage, and what we have seen so far." He paused for a moment, "He is afraid of sunlight."

"But it's very…" Wang Tanzhi's word "bright" had not yet been spoken when Feng Bujue interrupted him.

"It's sunlight, not lamplight," Feng Bujue explained. "When entering the first room similar to a ward, I felt very awkward. Aside from the bloody environment, neither the ward nor the corresponding corridor had windows, which is not in line with the most basic architectural common sense. At that time, I even suspected that the building was underground. Then, I found that the second and third rooms also had no windows. Why?" He paused for half a second. "I can understand the strange scenes in these rooms, after all, this… hospital, probably, in this script, has obviously undergone spatial distortion. We may see any scene after opening the door. But after reading the notebook, I understood that this is a hint."

He pointed to the light above his head: "In fact, these lights are also hints. He is afraid of sunlight, but why does he need lights? There are only two possibilities. First, he also needs light to move around. In the dark, he can't see things like we do; second, he is both afraid of sunlight and afraid of darkness, because in the darkness, there will be things staring at him…"

Suddenly, the laughter that the two had first heard, like that of a little girl, sounded again, not far in front of them.

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

But even after changing his mindset and building a psychological defense, Wang Tanzhi's heart was still racing and his breathing became heavy. He clenched the fruit knife tightly in his hand, and his palms were already sweating.

Feng Bujue then said, "Put the knife away, you don't need it at all."

"Brother… Jue… you you… have…"

"Yes, I have an idea." Feng Bujue pointed to a direction in the hall, "Use your skill to hit the middle section of that wall."

Before he finished speaking, the little boy who was the Boss of this script appeared without warning, standing about three meters in front of them. He was wearing a hospital gown, and even under the lights, his body and face were covered in a layer of shadow. At the same time as he appeared, the walls, ceiling, and ground of the entire hall were instantly covered with countless blood faces, and even the lights turned red.

This scene was enough to make a man scream, but Feng Bujue didn't hesitate for even a second. He took three steps in two and pounced on the boy, who was a little over 1.2 meters tall, in front of him: "Quick, attack the wall!"

Wang Tanzhi jumped up and ran towards the direction that Feng Bujue had just pointed. In fact, his initial jump was out of fright. After running a few steps, he felt his legs were a little weak. He looked back halfway and saw that Feng Bujue was bounced back by an invisible force before even touching the boy's body. It was like crashing into a moving car while pouncing, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Although it looked exaggerated, this was, after all, a game. Players didn't have to and didn't need to endure the exact same pain as in reality. In Thriller Paradise, no matter how hard a character was hit, even if they were run over by a train, the upper limit of the player's pain perception was about the feeling of being hit hard on the finger by a hammer used to drive nails.

When Wang Tanzhi saw this scene, he ran towards the wall with all his might. The little boy obviously noticed what he was going to do, but this time the little boy didn't teleport. Instead, he quickly chased after him. The speed was definitely not something a child could achieve, and the running posture was also very strange, like a marionette being pulled along.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the little boy's ankle. Our Boss looked down and found that it was Feng Bujue who had quickly climbed up from the ground and stubbornly chased after him, holding him back. After all, Feng Bujue had an advantage in size. A target with a height of 1.2 meters, no matter how fast it ran, could always be caught up in a short distance.

At the same time, Wang Tanzhi activated his skill, and his right fist was covered in orange light, hitting the wall.

Although the success rate of skill activation was only 20%, he was hitting the wall, which was a target that was difficult to miss, and his luck was obviously good, so this attack was undoubtedly successful.

An explosion-like effect really occurred on the wall, and a large hole with a diameter of more than one meter was blasted out. Extremely strong sunlight shone in from outside.

In that instant, all the blood faces in the hall disappeared, and the little boy also retreated in panic, trying to stay away from the sunlight.

But he couldn't escape… because Feng Bujue was still holding his foot…

"That one hit actually knocked off 84% of my Survival Value… It's my turn this time, right." Feng Bujue stood up, pulled, and knocked the Boss to the ground. At this time, the little boy had completely lost the ability to resist.

Feng Bujue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his free hand, grabbed one of the little boy's legs, and dragged him all the way to the light source: "This should be a very strong Boss. Even if you use your skill directly on him and hit him, he probably wouldn't die from that one blow."

Wang Tanzhi also breathed a sigh of relief at this time: "What if I couldn't break the wall, or if there was another corridor outside the wall?"

"If it's nighttime outside the wall, you hide in the night. If it's a corridor outside the wall, you go in and run away. If you don't break the wall… you just find another way to escape yourself," Feng Bujue said as he walked. "I'm quite confident before letting you use your skill. In this kind of hospital hall, you can basically guess the original location of the door by looking at the overall layout. Look, we have corridors on both sides. The side behind me, although it's also sealed off by walls, you can still see that there used to be a registration window or something like that…" As he spoke, he lifted the Boss up and exposed him to the hole in the wall.

"Um… Brother Jue… isn't what you're doing a bit cruel?" Wang Tanzhi looked at the little boy, who was painfully covering his eyes and curling up into a ball.

"You're right, I'm being too much," Feng Bujue replied, but his actions didn't stop at all.

This was his consistent style from childhood to adulthood: humbly accept advice, but never change.

"I can let him go now, let him hide back in the hospital, and we can escape from this hole. The script should be able to be completed," Feng Bujue said. "But I said, according to my analysis, this is a very strong Boss. Even though we have explored the script to a high degree of completion, it is still very difficult to win by fighting him directly. Killing him to clear the level should give more experience than escaping to clear the level."

"Eh? When did you start caring about experience when playing games?" Wang Tanzhi asked strangely.

Feng Bujue curled his lips and pushed the Boss a little further into the sunlight: "I now have at least three reasons to play Thriller Paradise well.

"First, as the saying goes, the wool comes from the sheep. I want to earn back the investment in the game pod through the game itself; second, these random scripts are very good. According to the official description, the system uses a huge database as a backup, combined with the memory fragments of countless players to generate them. In the team survival mode in the future, there will be quite complex stories and settings, so I can collect materials through the game; third, continue to try to regain fear…"

As Feng Bujue said this, he stretched out a hand, snapped his fingers, and then beckoned.

Wang Tanzhi naturally understood and handed him a fruit knife.

"Then let's see… the experience gained from killing the Boss to clear the level." Feng Bujue took the knife and stabbed it…