There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

In the darkness, Xu Shuo's face was expressionless, "Who knows."

They hadn't detected any hint of the train derailing; the train had simply veered off the tracks and plunged toward the bridge below while it was moving.

Everything was as fluid as flowing water, with not the slightest prelude.

The only exception was the little girl. If this was an image from the past, then she must have also been on the train at that time.

But because it was something that happened in the past, they couldn't determine what was real.

These were questions that currently had no answers.

As the two of them were talking, a strange creature crawled out of the compartment, its broken flesh and blood seeming like pieces stitched together, dripping with a thick, dark red fluid. The split-open mouth occupied half of its face, its smile both fierce and uncanny!

It reached out an arm; the skin was pale blue-gray, yet it was smeared with a tar-like black stickiness.

From behind the swaying train compartment door, it reached out towards Luo Kai.

However, sensing the chilling terror, Luo Kai stomped fiercely on the side of the compartment, and his body leaped backward, grabbing onto the door handle.

But the next moment, as the already unsteady door from the impact suddenly came loose, the entire panel fell outwards, and Luo Kai, who was clinging to it, also dropped down with the force of inertia!

Whoosh—

The fierce wind poured in through the torn opening, the sky outside still clear and the clouds sparse, with the sparkling surface of a river not far away.

Beneath, rather than hard mountains, was a pitch-black abyss!

It seemed as if countless ghosts and monsters were baring their teeth and clawing in the abyss, howling in a ghastly rage. While it was impossible to see clearly what lurked in the darkness, the oppressive, terrifying sensation still transmitted over.

Falling down meant no chance of a whole corpse!

Luo Kai quickly aimed his palm at the side of the compartment. A suction force twisted the outer shell of the compartment wall, which instantly restored itself, and the strong repulsive force pulled him back.

As a result, just as he was about to reenter the compartment, the entire wall to which the suction force had adhered cracked open loudly!

Without a foothold, he fell once more!

Luo Kai: "???"

"Really just singling me out for targeting, huh!"

He furiously took out a bundle of hemp rope from the Player's Handbook and threw it into the compartment; the rope energetically coiled, and after entering, it landed beside Xu Shuo.

Xu Shuo paused and then grabbed hold of the rope.

Soon, Luo Kai used the rope to leap back in from the outside, his right hand firmly gripping the doorframe.

At the door of compartment thirteen, a distorted and uncanny child was perched there, emitting a strange laugh, piercing and shrill.

Seeing Luo Kai climb back up, it even cheerfully clapped its hands.

Yet the erosion of darkness continued, and the bodies of the passengers in the compartment decayed and broke down rapidly. Countless pairs of empty, black eyes abruptly turned towards them!

Drip, drip, drip...

Nobody spoke, and apart from the sound of the wind outside, the silent train was filled only with the eerie sound of the dripping, flowing liquid.

The passengers of compartment thirteen were approaching at a slow pace.

This time, Luo Kai didn't think they would just pass them by.

"Mutant Script, besides experiencing the events, do we also need to deal with the ghosts and monsters that appear?" Xu Shuo suddenly asked.

"That's probably it," Luo Kai said, his expression serious.

"Has this train not yet finished falling?" Xu Shuo turned to look at the window; the train door he was leaning against was still intact.

"This 'Little Ghost' is controlling it."

"What would happen if we leave the compartment?"

"..."

Luo Kai had just taken out a longsword, its hilt inlaid with a ruby, and hearing this, he hesitated and then turned to Xu Shuo, saying, "Brother, I should have known... your way of thinking is a bit different from most people's."

Although the train seemed to be constantly falling, it was actually suspended in midair, and stepping out of the carriage was tantamount to embracing the Abyss below.

The original carriage had been corroded and worn by darkness, with blood seeping through the cracks and a thick black sticky liquid spreading across the floor, emitting an unpleasant stench of decay.

The Little Ghost's sharp jeering laughter was still echoing, invading thoughts from all directions, making one's head throb and swell.

Luo Kai braced against the carriage wall to steady himself, bit his finger and smeared his blood on the Ruby, making the long sword burst into fierce flames.

The shambling figures of the walking corpses paused for a moment, but quickly continued moving without consciousness, reaching the joint between the carriages.

The next moment, it charged at Luo Kai with a crazed roar, its speed extremely fast!

Hiss!

The burning sword slashed cleanly, the golden-red flames cutting a passenger in two, crackling as they burned the rotten flesh and blood.

Xu Shuo discovered that nearly every player had a Holy Weapon at their disposal.

Back in "Dancer in the Dark," aside from the priest who relied entirely on props from the script, Officer Zhang had a silver dagger that cut through Necrophages like mud, and even their mutated Black Dog form could easily sever it.

Xuena's prop was a bit strange, but that bronze mirror seemed to attack the soul and appeared very useful against the Cultists.

The later female journalist was even holding a magical brick that could stupefy "Green-Faced Fangs."

It was apparent that there were many such props in the store, and the game probably also frequently produced similar items.

So, did they often deal with these monsters?

Where exactly did these monsters come from?

Why did they all seem essentially the same?

"Brother, help me, I'll add a thousand to your reward!" Suddenly, Luo Kai's urgent shout came from beside him.

Xu Shuo snapped out of his thoughts and said, "Two thousand points."

"That's too much!"

"Three thousand."

"...Fine, deal!"

The mutated passengers burst out from carriage thirteen, and once they crossed that threshold, they became crazed and violent, biting at everything with reckless abandon!

The connection between the carriages was just so big; after stepping out from the bathroom of carriage thirteen and over the connecting panel, there was the water boiler room of carriage twelve.

But the door to carriage twelve was sealed shut, Luo Kai was retreating step by step, and had been cornered.

These things, they were only attacking him!

Xu Shuo leaned against the other side's intact train door, turned his head to look at the Little Ghost perched at the edge of carriage thirteen, clapping happily and laughing gleefully.

As Xu Shuo looked over, the Little Ghost also abruptly raised its head to look at him, something eerie seemed to be twirling within its hollow black eyes.

The flesh on its cheeks was cracked, but one could vaguely make out its face before death; its short hair, matted into clumps by a sticky black substance, clung to its face as if fished out from a barrel of oil.

Xu Shuo took a step forward.

The Little Ghost shuffled backward.

At that moment, a walking corpse that had crossed the carriage suddenly roared furiously, turning its broken body swiftly to pounce toward Xu Shuo at the door!

In an instant, the doctor in a blood-stained white coat pulled out a fruit knife from his pocket, the blade flashing silver!

The charging walking corpse's form hesitated, and then it fell down stiffly.

This was the second time Xu Shuo had used the "One-Click Kill" ability, but he still hadn't figured out the principle behind this skill.

Xu Shuo curiously looked down at the body lying on the ground, his gaze deep, his fingers stroking the sharp fruit knife in his hand, allowing the blade to slice open his skin.

The bright red blood flowed down his pale palm, dropping onto the filthy floor of the carriage.

Then, the young man turned his head back to the Little Ghost in carriage thirteen, his mouth curving into a smile, both charming and strange.

The Little Ghost quickly retracted its peeking head.