Nightmare Strikes

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Drip, drip.

There was the sound of dripping water in the room.

Though it was extremely faint, it was still caught by both Jiang Cheng and the Fatty against the backdrop of absolute silence.

The two followed the sound of the drip, which came from a corner of the room. Due to the lighting, it was very dim, as if separated by a layer of fog.

After thinking for a few seconds, Jiang Cheng lifted his leg and walked over.

Fatty reached out as if to stop Jiang Cheng, but in the end, he didn't even touch the sleeve of Jiang Cheng's clothes. He gritted his teeth and chose to follow.

One step, two steps...

Fatty's heart was in his throat.

As they got closer, he finally saw the source of the dripping sound: it was a large redwood chest.

The design was ancient, with copper embedded at the corners, likely having been around for at least several decades.

In Fatty's memory, the last time he saw a similar chest was when he was a child, visiting his grandmother's house in the countryside.

"Tick-tock."

Another drop of water fell.

Following his line of sight downward, there was a wooden platform beneath the redwood chest, raising it about 20 centimeters above the ground.

Fatty's keen eyes quickly spotted a puddle underneath the wooden frame.

No, it wasn't a puddle; it was a pool of blood!

A faint smell of blood wafted up to his nose.

Having seen many gruesome scenes, Fatty surprisingly didn't show much fear.

If Su Yu had locked them in the room just to scare them with a pool of blood, Fatty could completely accept that.

But clearly, it wasn't just that.

Just as Fatty's gaze shifted from the blood to the chest, he saw a drop of blood seeping out from the bottom of the chest, then slowly dripping into the pool of blood.

It splashed up countless tiny droplets of blood.

Drip.

Something inside the chest was bleeding.

Fatty stared at the chest, unable to swallow as terrifying and bizarre images began to unfold in his mind.

Just as he was hesitating, Jiang Cheng stepped forward and quickly pulled aside the board covering the chest.

Now Fatty could see clearly; he involuntarily gasped.

Inside was Zhen Jianren.

No, it would be more accurate to say it was Zhen Jianren's corpse.

His limbs were twisted irregularly, as if he had been stuffed inside without any chance to resist; one exposed arm was bent at an unnatural angle.

But the most horrifying part was Zhen Jianren's eyes.

He had no eyes; his eye sockets were two bloody holes, with streams of fresh blood flowing down from the corners of his eyes and nose, creating a terrifying scene.

Just like Li Yanwei, his eyes had also been gouged out by Chen Yao.

"Doctor," Fatty shrank his neck, his voice trembling, "Why did everyone else have their jaws broken, but his eyes were gouged out?"

After a pause, Jiang Cheng slowly replied, "His eyes were not gouged out by Chen Yao."

"Huh?" Fatty froze, looking confusedly at Jiang Cheng. "Doctor, what do you mean..."

Before he could finish, Jiang Cheng reached into the chest and pulled out one of Zhen Jianren's hands.

Fatty saw that the hand was covered in blood and clenched into a fist, appearing to grip something inside.

Then Jiang Cheng slowly pried open the fingers.

Fatty was just curiously craning his neck when, in the next second, his face suddenly turned pale, as if all the blood had drained from it.

He saw that Zhen Jianren was holding two milky-white objects in his hand.

It was... eyeballs!!

One of them rolled away mischievously, hitting the ground and bouncing, rolling toward Fatty.

Finally, with a "thud," it collided with Fatty's shoe.

It lay still.

Fatty was so scared he couldn't utter a word; his first reaction was that his legs went weak, wanting to sit on the ground.

But the little bit of reason left warned him that if he fell, he might crush Zhen Jianren's eyeballs.

Fatty shuddered all over but managed to endure the shock this time, making no sound or unnecessary movement.

"He... he did it to himself..."

Staring hard at Zhen Jianren's hand, Fatty felt his understanding of the world shatter; he found it hard to imagine what kind of monsters his so-called teammates were in this mission.

It was terrifying!

Zhen Jianren, Yu Wen, Zhang Yinyin...

His pure self was like a little sheep among them, though he had a physical advantage, in terms of intelligence, experience, and ruthlessness, he was completely outmatched.

Suddenly, he thought of something and turned to look at Jiang Cheng, realizing the latter was examining the remaining eyeball in his hand.

When he noticed Jiang Cheng occasionally squeezing it like a rubber ball, Fatty felt he was suffocating.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind:

If those teammates were terrifying monsters, then what was the doctor?

This was a man who manipulated and toyed with those monsters!

Without needing to say more, take Zhen Jianren, the unfortunate kid; he came in trying to play tricks, but was discovered by the doctor, then targeted throughout the entire process.

First, he was scared sleepless for a night by a broken coin, then a blood handprint twice the size was drawn on the door, and it was rumored that a female ghost painted it.

He swallowed hard, glancing with pity at Zhen Jianren, who was drenched in blood and had no chance to die with his eyes closed, suddenly feeling a bit sorry for him.

His qualifications seemed quite good, but unfortunately, he ran into the doctor.

Just as Fatty unintentionally glanced at Zhen Jianren's blood-soaked hand, his eyes suddenly froze. The fingers of that hand twitched slightly.

Fatty had just opened his mouth, but before he could warn Jiang Cheng...

In the next second, that hand shot up violently, gripping Jiang Cheng's wrist tightly.

"Doctor!" Fatty shouted loudly.

Jiang Cheng also seemed startled by this scene, standing frozen in place.

In the face of Fatty's indescribable fear, Zhen Jianren in the chest actually moved his body and stood up slowly in an unbelievable manner.

In a moment of desperation, Fatty swung the water bottle in his hand toward the "resurrected" Zhen Jianren.

It seemed that Zhen Jianren had become a killer move arranged by Su Yu.

But how he managed to do it was still unclear.

This blow hit its target perfectly, striking Zhen Jianren's bloodied head with a "thud."

But after all, it was just a water bottle; its power was limited, and all it could do was make Zhen Jianren's body sway.

Zhen Jianren opened his mouth, and the blood tears flowing from his empty eye sockets dripped into his mouth.

Just when Fatty thought he was going to bite down and end the doctor's legendary story, a hoarse, blood-bubbling voice emerged.

"Help me!" the standing Zhen Jianren said painfully, "I'm not dead yet... cough cough... I'm still alive!!"

He continued to cough up bubbles of blood from his mouth. In the dark and unknown environment, paired with this scene and voice, it was impossible to remain calm.

(End of the Chapter)

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