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Chapter 422 A Word-Creating Machine Without Emotion

Little Rabbit was riding a shared bicycle alone on the main road to the west. The further west she went, the fewer people there were, because apart from the city center, the outer ring was all suburbs.

The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains, and looking at the sunset ahead, she felt a little nervous.

Riding a bicycle alone at night in a horror game is indeed quite frightening.

She pedaled furiously before sunset, trying to get as far as possible before nightfall.

Happy times are always quite short, and so are the times for escaping.

Before she could run for long, the last rays of the sun sank behind the mountain, and she watched as the sky gradually darkened and the surrounding light slowly disappeared.

The streetlights overhead suddenly turned on, illuminating the road ahead once again.

Little Rabbit looked ahead. There were hardly any people on this road. If she continued forward, it would probably be a highway or something, and there shouldn't be any buildings around.

For a moment, she considered finding a hotel to stay in for the night, but she quickly dismissed the idea.

"I should just keep going. The farther I run, the less likely I am to be caught by the ghost." With that thought, she resignedly started pedaling her bicycle again.

After pedaling for an unknown amount of time, it was completely dark, and the moon was barely visible in the sky. Little Rabbit was riding alone on the wide road, feeling a little scared.

"The ghost will kill the other six people first. Those six people shouldn't all be dead yet, so the ghost can't possibly come after us," she reassured herself.

Just then, a bright headlight suddenly shone from behind.

Many cars passed by her along the way, but Little Rabbit didn't turn her head and continued riding forward.

Unexpectedly, the car behind her suddenly stopped beside her and honked its horn at her.

Little Rabbit turned her head in surprise, only to see a familiar face inside the car window: "Mingyue?"

"It's me. The grasslands headed east. I originally wanted to go south, but they were building a road to the south, so I had to make several turns to get here," Mingyue said from the driver's seat. "You'd better hurry, the ghost will definitely kill the one who falls to the very bottom first."
The people behind.

"Hmm..." Little Rabbit Maru had just nodded when she saw Mingyue close the car window as if she was about to leave. She immediately said, "Wait!"

Mingyue closed the car window halfway and turned to look at Little Rabbit outside: "What are you doing?"

Little Rabbit hesitated for a moment before saying, "Could you give me a ride for a while? I'm too slow riding a bicycle. You can give me a ride for a bit, then I'll get off and walk by myself."

Mingyue remained silent for a while, as if she was thinking, and then nodded a few seconds later.

Little Rabbit immediately put the shared bicycle under her butt into the trunk of Mingyue's car, and then sat in the back seat.

Gu Mian and the others had arrived at Tongying Street long ago. Sure enough, there wasn't a ghost in sight on the street at 7:30 pm. The six of them sat in a row on the steps by the roadside, with a dilapidated van parked next to them. The dim streetlights shone down from above. Although the atmosphere was very eerie, there wasn't a single ghost in sight, and the scene was unusually harmonious.

While Chu Changge wasn't paying attention, the older brother ran out and squatted next to Gu Mian, scaring the fortune teller next to him so much that he almost abandoned his car and ran away.

"This...this...this is the hand from just now?" The fortune teller was speechless.

Gu Mian nodded honestly: "He is a ghost, but he has a flaw: he likes to claim relatives indiscriminately and calls everyone he meets 'sister.' Don't be scared if he calls me 'sister' later."

At this moment, the fat man next to Chu Changge asked, "Brother Chu, are we just going to wait here for two days?"

It is now 7:30 p.m., and 19 of the 48 hours have passed. So far, they are still quite safe.

“No,” Chu Changge shook her head, “Tomorrow we’ll go back, back to where we started.” The fat man craned his neck: “Go back?”

Gu Mian turned to look at Chu Changge: "On the way here, I recalled the contents of the book 'Second World' again, and I don't remember ever seeing the words 'death appearance', but you said it was because you found the name of this instance in the book."

He paused here, and after a few seconds continued, "Actually, this name wasn't found in a book, was it?"

The fortune teller, somewhat bewildered, listened to Gu Mian's words and asked, "What are you saying?"

However, no one answered her question.

Chu Changge pushed up his glasses under the streetlight: "That's right, I didn't get the name of this copy from the book."

The fat man asked, puzzled, "Then you are...?"

But before he could finish speaking, Chu Changge interrupted him: "The reason we entered this instance before the event started is because the ghosts in this instance seem to have changed, just like the Fairy Tale City instance."

Before he could even ponder how Chu Changge knew all this, the fat man widened his eyes and asked, "You really die if you die in this dungeon?"

Chu Changge shook his head slightly: "No, it's just that the ghosts who were originally NPCs have gained their own consciousness. As you know, there are two types of NPCs in dungeons. One type, like Mr. Green and Coach Che, is fully aware that they are NPCs in the game. The other type is completely unaware that they are in the dungeon world. The latter is mostly difficult to control."

"The ghost in this instance originally belonged to the latter, but it discovered the truth of the world, realized that it was in a game, and began to rebel."

"This kind of ghost is a very unstable factor, but the instance itself cannot eliminate it, so we can only ask you to help."

As Chu Changge spoke, he glanced at Gu Mian.

Gu Mian stroked her chin: "So how did you know all this?"

At this moment, Xiao Qiao, who was standing right next to Gu Mian, quietly raised her hand: "Actually, it was me who told him."

The fortune teller was completely bewildered, as if he were listening to gibberish.

Gu Mian continued to ask, "Then how did you know?"

Xiao Qiao continued, "Mr. Green told me."

Hearing this, Gu Mian felt a headache coming on: "How come you all know each other?"

Chu Changge continued, "The ghost in this instance has already discovered some secrets, which is why I chose this instance. As long as we capture it alive, we can find out the secrets of the world."

Is this something a human would say? The fortune teller stood frozen in place.

“Of course, you can kill me or torture me after I get the secret,” Chu Changge said, pushing up his glasses. “The ghost in this instance is quite cunning. After realizing it was in a game, it started committing a series of murders, often killing multiple people and then choosing the most suitable corpse to wear…”

"Put it on?" the fat man suddenly asked.

“That’s right,” Chu Changge said, “It’s used to cover themselves up and try to avoid the dungeon’s sight. Because of the nature of ghosts, a corpse can last for several months.”

“The ghost travels around committing crimes in various places. Since the instance can accurately teleport us to the ghost’s side, it means that even though the ghost has been hiding, it has never escaped the instance’s sight,” Gu Mian said.

“Yes,” Chu Changge nodded, “but there’s a small problem.”

Gu Mian remembered that the goddess in the last dungeon said something similar when she gave her brother away...

(End of this chapter)