Chapter 115

All police officers underwent emergency training, but training is not real experience after all. Shen Yunzhe entered the small house. Dean Shen looked at him in surprise. Shen Xinlu hurried over and said something. The dean's expression softened. He smiled and nodded to Shen Yunzhe, just like before.

The children in the orphanage huddled in a corner, looking at Shen Yunzhe with curiosity and fear.

"How's the situation?" After a brief greeting, Shen Yunzhe asked Shen Xinlu in a low voice.

"So many people died. These are the only children we could bring out. The others are all under the flower vines." Shen Xinlu said while controlling the trembling in her voice. Even she had never seen such a large number of deaths.

Shen Yunzhe exhaled, "Are all the survivors near the orphanage here?"

"There should be survivors in the residential area as well. I wonder where they're hiding now." Chen Xinlu looked worriedly at the large, blood-red flowers outside. "Xiaozhe, is this the place you entered? People are being eaten like ants, reduced to dry bones."

Shen Yunzhe was silent for a moment before speaking, "The number of players is usually over 7. I've never seen more than 12. Those who died were just that number. It's nothing compared to what's happening now."

"It's so scary, what's wrong with this world?" Shen Xinlu murmured.

Shen Yunzhe patted her back carefully. Originally, Shen Xinlu was on sick leave after being injured. She was involved in this incident before she had fully recovered. Now her face was pale and her lips were bloodless. Shen Yunzhe also noticed that a piece of bandage was exposed on her ankle. The bandage was stained red. He didn't know whether it was her blood or someone else's.

Neither of them is a good thing.

"Sister, tell me what happened first. Tell me in detail from beginning to end." Shen Yunzhe and Shen Xinlu looked at each other. "This time is different from before. You have to listen to me."

Shen Xinlu looked at Shen Yunzhe helplessly, then nodded.

She told Shen Yunzhe everything that happened.

Classes were in session at the orphanage when all this happened. Today was Tuesday, and Shen Xinlu helped send the students to school. There were only children in the orphanage who were not yet of school age, and two children who had taken sick leave. Two life teachers were preparing lunch for the children, and Dean Shen was watching them in the yard.

Shen Xinlu called Dean Shen, and just as she was about to chat with Dean Shen, a little kid suddenly shouted.

The child, wearing the orphanage's uniform, pointed at the wall and shouted, "Sister, there are butterflies!"

How can there be butterflies in the middle of winter?

At first, Chen Xinlu thought the child was seeing things, but when she looked over, she really saw butterflies. They were two black butterflies, fluttering their wings in the air. Chen Xinlu was stunned. She walked over, but before she could reach out her hand, she heard screams coming from outside.

Dean Shen was also startled, and Shen Xinlu realized that something was wrong.

Black butterflies were flying in the air, but the next moment countless vines emerged from the ground. The thorny vines dragged the two children away in an instant. The life teacher screamed and wanted to come over to grab the children, but the sound seemed to stimulate the vines, and more and more vines appeared.

Shen Xinlu quickly stopped the teacher from shouting, and sure enough, the vines' riots were much less severe, but a child was still dragged away.

Because the children left in the orphanage were all young children, they simply did not have enough physical strength. Four adults each carried three children, and they could only carry away 12. They dragged the children and ran back. When they left the orphanage, they found that the outside world had turned into a sea of vines.

Where the screams and cries came from, vines were entwined like snakes, and blood-red flowers were growing out of the corpses, as if they were flowers growing from the heart.

"Then we heard a voice. I made a decision and followed what the voice said, and we ended up here. The vines didn't come over, so we settled down here temporarily." Chen Xinlu said, "I didn't hear that voice again, and then you came."

Shen Yunzhe nodded, "What do you think the medium is?"

Shen Xinlu knew what a medium was. She had just finished brushing up on her knowledge about the playground.

"Those two butterflies? Or are they these flowers?"

"No." Shen Yunzhe said, "It's the curtain."

"Curtain?" Shen Xinlu was puzzled. "Do we have a curtain here?"

"In the orphanage's classroom," Shen Yunzhe said. "Before we arrived, the authorities investigated the playground and determined it was a movie-style playground. What you're experiencing are changes to the playground itself. In other words, these are things from the movie, and we are in the movie too."

Shen Xinlu's expression instantly turned ugly, "How could I possibly guess that!"

She did hear the voice and followed the instructions of the voice. She also heard a voice similar to a role-playing voice, but she never thought that she was in a movie. She began to understand the importance of Shen Yunzhe's appearance here. He came with clues.

"The announcement after entering the game field will tell you the basic information. There will be information gaps when strange things invade reality, so people in the game field will not be completely ignorant." Shen Yunzhe continued.

"The rules of the game might be related to the two black butterflies, but I'm not sure because this is different from the playground."

Shen Xinlu looked at Shen Yunzhe, she thought for a moment, "Xiaozhe, you are very professional."

"Really?" Shen Yunzhe thought for a moment, "Maybe I've been to so many game arcades that it's almost the same. It's impossible to be unprofessional there."

"That's right." Chen Xinlu smiled, "Then what should we do next?"

"Wait." Shen Yunzhe said, "Everyone wait here. If this is really a role-playing game, there should be a new plot. Following the plot can avoid some trouble, but don't believe the plot completely, sister, you know what I mean."

Shen Xinlu nodded, "I understand."

"One more thing, try not to make loud noises, and try not to get scared when you see something unusual." Shen Yunzhe looked at the child behind him. "Being too afraid will turn you into food in the playground, and you'll die faster."

This is troublesome.

Shen Xinlu also looked back at the children.

Asking a child that young to not be afraid is practically nightmare mode.

Just as the two were thinking about how to make the children quiet down, Dean Shen came over.

"It's okay, just leave them to me." Dean Shen said gently: "I am the best at coaxing children, you two know it."

Shen Yunzhe smiled helplessly, "Dean."

"You haven't been back for a long time." The dean looked at Shen Yunzhe with gentle eyes. "You are the smartest child and have gone the furthest. I always knew that you would be the one with the highest achievements. Xiaozhe, have you found your home?"

Shen Yunzhe's smile faded, "...home."

The dean understood, and he touched Shen Yunzhe's hair as if he were a child, then turned and left, walking among the children to comfort them.

Shen Xinlu looked at him and shrugged, indicating that she didn't say anything.

The director has always known that Shen Yunzhe does not regard the orphanage as his home. Shen Yunzhe has always been precocious. He realized at a very young age that he was different from other children from complete families and that the orphanage was not his home. Because he was vaguely rejected by other children in the orphanage, he had no way of being attached to this place.

He left the orphanage and lived in the school dormitory since junior high school. He worked outside on weekends and rarely came back.

"Actually, I found my parents." Shen Yunzhe said suddenly.

Shen Xinlu was startled. She looked at Shen Yunzhe in surprise, "Really?! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it seems a bit complicated." Shen Yunzhe whispered to Shen Xinlu, "Even more complicated than in the novel."

Shen Xinlu nodded, "Tell me about it."

"My father used to be a high-ranking official, but he was framed and disappeared. My mother was also framed and died, and then I ended up in an orphanage." Shen Yunzhe said briefly, "They only found me now and discovered that I am the missing child of that high-ranking official."

"Is this true? It's like a novel."

"Yeah." Shen Yunzhe nodded in agreement. "It sounds like a joke to me too. I can't imagine it at all."

Shen Xinlu smiled and said, “You still want to go back and check it out, otherwise how can someone like you who has no ambition at all join the official?”

Shen Yunzhe thought that he was not an official at all, and was just borrowing an official identity to make himself look good. However, he did not dare to disobey in front of his sister, so he could only nod slightly and explain the matter to her when it was safe.

Just when Shen Xinlu wanted to say something, Shen Yunzhe suddenly held her down.

"Shh." Shen Yunzhe stopped her from speaking.

Chen Xinlu turned her head to look in the direction where Shen Yunzhe was looking, and the next moment she saw two black butterflies. The butterflies landed on a vine not far away, and a blood-red flower slowly emerged from the bottom of the vine. The flower was large and beautiful, swaying in the wind, but it exuded a disgusting smell of blood.

Everyone in the house smelled the odor, and the two teachers quickly protected the remaining children, looking around nervously.

At this moment, a voice sounded in the ears, and everyone had a different voice in their ears.

After hearing this, Shen Xinlu's expression became strange, and she looked at Shen Yunzhe.

"What did you hear?" Shen Yunzhe asked her.

"The survivors didn't believe the new warriors. They said that warriors and nightmares come together..." Chen Xinlu's face turned grim. "So they drove the warriors away together, like driving the plague out of their safe house."

Needless to say, the identity of the warrior must be Shen Yunzhe.

Shen Yunzhe raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the black butterfly outside the window.

He had also heard the voice just now, which was the same plot prompt as before he came.

"The warrior was driven out of the gathering place by the survivors. He didn't blame them, but only the culprit who caused all this. So the warrior decided to go to the vengeful spirit and question why they had hurt so many innocent people." Shen Yunzhe murmured the plot he had just heard. "He successfully saw the vengeful spirit, but the spirit asked him to ask the people of this town what they had done."

This plot allows Shen Yunzhe to directly face the ghosts in the game field.

"Remember what I said? It's safest to follow the plot." Shen Yunzhe said, "Sister, you are a police officer. You have to judge whether there are any traps in this plot. Sometimes the simplest questions will hide a killer move, which can actually make you safer when facing ghosts."

"I leave it to you."

Shen Xinlu understood Shen Yunzhe's decision. She forced herself to smile and said, "Your sister is a police officer. Don't worry, I will protect the dean and the children."

"I can get out after I finish this movie, and I'll get the medium then. Hang in there."

After making sure that he had explained everything, Shen Yunzhe turned and walked out. He walked out step by step. The dean was a little confused, but after hearing what Shen Xinlu said, he returned to his original place. He just looked at Shen Yunzhe with worry in his eyes. In the eyes of the dean, Shen Yunzhe was still the child who needed worry.

He had never seen such a smart child, nor had he ever seen a child so difficult to assimilate.

Shen Yunzhe could not integrate into the orphanage. He was always quiet and obedient, but that was only because he could not resist. The only extraordinary thing he did was to smash the doll and gain ownership of it. That one thing alone made the director understand that his heart was as hard as steel, and his love was accompanied by destruction.

Because he wouldn't cry, wouldn't ask, and wouldn't even try to beg. He was too determined, too determined to be like a child.

But no matter what, he is the child raised by the dean, and he watched the little boy grow up.

Shen Yunzhe looked back at them, then waved with a smile. He turned and walked to the two butterflies. The black butterflies flew into the air as if startled.

Looking at the two black butterflies, Shen Yunzhe spoke, "Why are you doing this?"

"There are a lot of innocent people here, and a lot of innocent children."

After he finished speaking, two butterflies landed on the red bud. The huge flower trembled cautiously, and its petals bloomed one by one. However, the inner core of the flower was not a yellow stamen, but two foul-smelling rotten corpses.

Shen Yunzhe looked at the two rotten corpses expressionlessly, and his mind spontaneously began to determine how long the corpses had been there.

...This occupational disease is not very healthy.

The black butterfly fell into the petals and melted on the corpse. The next moment, the corpse twitched. Shen Yunzhe watched the two corpses slowly sit up from the petals. They hugged each other like conjoined twins, and stuck their heads out to stare at Shen Yunzhe.

Shen Yunzhe turned his head to look at the small house. Shen Xinlu looked at this side with an ugly expression. The children were surrounded by the teacher and the dean, covering their eyes to prevent them from seeing this bloody scene.

Heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, Shen Yunzhe continued to look at the rotten corpse in the petals.

"Answer me." Shen Yunzhe continued to recite his lines, "Why do you want to hurt people?"

The corpse's fallen eyeballs looked at Shen Yunzhe, and after a long time, it uttered a tone, "Warrior."

"You were kicked out by the survivors, yet you ask us why we did this."

"You should go ask them what they've done." The corpse stretched out its body, and the stench of decay rushed into the dizzy nose. The smell was very strong. "Ask them how many terrible things they have done!"

"They shouldn't be saved!"

Shen Yunzhe didn't get the rest of the lines, so he could only frown and say, "Is there something I don't know?"

"Warrior, go and see, go and ask, and you will always know the answer."

The petals closed again, the corpse returned to the flower, and two black butterflies flew out again. They danced gracefully and quickly flew away.

At this time, Shen Yunzhe got the following plot.

"The warrior decided to investigate what happened in this place. He planned to go to the home of the vengeful spirit and ask the survivors in the north. He had to know what happened."

Survivors of the North, this is not the North.

Shen Yunzhe and Shen Xinlu gestured and turned to leave.

Only after completing this movie will I leave here and get the media, so I must follow the plot and take it slowly.

Unbeknownst to him, more words appeared on the screen, and more and more people joined in the discussion.

This warrior character seems to be very important, as he has come into contact with ghosts.

【He's just a tool to dig out the plot. 】

[This is the worst. It starts out innocent and pure, but then turns evil. I like this kind of plot.]

[Chen Nuo! Go to hell, Chen Nuo!]

[Brother, are you still going crazy? What did he do to you? I'm so lucky to run into someone I know.]

[Chen Nuo is dead! He shouldn't be alive! Why is he here?! Chen Nuo, you will die a miserable death!]

This is completely invisible to us.

[He killed me, he killed the player! Shen Nuo broke the rules of the game and killed someone! Shen Nuo violated the plot setting and ruined the entire movie. He died without a burial place!]

So cool? I like it.

【???】

Are both of the above crazy? Why do they say such weird things? Do you like them? As a viewer, do you have a favorite player?

【I want to watch Shen Nuo die!!】

[I'm so angry. Yes, you can only watch people die. After all, you can't kill people with your own hands.]

[Who is Chen Nuo? He died but didn't become a spectator? ]

[Not all players will become spectators after death. No one understands each other. Only villains like us will stay here.]

Good people would rather their souls be shattered and returned to where they belong after death.