A Fright! The Mutant Monster Can Blink

From the shriveled monster's throat, squeezed out this dry, northern China accent.

Sing Sing Chow was startled.

That tone, that pronunciation—even after being buried underground for more than half a century, it couldn't hide the deep-seated familiarity.

He glanced at the overturned enamel bowl on the table next to him.

"Gu Qingshan?" Sing Sing asked tentatively in a soft voice.

"When fellow villagers meet, their eyes well up with tears, senior."

"How much suffering did you endure underground to become like this?"

The Pig Butchering Knife in his hand fell naturally to the ground. Just as he was about to strike up a conversation and ask the old man if he wanted to know about the high-temperature allowance and Five Insurances and One Housing Fund benefits of the 749 Bureau, Old Zhou suddenly noticed that the other man's emaciated body was convulsing violently.

"Knife... knife! Don't cut me! No!"

Two tiny hands clung to the disproportionately large head of the water tank, and a piercing scream erupted from it.

"Hey, hey, senior, what's wrong? Don't try to scam me! Calm down, let's talk this out. The organization will help you with any difficulties!"

Sing Sing quickly waved his hand.

"Is it because the dampness here is making your old leg pain worse, making it hard to walk? Let me massage it for you, I guarantee it will improve your blood circulation. If that doesn't work, I'll immediately call Wenxi to weld you a high-tech wheelchair!"

Just then, string music started playing from the hidden loudspeaker in the underground mansion!

The sound was like someone scraping a blackboard with a rusty iron saw.

Sing Sing experienced ear pain and arrhythmia.

"Damn it! Who's playing this creepy music at this hour? Does this place not need to be creepy enough?!"

The monster's body underwent a strange transformation before his eyes; its shriveled torso expanded as if inflated, and the sound of bones reforming filled the air.

In the span of just one or two breaths, it transformed into a tall, slender humanoid figure that reached the ceiling!

The originally cloudy eyeballs disappeared, turning into two pure black circular holes.

They stared at Sing Sing, one tall and one short.

The monster's upper body was as stiff as iron, and its long lower limbs made no alternating stepping movements, sliding directly towards him!

In the blink of an eye, that face with the huge hooked nose was right in front of Sing Sing's nose.

"Roar!"

"Why are you yelling so loudly! Do you think I'm easily scared?!" Sing Sing roared without hesitation, channeling his profound Inner Qi into his right arm.

The Pig Butchering Knife in his hand transformed into a silver flash and struck the monster's shoulder.

"Sizzle!"

Like slicing hot tofu, the monster's entire arm was cleanly and decisively severed.

But before the severed arm could even fall onto the carpet, the granulation tissue at the incision site began to writhe wildly, and the severed arm, like two super-strong magnets, snapped back to its original position!

In the blink of an eye, it reformed into a perfectly intact giant arm, which lunged straight at Sing Sing.

What the heck is that?

Is this some kind of cheat code that grants invincibility?

Since physical exorcisms were ineffective, Old Zhou made the wisest decision in his mind.

Excuse me, goodbye!

Sing Sing turned around and sprinted down the complex corridors of the mansion, covering more than ten steps in one breath before dodging around a dead end in the corridor.

He was just about to catch his breath when he caught a glimpse of the fork in the road ahead out of the corner of his eye.

A blue ghost face is peeking out from the other side of the corner!

Those pure black eyes stared blankly at him.

"Holy crap! You can even teleport?!" Sing Sing was so shocked he almost bit his tongue.

This Blue Oni is truly a bit Shocker, but is this alright...?

"My flesh is sour, it doesn't taste good at all! Why don't we sit down, have a cup of tea, and chat about our life goals instead of fighting and killing?"

Before the other party could slide close, Sing Sing made a run for his life and fled again.

The layout of this mansion is simply inhuman; corridors connect rooms, and rooms are connected to corridors.

The wooden doors were all tightly shut, and it was unclear where they led.

He quickly discovered a fatal pattern.

If you stay in the same corridor for even a short while, this thing will spawn from the blind spot around the corner.

My feet made no sound as they stepped on the wool carpet, but the strange feeling of being watched from behind persisted.

"Is this never going to end?"

"With your stamina, it's a waste that you're not running marathons!"

"Could I ask for a break during halftime to get some water?"

Swearing and cursing, Sing Sing pushed open a half-closed door, looked around, and realized it was still the music room.

As soon as I locked the door, that thing outside started violently dismantling the lock cylinder.

At the critical moment, Sing Sing looked towards the corner of the music room, where a double-door wardrobe stood.

Without the slightest hesitation, he climbed into the wardrobe and closed the door.

"Squeak..."

The door to the music room was pushed open, and a pair of long blue legs slid out of the wardrobe.

"Huff... huff..."

The sound of his breathing pierced through the gaps in the wardrobe blinds and sprayed directly onto Sing Sing's face.

This short moment felt like an eternity.

This purple sweet potato spirit wasn't very bright; after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, those long blue legs turned and glided out of the music room.

Completely bewildered, Sing Sing lingered in the closet for a few more moments.

What's going on?

Can you open the door, but not the wardrobe?

Only after confirming that there was no sound outside did Sing Sing push open the cabinet door and sneak out of the music room.

During his exploration, he discovered that this mansion was actually a bizarre escape room stage.

At the end of the corridor, in the corner of the room...

Hidden everywhere are a large number of jarring combination locks and slider puzzle pieces, and a few bloodstained diary pages are scattered on the ground, giving off a cheap feel reminiscent of a low-quality horror game.

If you're going to conduct human experiments, just do it. Why pretend it's an escape room?

Why bother making so many puzzle games?!

Not excited enough about underground life? Do you really need to do something more exciting?

"I'll have to install a Huarong Path on the toilet doors in the station later, and make life miserable for those who are late."

He groped his way down the corridor and stopped in front of a wall in the study at the end.

A complex combination lock with sliders is embedded in the wall.

Sing Sing pulled out the Ear Pick Probe invented by Da Vinci from his pocket.

"Wenxi, this piece of junk of a thing can actually be used as a master key in a pinch."

He inserted the tip of the probe into the gap of the slider lock and deftly flicked it a few times with his fingers.

"Click!"

A crisp click of a mechanism popping open rang out, and the entire bookshelf wall slid open to both sides, revealing a fully enclosed safe room.

There's no musty smell here, and the air is dry.

It was a hidden monitoring room.

Sing Sing walked in; the room was spotless, without a trace of any living creature having ever been there.

An old-fashioned brass phonograph sits on the control panel.

Next to it is a military-grade safe.

The walls on all sides were densely covered with yellowed sheets of paper.

When Sing Sing got closer, he saw that it was a record of his observations on madness and eating.

Each page records how the monster mutated under extreme stimulation; every line is filled with data written with human lives.

With a sigh, Old Zhou walked to the safe, looked it over for a few moments, then grabbed Pig Butchering Knife and chopped at it.

One second later, Sing Sing ripped the cabinet door off.

Inside the safe were several thick brown paper bags, each sealed with a bright red top-secret blood stamp.

Sing Sing reached out and picked up the top paper bag.

Turning to the back, in the yellowed signature area, there is a cursive but clear signature.

Morikawa Kiyoshi