Restrictions

Restrictions

The following night.

The drugged Granny Wang and her husband had fallen asleep. They would surely head to the outhouse in the middle of the night due to physical discomfort.

As instructed.

Han Dong only needed to keep an eye on the team members and make sure they stayed in their rooms all night.

In fact, Han Dong did not even need to remind them. None of them would dare go out to use the toilet in the middle of the night.

Especially after the bald De Leon had "disappeared" last night.

Whatever physical needs they had, everyone would find a way to deal with them in their own rooms.

Han Dong only needed to get a good night's sleep, stay Full of Spirit, and survive until tomorrow.

However... the night was far from peaceful.

Tap, tap, tap~

Footsteps, sometimes near and sometimes far, wandering through the corridor, sounded once more.

When Han Dong woke with a start beneath the covers.

By the light of the large red lantern, he looked through the round glass window in the door and saw a woman in red standing outside, her black hair hanging loose.

The newspaper that had been pasted over the door as a cover had fallen off on its own.

Unlike last night.

The woman was no longer pacing back and forth. She stood perfectly still at the doorway, staring straight at Han Dong inside the room.

Beneath the ends of her disheveled black hair, a pair of eerie red lips could vaguely be seen.

This was not Chen Li.

Since he already knew about the "revenge" plan beforehand.

Chen Li had to be lying in wait in the bathroom right now. It was impossible for her to appear on the second floor of the bungalow... Naturally, the one standing at the door was the evil spirit from this incident.

Screech, screech, screech!

A sharp sound shattered the silence of the night.

The woman dragged her sharp fingers across the surface of the door.

If it had been anyone else, they would surely have screamed in terror.

Even Han Dong, who had died once before, could not remain completely unafraid. Beads of sweat the size of peas rolled down his forehead... Cold Sweat had already soaked his back.

Yet Han Dong's expression did not change. He simply lay on the bed, staring at the woman outside the door... If she tried to break in, Han Dong would immediately use the tentacle ability attached to the Faceless One's Head and attempt to fight back.

Time passed second by second.

The two simply maintained Eye Contact... Gradually ignoring the sound of nails scraping the door, Han Dong waited until the woman finally left.

In an instant, the Heavy Pressure and Sense of Danger that had engulfed his entire body vanished without a trace. His intuition told Han Dong that the evil spirit probably would not come looking for him again tonight.

After sleeping for a full five hours, coupled with such a terrifying fright, Han Dong was no longer sleepy at all.

Staring at the ceiling, Han Dong's mind once again began its habitual analysis.

"A burly man like the bald De Leon did not even have the chance to make a sound before the evil spirit woman made him disappear... Logically speaking, the evil spirit is fully capable of killing all of us at night.

Why doesn't she do that?

Does she simply want to scare and toy with us, waiting until the final moment to strike... Or is there such a thing as 'restrictions'?"

"Restrictions."

The moment Han Dong thought of those two words, he immediately got up, took out the ballpoint pen and notebook he had bought, and hurriedly wrote them down.

"Right now, I cannot understand the purpose behind Destiny Space.

But broadly speaking, it should be meant to 'screen' Ordinary People, granting exceptional individuals all sorts of enhancements, perhaps even supernatural abilities.

Destiny Space cannot possibly send us into a dead end just to die. It must give us a chance to escape alive... This also explains why the evil spirit cannot simply kill all of us.

Since we are subject to 'only being allowed to move within a five-hundred-meter radius of the manor' and 'not being allowed to stay in the same room at night,' such 'restrictions.'

Could this 'evil spirit' also be subject to similar 'restrictions'?

For example, perhaps she cannot forcibly enter our rooms?

Or perhaps she can only attack people whose Fear Value has reached a certain level?

Or perhaps she can only kill one person within a set period of time?

Mm... There is a strong possibility that restrictions exist."

Before his death, Han Dong had also been accustomed to lying in bed and thinking... The quiet night and comfortable mattress often allowed him to come up with experimental methods and approaches to problems that he would never have thought of while sitting in the laboratory.

"If I can safely get through tonight, half of this incident's time limit will have passed... During the remaining thirty-six hours, I must find and verify the evil spirit's restrictions as much as possible.

Once they are confirmed, our survival rate will rise dramatically."

Han Dong remained lying in bed the entire time, until dawn arrived.

However.

What Han Dong encountered also happened to the other members of the team.

Aside from Edward, who remained relatively calm.

The others were far less composed when they made Eye Contact with the evil spirit through the glass window.

Of the two girls, one was Startled into screaming in the corner, while the other crouched in a corner and trembled... As for Newsboy Herbert, his reaction was somewhat different.

Having suppressed his fear all this time, he could no longer endure it and committed an extremely irrational act.

"No! A flimsy Wooden Gate definitely can't stop an evil spirit... I have to escape."

Unable to stop his calves from trembling, Herbert put on his Backpack, opened the window, and jumped down from the second floor... With his fairly good physical condition, he landed easily and took out a flashlight to inspect the outside of the bungalow.

Just as Herbert jumped from the building, the Woman at the door stopped scraping the Wooden Gate with her nails, and the Corner of the Mouth curled upward slightly.

"I need to find the captain! He will definitely have a way."

Newsboy Herbert did not dare run around in the wilderness in the middle of the night... The only lifeline he could think of was Edward.

Keeping close to the bungalow wall, Herbert carefully made his way around to the Front Yard. Using the flashlight, he confirmed that the Woman outside his room had disappeared and that the second-floor corridor was empty.

Tua~tua. (The sound of chopping pork.)

At the same time, he vaguely heard Some Kind Of chopping sound coming from the outhouse several dozen meters away.

In a moment of crisis like this, the mind could easily connect scattered pieces of information at random.

Herbert became convinced that someone had already been killed in the outhouse. Seizing the opportunity, he wanted to rush upstairs and reunite with the captain.

Who would have thought...

As he rushed up to the corner of the stairwell, his body suddenly froze, forcing him to stop.

At the corner stood a Woman facing the wall.

The sight made Both Legs tremble, and Herbert's thoughts fell into chaos...

"Sa—"

Just as he finished the "S" sound, ten mud-caked fingernails covered Herbert's face. An irresistible force dragged him back into one of the rooms on the second floor.

The next day.

When Chen Li and Da Qing had finished preparing breakfast and everyone gathered in the first-floor hall.

Da Qing brought over fried egg noodles and said with a smile:

"You four slept well last night, right?

Granny Wang and her husband's car was repaired, and they left One Hour ago... Whatever else you want to film, my sister and I will do our utmost to cooperate."

At the words "you four" from Da Qing's mouth, the team members' bodies trembled.

Half of the incident's time limit had passed.

The original six-person team had been reduced to four... And the latter half might be even more dangerous.