A Horror Movie with a Bizarre Style

Unlike some video sites that casually rack up tens of billions of views.

Bika Net's view counts were all real. Every view represented one person who had watched the video.

The number of current viewers carried even more weight.

Generally speaking, a video with over 900 people watching online would end up with at least 200,000 total views.

And a video that drew over 900 live viewers within ten minutes of being uploaded.

Either its creator was an Uploader with hundreds of thousands of followers.

Or the video itself was genuinely high quality.

He saw that its total runtime was only a little over ten minutes.

Out of curiosity, Wang Dong clicked into the video.

A narration began:

"Some murders in this world take minutes, while others take hours."

The shaky camera and blurry footage reminded Wang Dong of certain videos he had seen on Penguin Space years ago.

Wang Dong immediately clicked save with lightning speed.

The man's rich, magnetic narration continued:

"But now, this killer has taken years..."

The video unfolded from the killer's perspective. A fat middle-aged man had been backed into a corner, his face twisted with indescribable terror.

And the killer seemed to be holding... a spoon?

This video's creator had a very novel approach.

Lin Chuan's mockumentary-style filming had appeared on Blue Star for the first time.

Wang Dong, who had never seen this kind of technique before, watched with great interest.

"It began with harassment on the street~"

Little Fatty from the opening scene was walking down the road.

The surrounding scenery, passing pedestrians, and moving cars gave Wang Dong an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This scene was too familiar. He saw it every day on his commute.

When he thought of how the killer in the video might be living right beside him.

Even in the middle of summer, Wang Dong felt a chill creep into his heart.

As Little Fatty walked along, someone suddenly struck him hard in the back.

Little Fatty cried out in pain and turned around, ready to argue.

Only to see a Man in Black wearing a cloak, his face deathly pale.

The camera focused on the Man in Black's pale, eerie face. The image was enough to make one's blood run cold.

The Spoon Killer Demon's appearance was the culmination of elements from multiple horror films. Even through the screen, one could feel that cold, sinister aura.

Wang Dong instinctively wanted to hide beneath his blankets.

But that thought quickly vanished.

Because the Man in Black was actually holding up a spoon.

Although the Man in Black's expression was serious and stern, and he clearly looked like a homicidal maniac.

His earnest attitude toward using a spoon as a weapon somehow struck Wang Dong as funny.

At this point, Little Fatty clearly did not take the Man in Black seriously either.

Though this mysterious man's appearance was terrifying, his weapon was actually a spoon.

Even though getting hit with a spoon hurt.

Little Fatty merely thought some lunatic had wandered out from somewhere and was performing bizarre art.

Little Fatty ran, trying to evade the Man in Black's attacks.

But the Man in Black followed after him with coquettish little steps.

Every swing of the spoon struck Little Fatty squarely in the back.

The intense pain made Little Fatty howl without end.

The Man in Black haunted him like a shadow.

Little Fatty had barely made it home and lain on his bed to get some proper rest.

When the Man in Black pushed open the bedroom door and walked in again.

Little Fatty flew into a rage. "Get out of my house! Are you fucking crazy?!"

This damned Man in Black had truly enraged Little Fatty.

At this point, Little Fatty no longer cared whether the man was insane. He got to his feet, ready to teach the Man in Black a lesson.

Of course, it was useless. The Man in Black remained unmoved, and that spoon continued striking him.

Little Fatty collapsed to his knees in pain.

Over the next few days, Little Fatty was constantly tormented by the Man in Black.

He began seeking help everywhere.

He called the police:

"There's a lunatic who's been attacking me nonstop. He's broken into my home again..."

"Send a police car right away, hurry!"

Little Fatty was using an old-fashioned landline, the kind that transmitted sound through wires.

On the other end, the Spoon Killer Demon was cutting the phone line with a crazed expression.

Little Fatty was still speaking to the police:

"Okay, I know it sounds ridiculous, but getting hit with his spoon hurts like hell! And... I..."

The Spoon Killer Demon continued cutting the phone line.

A busy signal sounded from the other end.

After that, Little Fatty sought help everywhere.

In the parking lot, he was beaten.

In the library, he was beaten.

"That freak keeps hitting me with a spoon..."

"He follows me like, oh, he's everywhere... and... he..."

Little Fatty's voice was enough to break the hearts of all who heard it.

His girlfriend held his face tenderly. "Poor baby~"

Little Fatty's voice choked up slightly. "I just want my old life back."

As Little Fatty shaved in front of the mirror, a spoon swung at him, and his razor carved a bloody gash across his face.

As Little Fatty cleaned his ears, a spoon swung at him...

As Little Fatty drank coffee, he saw a spoon and jolted in fright.

Who knew the person holding the spoon was his heartbroken girlfriend:

"You need professional help..."

Little Fatty roared, "Get out!"

Little Fatty went to the doctor's office and showed him the bruises on his chest and lower abdomen.

The doctor looked troubled. "Sorry, but shouldn't these injuries be from self-harm?"

Little Fatty gritted his teeth. "I didn't hurt myself!"

With that, he turned around, revealing dense oval bruises covering his back.

His girlfriend told Little Fatty sadly, "You need proof, Jack."

After being beaten again and again, Little Fatty gradually seized some initiative in pursuing the case.

He used a camera to record the Man in Black attacking him.

He studied the footage carefully.

But the Man in Black's beatings continued nonetheless.

The Man in Black chased Little Fatty from the living room into the kitchen.

Little Fatty broke down. He grabbed a kitchen knife and pointed it at the Man in Black.

"Stay away from me. Stay away from me."

Even with a weapon in his hand, Little Fatty looked utterly helpless. He even seemed on the verge of tears.

But the Man in Black continued closing in relentlessly. Little Fatty held up the knife and plunged its tip into the Man in Black's throat.

The knife pierced the Man in Black's throat, yet Little Fatty's face became even more terrified.

The Man in Black slowly pulled the short blade from his neck. Thick black blood, viscous as crude oil, flowed from the wound.

The Man in Black gripped the blade and pointed it at Little Fatty's face.

Looking at the knife point inches away, Little Fatty's eyes widened in terror.

Little Fatty's eyes filled with tears as he trembled in panic.

But unexpectedly, the Man in Black tossed away the dagger and continued striking Little Fatty with the spoon.

Once, twice, again and again.

Anger, humiliation, and helplessness swept over Little Fatty.

As the Man in Black struck Little Fatty, Little Fatty noticed a strange black square pattern on the Man in Black's wrist.