This Was All Part of the Plan
At that moment, everyone felt as if a barrier had been lifted from their sight.
The Group Three leader stared blankly at the last white-faced man lying on the ground, looking perfectly normal under the camp lights and firelight.
It was—no, it was him—a middle-aged man wearing a black protective suit, with red armbands on his shoulders, and covered in bullet holes.
The man was covered in blood, and when he lay on the ground, he almost instantly stained that small patch of ground red.
He moved slightly, struggling to lift his bullet-pierced cheek with his last bit of strength. His unfocused pupils could not conceal the despair and grief on his face.
"Why... why...?"
Why?
The group leader of Group Three doesn't know why!
He was even more devastated than Wu Runhao. The people in Group One were fine, originally nothing had happened, but he, along with Group Three Group Four, had shot through all the members of Group One!
"Doctor!!!" Wu Runhao's urgent shout came from beside him.
The medical team was the first to shake off their shock and filed out. It wasn't just the one who entered the camp; there were many Group One of members ten meters, twenty meters, and even further away.
Yu Xing finally experienced firsthand how terrifying the Dead Spirit Island was.
The Dead Spirit Island becomes unpredictable and dangerous after nightfall.
It knows all too well how to make humanity consume itself, kill each other, how to destroy human confidence, and how to plunge humanity into despair.
None of the people in that Group One survived.
There were thirteen in total: ten team members, one Doctor, and two cameramen. No one was missing.
The people in the camp had no idea what the Group One had gone through in the jungle that caused such a long delay, and why all their weapons were damaged and unusable.
All they knew was that just as Group One was running back to camp at full speed, believing they were safe, the camp delivered the fatal blow.
They're all dead.
All the members were riddled with bullets, their expressions a mixture of resentment, confusion, anger, and despair.
[The prophet is ruthless...]
[The prophet? What does the prophet have to do with this? Isn't he on the ship?]
[I'm back from the other livestream. Apparently, when Group One Group Two set off in the afternoon, the Prophet used the excuse of feng shui research to approach Group One, who was on a closer route, and used his sacrificial ability to damage their weapons.]
[He suspects there are deducers in the Group One, right? Damn, indiscriminate attack!]
[The prophet's true identity is that of a paranormal researcher.]
[This is definitely Fallen Path... thank goodness it's dangerous!]
[Not necessarily, I think it's fortunate that we had a backup plan]
No matter how enthusiastically the comments section is filled with discussion, the participants in the simulation won't see it.
The roar of the Group Three leader echoed throughout the camp, but no one dared to tell him to be quiet at that moment, not even Wu Runhao.
He is a leader with a strong ability to regulate his emotions, and he has already calmed down.
Due to his poor decision-making, Group One suffered a devastating blow, and what's worse, Group Three Group Four slaughtered their comrades, leaving them all with a lingering sense of unease.
Don't assume that soldiers are cold-blooded just because they kill a lot of people.
The blood on their hands should always belong to the enemy, not to their comrades or brothers.
The four groups of the Armed Unit knew each other, and many of them were comrades who had fought side by side in other places.
Wu Runhao allowed them to vent their anger, but work had to continue the next day.
Yu Xing listened to the mournful cries of the Armed Unit, watched the recorded video, and then went to Wu Runhao's tent, where he saw Wu Runhao smoking.
He said, "Brother-in-law, I now know how terrifying the Dead Spirit Island is."
Wu Runhao chuckled, his voice hoarse. "Regretting coming, aren't you?"
"No regrets, brother-in-law." Yu Xing knew Wu Runhao's feelings were complicated, and he certainly wasn't there to comfort him.
To him, the people in the simulation were either NPCs or ghosts.
At most, they are humans living in another world, and we will never have any further contact with them.
He had no spare compassion; he couldn't give it to Wu Runhao or anyone else. He was there to carry out the plan.
"Brother-in-law, during the battle just now, one of the researchers came out of the tent," Yu Xing said.
He never let his guard down around the other strategists; whenever the plot took a turn for the worse, that was the perfect opportunity for a strategist to slip up.
"Oh? Did he do something?" Wu Runhao asked, uninterested.
Yu Xing blinked. "He disguised himself as a medical worker, rushed up to move the bodies of Group One members, and even secretly took a bite."
"What!?" This news came without cause or explanation. Wu Runhao was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fang Xiaoyu nervously, "Are you still hallucinating? Did you see the cigarette in my hand? What is it to you? A knife?"
"No, brother-in-law, I'm serious." Yu Xing on a pained expression, which added a touch of credibility to Fang Xiaoyu's usually carefree words.
"I watched the videotape. After the hallucinations disappeared from our minds, the images preserved in the camera were normal, perfectly reproducing Group One events..." He paused, seemingly reluctant to bring it up again, "So, I believe that at least what the camera recorded is true and credible."
"After their bodies were brought back to camp, I was so shocked that I forgot to turn off the camera, and someone bumped it and knocked it askew, so it was pointing right at the medical team. I just watched the footage and realized there was an extra person on the medical team."
"If you doubt that what I saw was a hallucination, we can watch the video together tomorrow during the day. That person really ate it. I feel something's wrong with him; either he was influenced, or he was replaced by some kind of ghost."
[????]
[6666]
[This was all planned in advance.]
This was a resounding victory.
[It's unclear who accidentally bumped into him; he noticed the Ghoul when he saw the medical team's numbers were off, and deliberately pointed the camera at Ghoul!]
[This means he remembers what the Ghoul look like, and only by memorizing the faces of everyone in the medical team could he instantly identify who the extra one was.]
He has really good eyesight.
[Also has a good memory]
[Am I the only one wondering why the Ghoul rushed in? To self-destruct?]
[You don't know, Ghoul have this disease; they need to eat raw meat every day, especially the dead. If they don't eat it, their bodily functions will decline. He's probably been waiting for chaos for a long time.]
The Ghoul was unaware of what was happening inside Wu Runhao's tent. He wiped his mouth contentedly and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
He did have this condition; no matter how much normal food he ate, he would never feel full, but a single bite from a corpse was enough to satisfy his appetite for the entire day.
He only took a bite quietly, and no one would notice. He waited until Wu Runhao ordered the cameras to be turned off before he made his move.
The fact that medical and laboratory personnel wore identical uniforms gave him an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
No one will find out.
Moreover, he could smell the ghostly aura on Long Zhou, which seemed to have been used in a sacrificial ceremony.
Long Zhou hadn't participated in the battle, but unfortunately, while he and the rest of the medical team were carrying the bodies back to the camp, Long Zhou came to mourn the dead.
There was also someone in the medical team who had the aura of having used a sacrifice, but unfortunately, his face wasn't clearly visible. However, the Ghoul were now certain that Long Zhou was a predictor, and there was also a predictor in the medical team.
There's a one-in-half probability that at least one of these two people is the one he's looking for.
Luck, or nightmare.