Begging You, Please Let Me Go!

Chen Ge's expression was strange. He recalled the stubborn look in Zhang Peng's eyes and his ferocious expression on the monitor: "This guy is truly a 'god-tier' opponent!"

The sound of things being sliced within the Midnight Escape scenario did not stop just because Zhang Peng had entered. The Mirror Monster likely never expected someone to charge in so straightforwardly.

"I can't keep waiting. I need to see the Mirror Monster enter Zhang Peng's body with my own eyes to be at ease."

Glancing at the monitor to confirm Zhang Peng's location, Chen Ge took the iron chains from the Skull-Crushing Doctor's coat, threw them on the ground, donned the blood-stained coat, and put on the Human Skin Mask.

He tried swinging the iron hammer twice, and a feeling of brutality and evil radiated from him.

Why does it feel like I'm the biggest villain here?

After grabbing the keys and his phone and tucking the ragdoll into his chest, Chen Ge walked out of the monitoring room, gripping the extremely bloody-looking iron hammer.

Inside the Midnight Escape scenario, Zhang Peng felt the knife in his hand growing heavier. He had prepared for this day for a long time, but who could have known that man proposes but God disposes? An accident had occurred the moment he stepped inside.

It was already past one in the morning; a normal person would certainly be in their bedroom even if they weren't asleep. He had been excited for a long time after seeing the staff lounge sign earlier, and it took a great effort to calm his mood.

He kept suggesting things to himself, stoking the hatred in his heart, until he finally steeled his nerves and broke through the door.

After rushing into the lounge, he slashed wildly at the bed. He used so much force that he even injured himself.

The blade was stained with blood, but when he saw clearly that there was no one on the bed and the only blood on the sheets was his own, his heart was filled with nothing but resentment and frustration. His murderous intent grew even stronger, his reason completely incinerated by rage.

"Destroying Ping An Apartment, framing Juan and sending her to prison—you meddlesome bastard, I'm going to kill you!" The more Zhang Peng thought about it, the angrier he became. He listened to the slicing sounds in the building, which felt like flies buzzing in his ears, making his mood increasingly irritable.

He gripped his knife tightly and moved closer to the source of the sound, treading carefully the entire way to avoid being discovered.

"I'm very close now, on this floor!" Zhang Peng poked his head out from the stairwell. He had no lighting tools, so he kept his body pressed against the wall as he entered the third-floor corridor.

"This Haunted House is filled with yin energy, and the layout is as complex as a maze. Once I finish him off, I'll just find a place to hide the body; it'll probably take outsiders ten days or half a month to find it." The corners of his mouth curled up, and he felt his current smile must look quite cruel.

"The sound is right ahead! But I'm curious, why is this guy not sleeping in the middle of the night and running around in a Haunted House? Repairing props overnight?" Zhang Peng bent his waist, relaxed his body, wrapped his wound with his long sleeve, and approached slowly while clutching his knife.

At the end of the third-floor corridor, right at the main entrance of the Midnight Escape scenario, Zhang Peng saw a blurry black shadow.

The figure stood in the center of the main entrance, holding something and scratching away at the door.

"Strange, why isn't he turning on the lights?" Only when he reached the front did Zhang Peng realize something was wrong, but he didn't dwell on the reason; his brain was flooded with the pleasure of revenge.

The air grew heavy as never before. He slowly raised the knife above his shoulder, his body like a fully drawn bow, the tip of the blade aimed at the black shadow ahead.

"Go to hell!"

Launching a full-speed assault, Zhang Peng's face twisted as he thrust the sharp knife fiercely into the black shadow!

An excited smile had already appeared on his face, but it vanished in less than a fraction of a second.

The sharp knife passed directly through the black shadow's body—he had missed!

The massive momentum caused Zhang Peng to slam headfirst into the door, nearly throwing out his back.

"What the hell?!"

Zhang Peng could not accept this result no matter what.

He scrambled up from the ground, slashing wildly at the air: "Where is he? Where is he!"

After exhausting his strength to vent the fury in his heart, a feeling he had never experienced before began to grow within Zhang Peng.

"I clearly saw a black shadow standing here with its back to me! I couldn't have been wrong!" Zhang Peng no longer cared about exposing himself; he took out his phone to illuminate the surroundings. The wooden door was covered in dense, crisscrossing scratches, and several sharp-edged mirror fragments lay on the ground: "These were all left by that shadow. I am one hundred percent certain someone was standing here just now!"

If someone was standing here, why did they disappear in the blink of an eye?

Zhang Peng shivered inexplicably. The rage in his heart had been extinguished, and he looked at the deathly silent corridor, feeling at a loss.

"A person can never just disappear suddenly, unless... that wasn't a person." His Adam's apple bobbed. The light from his phone could not bring him the slightest sense of security; instead, it made him even more panicked, as if monsters were hiding in every place the light couldn't reach.

"The Haunted House owner isn't human! There really are ghosts in this Haunted House!" Zhang Peng's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the hand holding the knife was soaked. Revenge and murder were all forgotten; he turned and ran, thinking only of escaping this godforsaken place immediately.

He ran faster and faster with his phone in hand, completely failing to notice that the angle of the safety door at the stairwell was different than before.

"I'll deal with revenge later; I can't stay in this place." Clutching his arm, Zhang Peng had just entered the stairwell when a black shadow from behind the door slammed into him.

"Crack!"

The sound of bone shattering was clearly audible. Zhang Peng stared at his limp, numb right hand, his brain feeling as if it had crashed.

"Sorry, I missed the mark." Chen Ge stepped out from behind the door, the cruel and terrifying Human Skin Mask twisting into various horrific expressions as he spoke: "I was actually aiming to shatter your shoulder blade."

His tone was calm, as if he were discussing a trivial matter. Zhang Peng looked at Chen Ge behind the door and felt a sensation of suffocation!

Why are you being so fierce! I'm the one who's supposed to be the murderer!

Zhang Peng actually wanted to try and resist, but the moment his eyes swept over the forty-centimeter-long iron hammer with blood grooves in Chen Ge's hand, his hand holding the knife refused to obey him.

The hammer has blood grooves, and the handle looks like a human spine! Are you afraid people won't know you're a serial killer?!

Without giving the other party more time, Chen Ge swung the iron hammer again toward Zhang Peng's thigh. He needed someone who had lost the ability to resist to serve as a container for the Mirror Monster.

"Bang!"

The stair railing was bent by the sheer force. Zhang Peng dodged it by a hair's breadth. With one hand bleeding and the other fractured, he no longer dared to resist; he even threw away his knife and ran frantically toward the floor below.

"With such a timid heart, who gave you the courage to come and visit my Haunted House alone?"

Clutching the iron hammer, Chen Ge followed closely behind. With one chasing and one fleeing, they returned to the first floor of the Haunted House.