Who Was the Most Terrifying Urban Legend?! (Third Update)

"Caw!"

In an instant, countless crows burst out of Zhang Ze's body. Zhang Ze himself seemed to vanish, with half his body entirely composed of a circling flock of crows.

Countless pitch-black eyes swept across every corner of the room.

Zhang Ze saw everything inside the room clearly.

Any trace of haunting was impossible to escape Crow's Vision.

However.

Zhang Ze saw nothing.

"This thing only exists within the video."

"We're in the same time, but different spaces."

"There's no door inside the Police Station. This is a supernatural incident caused by another piece of Lost Media, but it's even more dangerous than Behind the Door. Even Chen Ge from the Third Ward era might capsize in the gutter if he came here."

Zhang Ze reached his conclusion.

The figure in the video took a step back. The crows passed through his body, and Zhang Ze stared at his physique. He looked very much like Master Guan.

But his full face was not visible.

Given the half-face that had appeared in the video earlier, Zhang Ze did not dare let his guard down and had already made thorough preparations.

The crows flew everywhere.

Countless noisy, bizarre cries filled the room.

Just as one crow attempted to fly out through the doorway, its wings instantly snapped. It turned into a lump of black, viscous liquid and fell to the floor with a splat.

The image seen through Crow's Vision was exactly the same as when the previous crow had died.

Zhang Ze looked toward the door.

The door stood completely open. The hallway outside stretched as far as the eye could see, entirely submerged in darkness so deep one could not see their own hand. Waves of chill seeped down the corridor into the Technical Department's room, and it felt as if an invisible pair of eyes was staring at Zhang Ze from within the darkness.

Someone else might have hesitated.

Zhang Ze did not hesitate in the slightest.

He stepped directly out the door with one foot.

Death?

What a joke! Zhang Ze had already died once in the World in the Painting. After reviving, he had stolen the supernatural powers of Lingling, the Red-Clothed Vengeful Ghost. Even he himself did not know whether he counted as living or dead.

He was not afraid of death at all!

The moment half his foot tried to cross the doorway, Zhang Ze felt resistance, as if an invisible wall of air were blocking his way.

He continued releasing crows.

Three crows formed an arrowhead formation and attempted to force their way out.

"Caw!"

"Caw, caw!"

Three sharp, miserable cries rang out.

The crows died immediately.

Zhang Ze tried leaving through the door again, only to discover that while it looked completely open, the middle was tightly blocked. No matter how hard he pushed, it felt as though something invisible stood in the doorway.

When he returned to the computer and looked again,

Zhang Ze fell silent.

"Master Guan" in the video was now standing motionlessly in the doorway like a statue, completely blocking the exit.

No matter what Zhang Ze tried, he could not leave the room because this thing was blocking the door.

"If I draw a door, can you block that too?"

Zhang Ze immediately began drawing a Cellar on the floor.

Normally, a Cellar led to a basement or somewhere like a sewer pipe. But the Cellar Zhang Ze drew was naturally modeled after the one created in the World in the Painting, directly leading to the World in the Painting.

"Hm?"

After finishing it, Zhang Ze froze.

The Cellar had indeed taken shape.

But when he stepped onto it, he discovered that it was not connected at all.

It was as if his connection to the World in the Painting had been severed by some unseen force. Although Zhang Ze could still use Lingling's power, he could not leave the room through conventional means.

"Again?"

"You filmmakers really do love locking people inside enclosed spaces."

Zhang Ze narrowed his eyes.

This was not his first time encountering such a scene. It had been the same at Speed Net Cafe last time. Speed Net Cafe had likely suffered the same situation as West City Police Station.

It was just that West City Police Station had become the Surface World in reality and the Otherworld in the video. Speed Net Cafe, meanwhile, had been divided into the Surface World during the fire and the sealed-off Otherworld.

That gave Zhang Ze some ideas.

He had always thought Lost Media had no pattern.

But now, at least one thing could be confirmed: Lost Media was absolutely created by certain people for certain purposes.

The seemingly unrelated videos had internal connections.

The situation before him possessed two characteristics: "Predictive Nature" and "Sealed Nature," corresponding exactly to the "Sealed Nature" of Lost Media No. 021 and the "Predictive Nature" of Lost Media No. 012.

After obtaining the Horror Art Talent, Zhang Ze had gained a deep understanding of this method of creation.

When artists created works, even if their styles differed, certain materials would inevitably be reused between them.

If that was the case, then as long as he watched enough Lost Media, he could grasp the rules behind their creation and perhaps even follow the trail to find the mastermind behind it all.

"Well, the urgent matter is getting out of here."

"Since you think I'm an easy target and want to trap me..."

"Then let's see who's the most terrifying urban legend!!"

Zhang Ze sneered.

At the same time, Behind the Door of Zhang Ze's Haunted House in New Century Amusement Park.

Deep in the forest, inside a Tree Hole.

Li Yang, who had been resting, suddenly woke up. He shook Old Zhou, who was snoring in the bed beside him. "Listen. That's the sound of crows."

"The crows are restless."

The two walked out of the Tree Hole. Before their eyes was a flock of crows that blotted out the sky, like a formation of bombers occupying the heavens during wartime, emitting thunderous cries.

The entire forest had already been dimly lit, with no distinction between day and night.

At that moment, amid the cries of countless black crows, it completely sank into boundless darkness.

Inside the small wooden cabin.

A person who looked very much like a corpse.

Lay on the ground, and one of his fingers twitched.

"Heh..."

"Hehehehe..."

"Chen Ge, you ran into danger too?"

"You trapped me in this sunless hell, and now even you have encountered danger??"

"I want to live. I want to live. I want to kill you. I want you to die even more horribly than that family at Fuan Apartments!!"

Supported by terrifying willpower, this strange man rose to his feet again like a decaying zombie, with sickening madness accompanying his movements. Beside his hand lay a bloodstained chainsaw.

The forest lake.

Lingling's figure slowly emerged.

"Caw?"

"Caw..."

The lake was completely dyed black by the liquid, like a massive ink basin. The Black Water boiled and gradually took on some strange forms. Peculiar buildings rose one after another from the lake.

Courtyards, vehicles, stone pillars, rooms...

This was... West City Police Station.

When Zhang Ze obtained the Horror Art Talent, he had considered something.

He had acquired Lingling's artistic talent, as well as Lingling's creative dead hands. He possessed one hundred percent of Lingling's supernatural powers.

But that did not mean Lingling herself could not paint.

Though Lingling had died and become a ghost,

at her core, she was also the master of the World in the Painting. She could paint as well, and she painted with even greater ease.

It was only because Zhang Ze had taken her hands that she was forced to obey his commands. Setting that aside, Lingling was still a Red-Clothed Vengeful Ghost, still the ruler of this door!

Furthermore, she was painting in the world Behind the Door, where she could receive the world's enhancement.

Gradually, a "West City Police Station" that differed slightly from reality but retained its basic features came into being atop the forest lake.

At the same time.

West City Police Station.

Technical Department.

As though he sensed something approaching, "Master Guan" in the video instinctively took half a step back. A trace of confusion appeared on the face submerged in shadow.