The female journalist cursed silently, shouting at the person still retching on the ground, "Get up and run!"
She watched the creature writhing before her with panic, no longer having the desire to take out her camera to snap pictures; a creature that could silently snatch Elder Huang from the village was not something she believed she could defeat with her meager skills.
Considering the time the Trench Coat Detective had left, it was possible that the creature had passed by them while holding Elder Huang!
If it hadn't attacked before, that meant they weren't its intended prey, and there was no need to be a fool and approach it any further.
Besides, the creature was far too eerie!
It was the first time she had seen a monster that just by glancing at it once, made her feel completely unwell, even slowing down her thought processes.
The female journalist, fighting the nausea, kept her eyes fixed on the monster and quickly backed away a few steps, gently kicking the Trench Coat Detective when she reached his side.
"Wait... I... Urgh!"
The Trench Coat Detective got up, but as he braced his knees, he suddenly retched violently again, and this time, a broken and festering eyeball came out of his mouth!
He was stunned, and so was the female journalist.
Following that, the Trench Coat Detective frantically grabbed his own throat, the revulsion attacking him with renewed fury as he uncontrollably vomited!
Chunks of flesh with fingernails, pieces of internal organs, and foul-smelling blood spewed from his mouth!
The female journalist recoiled in horror, watching the Trench Coat Detective, who looked possessed with eyes rolled back, kneeling on the ground and screaming in agony. In the next moment, something occurred to her, and she quickly looked at the monster that seemed to be rumiating.
How could this be?!
When she had rushed over, she hadn't seen the monster do anything to the detective, but now, it seemed like the man had been contaminated long ago!
The female journalist turned and ran. Although she was willing to save others, she wouldn't sacrifice herself to do so!
...
Midnight, Fields.
The sound of flesh being chewed had stopped; now there was only the continuous retching of a man. The Trench Coat Detective trembled, his hysterical fit seemed as if he was trying to vomit out all his internal organs.
Hiding in the cucumber field, the young girl shook with fear, wanting to look but not daring to: "How did that thing do it?"
She had always played the pure Mutant Script; although she had heard of ghosts and monsters killing in variant scripts, she never imagined it would be like this!
When the female journalist used her phone's light to search just before, the girl also got a clearer view of the creature's face.
The question was, she couldn't draw it at all!
What in the world was this thing?!
Xu Shuo squatted in the fields, squinting his eyes, and said, "It's probably a kind of contamination ability. You can think of it as a virus, like an ancient Evil God."
The Trench Coat Detective's strange behavior just now had etched itself into her heart; this monster, it could contaminate with its attacks!
...
Under the moonlit melon fields, green leaves trembled.
"Shouldn't we take the chance to run?"
The girl was shivering as she glanced towards the direction of the village path, then at the man who was checking the Trench Coat Detective's condition.
Without turning his head, Xu Shuo said, "You can go first, I'll observe a bit longer."
Hearing this, the girl looked hesitant.
She wanted to go but didn't dare, afraid that the noise she made running away would attract the monster, effectively buying time for the man in front of her. And if she couldn't outrun the monster...
Thinking of that outcome, the girl shivered and asked hesitantly, "Can I follow you for a while?"
As Xu Shuo was turning the detective's eyelid, he replied casually, "Sure, but if something really happens later, I'll ditch you just like that female journalist did. Then it'll be about who can run faster."
Girl: "..."
There was no need to put it so bluntly.
After thinking it over, she quietly crouched back down into the melon field.
She might as well just lie there all night without moving.
Xu Shuo, looking at the flesh and blood strewn across the ground, confirmed that the Trench Coat Detective had indeed been vomited to death by him, such a pity.
Indeed detectives tend to court death; this detective didn't even last as long as that detective NPC.
Of course, it's also possible that he was an NPC, too.
While Xu Shuo was reflecting, a system window suddenly popped up in his line of sight, with no text, just an envelope-style window.
He clicked on the envelope, and the flap automatically opened, from which a piece of letter paper flew out.
"Shuo, where has this 'Mutant Script' gotten to? Not finished yet?"
When mentor and student reach early-stage bonding, they have the opportunity to communicate three times in each script. Unexpectedly, the first time was used by her for chatting.
Xu Shuo replied with two characters and clicked confirm. The letter paper returned to the envelope and flew away with little wings.
Xu Shuo: "..."
Interesting design they have here, ha.
The next moment, a "gurgling" noise came from behind him.