LRAB Chapter 107 Re-entering the Script
Chapter 107 Re-entering the Script
There are less than 24 hours left before Lu Dan and his team's script begins.
The phone screen lit up faintly, and the points balance in the upper right corner of the screen showed 1320. This was a huge sum of money, but also money to buy a life.
"Are you going to keep them to breed?" Lu Dan scoffed, tapping his finger lightly on the screen, and went all in on his savings.
According to Ye Jianguo, this type of script is usually set in extreme environments.
Looking at the preview on the card—trapped indoors, awaiting death…
With the addition of the sorting questions involving A, B, C, and D, this is definitely not an open world where you can win by simply running around the map. It's more likely a closed exam room where the survival space is compressed to the extreme.
He needs something darker, more cunning, and more deadly.
Lu Dan opened the store, his finger swiping across the dazzling but wickedly humorous list of products, his gaze precisely locking onto the auxiliary defense section.
First and foremost, you have to stay alive.
In a confined space, once a conflict occurs, it will most likely be a close-quarters fight, whether it's with a human or a ghost.
He needs a piece of armor, a "consumable" item that can be reused repeatedly.
My gaze finally settled on a black vest that looked tattered and worn.
[Props: The old leather vest of a martyr]
[Type: Defensive/Repairable (Pseudo)]
[Description: This was taken from the body of an ascetic who was beaten to death. It is not hard; in fact, it feels soft to the touch. However, it has an extremely high pain tolerance.]
[Effect: Passively absorbs 30% of physical damage and 15% of supernatural damage received by the host.]
[Special Feature: Mending. It can tear, but it can be restored an unlimited number of times as long as you're willing to spend points to buy special fabric or use certain ghost skins for repairs.]
[Note: You can also use your own skin to repair it, hehe, just half each time~]
Price: 500 points.
"Very good defensive equipment." Lu Dan stroked his chin. "It suits my current financial situation perfectly."
Click to buy, and 500 points vanish instantly.
A black vest with a faint musty smell appeared on the table.
Lu Dan picked it up and smelled it; the smell wasn't very good. "820 points left."
Next are skills.
Having already acquired the passive skill of being a night owl, he still needs one more thing in the dark room—sound.
In places unseen, sound is the only antenna and the best guide.
He needs a skill that can interfere with judgment and even create chaos in psychological games.
[Skill: Ventriloquist's Trick]
[Type: Active/Psychological Interference]
[Description: Without moving your lips, your voice can travel in all directions. You can project your voice to any point within a 10-meter radius of yourself.]
[Effect: Creates realistic sound source illusions; with simple props, it can even simulate footsteps and breathing sounds.]
[Restriction: Once every half hour.]
[Note: Are you looking to work part-time as a voice actor for horror movies?]
Price: 500 points.
"Just what I wanted." Lu Dan's lips curled into a wicked smile.
In a cramped, dark space, if someone hears breathing beside them but turns around to find nothing, their psychological defenses will crumble at an exponential rate.
buy.
My balance instantly shrank to 320 points, and I used the rest to buy medicine.
Lu Dan didn't hesitate at all; on set, medicine was his second life.
All 320 points were converted into bottles and jars of various colors: hemostatic spray, potent analgesics, adrenaline, and potent regenerative candy.
The balance has been reduced to zero.
Lu Dan put the leather vest under his shirt, feeling as if he were wearing a new layer of skin.
He then sorted the medications and stuffed them into his overalls pockets, checked the cylinder of his revolver, and found that there were two bullets left.
All is ready except for the opportunity.
He lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes.
One second he was listening to the occasional sound of passing cars outside the window, and the next second the scene changed.
"Tick-tock".
Cold water droplets hit Lu Dan's brow bone, slid down his nose, and flowed into his mouth.
The moment his consciousness returned to his body, Lu Dan's first reaction was that he couldn't move.
His hands were tied behind his back, and his wrists were bound tightly with something like cable ties.
His feet were also tightly bound, and he was lying on his side on the ground.
The second feeling was cold; there seemed to be no heat source here.
Lu Dan adjusted his breathing, forcing his brain to calm down.
Without opening his eyes, he relied on listening first.
Quiet, very quiet.
Then he opened his eyes; it was pitch black.
There was absolutely no light in the room. If it were an ordinary person, they would have gone blind by now, but Lu Dan was not.
Passive skill, Night Owl activated.
A soreness rose deep within my retina, and then the darkness before my eyes turned into a noisy gray.
The world was reshaped in his eyes.
A standard cube-shaped space has a length, width, and height of approximately 4 meters.
The walls, ceiling, and floor are all made of the same material. There are no windows, no vents, and most importantly, no doors.
Lu Dan twisted his body, scanning the entire space from every angle.
The six sides fit together perfectly, smooth and flat, without a single seam to be found.
It's as if he was thrown in before the box was even built, and then a worker outside welded the last panel in, sealing him completely inside.
Escape room?
Lu Dan exhaled a breath of stale air.
He looked down at himself, lying in the very center of the room. And on the ground not far from him, there was a dark red, crookedly written character—丙 (Bing).
A, B, C, D, he is C.
Am I the third to die, or the third to join?
Lu Dan's brain was working at lightning speed. He tried to loosen the straps on his wrists, but they were very strong and tightened the more he struggled.
To conserve his strength, Lu Dan stopped struggling and began to wait.
……
Meanwhile, another dimension of the script world.
The enormous roar was deafening.
Welcome to our company! This is a great waste recycling and reuse center. You are proud employees, and your mission is to create value for the company.
Today's quota: 3000
Those who fail to meet their targets will be transferred to solitary confinement.
Ye Jianguo opened his eyes and was almost blinded by the sight before him.
He was sitting on a row of futuristic but filthy metal benches, wearing a heavy, orange-yellow bodysuit that reeked of machine oil, with a name tag hanging around his neck—[Intern Ye Guo]
Ye Jianguo, holding the heavy helmet, looked around through the mask.
Various incomprehensible dials pulsed wildly, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lay a deep starry sky and a dim, lifeless planet.
"Is this a spaceship?" The farthest place Old Ye had ever been in his life was the border.
This time, they sent him straight to outer space.
"Ye Guo, how long are you going to stand there in a daze?"
A sharp female voice rang in my ear.
Ye Jianguo instinctively stood at attention and said, "Present!"
He turned his head and saw a woman sitting in front of the command platform.
The woman was also wearing protective clothing, but hers was clearly much more advanced, being dark blue, and she was holding an electronic ledger.
Most importantly, this icy face, with its light makeup, appeared even more capable. But those distinct features...
"Call me supervisor." Chen Hua slammed his hand on the table, his eyes like knives.
In that instant eye contact, Ye Jianguo understood the hint of helplessness deep in her eyes.
Ye Jianguo immediately realized what was happening, bent over, and put on a smile: "Yes, yes, Manager Chen Yunyun, I was wrong. I just woke up and my head is still a little fuzzy."
Chen Hua snorted coldly: "You're still far from meeting today's targets. If you don't, the company will throw you into the space debris disposal plant."
"Now grab your shovel and flashlight, and go down there to collect the junk."
Ye Jianguo looked at the small iron shovel, which was only the size of a palm, and then at the storm-ravaged ground outside, and secretly groaned in his heart.
The script is called "Fatal Company," and the name itself sounds ominous.
But he still saluted: "I guarantee I will complete the mission."
……
In another, even more absurd script—"Sadako vs. Dinosaurs"—just the title alone evokes the strong smell of a B-movie scumbag.
At that very moment, in a lush, primeval jungle, a deafening roar shattered the leaves and startled the pterosaur into flight.
"roar!"
The voice was full of domineering power and a hint of doubt.
Da Lu opened his eyes and found that his field of vision had become extremely high, very, very high.
He looked down and saw a huge chest covered with rough green scales, and two pitifully small forepaws hanging in mid-air with nowhere to go.
"Wow!"
Da Lu tried to speak, but what came out was a deep, thunderous roar.
"Gurgle—roar."
He tried to take a step.
"boom."
The earth trembled as a giant claw sank into the soil, leaving a deep footprint.
Its thick, powerful tail swept unconsciously behind it, snapping a large tree in half.
Am I a dinosaur?
Da Lu finally realized that he was now a fully grown Tyrannosaurus Rex in estrus.
That's so cool!
As a man who grew up watching Jurassic Park, Da Lu's excitement at this moment even outweighed his fear.
But the next second, his happiness vanished.
Because in the dense grass directly in front of them, there was an old-fashioned, bulky television set placed in a very conspicuous way.
The TV wasn't plugged in, but the screen was lit up, filled with static and crackling sounds.
Immediately afterwards, a pale hand slowly emerged from the television screen, followed by a white dress with long, disheveled hair and covered in mud.
Sadako is trying her best to climb out.
Da Lu tilted his huge head and blinked his two lantern-like eyes, which was quite awkward.
"roar!"
Da Lu called out tentatively.
Sadako, who had just climbed out halfway, looked up and saw a Tyrannosaurus Rex that looked like a mountain. A hint of confusion even flashed in her venomous eyes.
In an absurd stare-off, an epic showdown transcending species and the supernatural unfolds.
……
The scene cuts back to the suffocating black cube-shaped darkroom, another completely enclosed room.
The room was constructed exactly like the one Lu Dan was in, down to the exact same size.
The difference is that the red letter written on the ground is "B", and the center of the room is empty.
Lin Xiaoxiao sat on the ground with her back against the wall, her hands tightly hugging her knees.
She woke up earlier than Lu Dan. As a thoughtful woman, the first thing she did upon waking was to check her physical condition. Her clothes were intact, she was not injured, and all the props were there.
But her face was ashen, because she heard a series of sounds, a faint rubbing sound coming from above her head.
"Sizzle—sizzle—"
It felt like something sharp was scraping against the metal plate little by little.
Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lip tightly, not daring to make a sound.
She slowly, bit by bit, reached into her coat pocket and grasped a pale yellow talisman.
With nothing clearly visible, she had to face the unknown fears alone.
"Thump!"
A dull thud struck the wall beside them; the sound came from the left wall.
There are people next door.
Lin Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at the left wall where the voice came from, her eyes flashing with light. Who could it be? Which one of A, B, C, or D?
At the same time, Lu Dan, who was tied up in another room, also heard the loud noise.
His bound hands reached down to his lower back, his fingertips touching the cold grip of a revolver...