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Zhu Yan looked around.

After confirming that no thriller creatures were paying attention to him, he relaxed and continued reading.

"[Demon], a type of high-level creature that appreciates humans with desires, feeding directly on human spirit and vitality."

"There are many types of [Demons]. Some have horns on their heads, some wear cloaks, and most of them are transparent."

Fascinating.

Zhu Yan found it novel and read on.

"[Witch] is the medium through which they communicate with humans or other things."

Hmm, this is quite similar to the legends.

"A [Demon]'s trade emphasizes bartering, with both parties being equal."

"They can give you anything you want, such as a baby, gold and jewelry, a youthful appearance, a healthy body, or even lifespan."

Good heavens, it covers birth, aging, illness, death, and wealth.

Seeing this line of text, Zhu Yan felt a little relieved.

This meant that no matter what, as long as he found a [Witch], there was hope for survival!

"Correspondingly, a [Demon] will also take away what you cherish."

"If you want to trade with a [Demon], please find a [Witch] yourself."

"It is worth mentioning that both [Witches] and their cats are very fond of eating humans."

The explanation ended here.

Well, the last line added a supplementary note about the cats that [Witches] liked.

These cats were obviously not the ordinary domestic cats Zhu Yan had initially thought, but more like a kind of thriller creature.

However, compared to being completely clueless, being able to find this out at the first opportunity was already pretty good.

Zhu Yan closed the book and raised his hand to press the crown of his head, trying to calm his nerves.

Tonight, from the [Hall of Mourning] to the [Devouring Villa] instance, his mind had been under high tension.

After boarding the vehicle, the female voice broadcast made him a little uneasy again.

It wasn't until he found the general direction to solve the problem that this tension slightly improved.

After relaxing a bit, a slight headache and weariness washed over his body.

If this wasn't on the [Monster Tram], Zhu Yan figured he would just set an alarm and go straight to sleep.

But he couldn't.

There didn't seem to be any cell phones in the [Carnival Paradise], so setting an alarm would be very conspicuous.

Moreover, sleeping on the [Monster Tram] was too dangerous.

Zhu Yan had to relax his mind as much as possible and took out the tiny typewriter he was holding to examine it.

He then realized that above the handwritten sticker on the bottom of this thing, a line of inscription was engraved.

The engraving was not deep, and Zhu Yan could only read it clearly with the help of reflection.

"Please open here and insert the item or paper that needs to be modified. If the item is too large, please fold it."

Eh?

Zhu Yan fumbled around and finally pressed a very inconspicuous loose spot.

The bottom of the tiny typewriter popped open with a click, revealing a slot inside.

Zhu Yan was startled by this strangely interesting design.

He carefully examined this thing that looked like a card slot and took out his ID card from his inner pocket.

After looking around vigilantly, Zhu Yan stealthily shoved the ID inside.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt the front end of this hard card become as soft as dough.

The next second, the card was forcefully sucked in.

A business card-sized piece of cardboard popped out from the top of the machine, covered with dense writing.

The handwriting was already very old.

Just like that [Lease Contract] and the sticker at the bottom of the typewriter, Zhu Yan found that he could read it.

"Hello, friend who is using my baby!"

...?

What is this? Where is his ID card?

Zhu Yan looked down blankly.

"If a thriller creature uses it, this thing will not pop out."

"So, you must be a player or an existence like us."

Zhu Yan froze.

Not a thriller creature, but an existence like us.

What was this?

What did "an existence like us" mean?

Were there other existences in this world besides humans and thriller creatures?

"Write your city address in the blank space, my deeply fated friend."

"This thing will automatically generate location instructions."

"If you also want to resist the erosion of the [Carnival Paradise], please come to the designated location to find us."

"We welcome those who are destined to join [Fangcun Mountain]!"

"P.S.: I like milk tea, cupcakes, chicken chops, barbecue, cured meat claypot rice, braised pork, pan-fried pork chops, donkey meat sandwiches, tacos, and McDonald's ice cream."

Damn, is this real?

Zhu Yan pulled out the old-looking card and examined it over and over.

Judging from the style of the typewriter and the aging of the ink, The Art Student seemed to be someone from a long time ago.

However, the ink and handwriting of the last line writing about food were very new in comparison, and the foods written were not things that existed in the past, as if they were added later.

So what kind of place was [Fangcun Mountain]?

Being able to write "McDonald's" meant that the other party had a certain understanding of modern human society.

If The Art Student wasn't a thriller creature, what could live that long?

After much deliberation, Zhu Yan took out the quill from the pocket of the [Plague Ghost]'s nightgown and wrote down a very general address: Anwu City.

He didn't know what was going on, but he was curious.

The paper quickly responded, this time with a few simple addresses.

"No. 13 Xiyuan Street, next to the tailor shop."

"No. 25 Moxie Road, beside the old mansion."

"Deepest part of Qifeng Alley, between residential houses No. 38 and No. 37."

"Building C of Xishan University, stairwell."

"Please pay one bone copper coin and say the activation password."

What new thing was this?

Zhu Yan felt curious again.

This "activation password" reminded him of the entry password for the [Hall of Mourning], but what were these addresses?

Beside the old mansion, in the middle, in the stairwell.

What would be in these places?

"Current activation password: Move Forward."

"Please keep this card safe so you can get the latest passwords."

The card fluttered to the ground. Zhu Yan bent down to pick it up and stuffed it together with the [Hall of Mourning] savings card in a place where it definitely wouldn't fall out.

This thing required payment and activation anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to check out the designated addresses first when the time came.

If it really was an existence without hostility towards humans, Zhu Yan might even gain something.

After the card dropped, the typewriter started clacking away again.

From its front end, a brand-new ID card was slowly pushed out!

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The police department had searched the entire quarantine zone.

Several police dogs sniffed back and forth along the path Zhu Yan had taken, but quite uniformly stopped at the intersection, barking furiously at one spot.

The entire villa area was illuminated brightly by powerful flashlights, but the figure the police were looking for was nowhere to be found in any corner.

The surveillance footage of the quarantine zone showed that a faint dark shadow did indeed enter the instance right after Guan En.

However, in the footage from the period after the instance ended, they couldn't even see a blurry shadow, as if this person had never appeared from the very beginning.

No one could figure out what was going on.

The player they had surrounded so tightly had vanished into thin air once again!

"Damn it!" Captain Huang raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. "With things as they are, where could he possibly run?"

The middle-aged man standing beside him shook his head.

"Based on the information we currently have, it is indeed possible that Carnival Paradise teleported him somewhere far away."

"But the probability is extremely low. Usually, it's a localized transmission."

"It's just bizarre," Captain Huang grumbled.

"You don't need to worry too much," the middle-aged man said. "We have already locked down a few areas."

"First thing tomorrow morning, our people will conduct a carpet search, going door-to-door to check identification."

"As long as he is still here, still in this city, he won't be able to escape."