novelraw Chapter 185: One wave subsides, another rises.
Chapter 185: One wave subsides, another rises.
Lin Feng swung his baton first, the baton whistling through the air as it slammed into number 103's back.
"laugh--!"
The moment they made contact, it was like a branding iron being plunged into cold water; a plume of white smoke mixed with the stench of burning rose up.
Number 103 let out a blood-curdling scream.
Vassim charged toward Carnivorous Monster Number 201 and struck it on the shoulder with his club.
A charred burn mark immediately appeared on the carnivorous monster's bluish-gray skin. It roared in pain, rolled to the ground, and was no longer as ferocious as before.
On the other side, Evelyn and Anna attacked simultaneously.
When the baton touched the flaking skin of Officer 107, the fragments turned to ashes instantly, as if licked by flames.
The rag doll in the arms of officer number 218 let out a mournful cry like that of a living infant the moment it was struck by the police baton, and then went limp.
The four stratagems began to retreat.
Lin Feng seized the opportunity and bit the whistle into his mouth—
A sharp, continuous whistle resounded throughout the stadium.
"Scatter! Scatter immediately!"
This time, the whistle no longer provoked a counterattack; instead, it resonated with the intimidation of the blood stick, like an inviolable military order.
The four ghosts, filled with terror and pain, scattered in disarray, staggering back to their original corners.
Crisis resolved!
[Scenario complete: The disturbance was successfully dispersed; no one was injured.]
Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his face slightly pale.
Energy Level: 20/60
In reality, less than a minute had passed.
Wasim, still holding his whistle, looked anxiously at Lin Feng: "How about it? Should I blow it?"
Lin Feng took a deep breath: "No. Listen to me, everyone, bite your fingers and smear the blood on your batons."
"What?" Wasim was stunned.
"No time to explain. Trust me." Lin Feng's eyes brooked no argument. "Execute immediately."
After saying that, he bit his index finger first and smeared the blood on the baton. Faint red lines immediately appeared on the surface of the baton.
This is exactly the same as what we saw in the simulation.
Without further hesitation, Wasim gritted his teeth and bit his own finger until it bled.
Evelyn and Anna, though confused, immediately did as instructed.
"Now, come with me."
Lin Feng gave a low shout, still maintaining a back-to-back position with Evelyn. The two formed a two-sided battle formation, holding blood-stained police batons, and quickly moved sideways towards the center of the field.
Almost simultaneously, Wasim and Anna pressed their backs together, moving towards the center in unison.
The four strange entities have gathered, and their auras have begun to intertwine—everything is just as predicted.
"Let's do it!"
Lin Feng was the first to rush out, his baton whistling through the air as it slammed into the back of officer number 103.
"Sizzle—!"
The moment they made contact, a pungent white smoke rose up.
Number 103 let out a piercing scream, and black liquid gushed from its eyes like a spring, but it was no longer an attack, but a painful spasm and struggle.
Wasim charged straight at Carnivorous Monster Number 201.
"Eat this!" he roared, slamming his blood-stained baton heavily onto the other man's shoulder.
"Awooo—!" The carnivorous monster roared deafeningly, its bluish-gray skin instantly turning black, and its massive body staggered backward.
His eyes no longer held a greedy appetite, but rather an instinctive fear of the burning pain.
Evelyn has her sights set on number 107.
The eerie peeling of skin was pasting pieces of pale human skin onto the arm of woman number 218.
Without hesitation, Evelyn's baton struck him precisely in the left temple with lightning speed.
"Ughhhhhh!"
Head number 107 shuddered violently, and the scalp at the temple instantly charred, smoked, and sizzled, with a foul, black odor escaping from the wound.
Anna then swung her stick at woman number 218.
The woman knelt on the ground, softly chanting to the rag doll in her arms.
Dark red bloodstains had seeped from the doll's button eyes.
But Anna's target wasn't her—the baton spun in mid-air and smashed hard into the doll!
"Whoaaaaah—!"
A truly heart-wrenching cry, like that of a baby, burst forth from the doll's body.
It writhed wildly in Anna's hands, and its sewn-up mouth suddenly tore open, revealing a mouthful of tiny, sharp teeth as dense as shark teeth.
The blood-stained baton, like a red-hot branding iron, pressed down on it firmly.
Within seconds, the doll's struggles abruptly ceased, scorch marks spread, and it eventually reverted to a dirty, worn-out, and lifeless ordinary doll.
The woman let out a heart-wrenching scream, grabbed it tightly, curled up on the ground, and trembled uncontrollably.
Just as the four strange creatures were severely injured and plunged into chaos, Lin Feng put the whistle into his mouth.
"Beep—! Beep beep—!"
A sharp, rhythmic whistle rang out, creating a double deterrent effect in conjunction with the blood-stained batons in the hands of the four officers.
"Scatter! Scatter immediately! Return to your positions!"
This time, the whistle didn't anger them; instead, it seemed to help them scatter with the baton, and the four strange figures fled in terror.
Number 103 covered his face and stumbled towards the edge of the field, leaving a trail of black slime on the ground.
Carnivorous Monster No. 201, dragging his shackles, huddled in the farthest corner, shivering and hugging his injured shoulder;
Number 107 shrank back to his previous position, no longer daring to tear at his skin;
The woman, number 218, clutched the lifeless rag doll tightly, crouched down against the high wall, and curled herself into a ball, revealing only her terrified eyes.
The whole process took less than a minute.
The crisis is temporarily over.
Lin Feng's chest heaved as he looked down at the nearly dried and darkened bloodstains on the police baton.
The other three also withdrew from their attack stances, their faces a mixture of shock and unbelievable joy.
The rules only said to blow a whistle to drive them away, but who would have thought that the real method was to smear your own blood on them and get a good beating from the monsters first.
—As expected of Lin Feng.
Although no one knows how he learned about this method, perhaps it was a clue Vivian revealed last night, or perhaps he pieced together the truth from some detail himself.
But at this moment, the result trumps everything!
The three men exchanged glances briefly, silently confirming the same thought:
Follow Lin Feng, and you'll have a chance to survive!
........................
The prisoners behaved themselves for about ten minutes.
The long-awaited sunlight finally pierced through the dark clouds, shining on the cold cement ground of the exercise yard, giving off a warm golden glow.
Some people squinted instinctively, while others tilted their heads slightly, letting the warmth fall on their shoulders—
At that moment, they almost forgot about the chains and high walls, as if it were just an ordinary afternoon, a group of ordinary people sunbathing.
Even the prison guards relaxed their backs for a moment.
But amidst this false tranquility, a sudden change occurred.
All whispers, coughs, footsteps... came to an abrupt halt in the same instant.
The silence was as still as ink, spreading throughout the entire venue.
Immediately afterwards, all the prisoners looked up in unison, their gazes as if drawn by invisible threads, all fixed on the same direction in the sky—
There was nothing there except the azure sky and a few wisps of clouds.
Lin Feng's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from his tailbone up to the back of his neck.
[Exercise Area Rule 3: Prisoners are permitted to converse in hushed tones. However, if all conversations cease simultaneously and all prisoners look in one direction, without confirming the reason, immediately order everyone to lie face down.]
His instinct was to activate the "deduction"—just once, and perhaps he could see what was hidden in that sky.
But the thought had barely formed when a cold system notification appeared:
Current Energy Points: 20
[Cost per simulation: 10 points]
[Safety threshold (20%): 12 o'clock]
[Remaining number of simulation attempts: 0]
—A direct strike is hypothesized!