Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?
Chapter 308 - 255: The Perfect Perspective (Extra - for Monthly Votes)_4

Chapter 308: Chapter 255: The Perfect Perspective (Extra Chapter for Monthly Votes)_4

Then, with a "bang," a gigantic foot stepped out from the darkness, into the bathroom door.

Wen Nan gently raised an eyebrow. So this testing space, filled with a terrifying atmosphere, would endlessly loop to create new targets, ensuring that candidates would never have nothing to do during the subsequent testing time?

Quite considerate.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Wei Zhe stand up, slowly stepping back two paces, staring intently at the giant puppet stepping in.

This time, he no longer hid inside the bathroom stall but chose to face the terrifying target directly. Meanwhile, he put away the "spindle" wrapped in silver threads in his hand, deciding to switch to a new problem-solving approach.

What his new approach was, Wen Nan didn’t know, nor did he care.

Wen Nan turned his head and walked towards another place where light appeared.

The exclusive test space for Candidate No. 1 was much more spacious than that for Candidate No. 2; it was an ordinary two-bedroom two-living-room apartment.

The apartment had all kinds of furniture and fittings; a warm-toned overhead light shone above. The television in the living room was playing the news. In the adjacent kitchen, a long-haired woman wearing an apron was cooking. The sound of the range hood and the sizzling in the pot, mixed with the woman’s softly humming tune, filled the space with a cozy and comfortable atmosphere.

For a moment, Wen Nan almost believed that Candidate No. 1 had also found a bug, like himself.

But as he approached, he saw the floor of that room was covered in pitch-black blood.

And that apron-wearing woman was actually cooking while standing in the blood that submerged her shoes.

Taking two steps to the side, Wen Nan then saw a girl lying face down beside the sofa in the living room, with a fruit knife stuck in her back.

Continuing to move forward, reaching the other side of the kitchen, Wen Nan saw the face of the woman cooking and was slightly startled.

She had no face.

Or rather, no facial features.

At a glance, it looked like one of those mannequins displayed at the entrance of clothing stores.

Wen Nan tilted his head slightly, staring at the woman, wondering what exactly was the source of fear in this test space? Was it this faceless woman in the kitchen? The blood-soaked floor beneath her feet? Or the corpse beside the sofa?

As he was pondering, the faceless woman suddenly stopped her actions and turned her head, staring fixatedly at Wen Nan with a flat face.

Wen Nan was stunned for a moment, wondering if she had seen him, but quickly dismissed the idea.

Because he heard a knocking sound coming from the corner next to him, and it was obvious that the faceless woman’s attention was drawn to that noise.

"Stop knocking," the faceless woman called in the direction of the sound, "It’s not time yet; they won’t let you out. Reflect on yourself inside properly."

After she spoke, the knocking sound indeed ceased. She resumed her humming, grasped the spatula again, and began to cook once more.

Wen Nan continued forward, bypassing the kitchen, and between the two bedrooms, found a storage room smaller than a wardrobe. The knocking was coming from inside this storage room.

Could this be Harry’s exclusive bedroom?

Wen Nan internally mocked, bending down to press his eye against the crack of the storage room door to look inside.

The storage room was very dark, and it took Wen Nan a long time to adjust before he could finally see the situation inside, and then he caught his breath—

In the room, there was a wooden cross structure, with a nearly naked girl bound by ropes and shackles.

The girl’s head was hanging down, her eyes covered by a black cloth, and her disheveled hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her face.

As Wen Nan looked through the crack, she just happened to lift her head.

A familiar, delicate face appeared before Wen Nan.