Let's give space a touch of Chinese horror!

Turbo Duck had no idea when or where these people had come from.

All he knew was that from the moment he frantically knelt down to try and soothe the child until now, the time had definitely not exceeded thirty seconds; but in that short period of time, he had been silently surrounded by people all around him.

There were no footsteps, no rustling of clothes as they walked... These people appeared abruptly around him, silently yet densely surrounding him.

Furthermore, the game begins at dusk, in the dim light of twilight. They stand in the fading light, their faces hidden in the shadows, only their somber eyes clearly visible—

They stared at him intently, their pupils glowing like rows of candles.

The evening breeze swept through the streets and alleys, stirring up rental flyers that had fallen sometime during the day. The white paper scraps looked like giant pieces of paper money, swirling around their feet.

"Gulp..."

TurboDuck swallowed hard, its legs trembling as it stood up: "Um..."

"I am..."

He was still desperately trying to find an excuse in his mind, but the little boy was the first to stop the "air raid siren." However, it would have been better if it hadn't started—

The little boy pointed at the turbocharged duck and blurted out, "This older brother is bullying me!"

Turbocharged Duck: "!!!"

Huh? What did he do?!

How is this bullying a child?!

"No—" Turbo Duck opened his mouth to shout "injustice," but before he could finish speaking, the previously stagnant surrounding area suddenly boiled over.

He didn't even have time to see who struck first—

Hands reached out from all directions and grabbed him, their iron grips mercilessly digging into his arms, shoulders, and the back of his neck; his arms were twisted behind his back, and he was roughly shoved around.

"I didn't! Let me explain—"

His words of explanation were immediately drowned out by the crowd. Turbo Duck was pushed and dragged forward, staggering. The crowd, like an impenetrable fence, silently formed a tight, moving cage around him.

The turbocharged duck tried to struggle, but out of the corner of its eye it saw the little boy standing behind the crowd, holding the small ball in his arms again, but his originally pitiful face was now adorned with a smug smile.

He's laughing!

He did it on purpose!

The turbocharged duck angrily wanted to howl to the sky.

Damn it, he was tricked by a little boy NPC right at the start of the game!

And unsurprisingly, the comments section was filled with laughter and mockery of the turbocharged duck.

"Prankster (X), Blogger who messes up (√)."

"Red-clad woman: You've all seen the consequences of not following the plot..."

"I get it, Old Duck was hired by Red Dress to serve as a negative example!"

"Could this mean Old Duck has set a record for the earliest 'go die' moment in this game?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on where they take the old duck..."

……

Amidst the laughter and chatter in the live chat, Turbo Duck was pushed and shoved to the front of the tenement building he had initially refused to approach. He was then forced through a narrow passageway filled with clutter and finally stopped in front of an old door with an illegible address.

"Go in!"

TurboDuck was still trying to decipher the numbers on the doorplate when it was shoved hard from behind. The door creaked open, and TurboDuck stumbled and stumbled inside.

"Thump—"

His knees slammed against the hard, cold ground.

"Ouch!"

Before the turbocharged duck's cry of pain had even subsided, the door behind him slammed shut with a "bang"; and in addition to the "click" of the door lock, he also heard other locking sounds coming from outside the door.

"What...what is that sound?" Turbo Duck suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It must have been the sound of metal locks being locked..." one commenter replied. "When the duck was being pushed along earlier, I saw that many doors on both sides of the aisle had those old-fashioned metal locks on them."

"That's it..." Although the other viewers had observed so carefully, upon hearing this result, they all began to mourn for the turbocharged duck: "The old duck probably can't escape..."

"Huh? Is this game that difficult? We've already reached a death trap so quickly?"

"Does the person above have some misunderstanding about the game involving red? The 'double happiness' symbol is anything but simple..."

"To be fair, we can't really blame Red for the game reaching this stage, can we? Who would have thought someone would be so reckless as to deviate from the storyline!"

"It's not a guaranteed death situation, is it? If Old Duck had come in a team, his teammates could have found the key or tools to open the door. But Old Duck is playing alone this time, so everyone should just wait for the restart..."

"No way!" Seeing the pessimistic comments from the viewers, TurboDuck stubbornly got up from the ground. "I'm not 'dead' yet! As long as I'm not 'dead,' there's still a chance! Maybe there's some clue in this room that will allow me to escape!"

As he spoke, he rubbed the spot on his body that had been tightly bound, which was burning with pain, and began to wander around the room.

There were obviously no lights in the room where the man was imprisoned, so he could only rely on the light coming in from the window and through the cracks in the door to quickly search the room for clues before it got completely dark.

The windows were undoubtedly nailed shut, and the room reeked of dust and mold.

"This looks like a storage room?"

Turbo Duck rummaged through the things piled up in the room, including boxes of all sizes and various bags. He casually unzipped the bag closest to him and rummaged through it, finding a lot of men's clothing inside.

It looks like someone left their luggage here.

"Not bad..." Turbo Duck said with a wry smile, "At least we have clothes to change into... Hmm, here's a piece of paper."

He took out the paper hidden in his pocket and carefully unfolded it. "Oh, it's a train ticket." However, judging from the yellowing of the paper, the ticket must have expired long ago.

"Let's look again..." Turbo Duck stuffed the note back in and casually picked up another backpack.

"Huh?" He exclaimed in surprise, looking at the bag filled with what was undoubtedly women's clothing.

"These things actually belong to different people?" He had thought that the things in the house were left behind by the previous tenants or owners when they left.

Something's a bit strange...

After becoming suspicious, Turbo Duck rummaged through several bags and even took out the clothes inside to compare sizes.

"That's really true..."

Upon discovering that even though they were all men's clothes, they varied in size and build—clearly belonging to different people—Turbo Duck was utterly bewildered.

Why are there so many different people's luggage in this room?

It's not like everyone who moves into this house leaves with their belongings behind, is it?

While others might be able to find an excuse like "having too much stuff to lighten the load," the person who carefully wrapped their train ticket inside their clothes did the same...

The turbocharged duck hugged its arms and shuddered: "Friends, I feel something's weird..."