I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

A thin layer of mist still hung over the lawn.

"This corpse looks familiar."

Song Mo squatted beside seven corpses in various poses, slowly stroking his chin:

"...Qian Fang?"

The furthest corpse was covered in seaweed, and a small part of its face had been eaten away by fish.

The closest corpse to her had a broken mask on its face, and blood was everywhere—its eyes, nose, ears, and mouth were bleeding. It was truly bleeding from all seven orifices.

I still vaguely remember the owner of this body, Song Mo.

Previously, she and two other players specializing in casual games accepted a volunteer mission from the Special Investigations Bureau, one of which involved finding a corpse lying on the ground.

Qian Fang's profession is meteorologist.

"...So he asked me if I lived alone, and even specifically reminded me about the killers who prey on solo players, just for fun?"

Song Mo simply couldn't understand this person's thought process.

Seven men went up the mountain in the middle of the night, all carrying weapons; their intentions were obvious.

If the person staying here tonight is indeed some support-type player with no offensive capabilities, then the corpse lying on the ground should be her.

"grown ups."

Azhu walked back from the back slope. He crossed the lawn without making a sound, like a cat stepping on dew.

He didn't even glance at the corpses, but leaned closer and whispered:

"All traces on the mountain have been cleaned up, and Mud Gourd is finishing up."

Song Mo grunted in acknowledgment and looked down at the props that had been looted from the corpse.

The mud gourds, like a group of small crawling insects, moved all the movable ones to Song Mo's feet, arranging them neatly.

Several clay gourds were reluctant to let go of props, their mouths still clenched, and Song Mo didn't care.

These players have quite a few items.

[Blue Pouch: It's just a pouch. Its internal volume is ten cubic meters. However, please note that it offers no security features.]

[Time-Stopping Watch (Green): From the "High School Ghost Stories" dungeon. It freezes at a certain point in time. Wearing it extends the time before death by fifteen seconds.]

Besides firearms, there were daggers, several swords, a dozen or so talismans brought from different dungeons, a pocket watch with a mirror, an embroidered brocade pouch, a blood-stained crystal shoe, a bag of grave soil in a cloth bundle, a pair of gloves, a dozen or so woven grass-headed gods, an old-fashioned mechanical watch, a straw hat, three school rules from "High School Ghost Stories," several boxes of rouge clay, a "Complete Compendium of Herbs" with only a cover, several jars of new wine sealed in yellow mud, and a "Brewing Recipe"...

There are dozens of props in total.

Of course, this doesn't even include the hemostatic pills and various small medicine bottles that everyone carries.

This group of people were well-equipped and skilled. They didn't call each other by name, but only by code names, like seasoned veterans.

Hunting players.

They weren't after her; they were after the "players."

……

"These people specialize in hunting players."

Song Mo pursed his lips, realizing the origin of these items: "I thought players like this would appear later—"

It seems that besides needing an agent within the instance, she also needs to take some measures outside the instance.

Farmers work hard to cultivate the land and raise lambs, not to watch them kill each other.

Players can compete with each other.

But you can't flip the table.

Otherwise, the farmer might painstakingly write a copy, only to find that the sky has fallen and only a few lambs remain in the sheepfold.

She needs high-quality players, but casual players and low-level players should also be part of the player ecosystem.

Therefore, Song Mo absolutely could not allow any factor to affect her obtaining more screenwriting points.

……

……

"My lord, are these people here for the [fragment of the Book of Life and Death]?"

Ah Yan floated over, her face beaming with barely suppressed excitement: "Then, can we turn these rule-breaking players into toys too?"

"Too fast."

Song Mo shook his head:

"We just moved today, and someone sneaked up the mountain in the middle of the night. They may have been watching me before we moved."

At present, Song Mo can only think of two places that leaked her address: one is a real estate agency, and the other is the Chen family.

—She hadn't had time to update the Special Investigation Bureau's specific address on the app yet.

The house was sold by the Chen family.

Anyone with a keen eye could easily find out that she bought the house with a little inquiry.

However, judging from the equipment these people were carrying, they also brought items specifically designed for non-human players.

This is very interesting.

She just took Azhu and Ayan to register at the Special Investigation Bureau yesterday, so logically, they should know that she possesses a red-level item and that Ayan and Azhu's identities are also known to them.

Only the Special Investigation Bureau.

So could it have been done by someone inside the Special Investigations Bureau?

……

……

While Song Mo was pondering, A Yan handed him a cell phone that had been taken from the corpse:

"My lord, my lord, perhaps we can find some clues on this."

The phone has fingerprint and password verification, and Song Mo casually used a skill:

[Lock picking (from locksmith skill): Every lock in the world has a key, and I am the world's best locksmith.]

With the screenwriter's mana-free buff, the seemingly impenetrable phone system booted up instantly.

This should be Qian Fang's phone.

The chat software contained ordinary messages, and Song Mo could even see her last chat history with Qian Fang, which ended a few days ago.

After some thought, Song Mo tried using lockpicking skills again:

I told you, I'm the best locksmith!

The next second, the phone's operating system flipped over, revealing another system to her:

The desktop was empty except for a chat application that disappears after being viewed.

There is only one chat group in the software, and the group name is "Scavenger".

There were probably dozens of people in the group. Song Mo checked them one by one but did not see any information about Yu Songmian.

It was already late at night, but messages were still popping up one after another.

Someone posted photos, addresses, and copies of settlement statements in the group.

Another person posted, "Today's earnings," accompanied by a picture of a player's wrist that had been broken.

Song Mo looked away with extreme disgust.

These are not ordinary robbers; they are organized and have a division of labor, specifically targeting players.

She tossed the phone to Azhu, who caught it with both hands, her expression serious as if she were receiving a secret decree:

"I'll go find these people."

The vengeful ghost paused, its voice filled with suppressed anger, "Offending Your Excellency deserves death."

There was a moment of silence at the end of the Song Dynasty.

She actually wanted to call the police, but what would she say after calling the police?

They said there were seven corpses lying on her lawn?

Is it true that this group of people climbed over the wall in the middle of the night and got eaten by fish, hit by trees, or run over by buses?

Or were these people scattered here and there when they came in?

If she says that, I guarantee that tomorrow, Chen Shulan, who is "number one" on the Special Investigation Bureau's list of people to be closely watched, will have to step down and make way for her.

"Take these bodies down the mountain and drive the car out."

Song Mo glanced at the time. Less than half an hour had passed between the seven people going up the mountain and their deaths. Even if the Special Investigation Bureau retrieved surveillance footage from the surrounding area, she would still find a way to cover it up.

[Imprompt Scenario 1: ...The corpse stands upright and retraces its path, but falls into the river while crossing it, leaving no trace.]

The scriptwriting system was activated at the end of the Song Dynasty.

Countless tangible characters danced in the air, and the soulless corpses on the ground quickly rose to their feet, numbly walking towards the vehicles—

Azhu, holding her phone, also floated up.

I believe that when the Special Investigations Bureau finds that car, they will only find the carriages empty.

No one will know how they died.

……

……

[Mother.]

The Xie Zhi leaped lightly, squatted down next to Song Mo, and licked its paws. Its black and white kitten-like body was so cute it was almost unfair.

Six semi-transparent, delirious souls were strung on its tail.

These spirits were bent into strange shapes and emitted mournful wails.

—Including the clown mask and the ghost of the woman who was secretly hidden by Ayan, which were also found among them.

Ayan's mouth immediately pursed, and she looked at Xie Zhi, but dared not speak out in anger.

According to the new law, these souls should remain in place, awaiting the arrival of the underworld officials.

The Xie Zhi spoke, its tone exceptionally cautious:

[Then they would wait for the underworld messengers to take her to the City God Temple in her registered residence area to cancel her household registration, but this round trip would take seven days, and there was a concern that it might reveal her mother's whereabouts.]

It flicked its tail, and new laws and regulations began to sprout from the single horn on its forehead:

[The first and second levels of hell are now ready for use.]

At the end of the Song Dynasty, having understood the unspoken words of the eldest son, he earnestly told a truly absurd joke:

"So, does that count as cutting in line? Wait, why are there only six people? Shouldn't there be seven?"

[...I'm hungry.]

The xiezhi paused in mid-air with its front paws, letting out an embarrassed grumble:

[These people have all committed the heinous crime of killing, in addition to deception, theft, cruelty, and obscenity. They are utterly wicked and their crimes are heinous. After they are punished, I will eat them.]

Then the xiezhi shook its fur, as if deliberately changing the subject:

[There's one more.]

"What one?"

[A tree spirit is hiding in the garden.]

The Xie Zhi opened its mouth, and the entire beast stepped onto the mushroom-shaped ring, its voice fading into the distance.

[Mother, affairs in the underworld are busy, I must go ahead.]

[Next time... build houses...]

Song Mo didn't hear the last sentence clearly, she just shrugged and planned to ask about it next time they met.

"My lord, that tree demon is definitely up to no good!"

Ah Yan was eager to rush over and drag the tree demon out when Song Mo was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.

Then I looked at the caller ID: Yang Asha (Special Investigation Bureau).

[Late Song Dynasty! Do you still remember me? We met the day before yesterday! Where are you now? Are you safe? Is anyone with you?!]

Be quiet and listen to me—we've discovered that you're very likely being targeted by a vicious organization that specifically hunts players. It's extremely dangerous!

After confirming the address with Song Mo, the little girl's voice was so anxious she almost split her legs:

Hold on, we're on our way! This group specializes in hunting and attacking solo players!

Furthermore, they have a lot of prohibited weapons and unregistered props! Our Special Investigations Bureau has already dispatched officers and is heading in your direction!

Don't move an inch! Don't go outside! Don't turn on the lights! Lock all the doors and windows! Do you hear me?!

Song Mo held up his phone and blinked very slowly.

She glanced down at the lawn, where there were still traces of bodies being run over.

It is indeed very dangerous.

"Cough cough..."

After thinking for three seconds, Song Mo adopted a slightly frightened tone:

"Okay, okay, I'll hide now and wait for you to come! You'd better hurry!"

—If the Special Investigation Bureau doesn't come soon, the mud gourd she's raising will burst.