"Since the child is yours, I'll take it to find its father."
Qu Jiaojao didn't hesitate. She indeed took the little ghost to Wang Chengfa. Although Feng Hao didn't know what Qu Jiaojao did, in reality, half a month later, a tragedy occurred at Wang Chengfa's home in Banshan International. In that tragedy, Wang Chengfa's entire family was brutally killed, and Wang Chengfa himself went insane. Rumors said it was due to extreme shock.
However, what Feng Hao didn't know was that the unborn ghost, transformed into a vengeful spirit, committed murder. This event also triggered the rookie script of the Creepy Radio, dragging Qu Jiaojao into it. Though she used the ghost's methods to avenge Qin Wan against Wang Chengfa, she herself was attacked by the ghost. Because it died before birth, this tiny ghost possessed an incredibly intense resentment. Even after the script was completed, it didn't disappear with the story's end.
It was still hiding in that villa left behind by Wang Chengfa!
Knowing the ghost existed, Qu Jiaojao dared not set foot in that villa for a year. She also never had the chance to take revenge on Manager Feng, who indirectly caused Qin Wan's death, until now... when she received the reward for completing this task.
Scented Spirit Perfume, a support item, consumable, usable three times. Its effect was... after applying the perfume, for a period of time, the user would become the ghost's primary target!
Upon reading the description of Scented Spirit Perfume, the thought of avenging Qin Wan against Feng Hao immediately sprang into Qu Jiaojao's mind!
The evil ghost born from this unborn child had a very powerful resentment. Qu Jiaojao had always worried that after the child attacked Feng Hao, it wouldn't spare her either. She wanted to avenge Qin Wan, but it wasn't worth such a huge risk. Now, with Scented Spirit Perfume, she could lock onto the ghost's target!
However, Scented Spirit Perfume could only be used three times. Wasting one chance to save herself in a supernatural task on revenge against an insignificant person—even Qu Jiaojao felt a pang of regret.
"Qin Wan, Jiaojao has avenged you."
"If you don't look out for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you. I'll never do such a foolish thing again!"
With a disgusted glance at Feng Hao's corpse, Qu Jiaojao ran her hand through her hair, her high heels clicking on the ground as she briskly left the villa.
From then on, she would never set foot here again.
She wasn't worried about Feng Hao's body being discovered. As it turned out, supernatural events related to the radio were always influenced by a mysterious force, minimizing their impact on reality.
By the next day, perhaps Feng Hao's corpse would mysteriously vanish. A wealthy family would have a new general manager, or maybe no one would even remember Feng Hao. In short, everything about this person would be erased by that mysterious force.
Of course, if participants like them died in the story, the outcome would be the same.
So, it wasn't that there were no real supernatural events in this world; they just didn't exist in people's memories. By the time the sun rose the next day, all traces of what happened would disappear without a trace.
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As Qu Jiaojao stood in the night, staring at Feng Hao's gruesome corpse, Chen Mo was bowing his head, walking out of the dim stairwell of Old Man Wang Hanzhang's home.
This family wasn't wealthy, living even in a stairwell apartment from the 1980s or 1990s. Chen Mo pondered his words in the hallway for a while before tactfully informing the family of his investigation results.
Somewhat to his surprise, after hearing the truth, the old man didn't shout or make a scene, but seemed to accept it calmly. Perhaps over these days, the old man had already faintly sensed something was coming.
Moreover, the old man seemed to believe that there were indeed some indescribable things in this world.
Believing in the existence of such things could also be seen as a kind of hope. Since ghosts and the like truly existed in this world, didn't that mean maybe one day, the deceased Jianguo might come back?
Feeling a tightness in his chest, Chen Mo reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. He didn't usually smoke, but over the past six months, constantly threatened by death from horror story tasks, he, like many radio listeners, had developed the habit of lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves when stressed or heavy-hearted.
Sparks of light flickered in the darkness, dimming and brightening. After a while, Chen Mo remembered the notification he received when leaving the supernatural world—the chance to randomly obtain a reward after perfectly completing a triggered task.
His first triggered task was in the hospital. Because of an imperfect ending, he only got 10 plot points, so Chen Mo didn't know about the random reward chance from a perfect ending triggered task. Now, he found it somewhat unexpected.
He pulled out his phone and opened that familiar yet strange interface. A black box with a countdown appeared on it. It seemed there was a time limit for claiming this reward. Chen Mo checked; the countdown had about 5 hours left. Calculating, the total countdown for the reward should be within 12 hours. If he missed the time and the reward disappeared, that would be truly heartbreaking.
He touched the black box with the countdown, and a prompt immediately appeared on the screen.
"You have obtained a Teleportation Talisman."
Teleportation Talisman, support item, usable to instantly move a target to a random location. This item is a single-use consumable. Exchange value: 30 points.
"Another talisman-type item?"
Adding the Spirit Concealment Talisman from the Horror Journey story, or the amusement park, Chen Mo now had two talisman-type items. However, the practical value of the Teleportation Talisman was clearly higher than the Spirit Concealment Talisman he'd obtained earlier. After all, the Spirit Concealment Talisman only let him stay put and wait for the ghost to leave, effective for just 5 minutes, while the Teleportation Talisman could let him escape instantly in a crisis, with an exchange value of up to 30 plot points!
But unfortunately, all talisman-type items were consumables. Though the Teleportation Talisman's effect was powerful, it could only be used once. Still, combined with the Spirit-Dispelling Flashlight and the unknown-effect Human Skin Ghost Face, it gave Chen Mo a bit more confidence.
He wondered when the next task would come...
Thinking this, Chen Mo checked his completed story statistics. As expected, the first row showed "2/10," and the second row showed "2/?" Clearly, the first number represented formal stories, and the second, triggered tasks. The rumor about leaving the Creepy Radio after completing ten horror stories came from this, but in reality, no one in the radio had actually achieved the "10/10" challenge.
As for the second row's triggered tasks, they seemed to be counted separately. Looking at the numbers, Chen Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although the rewards were richer, it was best to avoid these separately counted triggered tasks if possible!
By the time he left the residential area where Wang Hanzhang lived, it was nearly midnight in the real world. Chen Mo felt hungry. Though time in the supernatural world didn't sync with real time, the feeling of hunger seemed to carry over. Ahead, a row of orange lights shone by the street, clearly a night market food stall.
Chen Mo found a random spot and ordered a bowl of bone-in noodles. Just as he sat down, he suddenly felt something was off. He looked up and froze, every pore on his body standing on end!
A woman in red was standing beside him, expressionlessly staring at him. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but on closer inspection, her feet weren't touching the ground—they were floating a few inches above it.
The people coming and going around them seemed not to notice her. Even the owner who brought him the noodles didn't spare her a glance, simply placing the bowl in front of him.
That meant, besides himself, no one else could see this woman!
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PS, wrote until almost 3 AM, updating over 5000 words in one go. Seeing how diligently the author works as soon as he gets home, I ask for everyone's support~