Seeing the blood-drenched large scissors, Chen Mo and the others waiting nearby all turned pale with shock.
Anyone could tell that Li Yan had made a wrong move, triggering the契机 for the vengeful spirit to kill.
Li Yan was done for.
In that instant, the thought naturally arose in Wei Ran, Gao Jie, and Liu Bo's minds. Li Yan had been the most reliable participant in their group, yet unexpectedly, he faced a terrifying death threat so early in the story.
In the stories of the Creepy Radio, there were never any true lucky ones.
Wei Ran, Gao Jie... rather than feeling sorry for Li Yan, they were more worried about their own fates. Without Li Yan's experience, how would they get through the dangers ahead?
Bai Yin, meanwhile, bit her lip tightly, her face deathly pale, as if still desperately thinking whether there was a way to resolve this.
When the blood-drenched large scissors appeared, Li Yan suddenly realized that some strange force was controlling him, rendering him completely unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the terrifying scissors closed in on his neck.
But just then, a voice suddenly rang out behind him.
"Wait a moment!"
Struggling to turn his head, Li Yan looked in disbelief at the other person walking toward him.
It was that newcomer, Chen Mo.
I'm already done for. Why are you coming to die too?
Though Li Yan said nothing, his despairing expression clearly conveyed that thought. The staff member, meanwhile, paused in the act of cutting off Li Yan's head, a sinister smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he turned his ghostly gaze toward Chen Mo.
"What did you just say?"
"Please wait, let me finish speaking." Under the powerful pressure of the vengeful spirit, Chen Mo felt a bit breathless, but he still held his ground without showing fear.
"Fine, I'll hear you out."
"If you can't give me a convincing reason, then you'll die in his place."
The staff member said this expressionlessly, causing Chen Mo's face to involuntarily change.
Dealing with a vengeful spirit was indeed fraught with danger every second. He had only spoken one sentence for Li Yan, and the spirit's killing intent had instantly shifted to him!
Beside him, Li Yan, also pale-faced, stared intently at Chen Mo.
He too wanted to know what Chen Mo was planning.
Under the gaze of this man and ghost, Chen Mo reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper.
Yes, it was that special ticket called the "Invitation Voucher."
Sorry.
We're not ordinary tourists. We're a team invited by the theme park for an inspection. The five people behind me are all fellow travelers on this trip.
Our time is limited. If we're delayed here and can't complete this inspection, the responsibility will fall on you.
The next moment, the air seemed to freeze. After a few agonizing seconds of waiting, the large scissors in the staff member's hand suddenly vanished into thin air, and his ghostly face gradually returned to a normal expression.
Oh, I see. Why didn't you say so earlier?
I misunderstood you. Since you have VIP invitation vouchers, go ahead and enter.
Muttering to himself, the staff member then turned around naturally and opened another special passage nearby.
Lately, there have been quite a few tourists not following the rules, so I misunderstood you just now. Please don't mind.
"Don't mind, don't mind..." Chen Mo and Li Yan exchanged glances, both answering with lingering fear.
"Phew..."
Letting out a long breath, only then did Chen Mo realize his back was almost soaked with cold sweat.
What he had just done was practically courting death.
"You..."
Before Li Yan could finish, Chen Mo waved his hand to cut him off.
"No need to thank me. I did it for myself too. Even if I weren't saving you, I'd have to try using this special ticket to cut in line. Otherwise, if we can't complete the mission, we'd all end up the same way."
"Regardless, you saved my life. If I get the chance, I'll repay you." Li Yan insisted on finishing his words.
As the group entered the carousel park through the special passage, they were indeed not attacked by the vengeful spirits. The spirits just stood in line, watching everything with ghostly gazes.
"Phew... Thank goodness Chen Mo exchanged for that special ticket. Otherwise, we'd be done for this time."
After passing through the special passage, Gao Jie patted his chest and let out a relieved sigh.
Chen Mo didn't respond. At that moment, his mind was on something else.
Thankfully, this story wasn't too harsh on the participants.
He had only used one special ticket, and it easily convinced the ghost staff member guarding the carousel to allow all six of them into the special passage.
This must be a kind of "tolerance" built into the story.
Among the six participants, as long as one noticed the special hint when buying tickets and exchanged for the special invitation voucher, they could get through this "cutting in line" hurdle.
Otherwise, the difficulty of this story would be far too high.
Conversely, if none of the six noticed this, the participants would face almost certain death.
In the story, the line between life and death was indeed razor-thin...
No, wait.
In a flash, another thought suddenly crossed Chen Mo's mind.
He had been smugly congratulating himself on exchanging for the special ticket, but thinking about it carefully, since it only took two coins to get a special ticket, why did the story give each participant ten coins?
"Damn, could it be..."
"Is it really possible..."
Ten dollars could buy a regular ticket, twenty for a special one. If someone paid all one hundred dollars directly to the ticket seller, could they get a pass to clear the stage?
But everyone was fooled by the sign saying "Ticket: 10 yuan" and never thought that far. Now, they had lost the chance to verify it.
"Damn this story!"
Cursing inwardly, the six participants had now arrived at the carousel stage.
Colored lights illuminated twelve carousel horses on the stage, spaced in pairs and divided into two colors: six white and six black.
There were three minutes until the next carousel ride started. That meant the six of them had to choose six of the twelve horses to ride.
White and black, six of each. Did this hold some meaning in the story?
Without a doubt, every ride the story required them to take was filled with deadly traps. But where exactly were they hidden?
White or black—which color should they choose to ride? Which color would trigger danger?
Standing in the center of the stage, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads again.
This story had a very short time limit, but every step was fraught with deadly peril!