Night falls.
It has quietly arrived...
The sky, originally covered by dark clouds, now seems even darker.
Below the South Flower Tower.
A crowd gathers here, resembling a herd of animals huddling together for warmth, covering the entire area around the South Flower Tower.
Next to the crowd.
A natural barrier has formed, like a sharp giant sword, completely isolating this city from other places.
What can be seen through the barriers.
Only chaotic scenes, rearranged like data...
People running into each other, blood flowing from their heads, staining half of their faces red.
Some are still in their pajamas, slippers left forgotten somewhere, trembling amidst the crowd.
Some desperate ones are shifting their positions in the crowd.
Trying to find "relatives, friends" who have been separated from them.
But unfortunately.
It's too crowded here...
Even sitting on the ground without moving, there are occasional unintentional steps on shoes.
"They... What should we do now?"
Someone in the crowd seems to ask.
Now that this kind of incident has occurred, most people become confused.
The city's alarm has fallen silent.
Whether the power is cut off or the machine is malfunctioning, it's unclear.
In a dark environment.
Some want to take out their mobile phones to illuminate or call their companions who have escaped from them.
But when they take it out.
They see that there is no signal on the mobile phone.
Moreover, the battery is depleting rapidly and will soon face the consequences of shutting down...
"Brothers, can I borrow your mobile phone? I want to make a call."
"It's not that I don't want to lend you, but I don't have money, can't go buy a mobile phone..."
"Excuse me... miss, can I borrow a bit?"
"My phone has no signal and is about to turn off."
"..."
Confronted with the recovery of memories.
People in the conversation also combine some words that don't exist in this era.
They find out that after communicating a bit with the people around them.
Electronic devices that can be carried and communicated with here are almost paralyzed, only devices without screens can reluctantly be used...
"The dark clouds have covered the entire sky, did anyone notice anything strange?"
A question comes from within the crowd.
Everyone nods when they hear it.
"No, there seems to be nothing wrong except for the fact that the sky is darker than normal nights."
In the crowd below the South Flower Tower.
Occasionally, a few victims react promptly, starting to look into the issues of this world.
Finally, except for Hoang Tuan.
Some others have stepped into the horror world here...
After they regained their memories.
The first thing they think of is to end this script.
On the South Flower Tower.
Hoang Tuan stands silently on the top, observing the city's residents regaining their memories.
Among them are some familiar faces.
For example, neighbors in the apartment building, and the food vendor in the breakfast food area...
"The students of Tran Hung Dao High School seem not to be here. Has the sacrifice ended?"
He scans around with his eyes.
He doesn't find any students he met at Tran Hung Dao High School.
"No, now is the time to rest."
"Even if you want to sacrifice, shouldn't it be done with new students, right?"
He furrows his brows.
His thoughts are a bit confused...
Initially, he speculated that the mother would wake up when the dark clouds covered her location, which has not been confirmed at this time.
Combined with the question that arose in his mind when passing by the bakery before.
Hoang Tuan finally understands.
The biggest anomaly in this world is not really the mother...
Perhaps there is something wrong with the mother herself.
But in comparison.
The biggest problem is Hoang Lan...
After everyone's memories woke up, Hoang Lan still maintains the role of an NPC, with only two situations.
The first type, she is a native NPC of this world, and there is no awakening of memories.
The second, she is a monster of this world.
It's just kept secret.
The phenomenon of assimilation may be related to her...
On the contrary.
Hoang Tuan leans more towards the second situation.
After all, what he knew from the school doctor at that time was that the two children of the mother and her husband were killed together.
If Hoang Lan is an NPC.
The reason for her existence may be somewhat forced...
"It would be great if I could find those people, at least I could ask some more questions."
Hoang Tuan thinks to himself.
Although he moved early and arrived here before most people.
But he doesn't find any traces of those people.
If everything is really like the second situation he speculates, then this problem is not as simple as the confrontation between two monsters.
"If the monster can think, then killing people and killing chickens, what's the difference?"
Hoang Tuan looks at the crowd.
There is a bit of concern on his face.
He confirms that with the improved story-changing ability, and with only three characters left, he can temporarily ensure his safety.
But those making noise below.
I'm afraid it will be like being run over by a bulldozer.
Certainly more than half will die...
Although the death of those people has nothing to do with him, it's not the result Hoang Tuan wants to see.
If one can avoid death.
Living is still better...
...
In reality.
Even though people in a safe situation will easily argue with each other, sometimes harm each other.
But when disaster strikes.
They will quickly form a group and discuss how to solve it together.
Facing danger.
Unity becomes stronger...
This is what the teacher taught him.
As long as there is no fool among these people, they will not stumble on each other at this time.
Of course.
This is only when danger comes.
But when it doesn't actually stand in front...
Therefore.
But it's only been two hours.
The previously quiet crowd below is now noisy, and they are discussing what to do now...
Hoang Tuan is still on top of the mountain.
Quietly waiting for the next change to occur.
To use his abilities to change the plot to maximize effectiveness...
Just while he is waiting.
A familiar smell of smoke, accompanied by the strong metallic scent of blood, wafted into his nose.
He unconsciously turned his head to look.
"Yo! It's you!"
Beside Hoang Tuan.
Dương Khánh Vĩ, covered in blood, casually looked at him with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, staring without any concealment.
Of course, Hoang Tuan wouldn't forget this young man who always enjoyed blowing smoke into other people's faces.
The first reaction when he saw Dương Khánh Vĩ.
Just move it back a bit.