There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

The Script Space forum, quiet just yesterday, is bursting with excitement today.

The reason being another script had crashed.

Countless players spread the news, overjoyed as if they had hit the jackpot.

The players were so happy because as a Level 3 mutant script, "The Beautiful Legend of Prague" was definitely the high-risk, low-reward type.
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This script didn't produce any special skills or items, yet it was a global mutant script without the Abyss but with the Witch's seduction. The powerful boss was so strong it was monstrous, and the number of players lost to this script was more than a few.

If it were a virtual scripted murder game in the real world, the story would certainly be very playable, but if it were a real scripted murder game.

Sorry, but you'd better stay as far away as possible.

In the forum, players below Level 4 were suddenly as happy as if they were on holiday.

Meanwhile, those players who liked to uncover the truth began to investigate the cause of the script crash, and most theories eventually pointed to an Abyss conspiracy theory.

"Those old posts have been bumped up again..."

In a small courtyard within Script Space,

Yin Banqian's instructor, Mo Nuo, was currently looking at the forum, which was abuzz with discussion, with some annoyance.

A long time ago, he had written a post about "The Beautiful Legend of Prague," but it got no traction and he had no idea where it had sunk to.

Yet, the players' ability to dig up old posts was exceptional. They not only unearthed his icy-cold post but also pushed it to the forum's hot search.

Seeing this, Mo Nuo let out a somewhat melancholic sigh.

Just then, a Light Gate appeared in the courtyard, and out walked Hong Rao, wearing a dark cyan embroidered cheongsam.

Their teammates' visitation rights were basically open to each other, and this small courtyard with an attic was rented by the guild from Script Space to serve as a place for team members to drink tea, chat, and exchange information.

"What's wrong?" Hong Rao asked curiously, seeing his frowning face.

"Where have you been these days?" Mo Nuo countered.

"Some space rifts suddenly opened in my world and I had to go deal with them; it took some time," Hong Rao said casually as she walked over to the table, setting out her own tea set.

"Do you need our help?"

"I can handle it, they weren't specifically targeting me," replied Hong Rao before asking again, "What were you just looking at?"

At this question, Mo Nuo let out another deep sigh, "A script crashed, and then that old post I wrote a long time ago was bumped up again."

Hong Rao paused for a moment while preparing her tea.

She glanced at Mo Nuo's open system panel and remembered what the post was about.

It was ironically funny—

When "The Beautiful Legend of Prague" was first released, many players were curious about the Night Witch's setting and found the script's mode of play interesting.

So, to clear up the confusion for juniors, Mo Nuo wrote a post about the background story of the script.

However, maybe his writing wasn't as engaging as that of his contemporaries, or perhaps it was too fabricated, so the post didn't get much of an audience and quickly sank to the bottom.

But before it did, someone saw it.

And so that player raised doubts.

Mo Nuo diligently clarified his doubts.

And then... as they debated back and forth, at some point the discussion turned into a verbal brawl.

Don't be misled by Yin Banqian's instructor—Mo Nuo, who may look refined, humble, and never angered... but in reality, with a warm smile, he used a non-repetitive trash talk to blast the player for several hundred floors!

He infuriated the player so much that the player threatened Mo Nuo to reveal his identity if he had the guts, challenging him to a battlefield showdown to fight to the death with real swords and spears!

But who is Mo Nuo?

A Level 6 High-Level Instructor, he was really too embarrassed to kill a weak Level 3 player, right?

So he blasted another several hundred floors of trash talk, leaving the player humiliated into silence!

Yet it didn't end there...

Mo Nuo continued to pursue that player's account, and no one knew how, but he was able to precisely identify that player's posts in the ocean of forum threads and continued to spew his trash talk below them!

He intended to continue until the other party volunteered an apology!

As it turned out, that player was also full of spirit, enduring thousands of layers of trash talk without surrendering!

But he couldn't possibly out-talk Mo Nuo, so in the end, he simply quit the forum and disappeared without a trace for over a year, not daring to show up again.

Of course, I don't know if he's cooled off at all this past year.

With no one left to criticize, Mo Nuo gradually lost his temper too.

So, that post full of trash talk is completely his dark history now.

"Why didn't 'Square' set up a function to delete posts? I think it should be available; otherwise, there's too much useless trash piling up," Mo Nuo sighed again.

You're quite self-aware...

Hong Rao tugged at the corner of her mouth, not knowing what to say, so she poured him a cup of freshly brewed flower tea.

In the meantime, Hong Rao also sent a message to Xu Shuo.

This kid, coming out with a rushed script yet again.

...

...

When Xu Shuo received the message, it was noon.

He was also planning to enter Script Space after lunch.

He had seen a post about the background story of the Night Witch, and he felt that the post's author might not be spouting nonsense, so he could also discuss it with Hong Rao later.

But as everyone gathered in the break room for fast food, Xu Xi suddenly sneezed three times, rubbing her nose until it turned red.

Xu Shuo frowned slightly, "Do you have a cold?"

Early summer was indeed a peak time for colds because of the occasional thunderstorms, and there was a bit of a temperature difference between day and night in Yang City, where the company usually kept the air conditioning on during the day.

People with weak constitutions were prone to catching a cold at this time.

But Xu Xi rarely got sick, having been worry-free since childhood.

So what Xu Shuo was more doubtful of was—could it be that the world was undergoing changes, so even the air began to contain some new types of microelements that were undetectable?

Although humans have a strong ability to adapt, they usually need a process to do so.

Let alone adapting to something harmful like Abyss.

Xu Xi dabbed her nose with a tissue and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"There's medicine in the office; take some after eating, then go home, rest, and sleep," Xu Shuo said.

"It's just a little itchy nose," Xu Xi couldn't help saying, only to turn and sneeze again just as she finished speaking.

...

"The early stages of a cold aren't obvious, but they usually come on strong. Once you're really sick, it won't just be an itchy nose anymore. You'll also get a stuffy nose, runny nose, sore throat, fever, body aches, and a loss of appetite..."

Li Ziwen explained earnestly from the side, "More importantly, it's very contagious. So it's better for Sister Xi to rest as soon as possible."

Xu Xi: "..." She, who hadn't been sick in years, was indeed a little frightened.

She thought about how her roommates behaved when they were sick; it seemed they really were like that, unable to get out of bed and go to classes.

Xu Xi didn't insist, agreeing to rest after she finished eating.

At that moment, Pei Sheng walked into the break room with his meal box, relieved, and started shouting as he sat down and began to open the lid, "Finally done with the interviews, I never knew interviewing people could be so tiring!"

After receiving the project yesterday, Pei Sheng had HR send out recruitment information, and they received a massive number of resumes by midday, prompting him to ask HR to pick some candidates for interviews today.

Interviews started at nine in the morning, and it wasn't until twelve that he was now free to come out for lunch!

"Our studio is really seen by fresh graduates as a place to gain experience; it took me half a day to find two or three people with decent qualifications," Pei Sheng complained.

"Take a closer look, there might be some really good fresh graduates," Li Ziwen said.

"There really was one," Pei Sheng looked at him.

...

Pei Sheng put down his chopsticks and started to express himself with excited body language: "That guy's resume was so impressive it just didn't seem like a fresh graduate's! At first, I even doubted whether he had embellished his resume, but then he walked in, took out a laptop from his briefcase, and made a little game of Ultraman playing badminton in ten minutes right on the spot!"

Xu Shuo: "..."

Li Ziwen: "..."

What kind of graduate is this confident?

...