Horror Camgirl - Ch. 145: The Mastermind Revealed
I said angrily, "Where did you drop it? Take me back to find it!"
Little Fang was startled by my expression. "Y-you don’t need to be so anxious. I’ll take you there. It shouldn’t be far."
He started walking towards the door. I said, "Wait, bandage his wounds first."
Tang Mingli replied, "I'll check the front room for a first aid kit." He turned back to Little Fang and added, "Stay put."
After Tang Mingli left, I pressed a few key pressure points on Shi Xiu's body to stop the bleeding and gave him a pill that would restore his energy and blood.
After taking the medicine, he fell into a deep sleep, his face gradually regaining some color.
Little Fang came closer, concerned. "Streamer, is he going to be okay?"
"Don’t worry, he'll survive," I said.
Little Fang sighed in relief, "Thank goodness. I don’t have many friends. Shi Xiu and I have known each other for years. If anything happened to him, I'd never forgive myself."
I glanced at him, about to say something when I suddenly heard heavy footsteps.
My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed to the window to take a look outside.
What I saw almost made my eyes pop out of my head.
What did I see? I actually saw the Butcher!
A living, breathing Butcher! He was holding a sharp butcher's knife and walking toward the house!
[What the heck is going on? Wasn't the Butcher killed? Could he have a twin brother?]
[Is it possible this movie has an NG?]
[What’s NG?]
[You don't know NG? It's when they mess up while filming a scene, like an actor laughing in the middle, so they need to reshoot it.]
[So you’re saying the streamer and Tyrant killing the Butcher changed the movie's plot, causing it to "NG" and reset to an earlier scene? The Butcher, like an elite monster in a video game, just respawns after being killed?]
[Yeah, that seems possible.]
[Does that mean the Butcher is unkillable?]
My expression darkened. Little Fang clung to my back, trembling, and said, "Streamer, h-he's not dead. What do we do? I don’t want to die."
"Don't be afraid," I told him. "Quick, find somewhere to hide."
"But... where should I hide?" He was on the verge of tears.
I scanned the room and saw a box in the corner. I opened it and said, "Get in."
This box had clearly been used to store dismembered bodies; it was covered in bloodstains, filthy and stinking. He hesitated, but I pushed him in.
At that moment, there was a loud bang as the door was kicked open. The Butcher had entered.
I pulled the butcher's knife off the wall, glaring at him coldly.
The Soul Locking Chain was powerful, but my current strength wasn’t enough to use it again yet. It would take half an hour to recharge.
For now, it would have to be hand-to-hand combat!
I swung the butcher’s knife, twirling it in an elaborate motion.
Hero Sword Manual, First Move: "Zhao Ke Wields Hu Elegance, Wugou's Bright Frostsnow."
The blade's light shot out, making the entire room seem coated in frost.
The Butcher picked up his own knife, took a quick step forward, and swung his blade down hard at me.
Clang!
The sound of clashing weapons echoed. The Butcher’s knife flew out of his hand, and my blade slashed across his forehead, tearing apart the human-skin mask he was wearing.
Then, I saw his face.
The sight of it made me gasp.
This slash had cut from his forehead down to his chest, almost splitting him in half.
I immediately pulled back, stepping back a few paces, and said in disbelief, "How could it be him? It can’t be him!"
[Who is it? We don’t recognize him. Streamer, explain! We’re dying of curiosity!]
[I recognize him! It's... it's actually him!]
[Huh? The person before sounds like one of the missing young people’s family members? You recognize him?]
[He’s... Boss Fang! He’s the owner of that cinema!]
[What? It’s him?]
I had previously told my audience that I had been hired by the cinema owner and mentioned that Little Fang was Boss Fang's son.
【It was actually Boss Fang! Could it be that all of this was his plot?】
【Why did he invite the streamer here? I don't get it.】
【Duh, he's a freak. If you could understand the mind of a psycho, you'd be one too.】
Suddenly, footsteps echoed again from outside the door. I looked out the window once more and saw Butcher returning.
I gritted my teeth, opened the box, and dragged Little Fang out of it. Just as Boss Fang kicked the door open and barged in, I held the butcher knife to Little Fang's neck.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill your son!" I shouted.
Butcher froze, his eyes glaring at me coldly.
Little Fang trembled all over, stammering, "Streamer, please, d-don't kill me. I know you're not like that, you're a kind person..."
"Shut up!" I hissed, "Your father is a killer. Doesn't that seem strange to you?"
He said, "He's not my father! This is a movie, it's gotta be a ghost pretending to be him."
"Oh, really?" A strange light flashed in my eyes. "I have a way to prove whether he's your father or not."
Little Fang asked, "How?"
"Simple." Suddenly, I threw away the butcher knife and jabbed my finger hard against Little Fang's forehead.
"Aah!" Little Fang let out a gut-wrenching scream.
【Did the streamer really attack Little Fang? The streamer isn't like that.】
【Hmph, what do you know? When Boss Fang was killing people, did he ever think about their loved ones? Now it's his turn to lose his family—this is karma!】
【I can't accept the streamer being this brutal, I might not watch anymore.】
【To those self-righteous people up there: you’ll understand why the streamer did this if something happens to your own family.】
【Wait, everyone look! Something's off here!】
Suddenly, the world of this movie began to collapse. The surroundings cracked like glass, splintering everywhere until they shattered with a loud crash.
Moments later, I found myself back in the screening room. Little Fang knelt before me, clutching his forehead and screaming.
Shi Xiu, who had lost one arm, was still unconscious nearby, while Tang Mingli appeared just a few steps away. He looked disoriented at first, then ran towards me, "What's going on? How did we get out? Was it because Butcher got killed?"
"It wasn't Butcher." I looked down at Little Fang. "It was him."
Tang Mingli was sharp as always. He quickly pieced it together, frowning, "Was he behind this entire death movie plot?"
"He's a psychic Ability User," I said. "His ability isn't hypnosis—it's creating illusions."
【So that’s what it was! Everything that didn’t make sense before suddenly does!】
【What kind of power is illusion creation? Does it make people see hallucinations?】
【Not that simple. Illusion creation is a type of psychic power. What he creates isn’t just a hallucination. Everything that happens within the illusion is real.】
【I don’t get it. How can an illusion become reality?】
【Think of it this way. Ghosts can create Ghost Spaces, right? Ability Users like him can also create a space—an illusion.】
【Got it. So, it’s like Ghost Space, except one is man-made and the other is created by a ghost.】
I glared at Little Fang and demanded, "Why did you do all this? What do you gain from killing them?"
"Hahaha!" Little Fang suddenly burst into wild laughter, his voice growing maniacal, "Why? To disgust that old bastard, of course! He’s the one who drove my mother to her death. I want to ruin him. I want to destroy him!"
I frowned, "You're talking about your father?"
"That's right, that old bastard!" he shouted, "He made his fortune off my mom's family money. Once he got rich, he started fooling around and even brought those trashy women home, just to spite my mom! She died because of him! When she died, I swore I’d make him pay one day!"
Tang Mingli said coldly, "Your powers are so strong. If you wanted to ruin him, there are plenty of ways to do it. Why hurt innocent people?"
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