My Cell Prison

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Restrictions

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
The second night.

Knowing Wang Po Couple had been drugged, they were bound to wake up in the middle of the night due to discomfort and visit the outhouse.

As per the plan.

Han Dong’s only job is to keep an eye on his team members and have them stay in their rooms all night.

Honestly, he needn’t inform the team members, as they wouldn’t dare to go out in the middle of the night to use the toilet.

Particularly considering the ‘disappearance’ of Bald Derleon the night before.

Any physiological needs would be met within their rooms.

All Han Dong had to do was to get a good night’s sleep, keeping his spirits up and surviving until tomorrow.

However, the night was anything but calm.

Tap, tap, tap~

The footsteps flit back and forth, echoing again in the corridor.

When Han Dong woke in his bed.

With the help of the red lantern’s light, he could see a woman in red with messy black hair standing at the door through the circular window in the door.

The newspaper that had been shielding the door had self-dropped.

Different from last night.

The woman was no longer pacing but stood straight at the door, staring at Han Dong in the room.

Beneath the messy black hair, one could vaguely see a pair of chilling red lips.

This isn’t Chen Li.

Already aware of the ‘revenge’ plan in advance.

Right now, Chen Li must be lying in ambush in the bathroom, there was no way she could appear on the second floor of the bungalow. The figure at the door was naturally the evil spirit involved in this incident.

Screech, screech, screech!

A piercing sound disrupting the silence of the night.

The woman’s sharp nails scraped against the door’s surface.

If it were anyone else, they would certainly yelp in terror.

Even Han Dong, who had once died, couldn’t remain completely unafraid. Sweat beads the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead and his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

However, Han Dong’s expression remained unchanged as he lay in bed staring at the woman at the door. If she started to break down the door, Han Dong would immediately use the Tentacle Ability from the [Head of the Faceless] to fight back.

With every passing second.

The two just stared at each other, slowly ignoring the sound of the nails scraping, until the woman left.

At once, there was no trace of the consuming pressure and looming danger. A hunch whispered to Han Dong that the evil spirit wasn’t likely to bother him for the rest of the night.

After sleeping soundly for five hours and the adrenaline rush from the fear, Han Dong was wide awake.

Staring at the ceiling, Han Dong’s mind began to automatically start thinking.

“A brawny man like Bald Derleon had no chance to make any noise before he disappeared in front of the evil spirit. Logically, the evil spirit could easily kill us all in the night.

Why didn’t she do it?

Was she just trying to scare and toy with us, waiting for the last moment to kill us… Or does the expression ‘restriction’ make sense?”

‘Restriction’

As Han Dong pondered upon these two words, he immediately got out of bed, tugged out the pen and notebook he had bought, and quickly noted down.

“I can’t currently understand the purpose of the ‘Fate Space’.

But on a broad level, it should be a ‘screening’ tool for ordinary people, providing those outstanding ones with various enhancements, and even supernatural powers.

The Fate Space wouldn’t lead us to a ‘dead end’ and have us killed; it would give us a chance to survive… This could also explain why the evil spirit couldn’t kill us all at once.

As we are restricted with ‘we can only stay within a 500-meter radius of the manor’ and ‘we can’t stay in the same room at night’.

Is it possible that this ‘evil spirit’ also has similar ‘restrictions’?

For example, unable to forcibly enter our rooms?

Or can only harm those whose ‘fear level’ has reached a certain threshold?

Or within a certain time limit, can only kill one person?

Well…the existence of ‘restrictions’ is highly likely.”

In his past life, Han Dong was also used to lying on the bed and thinking of problems…the quiet darkness and the comfortable mattresses often led him to come up with experimental methods and issues that he couldn’t think of sitting in the lab.

“If we get through tonight in peace, we’ll have completed half of this incident’s time limit… In the remaining 36 hours, we must try to find out and validate the evil spirit’s ‘restrictions’ as much as possible.

If confirmed, the survival rate would greatly increase.”

Han Dong stayed in bed awake all night until sunlight.

……

However.

The situation Han Dong faced also occurred to the other members of the team.

Barring Edward who was relatively calm.

The remaining members were not so relaxed during the time they were staring at the evil spirit through the glass window.

One of the two women screamed in the corner in terror, while the other was crouching in the corner trembling… As for the Newspaper Boy Herbert, his response was a bit different.

Under such circumstances, he who usually suppressed his fear couldn’t hold on any longer and committed an extremely irrational act.

“No! A fragile wooden door definitely can’t stop the evil spirit… I must escape.”

Unable to control the trembling in his legs, Herbert took his backpack and jumped from the second floor through the window he opened… His physical condition was not that bad, he landed gently and took out his flashlight to inspect the exterior of the bungalow.

The moment Herbert jumped off the building, the woman at the door stopped scratching the wooden door with her nails, a slight smirk creeping at the corner of her mouth.

……

“I should look for team leader Edward! He must have a solution.”

The Newspaper Boy dared not wander around halfway up in the hill in the middle of the night…the only lifeline he could think of was Edward.

Staying close to the wall of the bungalow, Herbert went to the front yard, and with the light from his flashlight confirmed that the woman at his room door had disappeared, and that there was no one in the second floor corridor.

Tua~tua(the sound of chopping meat)

At the same time, he faintly heard the sound of chopping meat coming from the outhouse a few dozen meters away.

Under such circumstances, the brain easily haphazardly links information received.

Herbert’s brain confirmed someone had already been butchered in the outhouse, and taking advantage of the moment, he wanted to rush to the bungalow and reunite with the team leader.

However…

The moment he rushed to the corner of the corridor, his body jolted abruptly, he forcibly stopped.

At the corner, a woman was standing facing the wall.

This scene made Herbert’s legs shake, his mind in chaos…

“He…”

Just as he had finished with the ‘H’ sound, ten muddy fingernails cupped his face, and an irresistible force dragged him back into a second-floor room.

……

The next day.

Right when Chen Li and Daqing and his sister prepared breakfast and everyone gathered in the first-floor living room.

As Daqing served scrambled eggs with noodles, he said with a smile:

“How did you four sleep last night?

The Wang Po Couple’s vehicle was repaired, and they left an hour ago… If there’s anything else you want to film, my sister and I will fully cooperate.”

When Daqing said the word ‘four’, the team members shivered.

Half of the event’s time limit had passed.

From the original team of six, only four remained… and the remaining half would probably be even more perilous.