The game becomes reality: Black Myth invades the real world.

Chapter 6 You ruined my plans

Chen Fu, who was pulled into the hall, did not have much of a stress response.

He knew perfectly well that the staff were pushing the plot forward.

On the contrary, Song Shuangwei, who followed in later, looked like she was about to fight.

But when she saw that Chen Fu was alright, she turned into a pitiful figure.

"I'm scared..." Song Shuangwei stepped forward and grabbed Chen Fu's sleeve: "You have to protect me, okay?"

Perhaps it was because the air conditioning was too strong, Chen Fu shivered.

"Girl, when we were kids, you were more enthusiastic than anyone else about setting off firecrackers to blow up cow dung."

Chen Fu said, but still held Song Shuangwei's hand.

If anything scary happens later, you can push her out and then stand by and watch the tigress unleash her fury.

"How can that be the same?" Song Shuang rolled her eyes slightly, not rejecting Chen Fu's actions.

Hey, you're pretty savvy, you actually knew to hold my hand. Are you planning to take things a step further later?

She had no idea what Chen Fu was thinking.

The couples and young people behind them also entered the hall one after another, and Chen Fu began to observe the arrangement.

The main hall was decorated with great festive spirit, with dazzling red silk throughout and candles burning brightly, illuminating the surroundings with exceptional clarity.

In the middle of the hall were several round tables, and the guests, dressed in old-fashioned long robes, mandarin jackets, or cheongsams, all stood with their backs to the door, motionless.

The dark figures I saw outside just now were these people.

At the very front was a jet-black, shiny coffin with its lid open. Due to the angle, it was not immediately clear whether there was a corpse inside.

The air was filled with a mixture of sandalwood, paper ash, and a certain sweet smell; it wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't great either.

Once everyone was inside, the emcee quickly ran to the front.

"The auspicious hour is approaching." His voice was deep and resonant, his gaze sweeping over the tourists. "The bride has been waiting for a long time, but the proper etiquette cannot be disregarded."

The emcee raised his withered finger and pointed to the coffin: "Please look at the bride's remains and tell us the reason for her passing."

Unlike typical ghost marriage murder mystery games, the amusement park made some changes. The first thing to do upon entering the main hall was to view the bride's remains and hear the cause of death.

This sparked great interest among tourists.

That's what I mean. If it's like a murder mystery game, then why come here?

Moreover, in peaceful societies, many people have never seen a corpse before, and when they suddenly get to see and observe one, their expressions become very interested.

Of course, this excludes the girl in that couple.

The emcee continued, "If you guess correctly, everyone can stay and watch the ceremony; if you guess incorrectly, you can stay with the bride."

His refined and literary style was in line with the current atmosphere and was also aimed at gradually increasing the participation of tourists, giving everyone an immersive experience.

The tourists began to feel both fear and curiosity, cautiously crowding around the coffin, yet not daring to get too close, craning their necks to look inside.

Inside the coffin, dark red silk was laid out.

A bride, dressed in a bright red brocade robe with gold cloud and dragon patterns, paired with a matching horse-face skirt, a shimmering phoenix crown, and an embroidered shawl, is lying inside in a traditional Chinese wedding gown.

A red veil covered her face; her figure was graceful, her hands were folded over her abdomen, her fingers were slender, and her nails were painted with dark red nail polish.

The incredibly realistic craftsmanship made visitors gasp, as if a real corpse were lying inside.

"This must be the cadaver teacher."

Song Shuang whispered, her breath sweet as orchids against Chen Fu's ear, and began to look for an opportunity to throw herself into Chen Fu's arms.

Chen Fu shrank back, focusing his attention elsewhere.

Overall, the bride did indeed resemble a mortician, but he noticed that her eyes were open and blood red.

This feeling is very strange.

Although the bride was wearing a red veil and her face was not visible, Chen Fu's intuition told him that she was staring at him with wide eyes.

Can cadavers do this?

"Let's see."

Chen Fu took a few steps forward, creating some distance between himself and Song Shuang, and continued to observe.

"With such pale skin, it must have died of illness, right?" one of the girls among the young people guessed.

"Could she have hanged herself? Look at her neck." Among the couple, the boy pointed to the small patch of skin on her neck that was visible under the veil.

"Drowned? The clothes seem a bit damp." Another boy pinched his nose, as if he had smelled something.

The emcee maintained a smile throughout, neither confirming nor denying the tourists' guesses.

Min Shi Gong's anatomical skills enabled Chen Fu to make even more discoveries.

He frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the bride as he quickly analyzed the information conveyed by the corpse.

The skin on the neck was pale, with no obvious ligature marks, ruling out hanging as a possibility. While the clothing was damp, the dampness was not extensive, which is inconsistent with drowning symptoms.

Died of illness? Since the face cannot be seen, it's impossible to determine at this time.

Most importantly, the bride's hands were clasped over her abdomen, a very serene pose, but it seemed somewhat deliberate.

Chen Fu began to carefully observe the bride's hands.

Beneath the bright red nail polish, the nail bed is not the grayish-white or dark red that would appear on a corpse, but rather has a bluish tinge, which is very similar to the signs of suffocation or lack of oxygen.

On the inside of the left wrist, where it was slightly covered by the wide cuff, there was a tiny dot that was slightly darker in color than the surrounding skin.

The knowledge gained from anatomical dissection allowed Chen Fu to quickly determine the cause of the bride's death.

"It's poisoning." His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the hall, drowning out the tourists' chaotic speculations.

"Moreover, it is very likely a psychoactive toxin or a cardiotoxin that takes effect rapidly through the bloodstream, and the injection site is the left wrist."

Upon hearing this, the emcee's gaze immediately turned towards them.

Chen Fu calmly held up three fingers and stated his reasoning:

"First, there were no signs of struggle or resistance on the body surface, and no typical symptoms of suffocation, ruling out death by violence or suffocation."

Second, there are suspected needle marks on the inside of the left wrist. If it were a medical injection, this would not usually be the place to choose. It should be a subcutaneous injection performed when the patient is not paying attention.

Third, the fingers showed a slight feeling of flexion and tightness; although laid flat, slight marks were still visible, consistent with signs of poisoning.

He paused, glanced at the tourists with blank or bewildered expressions, and finally fixed his gaze on the emcee.

"Therefore, the bride did not die of illness, suffocation, or drowning, but was poisoned."

Such accurate deductions are entirely due to anatomical techniques.

In fact, if he could get his hands on it, Chen Fu could obtain even more information, but he knew that was impossible.

Being able to see a corpse is already considered good; unless you're a medical school teacher or student, how can you be qualified to perform an autopsy?

Even so, Chen Fu witnessed the power of anatomy.

Just by looking at it, you can analyze so much. If you actually try it, you'll definitely be able to get the skill again!

All the tourists were stunned by Chen Fu's remarks, as if they were looking at a monster.

Who would analyze a corpse so seriously in a theme park with a ghost marriage theme? And they even make such a... chillingly reasonable point.

"You didn't study forensic medicine, how do you know so much?"

Song Shuang asked, half puzzled and half curious, temporarily suppressing her previous thoughts.

This was clearly something she did.

"Interest makes people excellent."

Chen Fu chuckled, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

He had already realized that the bride was a cadaver, but the amusement park had made special arrangements for her.

However, it is still impossible to explain what those blood-red eyes were.

The emcee gave a dry laugh: "Good eye, good insight."

His gaze remained fixed on that handsome face.

"Now that we know the cause of my young lady's death, then..."

At this point, the emcee's eyes became vacant, and the smile disappeared from his face.

"The auspicious time has arrived, the newlyweds shall take their seats!" He drew out his voice, sharp and shrill, unlike before.

The suona horn suddenly rose in pitch, and two wedding attendants dressed in red robes slowly emerged from the side curtain.

Their faces were also painted deathly pale, their lips bright red, and they walked stiffly toward the coffin, helping the bride inside to her feet, preparing for the next step.

Chen Fu found a seat and sat down.

Now that the cause of death has been stated, they are guests and should certainly take their seats.

Only then did he realize that the other guests in the hall were actually paper figures.

Song Shuangwei also sat down, glancing at the paper figure from time to time, showing great interest in it.

The couples followed suit, but their eyes remained fixed on the bride, anticipating what would happen next.

One person even took out their phone, ready to record a video and post it online.

"Bowing to Heaven and Earth!" the master of ceremonies shouted.

The bride was helped to slowly bow forward.

The couple held their breath, the girl somewhat bewildered by the bizarre performance before her.

"Bowing to our parents again!" the emcee continued.

The bride turned to the empty armchair.

"Husband and wife bow to each other!" The emcee's voice became urgent as he called out.

The bride turned around again, facing the empty space ahead.

"That's not right! Shouldn't they choose a groom from among us?"

Some of the young people raised questions. They came to experience a ghost marriage, not to watch a play. They had felt something just now, but now everything had changed.

This remark was met with agreement from his companions, but the person filming with their phone remained silent.

"Don't speak yet!"

The man holding the phone began to tremble, his voice quivering until his entire body started shaking.

The young people were puzzled for a moment, but when they turned to look, surprise appeared on their faces.

On the man's phone screen, the image of the bride was clearly visible.

Opposite her stood a blurry figure dressed in a dark red robe, preparing to bow slightly and exchange vows with the bride.

To the naked eye, there was absolutely no one opposite the bride!

Virtual projection? Is that high-tech?

Then why can't we see it with the naked eye?

Just then, the emcee, who had been speaking urgently just moments before, seemed like a completely different person, and raised his voice to say:

"You all performed very well just now. My young lady is getting married today and wishes to choose a suitable husband from among all the guests."

"I wonder which talented young man would like to accept this marriage proposal?"

Everyone was stunned by these words.

A young man shouted, "Didn't you just say that husband and wife should bow to each other?"

Now it was the emcee's turn to be confused. Did I say that?

He thought he had encountered some mischievous tourists and was about to make a few polite remarks before returning to the story when he saw everyone staring at him in horror.

The young man who had just asked the question pointed at the emcee and shouted, "The groom... is behind you!"

No more phone screens were needed; this time, everyone could see the groom.

His dark red robe was open, revealing a bloody hole in his chest. His face was ashen, and he had very dark circles under his eyes. He was staring at the master of ceremonies' back.

"Thank you for helping me break free from these constraints..."

He opened his mouth, his tone full of gratitude, but the listener's hair stood on end.

The emcee turned stiffly, staring at the face so close to his own, and cried out, "A ghost!"

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The two matchmakers standing nearby also came to their senses at this point, and were equally at a loss. But because they were staff members, they knew more.

The two exchanged a glance. One of them helped the bride up, while the other mustered his courage and prepared to go up and check on the situation. Just as he made a move, he saw a figure put his hands together and bow to him in thanks.

The two people's actions were remarkably similar to those of the emcee; their eyes rolled back and they also fainted.

In the end, the bride was left standing there all alone.

A corpse that needed assistance to stand is now standing on its own.

The scene is as bizarre as it gets.

The tourists, including Chen Fu, were all bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

Why did three staff members faint first? Could this also be part of the plot?

The girl in the couple, who was more timid, screamed in fright and stumbled backward, knocking over a "guest".

The paper-figure guest fell to the ground with a hollow echo, its head rolling off and hair spilling out from its neck.

The boy immediately turned around to help his girlfriend, but as soon as he grasped her arm, he saw this scene and froze on the spot.

Who makes these paper figures and stuffs hair inside them?

Before the couple could react, something even more terrifying happened.

The bride, who was standing still, moved her hands, which were clasped together over her abdomen, slightly.

Then, the face covered by the red veil slowly turned ninety degrees to look at the tourists.

A faint, chilling voice rang out.

"I've waited five hundred years, and you... ruined my plans!"

After hearing this, Chen Fu suddenly understood everything.

The normal progression of a ghost marriage should be that after the deceased enters the hall, the autopsy begins, followed by the selection of a groom, where the master of ceremonies chooses a tourist to play the role of the groom.

But now things have clearly changed.

First, a ghost-like groom appeared; he seemed to be imprisoned, otherwise he wouldn't have thanked the master of ceremonies and the wedding attendant.

Secondly, the bride...

Chen Fu confirmed that the other party was indeed the cadaver, but there were likely some unknown changes that had occurred.

It's highly likely that it was possessed and resurrected by a ghost that has existed for five hundred years.

The ghost's wish is to hold a wedding.

In other words... they are facing two ghosts.

Another paranormal event has been triggered... Chen Fu touched his temples with a headache.

First there was the water ghost, now there are two more. The invasion of reality by "Black Myth: The Book of Past Events" is intensifying.

"Run—!"

Just as Chen Fu began to think about how to handle the situation, someone shouted.

Then he saw the young man with the phone running towards the door.

The young man frantically pulled on the doorknob, but no matter what he did, the wooden door wouldn't budge.

"Damn, it's locked!"

He roared, calling for his companions to come and help.

Chen Fu silently got up, pulled Song Shuangwei to a corner, and distanced himself from the bride.

The bride, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, slowly stepped forward in an inhuman posture with her joints twisted in the opposite direction.

The red veil moved without wind, and beneath it, a pair of blood-red eyes swept over every guest present.

"You will all die."

Her voice was like a cold awl, piercing everyone's ears.