Chapter 7: Free Time, Ghosts on the Wall!

The teddy bear was covered in patches, with a mysterious cut exposing much of its stuffing.

Richard had some impression of the teddy bear.

The restaurant manager, a position even higher than Pinocchio.

The girl looked at the teddy bear, smiling, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Her expression was perplexed yet curious, looking harmless despite having just squeezed a ghost to death!

Richard thought a more terrifying conflict would erupt in the restaurant, but the teddy bear said, "Customer, as a gesture of apology, your meal is on the house today, and in the future, you'll enjoy a fifty percent discount when you dine here."

"Oh really, then I'll come back tomorrow, hoping the chef tomorrow can satisfy me."

The girl hopped off her chair and left the restaurant.

In the thrilling world, such scenes often played out; as long as you were strong enough, you set the rules and boundaries.

Several nearby tables had their dishes dirtied, but the customers dared not speak, watching the girl leave.

How terrifying that girl was, Richard didn't know. Working honestly was what he had to do now.

In the daytime of the thrilling world, it was always gray, without sunshine, no distinction between morning and afternoon.

Before he knew it, Richard had completed six orders.

Stretching his muscles, Richard breathed a sigh of relief. "I wonder how Rachel and the others are doing."

Although he didn't have much affection for Alexa, they were classmates after all. In an environment where anyone could die at any moment, as humans, Richard still wished him good luck.

Suddenly, a chilling sensation crept up from behind, as if a pair of eyes were staring at the back of his head.

Turning around, Richard saw Pinocchio silently appearing at his feet.

"I've finished my work," Richard explained.

"You've done well. The next two hours are your free time, of course, limited to the restaurant, no leaving allowed," Pinocchio said, before walking away.

"So, as long as I'm in the restaurant, I can go anywhere?" Richard pondered, then turned and headed towards the back door.

Ten minutes later.

Richard arrived at a building where all the janitors were responsible for cleaning.

"Simon should be here, right?"

Muttering to himself, Richard pushed open the door.

In the lobby, an old lady was hunched over, groping around on the floor.

"Grandma, what are you looking for?" Richard asked, noticing from her attire that she was in charge of the ghosts in this building.

The old lady seemed not to hear and continued to fumble around.

"Are you looking for your reading glasses?" Thinking to help, Richard was about to step forward when he noticed something round and glossy at his feet.

An eyeball.

Richard twitched at the corner of his mouth, picked up the eyeball, and handed it to the ghostly grandma. "Grandma, is this what you're looking for?"

The ghostly grandma took the eyeball and nestled it back into the dark eye socket. Although the eyeball returned to its place, it still looked incredibly eerie.

Finally, the ghostly grandma offered a faint smile. "Thank you, dear!"

"No problem, grandma. Can I explore around here?" Richard asked.

Adding quickly, "I used to work in the restaurant downstairs."

The ghostly grandma waved a hand, rubbing her back as she walked into a room. "This place is easy to get lost in, so don't wander off."

Watching her enter the room, Richard then went upstairs.

The second-floor corridor stretched long with rooms of all sizes lined up. Piles of rubbish cluttered the hallway, and a foul stench wafted from the restroom.

Richard strolled down the corridor, hoping to bump into some familiar faces.

Soon, he realized that no matter how he walked, darkness loomed ahead endlessly, with no end in sight.

"What the heck?" Richard furrowed his brow.

Baffled, a pair of ghastly pale hands suddenly extended from the wall, grabbing Richard's shoulder and attempting to drag him into it.

"Where did this wild rat come from, bringing me food, huh?"

Pairs of pallid hands emerged, swarming all over Richard's body.

"I'm a waiter from the restaurant!!" Richard exclaimed.

"Here, you're under my care," came the reply.

The ghost in the wall showed no fear of threats.

"You bastard!" Richard cursed, pulling out the Bone Crusher. He smashed it hard against the wall.

The blood from the Bone Crusher seemed to possess some sort of magic; with one strike, a hollow appeared on the wall, oozing out a large amount of dark blood.

A piercing scream!

"Where did you get this Props with ghost power?" The wall ghost seemed very wary of the Bone Crusher.

With this strike, Richard realized that this ghost was not a high-ranking one and its strength was mediocre.

Coldly, he sneered, "Do you think I'd dare to come here without some power? Try touching a single hair on me, I'll crush you. Believe it or not?"

The wall ghost fell silent.

Richard knew it was scared.

"Demon's Eye: You have intimidated the ghost in the wall, gaining Props with ghost power — Bone Nail!"

Listening to the system's voice, Richard's expression became even more composed and fierce. "One question, one answer, and I won't harm you."

"How many humans are in this building?"

It had been inside the wall all along, so it must know a lot.

"Twenty came yesterday, four died."

"Did you see one wearing a helmet?"

Simon had a strong passion for basketball, whether it was for show or to impress the opposite sex, he almost always had a headband wrapped around his forehead.

"Tall and lean, wearing red clothes?"

Richard's eyes lit up, "Yes, where is he?"

"He's in charge of cleaning the bathrooms on this floor, but I think he might be dead."

Before Richard could ask, the wall ghost spoke first, "If you want to know the reason, go to the end of the corridor and check the restroom."

Richard turned his head and saw the abyss-like dark corridor clear up as the ghostly aura dissipated.

Rather than rushing in, Richard took out the Bone Nail and fiercely hammered it into the wall with the Bone Crusher.

Like a hot knife through butter, the Bone Nail was instantly embedded in the wall.

Then came the terrified voice of the wall ghost, "What are you doing?!"

"To prevent any trickery from you, I'll leave this nail inside. If I come back safely, I'll help you remove it," Richard said.

Feeling the Bone Nail activating inside it, the wall ghost trembled as if injected with a dose of poison, filled with fear and shock.

"You damn rat!"

The angry voice echoed through the entire corridor.

Ignoring its shouts, Richard walked to the other end of the corridor.

There, he saw the restroom.

The door was deadlocked, and a strong ghostly aura seeped out from within, appearing like a gateway to hell from a distance.

Even from ten meters away, Richard felt like he had stepped into an icy cave, shivering all over.

"What's going on with this restroom?" Richard was amazed.

Creak!

At that moment, a door nearby suddenly swung open, and a pair of eyes cautiously peered out.

With the Bone Crusher in hand, Richard turned around ready to strike.

"Don't... don't hit me!"

The figure inside the shadows spoke in a trembling voice, clearly frightened.

As Richard recognized the figure, he paused slightly, "Lauren?"