Chapter 41: Preparation
Hoang Tuan looked at the text on the computer screen, and the mouse slowly scrolled down.
The content of the novel's trailer was straightforward.
It only contained a preview of the story he had just read and a section of the "author's" explanation for responding to readers' comments.
The comments from readers were not displayed.
Above were just some random words from the author himself.
In summary, there was nothing much different, except promoting the new story he was about to update and expressing how satisfied he was with it.
There was a little hesitation regarding the update of "Truong THPT Tran Hung Dao" but...
It seemed that the story "Truong THPT Tran Hung Dao" was interesting, but the "author" explained that it was a big story that needed enough characters to support it, and there were mistakes in setting up the current characters, so it could only be temporarily suspended.
Overall, there was no significant problem.
It was just an announcement that an ordinary author was about to release a new book...
But...
This promotional theme.
Made Hoang Tuan, who was sitting in front of the computer, have a strange expression.
After guessing that the author was a horror novelist, Hoang Tuan originally thought that the subsequent stories might be based on the previous book to gradually expand the plot of the previous book.
When Hoang Tuan left Tran Hung Dao High School.
Just guessing whether the next plot would be a sequel to the school, such as its prequel, anyway, the school story was not complete.
Regarding the existence of "lies," Hoang Tuan did not find an answer...
But this "author".
But it didn't follow the usual logic.
Some were beyond Hoang Tuan's expectations...
The content of the advertisement above, this time is a warm family, beloved mother.
So what does this have to do with the horror world?
Isn't that world full of demons, ready to jump out at any time?
It also emphasized that it was a story that "he" was more satisfied with...
Not simply.
"Is there anything different from last time?"
Hoang Tuan was thinking about the similarities in the previous stories, trying to find something in them, maybe he could be prepared in advance, so he wouldn't be clueless in the next story.
January 12th.
Tomorrow is coming.
The transition time between this time was not as long as the previous one, and there was a whole week for recuperation.
Since Hoang Tuan returned.
This time was only one and a half days.
The rushed time also made Hoang Tuan unable to adjust his condition properly...
Although, he seemed to have not made many adjustments.
However, this suspenseful update style made him feel a little overwhelmed. Originally, he intended to investigate the organization to see if he could find clues about Thanh Linh's disappearance.
But now it seems that he doesn't have much time to do other things...
Hoang Tuan stared at the computer screen, contemplating for a long while.
Half a day.
He couldn't understand much, he could only put aside the question for now, and then search for the missing machete in the house.
He didn't know whether it was because of the nice things the spider woman had done.
Finally, Hoang Tuan found the machete in the drain of the toilet, with half of its body soaked in the toilet water, and it was still wet with a few drops when it was taken out...
After finding the machete, he tidied up his bag a bit and cleaned up the items inside.
After going through the Tran Hung Dao High School.
He understood that there were some things that didn't work.
For example, the four power banks in the bag...
Hoang Tuan knew that he clearly didn't have a chance, such as finding a place to play a few games, they didn't need to bring it up.
Maybe because he went elsewhere on his own last time, the story of Tran Hung Dao High School was changed from "deception" to an exam, changing the true story.
Hoang Tuan looked at his empty backpack and started to put things in it.
"Well... the flashlight is necessary, the power bank is necessary, and at least one power bank for the phone..."
"In case of being trapped in some desperate situation, you must have food and drink."
"First, of course, dried rations and bottled water."
"Take some beef jerky to drink and refresh yourself, right?"
Hoang Tuan looked at the relatively spacious space in the large backpack and put two cans of energy drink in it.
In order not to make the backpack rattle like last time when running, he modified his large bag by adding multiple layers and compression straps inside.
"Be prepared for late-night dozing off too long, there must be."
"The french fries are already there... should I also take the melon seeds?"
"Or fruits?"
Thinking of this, Hoang Tuan froze for a while.
He suddenly realized that he was there to survive, not to go on a trip.
But looking at those things in the bag, he felt reluctant to take them out.
Anyway, there is still space in the bag, without adding more will be a waste, and his physical strength is affected by the machete and the demonic parasite, so it is no problem to carry a full backpack and run.
"Forget it, just take them."
Of course, in addition to these trivial things, Hoang Tuan still put things like nylon rope, small dagger, gauze, and disinfectant to stop bleeding in his bag.
With the backpack on his back, he looked like a "Viet Cong soldier".
The blood-soaked machete was not heavy, and its appearance was not much different from an ordinary farming machete except for the bloodstains like spider webs on it.
In order to be able to take this weapon at any time very conveniently.
He imitated a scene in a Chinese TV series and hung it on his side. Except for the slightly uncomfortable feeling, everything else was fine.
"It should be okay."
Hoang Tuan thought.
After everything was ready, he put the large backpack and the machete next to the bed and went to sleep.
He slept a bit late today.
Afraid that he wouldn't be able to wake up tomorrow, he set a few alarms for himself to be on guard.
The darkness shrouded.
Hoang Tuan happily sank into sleep, not thinking about anything and being happy.
So I fell asleep very quickly...
...
...
Afternoon.
One minute past five.
The warm sunlight of the winter, which was rare, penetrated through the thick clouds, and today's wind was warmer than a few days ago.
People passing by on the street were quite lively.
Hoang Tuan, as planned last night, carried a large backpack, with a machete attached to the side, sitting in front of the computer, waiting for the novel update.
There were not many changes in his personal information board.
It may be because the story of "Truong THPT Tran Hung Dao" has not yet ended, or it may be because his supporting role position has not increased.
Therefore, the number of words that Hoang Tuan can change now is still "4".
One of the few changes is that after the demonic parasite invaded his body, an item was added to the "Items" category, and the "Description" was changed to "Flesh-eating creature."
Of course, such changes were very satisfactory to Hoang Tuan in terms of the number of words he can increase. He was happier when the demonic parasite appeared more.
It can bring him many unimaginable conveniences.
It's much better than increasing 1 word...
Although the ability of the previous things has been magnified, it is still very limited, unlike this group of demonic insects, which can be used almost anytime.
He can even transform his image into a "Voracious Monster" if he wants to.
No, it's more appropriate to call it "Monster with a Tongue"...
...
The waiting time was not long.
Similar to last time, the author's update time will always be a few minutes in the evening.
When the new text content appeared on the screen.
But in an instant.
The scenes in Hoang Tuan's sight began to blur, shatter, and merge...
[I think.]
[Perhaps "mother" is the best word to describe love.]
[I love my mother very much.]
[Even when she is very strong and wants me to obey obediently...]
[She sometimes becomes abnormal.]
[Often playing some "tricks" with me that I don't like.]
[Mother often hides in my pencil case to tease me.]
[Mother often forces me to eat the dish "Rib Soup" that I hate the most.]
[Mother often "hides" upstairs and calls the little girl Mai down to sleep with me, occupying my room...]
[But I still love my mother.]
[My mother...]