My Cell Prison

Chapter 22: Edward Murray

Time remaining.

Three hours and fifty minutes.

Several red lanterns in the area of the bungalow were re-hung.

With the dark night and the stormy weather, the light from the red lanterns could only reach a range of ten meters around the bungalow.

Han Dong was observing and waiting on the second floor of the bungalow .

Waiting for Edward . Murray was killed by the evil spirit...and then would enter the final step of the plan.

However, the plan didn't work out the way he wanted .

In a rainstorm.

A young man, covered in rain, limps to the bungalow.

The man is Edward Murray.

Moreover, the 'steam prosthesis' that he had spent a lot of money to build and install seemed to have been damaged, and his movement was not as flexible as before.

"Akaman is an evil spirit, and so is the event character... No! Why are there two evil spirits? There was clearly no such information in the intelligence."

Major negligence had put Edward in a desperate situation.

Edward mistakenly thought that [Sinister Chen Li] was the evil spirit possessed in this incident, and thus, hadn't suspected the other members of the squad at all.

Of course, the mistake was to some extent related to Han Dong as well.

As the members of the squad split up, Han Dong ordered Chen Li to follow Edward while dressed in red and holding a kitchen knife.

This convinced Edward of the idea that 'Chen Li is the evil spirit'.

Therefore, he completely relaxes his guard when he met Akaman in the follow-up.

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It was already an incredible thing that he didn't die.

To know that a practicing sledgehammer wielding man like Bald Derrion in a factory, who was completely vigilant, would simply disappear when encountering an evil spirit, unable to even make a sound.

Edward Murray, on the other hand, employs some method of getting out of the 'mortal danger'.

He even escapes all the way to the bungalow area.

Staring at the bungalow where the lanterns were re-hung.

Together with the system prompt he received - 'Squad Survival Number is [3]' which included the Evil Spirit Akaman... it also equated to only Edward and one other person still alive at the moment.

Edward was a reasonably cautious person, and his brain was spinning rapidly, recalling some of the details of his experiences these days.

At that moment, someone's words came back to Edward's mind.

"My name is Nicholas Valen, born with a bad body and stayed home with nothing to do. However, when I'm usually bored, I have some knowledge of linguistics, so I should be able to act as a translator."

"Captain...I'm not feeling well."

"Captain, I need some rest."

"Then let's group them like this...I'm on a team with Miss Akaman."

The frail young man who would stop to catch his breath if he walked a short distance up the mountain-Warren . Nicholas, surfaced in Edward's mind.

For the positioning of 'Nicholas'.

Edward had used him as the 'least worrying translator' from the start, there was no way Nicholas could survive with such physical qualities.

Leaving Nicholas at the end as a prop to buy time was Edward's plan.

However, Edward was completely wrong...just because a man was physically weak, it didn't mean he lost his chance to live.

Monica is dead and Akerman is a lurking evil spirit.

Facing the bungalow with the red lantern hanging high.

Edward's 'sunny', 'friendly' side was gone, grimacing fiercely as he said.

"Brother Nicholas, you're really not very nice!

I took into account your weakness and made you stay in your room every day to rest. All the basic preparations were done by me leading the team... In the end, you actually plotted against me.

With a body like yours, you still want to become a 'Returner'?

Sooner or later you're going to die...might as well be a stepping stone for me."

However, in the face of Edward's roar and taunts, Han Dong did not appear.

Correspondingly, only a red-clothed woman with a single hand holding a baby doll and a kitchen knife in her right hand slowly walked through the corridor from the second floor, returning to the 'Room 6' that belonged to her.

Such a bizarre image made Edward sweat profusely.

To this day, he couldn't be sure whether 'Chen Li' was a human or a ghost.

Meanwhile.

Between the muddy mountain road, a crawling 'evil spirit' was also slowly approaching the bungalow.

There was just something not quite right about the evil spirit, moving a little slower than before.

Its face was wounded, as if it had been cut with a sharp instrument and burned by the heat, to the point that the corners of its mouth were completely gaping and blackened in an eerie way.

A thin tongue came out of the charred mouth, with a vaguely British pronunciation.

"This man... sure has some skills! It hurts so much, just like my father used to treat me with a branding iron. But it's a nostalgic feeling."

.........

It is not certain death.

From the elders who have passed through the Fate Space, Edward Murray learns that there are 'paths' to life, no matter how dangerous the events that correspond to the Fate Space.

One of those paths is Limitation.

The other way is the weakness of a dangerous creature, and if you can reveal or see its weakness, you will be able to push it back to a certain extent and buy a chance to escape.

Most evil spirits were 'afraid of fire', which would be the information Edward had bought... but there were also a few exceptions that were not only not afraid of fire, but were able to absorb it.

If he encountered the latter, then Edward would have definitely gone cold.

However, under normal circumstances, luck wouldn't be too bad.

This steam prosthetic limb of Edward's was not only steam powered in general, but could greatly increase its strength and punching speed.

It was also equipped with an internal combustion device and small nozzles.

Flame Thrower.

That's right...this was exactly one of Edward's cards.

The 'trump card' to be used in the event that he failed to control the 'time problem' that caused the evil spirit to find him.

However, due to the high price of the embedded 'flamethrower', Edward only had the ability to implant a regular type with a smaller capacity inside, which had completely run out of fuel during the head-on confrontation with the Evil Spirit just now.

Even with the destruction of the internal combustion pipe, he couldn't continue spewing fire even if he had time to refuel.

Edward, standing in front of the bungalow, tried to remain as calm as possible...to think, to figure out a way to break the situation.

"There's only one way I can survive...find this kid Nicholas and just kill him!

Now it has been 100% concluded that Akaman is the Evil Spirit, but it is still not fully confirmed as to whether or not [Sinister Chen Li] is the Evil Spirit.

A novice event, even a four-star one, where two evil spirits appeared was absolutely impossible! There is a high probability that the latter was instructed by Han Dong to pretend to be an evil spirit to mislead me.

That must be it!

It was all a conspiracy by Nicholas!

Where is this filthy, cunning rat...hiding?"

Edward was truly gifted and qualified to survive...to be able to calmly analyze at this juncture was considered 'excellent' and he was well prepared.

It was just a pity that he had already made a big mistake.

...........

As Edward began his search of the bungalow, Han Dong on the second floor was sitting on his bed with his ten fingers interlocked in a triangle, pondering the problem.

"Edward actually managed to survive a head-on encounter with an evil spirit... As expected, running into an 'evil spirit' doesn't necessarily mean you'll die.

There was no choice but to change the plan temporarily since Edward didn't die."