I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Inside the restaurant, the atmosphere grew a bit tense, but the patrons continued their meals as if nothing had changed.

Or perhaps they were simply accustomed to it, as long as their dining wasn't disturbed.

Qin Nuo approached, looked at the Stitching Ghost, and asked calmly, "Is there something you need?"

A Slanted-Eyed Ghost held a blood-red heart, placed it on the table, and grinned, "Have a bite."

Qin Nuo glanced at the heart and shook his head, "Not interested."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."

A branch-like arm blocked Qin Nuo's path.

The Stitching Ghost's dangling eyeball stared at Qin Nuo and chuckled, "Eat before you leave."

"Don't humans say you are what you eat? Eating a heart should make you braver. If you don't appreciate our kindness, don't blame us."

Qin Nuo squinted but remembered Pinocchio's words and said, "I don't like causing trouble in the restaurant."

"If you insist on asking for trouble, don't blame anyone else."

At this table, besides the Stitching Ghost, the other three ghosts were equally strong. Even though he had opened the third Blood Eye, Qin Nuo was still a bit worried about a real fight.

The Blood-Eyed Ghost, however, seemed indifferent.

It remained silent.

"Yiya!"

Suddenly, a childish voice broke the tension.

Next, a chubby white baby wearing a bellyband crawled onto the table, babbling as it sat in front of the Stitching Ghost, picking up the cutlery to play.

The ghosts were stunned, not quite processing the scene.

"A human baby?" The Stitching Ghost frowned and looked toward the server.

"Hey, we didn't order this dessert!"

The Slanted-Eyed Ghost eyed the baby's tender flesh with greed, drooling onto the table.

"No problem if it's a mistake, such delicious food is rare."

"I'll take it!"

The baby, unfazed by the Slanted-Eyed Ghost's intense gaze, giggled while holding up a knife and fork.

Qin Nuo watched the baby, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Why did this baby look so familiar?

Just as the Slanted-Eyed Ghost picked up the cutlery, its eyes almost glowing with bloodlust, a pair of small white hands lifted the baby.

"Xiaoxiao, be good, Grandma hasn't finished drinking yet, don't run around, okay?"

A little girl with twin ponytails held the baby and a bottle, placing it in the baby's mouth.

The baby clutched the bottle, sucking contentedly, eyes narrowing in bliss.

The little girl smiled with satisfaction and was about to return to her table.

The Slanted-Eyed Ghost squinted and called out to the little girl, "Is this little ghost your food or your pet?"

The little girl didn't look at him, gently wiping the sweat from Xiaoxiao's forehead, and replied coldly, "Pet? Food? Do you want to be one?"

"This is my dear sister, a family member."

Hearing this, the ghosts burst into laughter, pounding the table, causing the dishes to rattle.

This unusual behavior drew the attention of many patrons, who looked at the little girl and the baby, pondering something.

Some patrons turned their faces away with apprehension.

Others watched with interest, their eyes carrying a certain mockery.

Watching the Stitching Ghost and others laugh with their heads thrown back, the little girl tilted her head in confusion and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

The Stitching Ghost and the others didn't explain, instead teasingly saying, "What we're laughing at isn't important. What's important is that your dear sister crawled onto our table and dirtied our food. How should we settle this?"

The Slanted-Eyed Ghost still eyed the baby, swallowing saliva, "Leave your dear sister, and we won't hold a grudge."

The little girl's eyes were clear, like an innocent child who had never seen the world's dangers, and she continued to ask, "Or what?"

The Stitching Ghost looked at her, sneering threateningly, "The food on the table becomes you, and we'll brutally share you."

"For example, the first step, we'll take your head off, then dig out the inside..."

The Stitching Ghost's words stopped halfway.

The little girl was holding a head, eyes taking up half the face, as if sliced open by a knife from the forehead to the jaw, the mouth twisted, revealing teeth like a rake.

It was the Slanted-Eyed Ghost's head.

Looking back at the table, the Slanted-Eyed Ghost's head was gone, black liquid gushing out, staining the entire table and chairs.

The little girl looked at the stunned ghosts and asked, "Is this how you lift it?"

An invisible pressure suddenly filled the table.

The Stitching Ghost and the others realized something was wrong, jumped up, but slowly sat back down.

Behind them, at some point, stood a man in a suit, his face cold.

Adjusting his sunglasses, the man in the suit spoke calmly, "Miss, how should we handle this?"

"Handle it normally."

The little girl waved her hand dismissively and turned to leave.

The man in the suit glanced at Qin Nuo and asked, "This one too?"

She didn't even look at Qin Nuo, assuming he was just another patron at the table, and nodded.

At this moment, the Stitching Ghost and the others were sweating profusely, sitting there, not daring to move.

"Uh, long time no see?"

Qin Nuo greeted the little girl unexpectedly.

The sudden turn of events caught Qin Nuo off guard, and what surprised him even more was encountering an old acquaintance.

Wasn't this little girl the same customer who liked to add hair clippings to her tea with milk last time?

Back then, the baby was placed on the table as a dish by a ghost, saved by the Half-Ghost little girl. He didn't expect it to be doing well now, even plumper and healthier.

The Half-Ghost little girl glanced at Qin Nuo, tilting her head as if trying to remember.

After thinking for a while and failing to recall, she simply gave up, "Don't know you."

Qin Nuo pulled out the business card left by the man in the suit, who raised an eyebrow, seemingly remembering.

The baby in the Half-Ghost little girl's arms, satisfied, burped.

Seeing Qin Nuo, it giggled, reaching out its small hands to grab at the air.

The Half-Ghost little girl looked at Xiaoxiao, then at Qin Nuo, suddenly remembering, "You're the server who made me tea with milk last time?"

Qin Nuo felt a bit embarrassed, thinking this girl had a poor memory; even the baby still drinking milk remembered him, yet she forgot completely.

"Your tea with milk was delicious. Can you make me another one?" the Half-Ghost little girl licked her red lips and asked.

"I'm not a server now, just here to sit in the restaurant," Qin Nuo said, rubbing his nose.

"Alright then."

The Half-Ghost little girl didn't mind, carrying the baby back to her table.

At that table, besides the little girl, sat a woman in a bright red dress, her hair elegantly styled, hands delicate, skin like jade, sitting quietly, her face as exquisite as a flawless gem, mesmerizing.

Qin Nuo was a bit stunned.

In the Horror World, there were actually beautiful women?

Most importantly, the woman in the red dress didn't emit any aura, as if a veil isolated her surroundings.

Sometimes, the oppressive Ghost Aura can be terrifying.

But even more terrifying is an existence that is undetectable, mysterious, and suffocating!

The woman in the red dress was such an existence.

The surrounding patrons deliberately avoided looking at the woman in the red dress, fearing to attract attention and invite trouble.

Rip!

At this moment, two tearing sounds came from behind.

When Qin Nuo turned around, he saw two heads placed on the dish on the table.

The Stitching Ghost's body was trembling, the stitched faces drooping.

The terrifying intent of death caused the stitches holding its body together to loosen, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

With its last ounce of strength, it spoke in a trembling voice.

"Wait, I have an organization behind me, maybe you should consider..."

Before it could finish, the man in the suit placed a finger on the Stitching Ghost's head and then stabbed down.

In an instant, all the stitches on the Stitching Ghost's body snapped, and the stitched body parts scattered to the ground.

The faces quickly turned into puddles of pus.

The Stitching Ghost's head, pierced through the skull by the finger, was deprived of all vitality, rolling on the ground, emitting black smoke as it decayed.

Qin Nuo felt a chill run down his spine.

If the man in the suit had dealt with him like that, could the three-eyed Blood-Eyed Ghost withstand it?

The man in the suit took a napkin, wiped his finger clean, and then returned to stand behind the woman in the red dress.

Facing the sudden massacre on the second floor of the restaurant, the patrons turned a blind eye, and even the servers acted as if nothing had happened, coming over with brooms and mops to clean up.

The Half-Ghost little girl teased the baby in her arms.

But the baby was clearly sleepy, yawning and then snuggling into the little girl's shoulder, falling asleep adorably.

The Half-Ghost little girl smiled sweetly, "So cute."

Sitting across from her, the woman in the red dress took a sip of light tea, placed it back on the saucer, and looked at the sleeping baby, her eyebrows slightly raised, showing displeasure, "You should keep her in check. If she keeps causing trouble, you should throw her away."

The Half-Ghost little girl pouted, then giggled, "Sister, she's so cute, don't you like her at all?"

The woman in the red dress's beautiful eyes were indifferent, "I hate children, especially babies."

"Not necessarily. Let's make a bet. You'll like Xiaoxiao eventually, and by then, you won't let me throw her away even if I want to."

The woman in the red dress didn't speak, but the coldness in her eyes conveyed her meaning.

Seeing that he had nothing to do with it, Qin Nuo planned to leave, but the Half-Ghost little girl called him over.

"Sister, didn't you say before that my taste is weird and no one can make what I like? This cook made tea with milk that satisfied me!"

"So, are you willing to admit defeat?"

The Half-Ghost little girl said triumphantly.

The woman in the red dress lifted her chin slightly, glanced at Qin Nuo, then withdrew her gaze, remaining silent, continuing to read the book in her hand.

"Cook, meeting again is fate. I'm Gu Wan'er."

The Half-Ghost little girl extended her hand generously.

"Phantom." Qin Nuo thought for a moment and extended his hand as well.

As they shook hands, Gu Wan'er exclaimed softly, "Why is there an extra ghost this time, and it's injured?"

Qin Nuo was surprised that this girl could tell the Blood-Eyed Ghost was injured.

But she was only curious for a moment and then lost interest.

After chatting for a bit, Qin Nuo mentioned he had things to do and left.

As Qin Nuo descended the stairs, the woman in the red dress unexpectedly looked up at the stairway but quickly withdrew her gaze, her expression indifferent.

Back on the first floor, the air seemed fresher and more breathable. Qin Nuo wondered about the background of those two sisters.

Previously, on the first floor, the Half-Ghost little girl had wantonly slaughtered patrons, and everyone turned a blind eye, including the restaurant staff.

This time, on the second floor, it happened again, and still, no one dared to intervene. The background of these sisters was beyond Qin Nuo's imagination.

"The Horror World is like this, survival of the fittest. I've seen it many times," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said calmly.

"Did you see that woman in the red dress?"

Qin Nuo was speechless, "I'm not blind."

"I mean, did you see her aura?"

"You can't detect it, right? You don't know if she's human, Half-Ghost, or a ghost. The unknown is the most terrifying."

"Can you see it?" Qin Nuo asked back.

"Didn't you ask before how terrifying a ghost with a deadly fate is? That woman is one," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.

Qin Nuo couldn't help but shake his head and smile, "It seems there are still many areas in the Horror World I haven't touched."

At the entrance.

Pinocchio stood there, staring straight at Qin Nuo.

His gaze seemed to say, why do you always cause so much trouble every time you come?

Qin Nuo shrugged, "I didn't provoke them."

Pinocchio said nothing and walked away with a sigh.

Ten minutes later, Qin Nuo left the Nether Springs Restaurant and returned to the bus stop.

By now, the sky was darkening.

Inside the restaurant, many patrons were leaving.

On the desolate street, ghostly shadows moved about, disappearing into the night.

The streetlights flickered like motion sensors, buzzing twice before lighting up.

The light happened to illuminate where Qin Nuo sat, the night wind chilly and eerie.

"Ding ding ding."

Before long, the 404 bus slowly approached, still in poor condition, one wheel deformed, making for a bumpy ride.

Qin Nuo tossed in two Ghost Currency coins and boarded the bus.

Checking the time, it was nearing eight o'clock.

Watching the Horror World outside gradually swallowed by darkness, Qin Nuo withdrew his gaze.

Next, he needed to deal with the Other Shore Convenience Store.

He had a rather thorough plan.

Though it seemed absurd, it was reliable.