SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 135 Entering "Rain City"._1

"It seems children really aren’t suited for driving big vehicles, just look how scared the kid is..."

Colin muttered to himself while putting away the monocle, no longer using it to look around aimlessly.

His experience in The Kingdom of Knights had taught him...

Never to look around without a cause; you might just see something you shouldn’t and drop dead.

"There’s nothing particularly problematic; he’ll recover in about fifteen minutes."

After updating on Loafing Immortal’s basic status, Colin surveyed the room—a space of roughly thirty square meters scattered with yellow paper, and also featuring a long sword broken in one part.

Unsurprisingly, these must be the "Loafing Immortal’s" props...

It made him feel as if he was truly like a Taoist priest.

Without dwelling on it further, familiar "subtitles" once again appeared before everyone.

[In less than an hour, night will fall, and due to certain reasons, light rain will begin outside the villa. You must enter the area covered by the rain before the sun disappears. In addition, on the third floor of the little villa, in one of the rooms, you will find some raincoats.]

[These raincoats are quite special, giving a very particular feeling, as if they were a sort of special raincoat.]

[Under the protection of the raincoats, not a drop of rainwater touched you, and as you walked into it, you encountered some attacks. After wandering for a long while, you luckily came across a survivor inside...]

The "Narrator" stopped after the third line, suggesting there was more to come.

"Damn, what’s with this pointless verbosity in the second part? But keep going, what happened after meeting the survivors?"

Colin blinked, staring at the "Narrator" in front of him, knowing that this was the Script Book assisting them.

Unfortunately, the arranged content was short and didn’t provide much information.

As Colin and the others contemplated whether the next part of the story would appear, their eyelids twitched as they saw a line of crimson "Narrator" subtitles emerge before their eyes.

[Do not trust any information on the "Narrator" when it gets dark, and be cautious of its means of assimilating you through the "script." Try to avoid acting according to its written content through reasonable methods.]

The bloody subtitles nearly filled the entire field of vision, signaling the gravity of the situation.

[Finally, we wish you luck.]

When these brief characters appeared, Colin and the others suddenly felt an inexplicable sensation—the "Narrator" had vanished.

No, it was the still reasonable "Narrator" that had disappeared...

"Should our next move be based on the information just provided?" Dog Brother asked, looking at Colin, who was deep in thought.

"Yeah, let’s follow the instructions above for now."

Colin nodded, feeling that the information provided was probably fine.

As for the so-called "assimilating arrangements," they must be scripted events he was supposed to trigger...

As long as they could be avoided, the problem wouldn’t be too significant.

Glancing at the Loafing Immortal still huddled in the corner hugging his knees, Colin took out a ring—the "Servant of Money."

Reaching into his pocket, he initially intended to pay himself, but after a thought, Colin asked the others, "Who has money on them?"

"I do... "

"Give me a hundred bucks."

Colin took a large red banknote from Brother Xu, stretched out his hand, and summoned a "Money Slave."

"Six of bamboo? The quality isn’t great, too bad I didn’t draw the red dragon, but it’s not a big problem..."

Colin gestured towards a wardrobe in the room, instructing the Money Slave to open it. Inside were indeed several orange-yellow raincoats.

These raincoats...

It looked no different from the usual raincoats. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

But for some reason, Colin and the others felt it was very special; they couldn’t quite put their finger on what was special about it—it was just special.

"Damn, it feels like some kind of cognitive disturbance..." Dog Brother cursed as he took the raincoat.

Colin guessed that it must have been endowed with the special powers of a "Script Book," which, in a sense, could be considered a "plot device."

Without giving it much thought, he stored the item carefully and then said,

"Rest up for a while. We have less than half an hour. When it gets dark and starts raining, we move."

He set a timer on his phone, found a spot to sit, and silently waited.

Time ticked by, second by second, and after more than ten minutes, Loafing Immortal finally returned to normal, and the task involving him was at last complete...

After a brief explanation of the current situation, everyone in the bedroom grew quiet again, silently making their preparations.

Colin’s phone buzzed with a vibration after what seemed like an age—

Time was up.

Just at that moment, a wailing wind sound came from outside the window, as a gale began to blow in.

Inside the house, affected by the hurricane, there was a sound like the wailing of a banshee, something usually only experienced by residents of high-rise buildings.

Colin and the others turned to look in the direction of the sky and saw a daunting mass of dark clouds rushing towards them.

However, this oppressive cloud stopped inexplicably when it got about a hundred meters away from them.

Where the dark cloud covered, rain poured down like a torrent, and mist filled the air...

Outside the dark clouds, everything else seemed normal...

In one scene, there were two dramatically different bizarre weathers, leaving Colin and the others amazed.

"Yin and Yang rain..." Dog Brother couldn’t help but utter.

By then, each of them had donned an orange raincoat and put on their rain hats...

"Let’s go."

Colin glanced at the sinking sun at the edge of the sky and took the lead out of the room, charging towards the rainy area.

The others, who had gradually come to approve of him, followed closely behind without much hesitation.

Soon, as everyone entered into the curtain of rain, at the edge where the sun was setting, it seemed as if everything was about to plunge into darkness as they knew it...

However, just then, Colin had a sudden and intense sense of crisis well up inside him, and an image flashed through his mind—

He turned his head towards a certain place, engulfed by crimson light...

And then, his body uncontrollably collapsed into a writhing tumorous mass.

"Close your eyes—don’t look!"

Colin shouted in alarm and was the first to turn his head and close his eyes, and the others did the same.

Meanwhile...

The city’s skies, which were thought to be slipping into night, suddenly tore open with a fissure. Starting from an unknown location, it spanned across the entire sky, as if it had ripped through the world of "Script City."

It seemed not to have appeared out of nowhere but had always been there, only revealing itself as the "sun" set.

Countless beams of crimson radiance spilled from the great tear, covering most of the area of Passionate Paradise, except for a few areas that seemed to be spared due to the presence of actual objects...

Then, behind the rift showering countless crimson lights, a massive celestial body emitting a dark red, cold, oppressive light silently appeared...

It hung behind the gap, as if silently peering into the special world beneath the fissure.