Chapter 146: Silent

Damn, it's actually this monster!

Lin An's heart jolted, his spiritual power instantly linked with the few people behind him.

"Everyone, stop any movement!"

【Death Doll】, in my past life it briefly appeared in the chat channel.

Because it is a rare meme and also appeared in the Linjiang War Zone, most players have a deep impression of it.

【Death Doll】: Dangerous-level meme.

Its movement speed is slow, equivalent to a car at 60 km/h, but it has the characteristics of being indestructible and unstoppable.

Its means of attack are unknown, suspected to be rule-level.

Any living thing seen by it will be locked onto.

Once locked on, it means relentless pursuit until death.

The usual killing method is a three-second countdown; if the locked-on target moves after three seconds, they die instantly, the method being twisting the head.

During the head-twisting process, resistance is impossible; it is known that a Second Level Awakened One once stubbornly endured for 4 seconds, but in the end was still twisted to death.

During the locking process, unless someone blocks the line of sight and dies in place of the original target.

Only then can the original locked-on target survive.

Therefore, someone stared at by the doll stubbornly stayed motionless for six days, but ultimately died from exhaustion.

Information is scarce; these few pieces of information were compiled by some survivors.

Of course, these survivors merely survived for a short time.

They could not find anyone willing to die in their place, so in the subsequent 【Death Doll】 hunt, none survived.

Along with the bases or gathering places they joined, casualties were heavy.

As for the aftermath, Lin An only knows that the Death Doll seemed to have suddenly disappeared and never appeared again.

Unlike mutants, which can be dealt with by strength, this aberrant existence cannot be opposed by strength at all.

Perhaps only a Fourth Stage existence, a Sovereign who has mastered rule power, can directly oppose it?

The whole place was deathly silent.

Even after Lin An violently broke through the barrier, the crowd originally on the open ground showed no reaction.

They dared not move, dared not even glance.

No one knows exactly what constitutes 'movement'.

Everyone tried to minimize their movements as much as possible, even breathing carefully, fearing that the rise and fall of the chest would be judged as movement.

Lin An desperately observed the scene's information, he also dared not act rashly.

Who knows how wide the doll's field of view is.

The information from his past life is too scarce; he cannot gamble his life on the doll not having seen him.

Time passed, two minutes later.

Suddenly, a scream came from the restaurant in the service area; a woman about thirty, her face full of terror, chased after a little boy.

"Don't go out! Bo Yu! Don't go out!"

The little boy giggled, looking quite mischievous.

He glanced at the uncle and aunt standing in place, then noticed the doll on the corpse.

A boy of that age does not understand what death is; he exclaimed in delight, then stretched out his hands and ran toward the doll.

The stiff crowd remained motionless, each person's face showing reluctance and fear.

They dared not speak, for they had already been locked onto by the doll and the countdown was ending.

No one was willing to risk their own life to save another.

Liang Shaoguang's eyes were about to burst, he forcibly suppressed the sound in his throat from escaping.

Veins bulged, he painfully watched as the boy ultimately stepped into the doll's locking range.

However, a few young people in the crowd, though somewhat reluctant, flashed a hint of delight in their eyes.

They cannot move now.

But as long as the boy is locked onto by the doll and dies, they will have a brief opportunity to act.

After a kill, the doll will have a brief lull and will not attack.

As long as they are not seen by the doll afterward, there is hope to survive.

"3."

The locking sound rang out, but the boy noticed nothing, merely reaching out toward the doll as if it were a beloved toy.

"Don't!"

The woman in the restaurant screamed hysterically, she recklessly rushed out of the restaurant toward her child.

"Yu'er! Don't touch!"

"2."

The doll's voice sounded, devoid of emotion.

The woman's face was ashen, she recalled a scene from when everyone fled earlier.

Although just an ordinary person, in desperation she managed to reach the doll's side before the countdown ended and grabbed the child into her arms.

The embrace was warm, the child's face buried in her chest.

"Mom... Mom..."

The child was held too tightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

He let out a confused, clumsy cry, only to find the woman holding him trembling all over.

"1"

As the final countdown sounded, the woman gave a grim smile, firmly turning her body to face the doll.

The white-painted eyes were lifeless.

"3"

The countdown restarted, and the woman shouted hoarsely at the crowd without turning back, her voice choked with tears and reluctance.

"After I die, take the child inside!!!"

"2"

As the countdown sounded, the woman couldn't help but cry softly, tears sliding down her face, her gaze fixed on the doll.

"1"

"Wooden person"

Before death arrived.

The woman seemed to calm down, she brushed her disheveled hair, her eyes red.

"Click."

Flesh tore, the spine twisted apart by brute force.

The head was turned backward like a doll's, and the woman caught one last glimpse of the child.

"Mom... I love you..."

No sound came from her mouth.