The No. 1 Hunfen King in the Entire Server [Interstellar] Chapter 8

“Station Chief, let me explain,” Lin Jing tried to argue while facing Brother Scar at the police station.

Brother Scar slammed the table and roared, “Explain? Explain what? Are you saying you didn’t cut those trees?”

Lin Jing hesitated. “…I didn’t do it on purpose.”

The muscles on Brother Scar’s face twitched with anger, and he pointed toward the door. “Are you blind? Can’t you see the rules posted out there? They’re written clearly—no unauthorized logging! What is it? Can’t read? Or just plain blind?”

His spit was almost flying into Lin Jing’s face.

Lin Jing: “…”

Lin Jing sat in the middle of the room. 

On his left, Blondie was trembling so much he was about to bury his head between his knees. On his right, Xu Wanzhi, completely unaffected, rested his chin on his hand, leisurely flipping through the personal files on the table.

Brother Scar’s gaze was fierce, his nostrils flaring. He held a knife in his hand, gripping and releasing it repeatedly. But in the end, he didn’t strike. After giving them a furious lecture, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him, and gritted out, “Tonight, don’t even think about leaving. Copy the rules a thousand times!”

Outside the police station, the other four were exchanging uneasy glances.

Feng Haozhong stepped forward eagerly as the station chief walked out, wearing a flattering smile. “Station chief, how are they doing?”

The station chief shot them a cold look, said nothing, shoved Feng Haozhong aside, and walked away.

Feng Haozhong, though pushed aside, didn’t feel embarrassed in the least. Clearly in high spirits, he looked smug, like someone who had the upper hand, and commented, “I knew it. Losers like them are all the same—put on a show to look impressive, but when it matters, they’re just dead weight.”

Xiao Xu frowned, obviously not agreeing with his words.

Liu Cheng, eager to please, asked, “Brother Feng, are we heading back now?”

Feng Haozhong snorted derisively. “Of course. With those dead weights out of the way, we just have to suck it up and handle more ourselves.”

The door’s soundproofing was terrible, and Feng Haozhong’s voice was deliberately loud. It was impossible not to hear him inside.

Blondie was outraged. “Brother Lin, he’s insulting us!”

“I heard.” 

Leaning over the desk, Lin Jing was diligently copying the village rules. The absurdly strict regulations here even astonished him—getting hunted down for cutting a single tree seemed a bit excessive, even for Brother Scar.

Blondie continued to grumble indignantly, “He’s the one pretending to be competent. Who does he think he is?”

Lin Jing’s handwriting was wild and unruly as he said, “Why waste energy caring about him?”

Halfway through copying, Lin Jing paused and glanced at Xu Wanzhi. The man was truly embodying the phrase “came to watch the show.” Flipping through the papers with his fingers, Xu Wanzhi noticed Lin Jing’s gaze and suddenly turned to him with a faint smile. “So, did you really have a dream?”

Lin Jing was momentarily stunned before remembering the backstory he’d given earlier. After a brief hesitation, he admitted, “I made it up.”

Xu Wanzhi seemed amused. “You left everything behind at twenty to journey alone to Qinghe Village in search of your soul’s final resting place? Hmm?”

Lin Jing tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, “Yeah.”

Blondie, still curious, asked, “Brother Xu, aren’t you worried? Don’t you need to start copying?”

Xu Wanzhi replied lazily, “No rush.”

Lin Jing interrupted, “Leave him alone and focus on your own task.”

Late at night, after finishing his copies, Lin Jing moved to Brother Scar’s computer. 

Upon booting it up, the screen was blood-red, prompting a password. After a single failed attempt, an alert popped up, and the system began shutting down. No matter what he did after that, the computer refused to start again.

It wasn’t entirely unexpected—an important NPC like Brother Scar wouldn’t just leave vital clues lying around for them.

“Looks like it’s raining outside.”

The station’s lights stayed on, and with others around, Blondie felt unusually safe at this hour. But just as he was about to sleep comfortably, the sound of rain woke him up.

He walked to the window and saw that it was indeed raining.

The police station stood at the village entrance, with mountains and vegetation stretching into the distance.

His comment received no response from anyone in the room. Pouting, Blondie leaned against the window and dozed off. The pattering of raindrops on leaves and soil was crisp and soothing, perfect for lulling someone to sleep.

Later in the night, half-asleep, Blondie thought he heard faint footsteps and saw Lin Jing getting up to turn off the lights.

Darkness enveloped the room. Then, Blondie had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, he seemed to hover above himself, seeing his own sleeping figure by the station window. As the rain poured harder and distant thunder rumbled, a flash of lightning illuminated the pitch-black forest, where an old figure appeared.

The elderly woman held a pitch-black umbrella and wore a long black robe. She stood stiffly, her pale face eerily white.

Though she stayed motionless, her position kept changing—moving to the middle of the road, then to the edge of the bushes, and finally, to the police station window.

The old woman knocked on the glass, at first slowly, then with increasing urgency, the sound growing louder and faster. Knock knock knock.

In the dream, “Blondie” woke up, staring at her in confusion.

Her expression was strange as she asked cryptically, “It’s raining. Do you want an umbrella?”

“Blondie” shook his head. “No need.”

The old woman, as if not hearing him, asked again, “Do you want an umbrella?”

“Blondie” was too scared to say anything and took a step back.

The old woman’s expression grew more anxious. She reached out, as if trying to pry the window open, but no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t budge. Muttering to herself, she said, “Getting soaked in the rain is bad for your health.”

Her fingers scraped against the glass, her anxiety escalating as she failed to open it. Her pale face began to take on a faint bluish hue, and under the flicker of lightning, her expression twisted into something grotesque, like a malevolent spirit.

“Blondie” recoiled in terror, his hand brushing against something. It was wet and cold. Startled, he picked it up and realized it was a black umbrella.

The moment he laid eyes on the umbrella, the old woman outside narrowed her pupils sharply. Her expression turned into an eerie smile, her gaze brimming with greed.

She pressed her face against the glass, flattening her nose, mouth, and eyes against the surface. Then her face began to dissolve into a thick, black liquid, seeping through the glass bit by bit.

Even though her mouth was gone, her voice echoed eerily, raspy and tinged with blame, “You already had an umbrella. Why lie to Grandma?”

The black liquid seeped into the room, spreading across the floor. In his dream, “Blondie” was swallowed by the inky substance, his screams of terror drowned out, leaving only splashes of red blood mixing with the black.

With a loud gasp, Blondie snapped awake, panting heavily. He couldn’t regain his composure for a long time. Looking around, he saw Lin Jing asleep behind his computer and Xu Wanzhi casually leaning against the wall. The room was unsettlingly quiet.

After waking from the nightmare, his fear felt amplified. The sound of rain outside was relentless, and though he wanted to sleep again, he shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind.

Just then, a soft voice called out near his ear.

“Big Brother.”

The blood in “Blondie’s” veins turned ice-cold. He felt like something was controlling his body, preventing him from moving or making a sound. Slowly, he turned his head.

Outside the window stood a little girl, delicate and cute. She was leaning against the frame, her hair soaking wet and dripping. Her face was pale from the cold, and she asked in a trembling voice, “Big Brother, do you have an umbrella?”

An umbrella. Again with the umbrella.

Somehow, the window had already been opened, and the damp, sticky, oppressive air of the rain seemed to rush into the room. The moisture clung to everything like an enclosing net.

Blondie’s mind went blank. Before he realized it, his hand had already reached for the umbrella on the floor.

— No! No, I can’t! I shouldn’t give it to her!

Two conflicting thoughts erupted in his mind, battling for control over his body.

But all his inner turmoil shattered the moment he noticed something in the distance.

In a nearby grove, he saw an elderly figure. The old person was standing still, holding a black umbrella and wearing a long black robe. Their greedy gaze was fixed in their direction.

“Ahhh!” Overwhelming fear sent a rush of blood to Blondie’s head, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

Before his vision blacked out completely, he heard a familiar voice.

It was a young man’s voice, calm and laced with amusement.

“Why would you need an umbrella on a rainy day, little sister? Come over here and take shelter with your big brother instead.”

The umbrella was yanked from his grasp. Outside, the little girl’s expression froze for an instant, but before she could retreat, someone grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her inside.

Lin Jing stood there, his voice steady. “I knew you’d show up.”

Click.

The lights in the police station flickered on.

“Blondie” snapped back to his senses and saw a little girl with a severed arm sitting at the table.

She was dressed exactly the same as before: two braided pigtails, a blue shirt, and black trousers. Her face was icy cold, and she was visibly furious.

The “umbrella” Lin Jing had taken from “Blondie” was, in fact, the severed arm wrapped in a red cloth.

Lin Jing: “Let’s make a deal. Answer a few of my questions, and I’ll give your arm back. How does that sound?”

The girl’s cold gaze pierced through him.

Lin Jing tapped a pen against the paper. “If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as agreement.”