There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Almost the moment Luo Kai left, the black ship enveloped in the Blood Flame finally extinguished the fire upon its own body. And it only grew angrier from it. In just an instant, the few surviving sailors were pierced through their bodies, and in a flash, they were devoured by the tentacles, leaving behind only some sinister drops of blood scattered on the deck. The first mate, while defending against the sailors, had suffered several slash wounds, his Flesh and Blood turned inside out, deep to the bone; now, delirious and leaning against the cabin wall, he was breathing more out than in. Old Zhou, though still valiant, was not faring well either. Sitting on the deck, he suddenly reflected, "Who would have thought that after decades of struggling at sea, I'd still have a chance to witness the ghost stories the older generation spoke of—I guess it hasn't been a wasted life after all." It seemed like the first mate heard him, but perhaps he didn't hear clearly, or maybe he couldn't speak; he just mustered a smile as a response. The next moment, black tentacles surged like a tide and instantly pierced through the first mate's body. Leaving behind a pool of blood. Across, Old Zhou stared blankly, his face pale, then abruptly looked up in the direction where Xu Shuo was. But before that, he saw the young sailor standing in front of him. "Boss Zhou, I've safely sent Xu away." Looking at him, the young sailor's face, still not free from fear, also revealed a wan smile. Old Zhou returned a relieved smile, and then saw that the young man was engulfed by the tempestuous waves of darkness, his blood blasting onto Old Zhou, making his already bloodstained face even murkier. When the blood exploded towards him, Old Zhou instinctively closed his eyes. The liquid pattered against him, not the warm blood he expected, but a pool of sticky black substance. Trembling, Old Zhou opened his eyes and lifted his hand to look, only to find not a trace of blood on him, but an even more terrifying and chilling black. He suddenly felt extremely cowardly, fearfully trying to rub off the darkness on his body, but the more he scrubbed, the more it spread. This substance was as if it were the darkness that spurted from the depths of his soul, after he had just personally killed his own crew, his own brothers in arms! "I can't let Xu see this. "How scared Xu must be now; I must go find her quickly. "It's so late, if her parents see I haven't taken her back, they must be worried too. "I must hurry and find her…" It seemed Old Zhou had suddenly forgotten the events that had just transpired. He shakily propped up his heavy body and walked towards the deck house, his muddied eyes stained completely black. He didn't notice the large hole in his stomach, nor the ruin and bloodshed of the Daping Hao, nor the filth on his body. Black, viscous substance dripped from his body. Old Zhou shuffled his steps, passing by Xu Shuo without a glance, lifting his aged hand to grab a beam and climbed up into the deck house. … The black ship had closed the distance with the Daping Hao once again. The ship's structure, narrower at the bottom and wider at the top, meant that even if there was still a two to three-meter distance underwater, the bulwarks of the two ships were nearly touching. The sea, propelling the vessels, rocked them back and forth. The black ship finally made contact with the bulwark of the Daping Hao, but there was no collision because at that moment they seemed to become intangible, merging into one another. Xu Shuo realized by now. Presumably, the black ship's ultimate goal was to merge with the Daping Hao, to merge with another Daping Hao identical to it. In fact, since the moment the black ship appeared, the outcome may have already been sealed. Because this black ship, was the Daping Hao after its disaster. Xu Shuo stepped onto the bulwark and with an ordinary little step over, he walked onto the black ship opposite. He looked around. It was indeed identical to the structure atop the Daping Hao, those patchy black stains were actually the blood of the crew members from just now, and the deck was still strewn with ropes, weapons, and fragments of clothing. Including the rope that connected to the sampan, which had just been cut by the young sailor, on the port side wall. Everything was in exactly the same position. The Daping Hao had just replayed the event. Could this be what happened that year? Xu Shuo stood quietly on the deck of the black ship, raising his head to glance at the tattered sail above, surrounded by countless pitch-black tentacles that encaged the ship like a prison, densely packed all around. They were slowly closing in, having already seen him as a creature caught in the cage. Boom—! Suddenly, a strong wave of spiritual power burst forth from the young man at the center, shattering those menacing black tentacles in an instant, reducing them to dust that scattered down. Xu Shuo turned his head towards the starboard stern of the black ship. That spot had been previously penetrated by the dark tentacles at a slanted angle, punching through the tween deck and the watertight compartment. That was also where Xu Shuo had stood at the beginning. However, even before Xu Shuo was attacked, there was already an identical hole on the black ship. It was as if some force of precognition was at play. But what really interested Xu Shuo was—did this ship really have a same hole when the incident occurred hundreds of years ago? After all, in principle, the extracted scripts are just replays of what happened before, not a return to that point in time. It's just that some smart programs have been added to the extracted scripts, much like in the Script World, where NPCs are set with scripts as well. But if one were to dig deeper into this matter… It seems like something isn't quite right? However, before Xu Shuo could think much longer while standing on the black ship, the ship was suddenly lifted high by a huge wave! It was as if there was a small island beneath the ship, which had now surfaced without warning, also raising the black ship that had stopped atop it. "Splish splash!" The black sea water churned down. Xu Shuo, along with the ship, was lifted dozens of meters into the air; the roaring waves that broke were deafening as they crashed down, and under the star-studded night sky— A monstrous creature appeared on the surface of the sea! It emitted a low roar like rolling thunder, the cries seemingly mixed with an array of noisy murmurs, a mass of sounds rolling in from the horizon, making one's head swim and mind crush as if something was frantically squeezing the brain. The monster lifted several tentacles from the sea, each one thick as a dozen meters, and on their slick black skin, there were countless suction cups of all sizes. And inside those suction cups, there were densely packed red eyeballs! Just one glance at these things was enough to send shivers down one's spine, goosebumps all over the body, and an undefeatable terror rising in one's heart, not to mention the eyeballs frenziedly scurrying in the cups, emitting sharp, grating noises! This creature seemed to transcend just being disgusting. It was outright a mental assault! In that moment, the thinking brain seemed no longer under control, unable to maintain its own thoughts. In that moment, Xu Shuo's brain felt as though struck by a hammer! He had only one thought at that time— Tonight, let's go eat octopus. …