There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Facing the sea monster as vast as a mountain, Xu Shuo, standing on the black ship, seemed as inconsequential as a rootless duckweed adrift in the boundless sea. Actually, the moment he had extended his Mind Network earlier, he had already detected the creature lurking beneath the black ship. But at that time, the image detected was just an unfathomably dark abyss, giving only a faint sense that the darkness was something enormously huge, without a specific shape. As for the scene now in front of him... Xu Shuo wanted to name a specific shape, but besides the image of an octopus filling his head, he couldn't find any other adjective for the time being. At this moment, his thinking seemed restricted. All knowledge he had accumulated until now turned pale and superficial in this instant; his brain emptied, only filled with the vast and ferocious darkness! Moreover, he was detecting through the Mind Network that he had spread out with spiritual power, causing these shadows to invade his consciousness in a more direct manner, seizing all of his senses. In a daze, it seemed as if the world consisted only of thick darkness, and within it, countless eyes stared at him, while noisy and sharp gibberish buzzed around him. His spiritual power tried to peer through this darkness to see something else, but no matter how hard he looked, his vision was filled with only darkness and the monster. Thoughts and emotions that he couldn't comprehend flitted through his mind, forcibly squeezing his brain. Uncontrollable fear, evil thoughts rising from within, violent impulses toward destruction—these negative emotions clamored chaotically, as if someone were playing a twisted and eerie song. But even now, the foremost thought rising to the surface of Xu Shuo's consciousness was— Such a huge octopus! He had even thought about how he would like to braise it. Like the wings of a moth, thin as cicada wings, being pierced by flames, the engulfing darkness surrounding him gradually dissipated somewhat, allowing him to faintly see the starry sky through the burnt holes. As Xu Shuo burned his spiritual power, the strings of the small violin in his mind also seemed to resonate with something and started to vibrate frantically! Xu Shuo didn't doubt that at its peak, it could directly play a tune! The violin habitually stored an unknown power, and now, at this critical juncture when it was needed, it transferred power to Xu Shuo without any reservation. What was burning was his spiritual power, as well as the Mind Network he had spread out. Xu Shuo was enveloped by the boundless darkness, but the darkness, too, was covered by his expanding spiritual power. Eyes from all directions stared fixedly at him. It felt as if mountains were collapsing and seas overturning around him, the rumbling sound was deafening, unclear whether it was the monster's rage or its screams. ... Somewhere in the Script World. The man who had been intently searching for clues suddenly paused, looking down at his left wrist. The pattern of the rose, which persisted no matter what destruction it faced, even if he entered a character role in the script, remained exactly in the same spot on his left wrist. Perhaps because it was a Soul Contract, it was ever-present; once he figured it out, he stopped dwelling on it. But now, that rose was very hot. The crimson pattern of the rose deepened in color until it was so red it turned almost black, faintly emitting a dark glow like the flow of blood, and it was scorching hot. Accompanying it was a slight dizziness in his brain, as if something was extracting his spiritual power. He immediately tried to secure his mind. But before he could continue to detect what was happening, that fleeting sensation swiftly disappeared, and the rose pattern that had turned black and hot was back to normal. The sudden weakness came and went in haste. Hm? So what exactly happened?? Could it be... Cerys's side? ... ... "Boom!" A shocking roar exploded above the sea, like a massive tsunami being lifted, sending towering pillars of water up into the night sky! The enormous octopus, with its countless tentacles waving like a small island, instantly turned into a mist that spread across the sky, the viscous black substance shattered by an unknown force into such a fine mist it couldn't even condense into a liquid. Naturally, the black ship, previously lifted high into the air by the darkness, now fell back down, smashing loudly onto the sea's surface. The ship didn't fall apart. But when Xu Shuo looked up, he found the ship called "Daping Hao" was nowhere to be seen. Only the ship he was currently standing on remained on the sea's surface. And there was no longer any blotchy dark matter on the ship, only the bloodstains and signs of slaughter all over, making it look like a passenger ship that had been attacked by pirates. That was what the Daping Hao looked like just before. The vessel that disappeared seemed to be the black ship. Perhaps one could say that, from beginning to end, there was only the Daping Hao in this sea region. The so-called black ship appeared more like a reflection of the deep emotions within the crew's hearts. Including the monster that resembled a colossal beast from the Deep Sea. But there was one thing that was quite strange... How did that giant octopus disappear just now? Xu Shuo frowned, thoughtfully looking in a certain direction across the sea. When the giant octopus suddenly collapsed earlier, his blocked Mind Network managed to catch a glimpse of an instantaneous scene through a crack. It seemed like a flash of vermilion light darted by. It was exactly this dazzling and Holy light that obliterated the monster in the blink of an eye. Was someone helping him? So, besides him and Luo Kai? Had someone else entered this Script World? Xu Shuo was very clear-headed; he was no match for that monster, even dealing significant damage was somewhat forced. Thus, his decision to stay and confront it was only to see how long he could hold out, after all, the Abyss would not contaminate his thoughts, and he could exit the script at any time, most importantly, there was no penalty for failure. So could he not just ride this wave directly?! In the brief time that he was surrounded by darkness... Was it ten seconds? Perhaps it was. Although, while being eroded by the Abyss in the darkness, it felt as if centuries had passed, the distortion of time was so intense that it was terrifying. But after the darkness was shattered, with the computing power of the Alpha Character Card, he could accurately calculate the real-time that had passed. It was probably just a few seconds. A few seconds later, the giant octopus was fatally shaken. It didn't even have time to resist. Such powerful force... Xu Shuo stood quietly on the battered Daping Hao, gazing at the calm sea, then lifted his head to look at the obscure night sky. His expression was serene and unreadable; impossible to tell what he was thinking. Only after a long silence did Xu Shuo collect his scattered thoughts, glanced at the violin in his mind that had returned to tranquility, then lifted his left wrist to look at it. The rose tattoo on the inside of his wrist was glowing just now. Moreover, Xu Shuo felt a trace of spiritual power emanating from it, which then entered the "heart" violin, replenishing the spiritual power he continued to consume in order to resist the octopus. This thing, finally, began to show some usefulness. Otherwise, Xu Shuo might indeed have to endure the embarrassment, find the Traveling Poet, and then pull them into his team to use. After all, even if a Soul Contract is useful, it requires the person in question to be present. But this Script Space scattered all the players across different worlds and established restrictions preventing them from crossing into each other's, while the script of "The Beautiful Legend of Prague" had collapsed, unable to see which players were performing at that time. So, rounding up, this Soul Contract was wasted! Well, now it finally has a bit of use again. Xu Shuo refitted the black wristband and then turned towards the deckhouse of the Daping Hao, stepping up into it. Inside the deckhouse, there was a body that clutched the helm tightly. The bloodshot eyes stared ahead lifelessly, the body leaning forward, the majority of its weight pressing upon the wheel-style helm. Because of this action, the helm was jammed and couldn't turn anymore. On the ship, the tattered sails still flapped in the wind. With the sea waves' assistance, the Daping Hao slowly sailed in the direction set by the locked helm. The ship without anyone controlling it might sometimes drift off course, but mostly... It was still heading northward. ...