Han Fei played many games after losing his job. He did this mainly to vent his inner pressure, hoping to adjust to his condition as soon as possible and regain the motivation to live.
Now that his goal has been achieved, after playing the game "Perfect Life", he deeply understands the beauty of life. It turns out that the unfairness he encountered is so insignificant in the face of evil spirits and perverts.
In a way, he was indeed cured.
It's just that this method of healing is rather rough, as if a wooden thorn was stuck in his finger and he cut off the entire arm.
He collapsed weakly to the ground. Pain and exhaustion tortured every nerve. Han Fei didn't know whether he fell asleep or passed out in the end.
…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At seven o'clock in the morning, Han Fei was woken up by a knock on the door. He got up from the ground, still a little confused.
It wasn't until he saw the gaming helmet on the table and the blood stains in the helmet that he realized that last night's game was not a dream.
"The novice mission is just that difficult. There will definitely be more terrifying missions later. Doesn't this mean I'm going to die? I'm just a comedian and can't even fight. How can I fight against the vicious 'neighbors' on the whole floor?"
"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There were constant knocks on the door. If it had been before playing games, Han Fei, who suffered from severe social anxiety, would most likely pretend that no one was in the house and wait silently for the other person to leave.
But after playing that game, he didn't think much about it and just walked over and opened the door.
"Hello, we are the police from the Xingfu Road Police Station in the old city. My name is Zhao Ming, and this is my colleague Zhang Xiaotian."
"police?"
Looking at the two uniformed policemen at the door, Han Fei's eyes lit up. The thing called the "black box" in his mind threatened him with brain death and refused to let him call the police, but now the police came to the door themselves.
"Come in quickly!" Han Fei had never communicated with others so actively before. He invited the two police officers into the house and ran to the refrigerator to find drinks.
"We came here to ask you something. There was a fire in our jurisdiction. The surveillance camera captured you at the fire scene." The two policemen looked at Han Fei's enthusiastic look and felt a little strange. Zhao Ming also took out a
After checking his phone, he found that Han Fei's behavior was different from what was shown in the police investigation data.
"Actually, I have something to tell you." Han Fei sat down opposite the policeman with a drink.
"Oh?" The two policemen looked at each other, and their expressions gradually became serious. They stared at Han Fei in front of them: "What do you want to tell us?"
"I... last night..."
"Warning! Attention, player No. 0000! Do not reveal to anyone the existence of the first generation version of "Perfect Life"! After three warnings! The black box will explode in your brain!"
The nerves in his brain seemed to be grabbed by someone, and the trembling feeling coming from the depths of his brain made Han Fei open his mouth, but he couldn't continue talking.
The two policemen looked at Han Fei's half-open mouth, and the three of them paused motionless for a few seconds.
"What happened to you last night?" The two policemen waited. They didn't know the pressure Han Fei was under at this time. A large amount of sweat fell down Han Fei's cheeks, and he felt a sense of terror that destroyed every nerve in his brain.
lingering in the back of my mind.
With veins popping out on his forehead, Han Fei gritted his teeth and punched the sofa. In the end, he still didn't say the existence of the game.
The two policemen were startled by Han Fei's actions: "Calm down and talk to me. Resisting with force is the stupidest thing."
After racking his brains, Han Fei deliberately avoided the game and tried to talk about his troubles from another angle.
In order to prevent the black box in his mind from exploding, he said every word very carefully: "At midnight last night, please pay attention to this time, an old lady invited me to eat dumplings, and her grandson threw the fish soup and said the ingredients
It was taken out of the coffin, but the ingredients were taken out of the refrigerator. I felt like there was a corpse hidden in their refrigerator."
"If you have such an idea, shouldn't you reflect on yourself?" The two policemen looked at Han Fei's serious look. Zhao Ming quietly turned on the law enforcement recorder, and Zhang Xiaotian put one of his hands behind his back without leaving any trace:
"Then what?"
"I went home and started to sleep. The bathroom door moved on its own and something came out of it. Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
"What?"
"Ghost! He just squatted on the ground and suddenly disappeared. His face was pale and his body seemed to have no bones! He was hiding next to the bedside lamp as soon as he opened his eyes!" Han Fei became more and more agitated. He was afraid of the police.
He just left and missed the opportunity to ask for help, so he danced and danced, fully demonstrating his solid acting skills.
"I have taken out the law enforcement recorder. Are you telling me that there is a ghost?" Zhao Ming took a deep breath and tried to make his tone calmer: "If you just want to tell us this, then forget it. Next we will
I will ask you a few questions, please answer them truthfully."
"Conscience of heaven and earth, everything I said is the truth!" Han Fei was really not acting. He blinked desperately, like a hostage being held hostage, but it was not the kidnapper who held him hostage, but a game.
"First of all, the first question is, why did you appear in the Antique Street in the Old City at 1:30 noon yesterday?" Zhao Ming did not continue to talk to Han Fei and asked directly.
"I'm going to buy second-hand games, by the way! We can go to the store manager! Comrade police! Come with me to find the store manager..."
"Where is the store manager? There are many dilapidated buildings in that old street, and all the shops were closed three months ago."
"It's impossible! I've been buying games at that thrift store for three days in a row! Let's go there now! I'll take you to that store!" Han Fei stood up directly.
"Are you really ignorant or are you pretending to be confused? Yesterday afternoon, there was a fire in Antique Street. All the second-hand shops were burned down. Fortunately, the shops had been closed long ago, so no one was injured." Both Zhao Ming and Zhang Xiaotian felt that Han Fei was a little suspicious.
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"All thrift stores were burned down?" Han Fei looked at the two policemen blankly. After a moment, his eyes became firm again: "Impossible! There is a loophole! I clearly remember the appearance of the store manager! As long as you find this person
, it can prove that I didn’t lie!”
Han Fei is a professional actor and his memory is very good. At this time, he took out a pen and paper and wrote down the appearance of the old store manager: "Just follow this to find him! You will definitely find him!"
"I can tell you responsibly that there is no store open there..." Zhao Ming wanted to say something else, but his phone suddenly vibrated. He asked Zhang Xiaotian to keep an eye on Han Fei and walked out of the room.
"Hello? Team King?"
"Have you gone to the house of the suspect in the Antique Street arson case? Did you find anything?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the mobile phone.
"We have arrived. After talking and asking questions, we found that something was indeed wrong with that person." Zhao Ming looked inside the room and then lowered his voice.
"Tell me more specifically."
"According to the personality model established by citizen information big data, he is a very introverted and hard-working comedian. We also found his psychological consultation records, which said he suffered from very severe social phobia."
“Comedian with sociophobia?”
"This is how citizen information and data analysis is recorded, but after our actual contact, we found that the suspect was in high spirits and behaved extremely strangely. I suspect that his social fear has been cured, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that people seem to be crazy."
This chapter has been completed!