Han Fei did not accept Zhan Lele's gift. Although his social anxiety is not as serious as before, he is still not very good at interpersonal communication. In other words, his interpersonal skills have begun to develop in another direction after being trained in a certain game.
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After returning home, Han Fei had a hearty meal. He used to save money in order to buy a house of his own one day.
But after playing the healing game, his heart was opened. House? Money? These things are too vulgar!
Now he just wants to be able to quietly look at the rising sun every day and savor the beauty of life.
"Why didn't I find the food in the food shop downstairs so delicious before?"
After briefly clearing the table, Han Fei stared blankly at the wall covered with photos of the victims.
"The biggest wish of my monster roommate is to catch the murderer, but how can I face such a vicious murderer?"
"I am just an 18th-level actor, but the other party is a perverted murderer with meticulous logic, good at disguise, and strong anti-reconnaissance awareness. He can kill eight people in a row and still avoid police searches! If I really find out the clues about the other party, that
Will this guy silence me in reality?"
Han Fei's complexion gradually worsened. He investigated the murder case alone and gradually got closer to the real murderer. This was not a cool thing, but a very, very dangerous thing.
"I need to cooperate with the police, but I cannot disclose the existence of the game. In addition, the more people know about me, the more likely the murderer will come to my door."
"Now he is in the dark, and I am also in the dark. Everyone is still safe. If I walk out into the light by myself, he will definitely try his best to kill me."
Clenching his fists, Han Fei was very self-aware. He was now a scumbag with only five physical strength.
"You can quit the game, but not reality." Han Fei stood up from the sofa: "I can't continue to be so decadent."
Turning on the computer, Han Fei directly placed an order for a metal tactical pen, swing stick, bright flashlight, and electric shock weapon.
Then he opened relevant websites and purchased a large number of courses on criminal psychology, self-defense, and survival teaching. In this era where payment for knowledge has become completely popular, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can buy truly useful knowledge.
"I was really wasting my time in the past. I should make my life more fulfilling."
He is positive, exercises, and keeps learning to recharge his batteries outside of work. People who don't know the truth will probably think that Han Fei is a very sunny and cheerful person.
After formulating the plan, Han Fei began to study seriously. Not only did he have to figure out the murderer's psychology, but he also had to learn how to save the victim from despair, both of which were related to his life.
When it was almost midnight in the evening, Han Fei locked the doors and windows and put on his gaming helmet with some hesitation.
"The last time I exited, I was on the third floor. I want to prevent that little ghost from guarding the corpse. After logging into the game, I run directly to the fourth floor!"
After connecting all the lines, when midnight arrived, the world in front of Han Fei turned blood red.
"Welcome to the perfect life! Now you can..."
Before the cold mechanical sound in his mind could finish speaking, Han Fei opened his eyes, and at that moment, his expression became very bad.
His fingers were frozen by the coolness from the ring. Han Fei looked up and saw that the door on the third floor that was originally covered with talisman papers was half open, and a child whose face he couldn't see clearly was sitting at the door!
"He's waiting for me!"
Goosebumps appeared instantly. Han Fei thought that his mental endurance had been greatly improved, but at this moment he realized that he was too naive. The horror of this underworld game was far beyond his imagination.
"I haven't completed the task yet. I haven't stayed for three hours yet. If I get dragged into the room by that kid..." Han Fei simply didn't dare to think about it anymore. He tried to move back, but as soon as he moved, the kid lifted up
Headed.
In the dark corridor, being stared at by a child whose face he couldn't see clearly, Han Fei felt a chill on his back.
"I should have a chance to reach the fourth floor if I run as hard as I can. The problem is that I still have to open the door." Han Fei was almost desperate, but at this moment the child suddenly stood up.
When Han Fei was confused, the security door behind him suddenly opened.
"Come in!"
A force pulled Han Fei backwards, seemingly letting him enter the house.
After hearing the familiar voice, Han Fei did not hesitate.
There was only one chance, so he quickly cooperated with the opponent and accelerated his retreat.
Watching the child start to crawl wildly, Han Fei retreated into his grandma's house at the slightest chance.
"Bang!"
The security door was slammed shut, and the horrifying sound of fingernails digging continuously came from outside the door. Han Fei sat down on the ground, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
"Are you okay?" Meng Shi coughed a few times and helped Han Fei up from the ground.
"Grandma, if I hadn't saved my life this time, I would have really finished playing! Thank you!" Han Fei was sincerely grateful to the other party.
"Why did you suddenly come to the third floor?" Meng Shi's face looked very bad, and her health seemed to be getting worse.
"My house is haunted! In addition, I have some things I want to ask you." Han Fei was not acting, his house was really haunted.
"Wait a moment and let me see if the child is gone." The old lady placed the red candle on the table next to the security door. The firelight illuminated the wall. Only then did Han Fei realize that there was no light on in the room.
The old man stared at the dancing flames and the shadows on the wall. After a long time, he said: "There is no shadow of the child. He didn't follow."
"What's going on with that kid? He looks so scary!" Han Fei only now regained his composure.
Meng Shi said nothing, holding the candle and walking tremblingly towards the back room.
"Grandma, there was a short period of time between when I met the child and when you opened the door. Were you standing at the door of the room the whole time? Or did you happen to find me?" Han Fei was a little confused. He knew that the old lady was not a bad person.
, but there is nothing wrong with being careful.
"I've been in the room looking at the door opposite." Meng Shi put the red candle on the table and sighed. The wrinkles on her face deepened: "Chenchen is gone. I suspect he ran in.
In the room opposite."
"Lost Chenchen?" Han Fei was also shocked.
"Hey, do you know why I always lock Chenchen in the bedroom?" The old lady sat weakly on the chair.
"Why?" Han Fei was really curious. He remembered the first time he came to the old man's house. At that time, the old man opened the lock on the bedroom door and called Chenchen out for dinner.
Han Fei almost forgot this detail, but now that he thought about it, he realized something was wrong.
"Because Chenchen always goes out to play with that non-existent child, I discovered a long time ago that a strange name always comes out of Chenchen's mouth, and he often sits alone on the door covered with stickers
Beside the door of the talisman's room, someone kept saying something, as if he was communicating with another child."
