"I've told you everything I know. You'll be dragged into this mess sooner or later if you continue to interact with the Spider." The old man coughed drily. He blocked the door and refused to let Han Fei into the room. "Using his story to make a movie is no different from seeking death. If you don't stop, sooner or later, someone from your crew will die."
The old man's murky eyes moved slowly. It was as if he could already see people dying. "I know you don't believe me but you'll soon realize that the night here is different from the day."
Seeing that Han Fei did not waver, the old man stopped persuading him. However, the way he looked at Han Fei was different. It was like he was looking at a dead man.
"Uncle, other than you, how many other families are staying here?" Han Fei wanted to visit the others.
"Those who can move have all moved away, the rest are the elderly and the sick. They're already one foot in the coffin, they can't move anymore and there's no communication between them. Even if they die at home, the neighbors won't know until the stench is gone. "
Compared to the bustling Xin Lu city, the countryside was bleak and desolate. The elderly who lived inside the buildings appeared to have been completely forgotten by the outside world, they had completely lost touch with the outside world.
"It's quite scary to die alone without any family to take care of them." Han Fei found a newspaper in the room and wrote down his phone number on it. "Sir, this is my number. If you run into any trouble or need any help, feel free to call me."
Han Fei prepared to leave. When he reached the door, the old man with the newspaper suddenly spoke again.
"A few days before the author's death, he received some letters. No one knows who sent them, they might have been from the author himself."
"Letters?" Han Fei was not familiar with letters. In this day and age, even at the most remote places, not many people would write letters.
"My son once opened a letter and it was filled with some strange words. Other than that, there were several pieces of butterfly wings inside." The old man seemed to be talking to himself. "I've told others about this, but all of them are dead. I hope you're an exception."
The old man walked into the living room, trembling. He lifted the black cloth on a shrine and muttered about sins and karma, confessing something.
Han Fei did not see the inside of the altar, he only saw faint blood stains and bird feathers on the black cloth that covered the altar.
The bird in the cage seemed to have been sacrificed to the god in the tower by the old man.
Leaving the room, he returned to the fourth floor with the script.
In the few minutes that he was gone, the door to the writer's room on the fourth floor opened again.
"Wasn't it locked just now? Did someone hide in a room on the fourth floor? "
This strange phenomenon attracted Han Fei's attention. He slowly opened the door, he did not miss any detail.
'From the information I have so far, there must be some kind of connection between the Spider and the Butterfly. Perhaps the Spider knows who the Butterfly is and because of this secret, anyone who gets close to the Spider will be killed by the Butterfly.'
Han Fei had no idea whether ghosts existed in real life or not but he knew the Butterfly's method was similar to the old man's description. They disguised all the deaths as suicides and used various accidents to create fear.
'Since the discovery of the human jigsaw case, I'm getting closer and closer to the Butterfly.'
Pushing open the door, Han Fei entered Room 401, Spider's former home.
From the arrangement of the furniture, this did not look like an author's room at all. The floor, table, open drawers and even the television were littered with medicine boxes and bottles.
Director Zhang was shocked when he first entered Spider's home. However, he did not destroy Spider's room, he only cleaned it up. He wanted to keep the place as it was.
Spider did not initially stay at the meat packing factory's staff quarters, he purposely moved here to write his novel.
In other words, this was the graveyard he chose for his other 8 personas. He wanted to record the process of killing his other 8 personas here.
In the eyes of outsiders, Spider was a madman, in the eyes of doctors, Spider was also a madman. He was truly suffering from a mental illness but he did not think so. He believed there was a reason for the other 8 personas to exist. He did not see them as a mental illness, he saw them as real people.
Entering Spider's study, the messy study table was covered with various medicine bottles.
There were 3 large locks hanging on the drawer. It was clear that Spider did not want to share the secret inside the drawer with anyone but the locks had been picked a long time ago.
Han Fei pulled open the drawer and it was filled with letters.
The letters did not have a sender or addressee, they appeared to be written by Spider to himself.
Han Fei opened a few of the letters. They were written in the tone of a reader. Most of them were written to Spider to discuss the plot and questions about life.
Knowing that Spider did not have many readers, Han Fei initially thought these letters were just Spider answering his own questions. He read them one by one with the intention of not letting go of any clues.
When he reached the 34th letter, he realized the letter he was holding was different from the others.
Inside the tattered envelope was a piece of a dried butterfly wing. The wing appeared to have been accidentally broken by someone.
Han Fei pulled out the letter bit by bit. The handwriting was similar to the other letters but the content was completely different. There were only 3 words written on it — Who are you?
When he saw the 3 words, Han Fei turned to look around. He had a strange feeling that the 3 words were directed at him.
Putting the letter away, Han Fei continued to read. He soon found another letter that was weirder than the rest.
This time, the letter also contained a question — Do you believe in ghosts in the world?
'It feels like he's talking to me.' Standing alone in a room filled with dead people, Han Fei did not feel afraid. He studied the letters carefully. Then he found the third letter with the butterfly wing hidden inside.
When he opened it, it was still a question — Guess where I'm hiding?
'Did the Butterfly receive these 3 letters? Were they sent to him by one of his personas? Or is the Butterfly mimicking one of his personas? '
3 strange letters, 3 strange questions. Han Fei could not deduce the relationship between the Butterfly and the Spider from these but he used his super memory to record all the contents of the letters.
'The Spider and the Butterfly should have crossed swords in some way. Looks like the Spider won. He found the Butterfly's real body but he paid a huge price for that.'
Director Zhang and the rest believed that the Spider's enemies were the other 8 personas but Han Fei was different. He had a feeling everything that happened to the Spider was related to the Butterfly.
After putting all the letters back, Han Fei turned to the bookshelf next to him. One of the books appeared to have been moved.
He opened the book, and there was a sentence marked on the bookmark — "I know your name. I know what you look like. I've been watching you. This building will be your grave."
The sentence appeared to have been purposely left behind for Han Fei. Han Fei slowly turned around as memories flashed through his mind. 'When I first came to the 4th floor, the door to Room 401 was locked. There should have been someone else in the room then. This sentence was probably left behind for me by that person.'
The crew had booked the whole building so the people who could sneak in at this time were most likely actors and crew members.
'The filming location for Thriller Novelist is located at the isolated northern countryside of Xin Lu. It's far away from the city and the nearest police station is 2 km away. This is the perfect opportunity for the Butterfly to kill me.'
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