The sharp table knife pierced through the skin and the clothes of the little person in the painting were dyed red.
Han Fei looked at the painting in Ah Meng's hands and his face paled.
Reaching out to grab Ah Meng's shoulders, Han Fei lifted the boy up and stared at the boy's young face.
"You were the one who called Xu Qin away, why have you returned alone?"
The most dangerous demon would often dress up as an angel. In the cryptic world, one should not trust a person easily, even if they looked like a helpless child.
"Draw … draw …"
Ah Meng waved the paper in his hands. The more afraid he was, the more he stammered. He could not form a complete sentence.
"Why would Xu Qin stab the table knife into her body? Where is she now? " Han Fei knew communicating with Ah Meng was troublesome. He put Ah Meng down and opened Ah Meng's school bag. He placed the pen and paper before the boy. "Draw what you want to say."
As if knowing time was of the essence, Ah Meng, who was still in shock, started to draw on the paper.
Two masked people sat at the dining table. On the table was a chopping board with a human body that had been cut into pieces.
The masked people pointed at the person on the chopping board as they chatted happily. There were a few other people standing further away from the table. One of them was a woman with long hair wearing a chef's hat.
It was a very crude drawing but there was an indescribable sense of eeriness and horror about it.
Han Fei glanced at Ah Meng out of the corner of his eyes. He wondered, 'What has this boy seen?'
Lee Zai who stood beside Han Fei also saw the drawing. His tall body bent at a 90 degree angle and his head almost fell on Han Fei's shoulder. "It feels like someone has been killed in this building. There were 9 chairs around the table but including the chef, there were only 8 people in the drawing. The missing person should be the person on the chopping board. Has anyone disappeared from this building recently? "
"The author? The missing author has been eaten? "Han Fei picked up the drawing and then turned to Ah Meng," What does this have to do with Xu Qin? "
Ah Meng circled the chef with the pen and drew an arrow on the paper to point the chef at the table.
"Their next target is Xu Qin?" Connecting this to the previous painting, Han Fei knew Xu Qin was a curse amalgamation. Her true form was the curse on the table knives. When she stabbed all the table knives into her body, she would merge with the curse and reach her strongest state.
To be able to force Xu Qin to such a state, it meant that the people inside the building had already started to make their move on her.
Taking out the Reborn Butcher's Blade from his inventory, Han Fei squatted down before A Meng. "Are you one of the two masked people at the table?"
Ah-Meng shook his head desperately. He pointed at his face and stammered, "I, I don't have a mask. My mask was stolen."
Perhaps to increase his persuasiveness, Ah Meng picked up the pen and drew a doctor's coat on one of the little masked men. He pointed at the little man timidly and kept repeating the word 'doctor'.
"One of the killers of the writer was a doctor? This is different from the real world. Has something happened to the cryptic world? '
Without further ado, Han Fei signaled Ah Meng to take him to Xu Qin.
Han Fei did not fully trust A Meng but he did not have a better choice now.
Inside the House of the Butcher, Spider's secondary persona seemed to possess a natural ability. No matter how the corridors and scenery changed, they could always find the correct path. It felt like they were part of the building itself.
There were fewer blood stains inside the building like it had been cleaned. Han Fei realized this place was becoming more and more similar to the living quarters of the meat packing plant in real life. The dream appeared to be moving closer to reality, the tragedies of the past appeared to be repeating themselves.
They walked through the rooms and doors. Finally, Ah Meng led Han Fei to the 4th floor of the building. They stopped before a normal-looking door.
"Is Xu Qin inside the house?" Han Fei had A Meng open the door. When the door slid open, a thick smell of disinfectant drifted out from inside the room.
At a glance, the room was filled with medicine bottles. The decorations were identical to Spider's home in real life!
"Where are we?"
Han Fei turned to Ah Meng. The boy sighed and pointed into the room. "This … this is the doctor's home. The chef has been here before."
"The doctor's home?!" When he heard the boy's answer, Han Fei's eyes widened. This room that was identical to the author's room in real life was the doctor's home!
This proved one thing, at the last stage of Spider's life, the doctor had taken over the main persona's place!
That was the only explanation for why Spider's home in real life was identical to the doctor's home in the cryptic world.
'Could it be that the doctor is the persona that was bewitched by the butterfly? In the end, it almost succeeded! "
Entering the room, Han Fei felt like he had returned to reality. It was an indescribable feeling.
Looking at the medicine bottles and medical reports, most of them were the same as in real life.
'The doctor persona is responsible for self-healing. The presence of the doctor persona itself is hinting that Spider is a patient, an abnormal person. The butterfly has the highest chance of defeating Spider through the doctor persona. '
The layout of the room was no different from real life. Han Fei could even remember the placement of every item.
After checking the living room and kitchen, Han Fei entered the bedroom.
When he turned to the bookshelf, he finally noticed a place that was different from real life.
Where Cattle Alley and House of the Butcher were supposed to be, there were 2 thick medical reports.
Han Fei picked one up and started to flip through it. The content and pictures made him feel uncomfortable.
"Recently, the number of patients at the alley started to increase. The patients all showed the same symptoms, cough, fever, wheezing, red rashes on the surface of their skin and itching for no apparent reason.
"Based on initial diagnosis, all the patients had consumed cooked food from the meat packing factory on the night of the 4th.
"Excluding the possibility of food poisoning, the patients with mild symptoms showed signs of worsening one week later. Their bodies started to itch uncontrollably. Many patients dug into their bodies and self-mutilated.
"During the 2nd week, most of the patients started to hallucinate. They believed something had crawled into their bodies and wished for surgery. The patients' body weight did not change but their bodies suddenly became thinner like their flesh was being sucked away by something.
"During the 3rd week, some of the patients' skin started to crack. There were large blood stains on their bodies and a small number of patients showed signs of skin melting.
"During the 4th week, a large number of the patients died. The diagnosis is as follows."
Reading through the reports, Han Fei's heart wrenched. These were lives that had been lost.
Closing the first report, Han Fei turned to the second one.
The second report was very detailed, it recorded the daily changes of the doctor's own body.
"4th February, no obvious changes to the body …
"5th February, itchiness on the skin.
"7th February, auditory hallucination for the first time.
"15th February, body visibly thinned, skin cracked, itchiness and pain coexisted. The urge to tear the body apart intensified.
"21st February, something tried to crawl out from the stomach. Skin started to dissolve and one could see one's internal organs.
"25th February, all the drugs were ineffective. The hallucinations and auditory hallucinations had completely infiltrated the brain. Even surgery could not stop the disease. As expected, I shouldn't have eaten the author. I just don't know how he will return this time. "
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