Chapter 6
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Han Fei had played many games after he lost his job. The main reason he did that was to release the stress in his heart. He hoped that he could adjust his mental state and regain the motivation to live.
Now he had achieved his goal. After playing Perfect Life, he understood the beauty of life. The unfairness that he faced was so insignificant in the face of ghosts and perverts.
From a certain point of view, he was indeed cured.
However, this method of healing was more violent. It was like stabbing a wooden splinter into his finger and cutting off his entire arm.
Han Fei collapsed to the ground. Pain and exhaustion tortured his every nerve. In the end, he could not tell whether he fell asleep or fainted.
…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At 7 am, Han Fei was woken up by knocking on his door. He crawled up from the ground. His mind was still groggy.
It was not until he saw the gaming helmet on the table and the blood stain inside that he realized the game last night was not a dream.
'The difficulty of the New Player Mission is already so high, there must be more difficult missions later on. Isn't this a suicide mission? I'm just a comedian, I don't even know how to fight, how am I supposed to fight against a whole building full of evil 'neighbours'? '
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The knocking kept coming. If this was before the game, Han Fei who suffered from severe social anxiety would have pretended that there was no one in the room and waited patiently for them to leave.
But after the game, Han Fei did not give it much thought. He walked over to open the door.
"Hello, we are officers from the old city's Xingfu Road station. My name is Zhao Ming and this is my colleague, Zhang Xiaotian."
'Police?'
Seeing the two uniformed officers, Han Fei's eyes lit up. The thing called the black box in his mind had threatened him with brain death to stop him from calling the police but now the police had come to him.
"Please come in!" Han Fei had never been so eager to communicate with others before. He invited the two officers into his room and then ran to the fridge to look for a drink.
"We're here to ask you something. There was a fire in our district and you were caught on camera at the scene." The two officers were confused by Han Fei's enthusiasm. Zhao Ming took out his phone to take a look. He noticed Han Fei's reaction was different from the police report.
"Actually, I have something to tell you as well." Han Fei sat down opposite the officers.
"Oh?" The two officers looked at each other and their expressions turned serious. They stared closely at Han Fei. "What are you trying to tell us?"
"Last night, I …"
"Warning! Notification for Player 0000! Please do not reveal the existence of the first version of Perfect Life to anyone! After the third warning! The black box will explode in your brain! "
It was as if someone had tugged on the nerves in his brain. The trembling that came from the deepest part of his brain made Han Fei open his mouth but no matter how hard he tried, he could not continue.
The two officers stared at Han Fei's half-open mouth and the three of them froze for a few seconds.
"What happened to you last night?" The two officers waited, they had no idea of the pressure Han Fei was under. Large beads of sweat slid down Han Fei's face. The terror that threatened to destroy every nerve in his brain lingered in his mind.
Veins popped on Han Fei's forehead. He gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the sofa. In the end, he did not reveal the existence of the game.
The two officers were startled by Han Fei's action. "Calm down, we can talk this out. Using brute force is the stupidest thing to do."
Han Fei purposely avoided mentioning the game. He tried to explain his problem from a different angle.
To prevent the black box from exploding in his mind, he was careful with his words. "Last night at midnight, I was treated to dumplings by an old lady. Her grandson dropped the bowl of fish soup on the floor. He said the ingredients were taken out from the coffin but the ingredients were taken out from the fridge. I have a feeling there is a dead body hidden inside their fridge."
"Shouldn't you be reflecting on yourself if you can come up with something like that?" The two officers studied the serious expression on Han Fei's face. Zhao Ming silently turned on the recorder while Zhang Xiaotian moved his hand behind his back. "And then?"
"I went home and started to sleep. The bathroom door moved on its own and something came out from inside. Do you believe in ghosts? "
"What?"
"Ghost! It was squatting on the floor and suddenly disappeared. His face was as white as a sheet and his body looked like it had no bones! When I woke up, he would be hiding next to the bedside lamp! " Han Fei was getting more and more agitated. He was afraid that the police would leave just like that and miss the chance to seek help. Therefore, he danced wildly, showing off his solid acting skills.
"I've even taken out the recorder and you're telling me there's a ghost?" Zhao Ming took a deep breath to calm himself down. "If that's all you want to tell us, then forget it. Next, we will ask you a few questions, please answer them honestly."
"I swear to God, I'm telling you the truth!" Han Fei was not acting. He blinked rapidly like he was a hostage. However, it was not a kidnapper who was holding him hostage but a game.
"First question, why did you appear at Antique Street at 1: 30 pm yesterday?" Zhao Ming did not beat around the bush and got straight to the point.
"I was there to buy a second-hand game. Wait, we can go find the boss! Officers! Come with me to find the boss … "
"What do you mean by store manager? That street is filled with dilapidated buildings, all the shops closed down 3 months ago. "
"That's impossible! I've been buying games from that old shop for 3 days already! We'll go there now! I'll bring you to that shop! "Han Fei stood up.
"Do you really not know or are you playing dumb? Yesterday afternoon, there was a fire at the antique street. All the shops were destroyed. Thankfully, the shops were closed so no one was hurt. "Both Zhao Ming and Zhang Xiaotian thought Han Fei was suspicious.
"All the shops were burned down?" Han Fei stared at the two officers with shock. Moments later, his eyes brightened with determination. "Impossible! There's a loophole! I remember the boss's appearance very clearly! If you can find this person, then you'll be able to prove that I'm not lying! "
Han Fei was a professional actor. He had a good memory. He took out a pen and paper to jot down the old manager's appearance. "Go and look for him according to this! You'll definitely find him! "
"I can confidently tell you that there would not be any shops operating there …" Zhao Ming was about to say something else when his phone vibrated. He had Zhang Xiaotian keep an eye on Han Fei while he walked out of the room.
"Hello? Captain Wang? "
"Have you arrived at the house of the suspect? Did you find anything? "A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"We're already there. After some discussion and questioning, we realized that there's something wrong with the man." Zhao Ming looked into the house and lowered his voice.
"Give me the details."
"Based on the citizen data model, he is a very introverted and hardworking comedian. We've even checked his counselling records. According to them, he suffers from severe social phobia."
"A comedian suffering from social phobia?"
"That's what the citizen data says. But after actual interaction, we noticed that the suspect is highly agitated and his behavior is extremely strange. I suspect he has recovered from his social phobia, but …"
"But what?"
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