Chapter 19

Han Fei did not accept Zhan Lele's gift. Although his social anxiety was not as severe as before, he still wasn't very good at social interactions, or rather, his social skills had started to develop in a different direction due to a certain game.

After returning home, Han Fei had a hearty meal. In the past, he had been frugal, saving every penny to buy a house of his own one day.

But since playing the healing game, his heart had opened up. A house? Money? These things were too vulgar!

All he wanted now was to quietly watch the sunrise every day and savor the beauty of life.

"Why didn't I realize how delicious the food from the restaurant downstairs is?"

After tidying up the table, Han Fei stared blankly at the wall covered with photos of victims.

"My monstrous roommate's greatest wish is to catch the killer, but how can I face such a vicious murderer?"

"I'm just an eighteen-line actor, while the other party is a meticulous, skilled at disguise, and highly anti-investigative psychopathic killer who has murdered eight people and still managed to evade the police. If I really find a clue, will that guy try to silence me in real life?"

Han Fei's face gradually turned pale. Investigating a murder case and gradually getting closer to the real killer was not a cool thing; it was extremely dangerous.

"I need to cooperate with the police, but I can't reveal the existence of the game. The more people who know about me, the more likely the killer will come after me."

"Right now, he is in the dark, and so am I, so we are both safe. If I step into the light, he will definitely try to get rid of me."

Clenching his fists, Han Fei was very self-aware. He was just a weakling with only five points of physical strength.

"The game can be exited, but reality cannot." Han Fei stood up from the sofa: "I can't keep being so depressed."

He turned on his computer and immediately ordered a metal tactical pen, a baton, a flashlight, and a stun gun.

Then he opened a relevant website and bought a large number of courses on criminal psychology, self-defense, and survival skills. In this era where knowledge is paid for, as long as you were willing to spend money, you could buy truly useful knowledge.

"I've wasted so much time in the past. I should make my life more fulfilling."

Being positive, exercising, and constantly learning and recharging outside of work, anyone who didn't know the truth would think Han Fei was a very sunny and cheerful person.

After making his plan, Han Fei started to study seriously. He not only needed to understand the killer's psychology but also learn how to save the victims from despair. Both were crucial to his survival.

As it approached midnight, Han Fei locked the doors and windows and hesitantly put on the game helmet.

"Last time I exited on the third floor. I need to prevent that kid from guarding the body. I'll run straight to the fourth floor as soon as I log in!"

After connecting all the wires, when midnight arrived, Han Fei's world turned blood red.

"Welcome to Perfect Life! Now you can..."

Before the cold, mechanical voice in his mind could finish, Han Fei opened his eyes, and at that moment, his face turned very pale.

His fingers were frozen by the cold from the ring, and Han Fei looked up to see the door on the third floor, which was originally covered with talismans, half-open. A child with an indistinct face was sitting in the doorway!

"He was waiting for me!"

Goosebumps instantly appeared. Han Fei thought his psychological resilience had improved a lot, but at this moment, he realized he was too naive. The horror of this game had far exceeded his imagination.

"I haven't completed the task, and I haven't stayed for three hours. If that kid drags me into the room..." Han Fei didn't dare to think further. He tried to move backward, but as soon as he moved, the child lifted his head.

In the dark hallway, being stared at by a child with an indistinct face, Han Fei felt a chill down his back.

"If I run up as fast as I can, I might make it to the fourth floor, but I still need to open the door." Han Fei was almost in despair, but at that moment, the child suddenly stood up.

When Han Fei was puzzled, the security door behind him suddenly opened.

"Come in!"

A force pulled Han Fei backward, seemingly inviting him into the room.

Hearing the familiar voice, Han Fei didn't hesitate.

This was his only chance, and he quickly cooperated, accelerating backward.

Watching the child start to crawl frantically, Han Fei narrowly made it into the old lady's room.

"Bang!"

The security door was slammed shut, and the sound of nails scratching could be heard from outside. Han Fei fell to the ground, his back drenched in cold sweat.

"Are you okay?" Meng Shi coughed a few times and helped Han Fei up.

"Old lady, if you hadn't saved me, I would have been done for! Thank you!" Han Fei was genuinely grateful.

"Why did you suddenly come to the third floor?" Meng Shi's face was pale, and her body seemed to be in even worse condition.

"My room is haunted! And I have some questions for you." Han Fei wasn't acting; his room was genuinely haunted.

"Wait a moment, I'll check if the child is gone." The old lady placed a red candle on the security door, and the flickering light illuminated the walls. Han Fei then realized the room was not lit.

The old lady watched the flickering flame and the shadows on the wall for a while before speaking: "There's no shadow of the child. He didn't come in."

"What's wrong with that child? He looks so scary!" Han Fei was just now recovering from the shock.

Meng Shi didn't speak, holding the candle and shakily walking into the inner room.

"Old lady, from the time I saw the child to when you opened the door, it was only a short time. Were you standing by the door the whole time, or did you just happen to notice me?" Han Fei was a bit puzzled. He knew the old lady wasn't a bad person, but it was better to be cautious.

"I've been watching the opposite door from inside the room." Meng Shi placed the red candle on the table and sighed, the wrinkles on her face deepening: "Chen Chen is missing. I suspect he ran into the opposite room."

"Chen Chen is missing?" Han Fei was also shocked.

"Ah, do you know why I always lock Chen Chen in the bedroom?" The old lady sat down on a chair, looking weak.

"Why?"

Han Fei was indeed curious. He remembered the first time he came to the old lady's house, when she opened the lock on the bedroom door to call Chen Chen for dinner.

Han Fei almost forgot this detail, but now he realized something was off.

"Because Chen Chen always wants to go out and play with a child who doesn't exist. I noticed a long time ago that Chen Chen would often mention a strange name and sit by the door covered with talismans, talking to himself as if he were talking to another child."