Chapter 37

Living alone in a rented house in the old town, Han Fei’s first action after returning from work was to turn on the TV. He didn’t actually watch it; he just listened to the sound to prevent the room from feeling too desolate.

Having lived alone for so many years, this was the first time his "home" felt so "lively."

The seven ghosts were watching TV on the sofa. As they watched, an extra person appeared, but no one broke the peace, and it felt quite harmonious.

After the option to exit the game at any time was available, Han Fei’s courage reached new heights. He wanted to get close to his roommates and find clues related to the murderer from the victims.

The old box TV repeatedly played the memories of the deceased, and Han Fei imprinted every detail in his mind.

It was getting closer to 4 a.m., and if he didn’t complete the shower task soon, the beginner’s task would be considered a failure.

Han Fei looked at the clock on the wall and, at 3:50 a.m., silently got up and walked to the bathroom.

"Whatever, I have to try. Completing all the beginner’s tasks will definitely benefit me a lot."

Entering the bathroom, Han Fei didn’t turn on the light. He recalled the requirements of the shower task: "I need to use the game items to clean my body, face, and head, and the total cleaning time must not be less than twenty minutes."

"Perfect Life" is essentially a life simulation game, so it sets everyday tasks like showering. Han Fei wasn’t too surprised, though he knew it wouldn’t be just a simple shower.

After checking the surroundings, Han Fei found that the bathroom door lock was broken and couldn’t be locked.

"Can’t lock the door?" Han Fei frowned, but he quickly adjusted his mindset: "Fortunately, the task doesn’t force me to take off my clothes."

He turned on the shower and stood under the water with his clothes on, holding a kitchen knife.

The cold water washed over his body, and his clothes clung to his skin, making him feel uncomfortable.

"This game really reproduces every detail."

After half a minute of cold water, Han Fei noticed that the completion rate of the shower task was still at zero.

After his body was thoroughly wet, he looked at the sink, where shampoo, facial cleanser, and shower gel were placed.

"Showering at nearly 4 a.m. in a haunted house feels different. No matter how high I set the water temperature, my heart feels icy cold."

He tried squeezing some shower gel onto his body, and the completion rate of the shower task finally started to increase slowly.

"Showering with clothes on is a new experience. In the game, I can try many things I’ve never done in real life."

Han Fei gradually realized something: in a normal "Perfect Life" game, there are various constraints, but in his version, there were no restrictions. No one would limit him, and as long as he could survive, he could try anything.

This place could be a hell of human nature or a blood-red paradise, depending on his choices.

The water gradually warmed, and a thin mist rose in the bathroom. Han Fei remained highly focused.

After cleaning his body, he was about to wash his head when the bathroom door, which had been closed, suddenly opened on its own.

"Who came in?"

He peeked into the living room, where the TV was still playing a warm scene, but the seven victims who had been sitting on the sofa were gone.

The water temperature kept rising, but Han Fei felt increasingly cold.

The air in the small bathroom seemed to freeze, and the nearly suffocating Han Fei looked at the mirror shrouded in mist.

In the mirror, besides Han Fei, there were seven other figures.

Daring not to turn around, Han Fei stared straight at the mirror.

Wei Youfu slowly walked out from behind Han Fei in the mirror and began writing on the mirror surface.

At the same time, words began to appear on the misty mirror: "The child is about to appear, help her."

This was the first time Han Fei had communicated with the residents of the haunted house. He looked at the words on the mirror and Wei Youfu standing beside him in the mirror, feeling a strange sensation.

In the real world outside the game, he was assigned the role of Wei Youfu, and at this moment, he was separated from the deceased he was to play by a mirror.

He still felt instinctively afraid, but in addition to fear, he felt another emotion.

It wasn’t sympathy or pity. Looking at the seven victims in the mirror, he saw his former self.

Raising his arm, Han Fei’s fingertips touched the mirror.

A chill ran through his mind, and he slowly nodded: "I can help her."

After he said this, Wei Youfu gave Han Fei a simple smile, and then his head and neck began to bleed, with terrifying wounds appearing.

His body was violently disassembled right next to Han Fei, like a shattered puzzle.

Blood splattered on the white walls of the bathroom. Han Fei had never experienced anything so terrifying and didn’t even know if the water washing over him was water or blood.

What was even more terrifying was that Wei Youfu was just the first.

After Wei Youfu’s body was disassembled, Ami, Cui Tiangci, Cui Caiyi...

Bloody flowers bloomed in the small bathroom, and the world in the mirror turned blood-red, a scene beyond the description of hell. In reality, Han Fei felt as if he were in an ice cave, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Water dripped down his cheeks, and blood flowed across the mirror.

Han Fei had closed his eyes. The cruelty and terror were beyond any horror movie, and the piercing realism felt like a sword stabbing into his heart.

When the bodies of the seven victims were completely disassembled, their flesh seemed to come to life. Despair, resentment, and pain formed black threads that began to reassemble the scattered limbs.

This seemed to be what the murderer had done, and Han Fei was now standing at the murder scene.

Flesh was used as a puzzle, and life was stitched together with hatred. An ugly, mad, and terrifying monster was reborn from the bodies of the deceased.

Its body grew larger, and the distorted, painful faces of the seven victims gradually appeared. They had all lost their minds, screaming and shouting wildly, and their severed limbs were scattered throughout the room.

The scene in the mirror was too bloody, but Han Fei forced himself to watch. He remembered Wei Youfu’s words and was determined to help the child who was about to appear.

"The seven victims must have a reason for doing this. They must want me to see something!"

Blood vessels bulged, and flesh was devoured. The monster hit the ceiling, and its body continued to expand.

As the monster grew, Han Fei finally noticed something at the position of its heart.

In the monster’s body, he saw a face he had never seen before, not in any information related to the human puzzle case, and the police had never released any information about that face.

"Is she the eighth victim? Is she the last piece of the puzzle?"