Chapter 39

After a long while, the girl and the monster disappeared into the mist, and the bathroom returned to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.

The water from the shower slid down Han Fei's body, and he fell to the floor of the bathroom, completely drained of strength.

His clothes were soaked through, and he looked at his hands, still feeling a sense of unreality.

"I... dug into flesh and blood."

Although his intention was to save someone, the terrifying scene still left a profound impact on Han Fei.

It was as if he were standing at the scene of a crime, watching everything happen before his eyes.

His mind was buzzing, and Han Fei kept washing his hands under the shower, as if there were invisible blood on them.

"This is just a beginner's mission."

After a long time, Han Fei finally got up from the floor. He turned off the shower and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, dazed.

The blood splatters on the walls had been too shocking, and even now, as he recalled them, he still felt a lingering fear.

"Wei Youfu asked me to help that girl, and the other victims didn't interfere. In their view, the girl inside the monster needed help."

Han Fei didn't dare to get too close to the mirror. He silently organized the clues in his mind.

"That girl looked to be in her teens, but she seemed to know nothing, as if she had been completely isolated from society. Her world only contained her father, mother, and siblings. Perhaps because she hadn't received a proper education, she could speak in such a calm tone about such terrifying things."

His clothes clung to his body, and Han Fei now had a splitting headache. Both his mind and body were at their limits.

"My mental and physical strength are still too weak. I couldn't handle just two beginner missions. I need to level up as soon as possible."

Leaning against the wall, Han Fei was barely able to stand. He opened his attribute panel and added all the skill points he had earned from completing the two beginner missions to his acting skill.

"Player 0000, please note! Your acting has reached Intermediate Level 5! Congratulations on crossing this milestone. Now you can truly say you possess acting skills!"

After playing the game for a few days, Han Fei had used all his skill points to improve his acting. He had been in a life-and-death crisis and hadn't paid much attention to it.

Only after seeing the system prompt did he realize that his acting had indeed improved significantly. He could easily control his facial muscles and make subtle expressions.

In addition to the technical improvements, his psychological resilience and adaptability had also made a significant leap. Many seasoned professionals in this area might not even match him.

After leveling up his acting, Han Fei took out the landlord's diary from his inventory. It looked like an ordinary black notebook, completely blank with not a single word written in it.

"Probably because I haven't mastered the correct usage yet." Han Fei was really exhausted. He put the notebook back in his inventory and walked out of the bathroom, locking the security door: "What a pity, no neighbors came over last night."

After finishing up, Han Fei chose to log out of the game.

The blood spread across the entire world, but Han Fei was already used to it.

Taking off the game helmet, he lay on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

In the game, it was always night, but in reality, the first rays of the sun had already risen.

Lying quietly in bed, Han Fei's mind was filled with clues about the murder case when he opened his eyes, and when he closed them, he felt as if he were in a sea of corpses and blood.

In this extreme state of confusion, he slowly fell asleep.

The midday sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, and Han Fei was woken by the sound of a phone call. The items he had ordered online, such as the stun gun and baton, had arrived.

After retrieving the package, Han Fei read the instructions and learned how to use them. He now had some basic combat capabilities.

After eating something, Han Fei opened his phone and began to organize the clues.

"Victim No. 8 is a girl, probably between 13 and 16 years old. Considering that there is no information about her in the citizen database, she is likely an abandoned infant. In the highly developed modern era, even orphans in orphanages have complete identity records. Only a child who has been completely isolated from the outside world since birth would not appear in the database."

"With the help of the 6th generation AI, as long as someone leaves a trace on the internet, their identity can be identified and traced. This means that Victim No. 8 has never used the internet."

"Abandoned infant, forest, strange parents."

Han Fei wrote on the blank picture of Victim No. 8: "Living in a place far from the city and technology, possibly deep in the forest."

"The killer murders for beauty. Victim No. 8 is the last victim, dying just before dawn, at the moment the work was completed. From Victim No. 8's short poem, I believe the killer is likely Victim No. 8's father."

The scope of the investigation narrowed, and Han Fei remembered another clue.

"If the killer chose to kill Wei Youfu because he had a beautiful soul, then the killer likely knows Wei Youfu."

After screening Wei Youfu's social circle online, Han Fei finally focused on the toy collection store that Wei Youfu frequently visited.

He studied it for a long time, from the owner to the employees, but found that none of them had the opportunity to commit the crime.

"Just investigating one person, Wei Youfu, required so many people. I can't handle this alone." Han Fei now understood the difficulty of police investigations. After much thought, he decided to seek help from the police.

Hiding the game helmet, Han Fei took out his phone and called Li Xue.

Investigating a ten-year-old serial murder case on his own was too difficult for a comedian.

Han Fei needed help, and he also wanted to make a deal with Li Xue.

"Li Xue, are you free now?" Han Fei's phone was filled with shouts and pleas for mercy, but he couldn't hear Li Xue's voice: "Are you on a mission?"

"I'm conducting a raid on a brothel."

"Can you come to my place? I know what Victim No. 8 looks like in the Human Jigsaw case."

"You figured out Victim No. 8's identity?!" Li Xue's tone changed: "Great! I'll be right there!"

"My address is..."

"I know where you live. Have you forgotten why I personally drove you home last time?"

The call ended, and twenty minutes later, Li Xue, dressed casually, appeared at Han Fei's door.

"Your place is pretty clean, not like a man living alone."

Entering the room, Li Xue was stunned when she saw the wall.

The entire wall was covered with photos of the victims, and all the relationships and clues were meticulously listed. At first glance, it looked like the office of a major crime unit.

"Sit down." Han Fei poured Li Xue a glass of water.

"I remember you're an actor, right?" Li Xue's eyes were still fixed on the wall covered with photos: "Do you also work as a private detective?"

"Don't misunderstand. I'm just involved in a play related to the Human Jigsaw case. The play is called 'Flower of Evil' and is based on the Human Jigsaw case." Since playing "Perfect Life," Han Fei had given off a calm and gentle demeanor, never showing any impatience.

"Your point is... you only investigated the Human Jigsaw case for the play, but now you've uncovered key information about Victim No. 8?" Li Xue, a former major crime unit detective, was also shocked by Han Fei's discovery.