Chapter 37 I Found the Last Piece of the Puzzle
Living alone in a rental house in the old city, the first thing Han Fei does when he gets home from work is to turn on the TV. He doesn't watch it, but just listen to the sound to prevent the house from being too lonely.
After living alone for so many years, this is the first time his "home" has been so "lively".
Seven ghosts were watching TV on the sofa. As they were watching, one more person appeared. No one broke the peace and it felt quite harmonious.
After being able to quit the game at any time, Han Fei's courage was raised. He wanted to get close to his roommates and find clues about the murderer from the victims.
The old square TV repeatedly played the memories of the deceased, and Han Fei also imprinted every detail in his mind.
It is getting closer to four in the morning. If I don’t do the bathing task, the novice task will probably be counted as a failure.
Han Fei looked at the clock on the wall. When it was 3:50 in the morning, he got up silently and walked to the bathroom alone.
"No matter what, I have to give it a try. Collecting all the rewards for the novice missions will definitely be of great benefit to me."
Entering the bathroom, Han Fei did not turn on the light. He recalled the requirements of the bathing task: "I have to use game props to clean my body, face, and head. The total washing time must not be less than 20 minutes."
"Perfect Life" is essentially a life simulation game, so Han Fei was not too surprised that a common thing in life like taking a bath was set as a task, although he knew in his heart that this could not be just a simple bath.
After checking around, Han Fei found that the bathroom door lock had been broken and could not be locked at all.
"Can't lock the door?" Han Fei frowned, but he quickly adjusted his mindset: "Fortunately, the mission doesn't force me to take off my clothes and wash them."
Turning on the shower, Han Fei stood under the water, fully clothed, holding a kitchen knife.
The cold water washed over my body and my clothes stuck to my skin. The stuffy feeling was not pleasant.
“This game really brings out all the details.”
After taking a cold shower for half a minute, Han Fei discovered that the completion rate of the bathing task in the task bar was still zero percent.
After his body was soaked, he looked at the sink, where shampoo, facial cleanser and shower gel were placed.
"It feels different to take a shower in a haunted house at almost 4am. No matter how high the water temperature is, I still feel chilled inside."
He tried to squeeze out some shower gel and apply it on his body. At this time, the completion rate of the bathing task finally began to increase slowly.
"So this is what it feels like to take a shower with clothes on. In the game, you can really try a lot of things that you have never done in real life."
Han Fei has gradually realized one thing. There are various constraints in a normal perfect life game, but there are no constraints in the perfect life game he plays. No one will restrict him. As long as he can survive, he can try to do anything.
This can be a human hell or a blood-red paradise. It all depends on how he chooses.
The water temperature gradually became hotter, and a thin mist rose in the bathroom . Han Fei remained highly focused.
When he finished washing his body and was about to wash his hair, the bathroom door that had been closed suddenly opened by itself.
"Who's coming in?"
Looking towards the living room, the TV was still playing the heartwarming scenes, but the seven victims sitting on the sofa had disappeared.
The water temperature was getting higher and higher, but Han Fei felt it was getting colder and colder.
The air in the narrow bathroom seemed to freeze. Han Fei, who was about to suffocate, looked at the mirror shrouded in mist.
In the mirror on the dressing table, there were seven other figures besides Han Fei.
Not daring to look back, Han Fei stared straight at the mirror.
Wei Youfu in the mirror slowly walked out from behind Han Fei and stretched out his hand to write on the mirror.
At the same time, words began to appear outside the misty mirror - the child is about to appear, help her.
This was Han Fei's first time communicating with the resident of the haunted house. He looked at the words on the mirror and at Wei Youfu standing next to him in the mirror, and suddenly he had a very strange feeling.
In reality outside the game, the role he was assigned was also Wei Youfu, and at this moment, he was separated from the deceased he was going to play by a mirror.
He still felt fear instinctively, but besides fear, he also felt another emotion in his heart.
It was not sympathy or pity. He looked at the seven victims in pain and despair in the mirror, as if he saw his former self.
Raising his arm, Han Fei's fingertips touched the mirror.
A chill entered his mind, and he nodded slowly: "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, and horrible scars appeared.
His body was violently dismantled beside Han Fei, like a broken puzzle.
Blood bloomed on the white walls of the bathroom. Han Fei had never experienced such a horrible thing. He didn't even know whether it was water or blood that was washing over him.
What made him even more horrified was that Wei Youfu was only the first one.
After Wei Youfu's body was disassembled, Amei, Cui Tianci, Cui Caiyi...
Bright blood flowers bloomed in the narrow bathroom. The world in the mirror was already blood red, which could not be described as hell on earth. In reality, Han Fei felt like he was falling into an icy cave, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
Water dripped down his cheeks and blood flowed in the mirror.
Han Fei had already closed his eyes. The cruelty and fear were beyond comparison to any horror movie. The sense of reality that penetrated the heart was like a sharp sword, piercing Han Fei's heart fiercely.
When the bodies of the seven victims were all disassembled, their flesh and blood in the mirror seemed to have a life of their own. Despair, resentment and pain formed black lines that began to piece the scattered limbs together again.
This seemed to be what the murderer had done, and Han Fei was now standing at the murder scene.
Flesh and blood are treated as puzzles, life is threaded by resentment, and an ugly, crazy, and terrifying monster is reborn in the body of the dead.
Its body grew larger and larger, and the painfully distorted faces of the seven dead gradually emerged . They had all lost their minds, roaring and shouting madly, and their limbs and arms were scattered all over the room.
The scene in the mirror was too bloody, but Han Fei still forced himself to look. He remembered the words left by Wei Youfu and he wanted to help the child who was about to appear.
"The seven dead people couldn't have done this without a reason. They disassembled and reassembled their bodies in front of me. They must want me to see something!"
The blood vessels bulged high, the flesh and blood were devoured, the monster hit the ceiling, and its body was still expanding.
Blood poured back, and as the monster continued to swell, Han Fei finally found the location of the monster's heart.
He saw a strange face inside the monster's body.
He had searched through all the information related to human body puzzles but had never seen that face, and the police had never released any information related to that face.
"She is the eighth victim? She is the last piece of the puzzle?"
