Han Fei played many games to adjust himself and regain motivation in life.

Now his goal has been achieved. By playing Perfect Life, Han Fei deeply understands the beauty of life and the unfairness he encountered is so insignificant in comparison to ghosts and perverts.

So, he is indeed cured in some way. It seems like he directly cuts off the entire arm just because a wooden thorn is inserted into his finger.

Han Fei weakly lies on the ground, enduring consistent pain and exhaustion. Finally, he falls asleep or maybe passes out.

……

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At 7:00 am, Han Fei is woken up by a knock on the door.

It isn't until he sees the game helmet stained with blood on the table, that he realizes that it is not a dream last night.

“The newbie mission is so difficult. There must be a more terrifying mission later. I'm a comedian who can't even fight. How can I deal with those vicious ‘neighbors’ in that whole apartment?”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The knock keeps coming. Han Fei would most likely pretend that there is no one in the room and silently waits for the one outside to leave in the past.

But now he walks over and opens the door without much thinking.

“Hello, we are the police of the Third Avenue Police Station in the old city. I’m Zhao Ming, and this is Zhang Xiaotian.”

“Police?”

Han Fei’s eyes lit up. “Come in, please!” Han Fei is been more proactive than ever.

“There was a fire in our jurisdiction, and the monitor camera films you at the scene of the fire.” Zhao Ming feels strange about Han Fei’s performance, “I need to ask you some questions.”

“I have something to tell you.”

“What do you want to say?”

“Yesterday, I…”

“Warning! Do not reveal to anyone about the original version of Perfect Life! Or the Black Box will explode.”

The nerves in the brain seem to be grabbed and Han Fei opens his mouth but can’t say any word.

“What did you do yesterday?” Two policemen look at Han Fei and wait.

Sweat falls down his cheeks: Han Fei grits his teeth and slams his fist on the sofa, which shocks two policemen.

“Calm down! It is the most stupid to exercise violent resistance.”

He chooses his words carefully: “At midnight last night, an old lady invited me for dinner. At the meal, her grandson smashed his bowl, saying that he would not eat any food taken out of the coffin. But I saw clearly that all food was taken from the refrigerator. So, I suspect there is a corpse hidden in their refrigerator.”

The policemen look at each other. Zhao Ming quietly turns on the body-worn camera and Zhang Xiaotian puts his right hand behind his body slowly.

“And then?”

“Then I went home and started sleeping. Something in the bathroom opened the door and came out…Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?”

“What?”

“Ghost! It squatted on the ground and suddenly disappeared; his face was very pale and his body twisted as if there were no bones.” Han Fei explains excitedly.

Zhao Ming takes a deep breath and tries to be gentle: “Okay, I understand what you say. And now, I need you to answer several questions honestly.”

“I swear all my words are true!”

Zhao Ming doesn’t respond to Han Fei and directly asks: “First question. Why did you go to the antique street in the old city yesterday?”

“I went to buy a second-hand game. Right! We can go to the shopkeeper.”

“There is no shopkeeper. All shops in that street were closed three months ago.”

“It is impossible! Let’s go now! I’ll take you to that shop.” Han Fei stands up.

“There was a fire in the antique street and all shops were burned.”

“All burned…” Han Fei looks at the police. But his eyes become firm soon: “I remember the appearance of the shopkeeper. It can prove I am not lying as long as you find this person.”

As a professional actor, Han Fei has a great memory and draws a picture of the shopkeeper quickly. “You can find him by following this.”

Before saying anything, Zhao Ming’s phone suddenly rings. He asks Zhang Xiaotian to stay with Han Fei and walks out of the room by himself.

“Captain.”

“Do you arrive at the home of the suspect?”

“Yes, we do. I find there is indeed something wrong with the suspect.”

“Be specific.”

“According to the personality model based on the citizen information, he is a very introverted and hard-working comedian, who is diagnosed as social phobia.” Zhao Ming looks back into the room and lowers his voice.

“A comedian with social phobia?”

“The information on the Intellectual Brain System displays so. But after the meeting, I think his social phobia is cured, but…”

“But what?”

“But he seems to be insane.”