Chapter 38: No One Knows Her Name
The mirror reflected a world drenched in blood, with shattered flesh and fresh blood. The room was filled with a monstrous creature pieced together from the bodies of the victims.
Though reality didn't show such gruesome scenes, the presence of the monster was real, and Han Fei could feel the terror and oppression it emanated.
The air grew heavier with the stench of blood. Despite the warm water cascading over his body, Han Fei felt as if he were bathing in blood.
The television in the living room no longer played the warm memories of the victims. Instead, their beautiful past was gradually being replaced by the nightmares of the child.
One by one, little figures fled through the dark forest, only to be dragged into the pitch-black cabin in the end.
The monster in the mirror grew larger, and the face located at its heart became clearer.
It was the face of a girl, seemingly young with a blank expression devoid of any complex emotions, as clean as a white sheet of paper.
"Is she the eighth victim? The unknown Number 8 with no records?"
Han Fei engraved the girl's face deeply in his mind. It was one of the crucial clues to solving the case.
The mist in the bathroom thickened, and the horrifying creature began to manifest from within.
Once fully assembled, it would likely become a complete entity, just like the one Han Fei encountered during the TV-watching task.
Witnessing the victims being disassembled and then reassembled into a more terrifying creature had pushed Han Fei to his mental limits. The sight surpassed what an ordinary person could bear and severely tested his sanity.
Trembling uncontrollably, Han Fei refused to forget Wei Youfu's plea.
Alone in the bathroom, the monster began to appear outside the mirror, and the assembled bodies from the mist stood behind Han Fei.
"How can I help her?"
The Number 8 victim was like a princess trapped within the monster's body. She would only appear alongside the monster after the other seven victims had been disassembled.
In another perspective, this seemingly flawless and beautiful girl was, in fact, part of the most grotesque and horrifying monster. They seemed to be one and the same.
Wei Youfu only wanted Han Fei to help the girl but didn't provide any instructions on how to do so.
As the monster gradually reached completion, the girl's face became covered with flesh and blood, about to be completely enveloped by the bodies of the victims.
Seeing the girl fade away bit by bit and the monster becoming whole, Han Fei realized he couldn't continue like this. He had to do something.
He turned around and faced the flesh and blood monster that occupied almost the entire bathroom. He made a mad decision.
Plunging his hands into the crevices of the flesh and blood, Han Fei endured the nauseating and sticky sensation as he pried apart the limbs obstructing the girl's face. He wanted to pull her out from within the monster's body!
He was saving a life, but his hands were stained with blood, both from others and his own.
The sharp bones cut into his arms, tormenting every nerve with pain and fear. Yet, Han Fei dared not stop. More and more flesh and blood gathered around the girl's face, and he desperately excavated the blood-soaked mess, risking everything to do so.
He had never seen so much blood before or experienced such horror. He forced himself not to think about anything unnecessary, afraid that even the slightest pause would cause him to collapse.
Flesh and blood were torn apart, and Han Fei's body was completely drenched in blood. However, his actions became more skilful and his speed faster.
Gradually, Han Fei dug out the girl's head and shoulders from the monster's flesh and blood.
Small blood vessels were torn, and his mind turned blank. He mechanically repeated the same action until the electronic clock outside the bathroom chimed.
It was 4 a.m., the arrival of dawn. Although the outside was still pitch-black, the rate of flesh and blood regeneration noticeably slowed down. The girl, resembling a sleeping beauty, blinked her eyelashes lightly as if attempting to open her eyes.
Han Fei accelerated his movements, his feet stepping on the mixture of flesh and blood. He was covered in fresh blood. Slowly, he managed to dig out one of the girl's arms.
The mist had been replaced by blood haze, and when Han Fei grabbed the girl's hand, preparing to pull her out of the grotesque flesh and blood, the slumbering girl gradually opened her eyes.
Han Fei had never seen such eyes before. The girl seemed devoid of memories and emotions; her clear gaze akin to that of a newborn baby.
"I'm here to save you."
In the earthly hell constructed by flesh and blood, Han Fei stared into the girl's eyes, gripping her arm.
He didn't know if she understood his words. At this moment, he only wanted to free her from the monster's body.
The girl looked at Han Fei with confusion, surveying her surroundings. She seemed unaware of being trapped within the flesh and blood, as if this were the normal world to her.
"What is your name? Do you remember who turned you into this?"
Han Fei didn't know how to remove the black threads. He changed his approach, attempting to extract any useful information from the girl.
Even if he couldn't help them, if he could catch the killer, it would still be vengeance for all the victims.
The girl trapped within the monster's body remained silent. She scanned her surroundings, and her gaze was drawn to the television in the living room.
Figures fled through the dark forest, captured, and brought back to the black house. Their silent cries filled the air, and the entire forest fell into silence.
In the pitch-black scenes, the dark night, and the black house, the girl observed everything. It seemed she remembered something, and her mouth emitted fragmented words, like a short song.
"Daddy holds Mommy's head and says he'll make new clothes out of Mommy's hair for me."
"Good children will receive rewards, while bad children will be sent to the dining hall."
"You should smile, cry, be quiet, and listen to Daddy's teachings."
"Brothers and sisters are sent far away, and there are fewer and fewer younger siblings."
"I put on the new clothes Daddy made for me. He said I still lack a pair of wings."
After the girl finished her last sentence, the strange scene on the television screen changed. Countless fireflies flew out from the dark forest, their faint bodies emitting light.
The flesh and blood in the bathroom, which had completely formed the monster, began to disintegrate, dragging the girl's body back into the mass of flesh and blood.
Han Fei desperately tried to stop it, but his efforts were futile.
"The death time of the eighth victim was 4 a.m., at dawn," Han Fei memorized the girl's final song. He then looked at the television. "Forest, black house, brothers and sisters, new clothes, wings..."
All the crucial information converged, and Han Fei now possessed a wealth of clues that the police didn't have.
"Attention, Player 0000! The beginner task of bathing is complete! One free skill point awarded, and you have obtained the task reward: Landlord's Diary
Chapter 38: No One Knows Her Name
Inside the mirror was a world drenched in blood, where shattered flesh and fresh blood formed a grotesque monster made up of the victims' bodies, filling the entire room.
Although the real world lacked such bloody scenes, the existence of the monster was terrifyingly real, and Han Fei could feel the fear and oppression it exuded.
The stench of blood in the air grew heavier as warm water cascaded over his body, yet Han Fei felt as though he was bathing in blood.
The television in the living room no longer portrayed the cozy memories of the victims; instead, their beautiful past was gradually being replaced by the nightmarish visions of a child.
One by one, little figures scurried through the dark forest, only to be dragged into a pitch-black cabin in the end.
The monster in the mirror grew larger, and the face located at its heart became increasingly distinct.
It was the face of a young girl, her age indiscernible. There were no complex emotions on her face, as pure and clean as a blank sheet of paper.
"Is she the eighth victim? The undocumented Number 8?"
Han Fei deeply imprinted the girl's face in his mind, as it was one of the key clues to solving the case.
The mist in the bathroom thickened, and a terrifying monster gradually emerged from it.
Once fully assembled, it would likely resemble the complete entity Han Fei had encountered during a previous TV-watching task.
Having witnessed the victims being disassembled and then reassembled into an even more horrifying monster, the scene pushed Han Fei beyond the limits of what an ordinary person could bear, straining his mental threshold.
Despite his trembling body, Han Fei didn't forget Wei Youfu's request.
Alone in the bathroom, as the monster began to manifest outside the mirror and the assembled bodies emerged from the mist, Han Fei pondered, "How can I help her?"
The Number 8 victim seemed like a sleeping princess trapped within the monster's body, only to appear alongside the creature once the other seven victims were disassembled.
From a different perspective, this girl who appeared flawlessly beautiful was, in fact, the same as the grotesque and terrifying monster. They seemed to be one entity.
Wei Youfu merely hoped that Han Fei could help the girl but hadn't provided any guidance on how to do so.
As the monster gradually neared completion, the girl's face became increasingly obscured by flesh and blood. She was about to be completely enveloped by the victims' bodies.
Observing the girl slowly fading away while the monster became whole, Han Fei realized he couldn't continue like this. He had to do something.
He turned around, facing the fleshy and bloody monster that occupied the entire bathroom, and made a crazy decision.
Thrusting his hands into the crevices between flesh and blood, Han Fei resisted the repulsive and viscous sensation. He forcefully pried apart the limbs obstructing the girl's face, desperate to extract her from the monster's body.
He was trying to save her, but his hands became stained with blood—others' and his own.
Sharp bones scratched his arms, inflicting pain, and fear upon his every nerve. Yet, Han Fei dared not stop. More and more flesh and blood gathered around the girl's face, and he fervently excavated the blood-soaked mass, giving his all.
He had never seen so much blood or experienced such horror. He forced himself not to dwell on unnecessary thoughts, fearing that even a momentary pause would lead to his own collapse.
As flesh and blood were peeled away, Han Fei's body became completely drenched in blood. However, his movements grew more skilled, and his speed increased.
Gradually, Han Fei dug out the girl's head and shoulders from the monster's flesh and blood.
Blood vessels were torn apart, leaving Han Fei with a blank mind. Mechanically, he repeated the same action until the electronic clock outside the bathroom chimed.
It was 4 a.m., the arrival of dawn. Although the world outside remained pitch-black, the regeneration of flesh and blood noticeably slowed down. The girl, resembling a slumbering beauty, fluttered her eyelashes as if attempting to open her eyes.
Han Fei hastened his efforts, his feet stepping on the mixture of flesh and blood. He was completely drenched in fresh blood. Slowly, he managed to extract one of the girl's arms.
The mist had been replaced by a haze of blood, and as Han Fei grasped the girl's hand, preparing to pull her out from the repulsive flesh and blood, the slumbering girl slowly opened her eyes.
Han Fei had never seen such eyes before. The girl seemed devoid of memories and emotions, her clear gaze resembling that of a newborn baby.
"I am here to save you."
In this world of blood and flesh, Han Fei stared into the girl's eyes, holding onto her arm.
He didn't know if she understood his words. At this moment, he only wished to free her from the clutches of the monster's body.
The girl looked at Han Fei with bewilderment, scanning her surroundings. It seemed she had grown accustomed to being trapped within flesh and blood, as if this were the normal state of the world to her.
"Do you know your name? Do you remember who turned you into this?"
Han Fei didn't know how to remove the black threads. He changed his approach, attempting to extract any useful information from the girl.
Even if he couldn't help them, capturing the killer would serve as vengeance for all the victims.
The girl imprisoned within the monster's body remained silent. She surveyed her surroundings, and her gaze was drawn to the television in the living room.
Little figures fleeing through a dark forest, only to be captured and brought back to a black house. Their silent cries echoed, and the entire forest fell into silence.
In the pitch-black scenes, the dark night, and the black house, the girl observed everything. It seemed she recalled something, and her mouth uttered fragmented words, like a short song.
"Daddy holds Mommy's head, saying he'll make new clothes for me from Mommy's hair."
"Good children will be rewarded, while bad children will be sent to the dining hall."
"You should smile, cry, be quiet, and listen to Daddy's teachings."
"Brothers and sisters are sent far away, and there are fewer and fewer younger siblings."
"I put on the new clothes Daddy made for me. He said I still lack a pair of wings."
As the girl finished her last sentence, the strange scene on the television screen changed. Countless fireflies emerged from the dark forest, their faint bodies radiating light.
The monster entirely composed of flesh and blood in the bathroom began to disintegrate, dragging the girl's body back into the mass of flesh and blood.
Han Fei desperately tried to prevent it, but his efforts were in vain.
"The eighth victim's time of death was 4 a.m., at dawn," Han Fei memorized the girl's final song. Then, he glanced at the television. "Forest, black house, brothers and sisters, new clothes, wings..."
All the crucial information converged, and Han Fei now possessed a wealth of clues that the police hadn't obtained.
"Attention, Player 0000! The beginner task of bathing is complete! You have been awarded one free skill point, and you have obtained the task reward: Landlord's Diary."
The cold voice in his mind interrupted Han Fei's thoughts. When he regained his senses, he felt a significant reduction in the oppressive atmosphere in the bathroom.
Though reality didn't show such gruesome scenes, the presence of the monster was real, and Han Fei could feel the terror and oppression it emanated.
The air grew heavier with the stench of blood. Despite the warm water cascading over his body, Han Fei felt as if he were bathing in blood.
The television in the living room no longer played the warm memories of the victims. Instead, their beautiful past was gradually being replaced by the nightmares of the child.
One by one, little figures fled through the dark forest, only to be dragged into the pitch-black cabin in the end.
The monster in the mirror grew larger, and the face located at its heart became clearer.
It was the face of a girl, seemingly young with a blank expression devoid of any complex emotions, as clean as a white sheet of paper.
"Is she the eighth victim? The unknown Number 8 with no records?"
Han Fei engraved the girl's face deeply in his mind. It was one of the crucial clues to solving the case.
The mist in the bathroom thickened, and the horrifying creature began to manifest from within.
Once fully assembled, it would likely become a complete entity, just like the one Han Fei encountered during the TV-watching task.
Witnessing the victims being disassembled and then reassembled into a more terrifying creature had pushed Han Fei to his mental limits. The sight surpassed what an ordinary person could bear and severely tested his sanity.
Trembling uncontrollably, Han Fei refused to forget Wei Youfu's plea.
Alone in the bathroom, the monster began to appear outside the mirror, and the assembled bodies from the mist stood behind Han Fei.
"How can I help her?"
The Number 8 victim was like a princess trapped within the monster's body. She would only appear alongside the monster after the other seven victims had been disassembled.
In another perspective, this seemingly flawless and beautiful girl was, in fact, part of the most grotesque and horrifying monster. They seemed to be one and the same.
Wei Youfu only wanted Han Fei to help the girl but didn't provide any instructions on how to do so.
As the monster gradually reached completion, the girl's face became covered with flesh and blood, about to be completely enveloped by the bodies of the victims.
Seeing the girl fade away bit by bit and the monster becoming whole, Han Fei realized he couldn't continue like this. He had to do something.
He turned around and faced the flesh and blood monster that occupied almost the entire bathroom. He made a mad decision.
Plunging his hands into the crevices of the flesh and blood, Han Fei endured the nauseating and sticky sensation as he pried apart the limbs obstructing the girl's face. He wanted to pull her out from within the monster's body!
He was saving a life, but his hands were stained with blood, both from others and his own.
The sharp bones cut into his arms, tormenting every nerve with pain and fear. Yet, Han Fei dared not stop. More and more flesh and blood gathered around the girl's face, and he desperately excavated the blood-soaked mess, risking everything to do so.
He had never seen so much blood before or experienced such horror. He forced himself not to think about anything unnecessary, afraid that even the slightest pause would cause him to collapse.
Flesh and blood were torn apart, and Han Fei's body was completely drenched in blood. However, his actions became more skilful and his speed faster.
Gradually, Han Fei dug out the girl's head and shoulders from the monster's flesh and blood.
Small blood vessels were torn, and his mind turned blank. He mechanically repeated the same action until the electronic clock outside the bathroom chimed.
It was 4 a.m., the arrival of dawn. Although the outside was still pitch-black, the rate of flesh and blood regeneration noticeably slowed down. The girl, resembling a sleeping beauty, blinked her eyelashes lightly as if attempting to open her eyes.
Han Fei accelerated his movements, his feet stepping on the mixture of flesh and blood. He was covered in fresh blood. Slowly, he managed to dig out one of the girl's arms.
The mist had been replaced by blood haze, and when Han Fei grabbed the girl's hand, preparing to pull her out of the grotesque flesh and blood, the slumbering girl gradually opened her eyes.
Han Fei had never seen such eyes before. The girl seemed devoid of memories and emotions; her clear gaze akin to that of a newborn baby.
"I'm here to save you."
In the earthly hell constructed by flesh and blood, Han Fei stared into the girl's eyes, gripping her arm.
He didn't know if she understood his words. At this moment, he only wanted to free her from the monster's body.
The girl looked at Han Fei with confusion, surveying her surroundings. She seemed unaware of being trapped within the flesh and blood, as if this were the normal world to her.
"What is your name? Do you remember who turned you into this?"
Han Fei didn't know how to remove the black threads. He changed his approach, attempting to extract any useful information from the girl.
Even if he couldn't help them, if he could catch the killer, it would still be vengeance for all the victims.
The girl trapped within the monster's body remained silent. She scanned her surroundings, and her gaze was drawn to the television in the living room.
Figures fled through the dark forest, captured, and brought back to the black house. Their silent cries filled the air, and the entire forest fell into silence.
In the pitch-black scenes, the dark night, and the black house, the girl observed everything. It seemed she remembered something, and her mouth emitted fragmented words, like a short song.
"Daddy holds Mommy's head and says he'll make new clothes out of Mommy's hair for me."
"Good children will receive rewards, while bad children will be sent to the dining hall."
"You should smile, cry, be quiet, and listen to Daddy's teachings."
"Brothers and sisters are sent far away, and there are fewer and fewer younger siblings."
"I put on the new clothes Daddy made for me. He said I still lack a pair of wings."
After the girl finished her last sentence, the strange scene on the television screen changed. Countless fireflies flew out from the dark forest, their faint bodies emitting light.
The flesh and blood in the bathroom, which had completely formed the monster, began to disintegrate, dragging the girl's body back into the mass of flesh and blood.
Han Fei desperately tried to stop it, but his efforts were futile.
"The death time of the eighth victim was 4 a.m., at dawn," Han Fei memorized the girl's final song. He then looked at the television. "Forest, black house, brothers and sisters, new clothes, wings..."
All the crucial information converged, and Han Fei now possessed a wealth of clues that the police didn't have.
"Attention, Player 0000! The beginner task of bathing is complete! One free skill point awarded, and you have obtained the task reward: Landlord's Diary
Chapter 38: No One Knows Her Name
Inside the mirror was a world drenched in blood, where shattered flesh and fresh blood formed a grotesque monster made up of the victims' bodies, filling the entire room.
Although the real world lacked such bloody scenes, the existence of the monster was terrifyingly real, and Han Fei could feel the fear and oppression it exuded.
The stench of blood in the air grew heavier as warm water cascaded over his body, yet Han Fei felt as though he was bathing in blood.
The television in the living room no longer portrayed the cozy memories of the victims; instead, their beautiful past was gradually being replaced by the nightmarish visions of a child.
One by one, little figures scurried through the dark forest, only to be dragged into a pitch-black cabin in the end.
The monster in the mirror grew larger, and the face located at its heart became increasingly distinct.
It was the face of a young girl, her age indiscernible. There were no complex emotions on her face, as pure and clean as a blank sheet of paper.
"Is she the eighth victim? The undocumented Number 8?"
Han Fei deeply imprinted the girl's face in his mind, as it was one of the key clues to solving the case.
The mist in the bathroom thickened, and a terrifying monster gradually emerged from it.
Once fully assembled, it would likely resemble the complete entity Han Fei had encountered during a previous TV-watching task.
Having witnessed the victims being disassembled and then reassembled into an even more horrifying monster, the scene pushed Han Fei beyond the limits of what an ordinary person could bear, straining his mental threshold.
Despite his trembling body, Han Fei didn't forget Wei Youfu's request.
Alone in the bathroom, as the monster began to manifest outside the mirror and the assembled bodies emerged from the mist, Han Fei pondered, "How can I help her?"
The Number 8 victim seemed like a sleeping princess trapped within the monster's body, only to appear alongside the creature once the other seven victims were disassembled.
From a different perspective, this girl who appeared flawlessly beautiful was, in fact, the same as the grotesque and terrifying monster. They seemed to be one entity.
Wei Youfu merely hoped that Han Fei could help the girl but hadn't provided any guidance on how to do so.
As the monster gradually neared completion, the girl's face became increasingly obscured by flesh and blood. She was about to be completely enveloped by the victims' bodies.
Observing the girl slowly fading away while the monster became whole, Han Fei realized he couldn't continue like this. He had to do something.
He turned around, facing the fleshy and bloody monster that occupied the entire bathroom, and made a crazy decision.
Thrusting his hands into the crevices between flesh and blood, Han Fei resisted the repulsive and viscous sensation. He forcefully pried apart the limbs obstructing the girl's face, desperate to extract her from the monster's body.
He was trying to save her, but his hands became stained with blood—others' and his own.
Sharp bones scratched his arms, inflicting pain, and fear upon his every nerve. Yet, Han Fei dared not stop. More and more flesh and blood gathered around the girl's face, and he fervently excavated the blood-soaked mass, giving his all.
He had never seen so much blood or experienced such horror. He forced himself not to dwell on unnecessary thoughts, fearing that even a momentary pause would lead to his own collapse.
As flesh and blood were peeled away, Han Fei's body became completely drenched in blood. However, his movements grew more skilled, and his speed increased.
Gradually, Han Fei dug out the girl's head and shoulders from the monster's flesh and blood.
Blood vessels were torn apart, leaving Han Fei with a blank mind. Mechanically, he repeated the same action until the electronic clock outside the bathroom chimed.
It was 4 a.m., the arrival of dawn. Although the world outside remained pitch-black, the regeneration of flesh and blood noticeably slowed down. The girl, resembling a slumbering beauty, fluttered her eyelashes as if attempting to open her eyes.
Han Fei hastened his efforts, his feet stepping on the mixture of flesh and blood. He was completely drenched in fresh blood. Slowly, he managed to extract one of the girl's arms.
The mist had been replaced by a haze of blood, and as Han Fei grasped the girl's hand, preparing to pull her out from the repulsive flesh and blood, the slumbering girl slowly opened her eyes.
Han Fei had never seen such eyes before. The girl seemed devoid of memories and emotions, her clear gaze resembling that of a newborn baby.
"I am here to save you."
In this world of blood and flesh, Han Fei stared into the girl's eyes, holding onto her arm.
He didn't know if she understood his words. At this moment, he only wished to free her from the clutches of the monster's body.
The girl looked at Han Fei with bewilderment, scanning her surroundings. It seemed she had grown accustomed to being trapped within flesh and blood, as if this were the normal state of the world to her.
"Do you know your name? Do you remember who turned you into this?"
Han Fei didn't know how to remove the black threads. He changed his approach, attempting to extract any useful information from the girl.
Even if he couldn't help them, capturing the killer would serve as vengeance for all the victims.
The girl imprisoned within the monster's body remained silent. She surveyed her surroundings, and her gaze was drawn to the television in the living room.
Little figures fleeing through a dark forest, only to be captured and brought back to a black house. Their silent cries echoed, and the entire forest fell into silence.
In the pitch-black scenes, the dark night, and the black house, the girl observed everything. It seemed she recalled something, and her mouth uttered fragmented words, like a short song.
"Daddy holds Mommy's head, saying he'll make new clothes for me from Mommy's hair."
"Good children will be rewarded, while bad children will be sent to the dining hall."
"You should smile, cry, be quiet, and listen to Daddy's teachings."
"Brothers and sisters are sent far away, and there are fewer and fewer younger siblings."
"I put on the new clothes Daddy made for me. He said I still lack a pair of wings."
As the girl finished her last sentence, the strange scene on the television screen changed. Countless fireflies emerged from the dark forest, their faint bodies radiating light.
The monster entirely composed of flesh and blood in the bathroom began to disintegrate, dragging the girl's body back into the mass of flesh and blood.
Han Fei desperately tried to prevent it, but his efforts were in vain.
"The eighth victim's time of death was 4 a.m., at dawn," Han Fei memorized the girl's final song. Then, he glanced at the television. "Forest, black house, brothers and sisters, new clothes, wings..."
All the crucial information converged, and Han Fei now possessed a wealth of clues that the police hadn't obtained.
"Attention, Player 0000! The beginner task of bathing is complete! You have been awarded one free skill point, and you have obtained the task reward: Landlord's Diary."
The cold voice in his mind interrupted Han Fei's thoughts. When he regained his senses, he felt a significant reduction in the oppressive atmosphere in the bathroom.
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