Fantasy Game: Infinite City

While the food was cooking in the pot, Han Zu spent some time searching the entire house. Including the room he had just been in, the entire house had three bedrooms, one living room and two bathrooms. There should have been a partition between the kitchen and the living room, but the owner of the house must have done some work during the renovation and made an open kitchen.

The other two rooms, except for a bed without a mattress, had nothing in them. They were much larger than Han Zu's room and should be the master bedroom and the second bedroom, while Han Zu's room should be the children's room. However, except for Han Zu's room, the other rooms were not put into use.

The living room was also a little strange, with no sofa, no TV, no coffee table, and except for a few storage boxes filled with snacks, it looked no different from when it was just renovated. The so-called renovation was actually just a rough house painted.

One of the bathrooms was near Han Zu's room, and it was also where Han Zu had just taken the mop. The facilities inside were complete, but there was no sign of life except for a bottle of hand sanitizer that had not been opened on the sink. The other bathroom was in the master bedroom, and there was no sign of use at all, not even a towel.

The kitchen was different. There were a lot of used seasoning bottles next to the stove, and there were several washed dishes in one of the sinks.

In general, except for the kitchen and Han Zu's room, the difference between the whole house and a rough house is perhaps just a coat of paint.

The food was cooked, and Han Zu returned to the room with the plate of food and a small bowl of sauce he had prepared. While eating, he checked his mobile phone which was still charging on the table. The battery had reached over 80 percent and was almost fully charged.

“This phone charges too slowly.”

Looking at the time displayed on the computer, it was already past five in the afternoon. Because it was winter, the sky outside was slowly getting darker. He tore off a piece of meat and dipped it in sauce, put it in his mouth, and chewed the food while thinking about the abnormality of this house.

First of all, I definitely have nothing to do with this house. I was just refreshed to this place by the system. Secondly, where did the original owner of this house go? Is the content written in the notebook in the computer really useful or just random writing?

Another thing is, how did the "food" in the freezer appear in the refrigerator? Which serial killer did it? Maybe this is his house? It is unknown.

As for the female police officer tied to the chair next to him, Han Zu almost forgot about her. She should be no different from those extras in movies and TV shows who acted alone and then killed themselves. It was impossible for her to know any extra information.

In fact, the reason she's not dead yet is simply because killing her would cause the mission to fail.

"Hiss, there's not enough sauce. I have to make some more."

Before the food was half eaten, the sauce made by Han Zu was eaten up. He took the empty bowl, walked out of the room, and went to the kitchen to prepare the sauce.

Not long after he left the room, the female police officer who was tied to a chair next to him and whom he had almost forgotten about began to breathe faster and faster and woke up from her coma.

Her hands and feet seemed to be tied up and she couldn't get free. There was something on her head and she couldn't see clearly. I have to say that the mental quality of this female police officer was pretty good. She forced herself to calm down and didn't make any big movements. She heard someone humming a song not far away. Not long after, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and someone was coming over.

Holding a large bowl of prepared sauce, Han Zu returned to the room, closed the door, sat down at the computer desk, and continued eating.

"Beep...beep..."

The alarm on the computer popped up. It was now 5:30 in the afternoon, and the reminder on the alarm said "Lock the door."

"It's probably related to what's written in that notebook."

There was no task to be done for the time being, so Han Zu opened the built-in browser on his computer and prepared to look for something online.

After entering a URL, a video website opened. However, the website looked a little different from the one when Han Zu lived. But not much, only about one or two years old.

He found a frequently watched video on it, and as the sound of the video started, Han Zu continued to eat the remaining food.

"In 200X, before Q City became a city, at the age of 22..."

The video shows a man wearing detective clothes and glasses. He is explaining a violent homicide case that happened many years ago. The man's skillful body language and profound dialogue skills allow the audience to be immersed in the situation and put themselves in the shoes of the person involved. Of course, as to which side they are putting themselves in, that is hard to say.

Han Zu, who was listening to the content of the video with relish and eating with his head down, glanced at the charging mobile phone. It was fully charged. Han Zu picked up the phone and pressed the power button. This time, the phone turned on successfully.

"The scene he saw in the hotel was a huge blow to him at the age of 22. This incident became a nightmare that woke him up every night. He made a decision. He wanted to..."

The phone had no password. When he opened the phone, the mailbox was empty and there was no communication software. Han Zu found some photos and a video in the phone's album. Judging from the date displayed on the computer, these photos should have been taken a few days ago.

The first photo shows a man wearing a cotton hat and farmer's overalls, with a few things tucked into his waist. He is bending over and dragging something, but the photo is not clear, and it seems to have been taken at night, so it is not very clear.

The second photo is of the same person, but this time it is much clearer. It was taken at the entrance of an apartment unit. The person stood up straight and opened the door with the key card. By comparing it with the unit door, the person should be about 1.9 meters tall and very strong.

The third photo was still taken in front of the unit door. This time the door was opened, but the man turned his head back. The scarf around his neck blocked his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. It seemed that this person had discovered the person taking the photo. Judging from the frozen action in the photo, this person should be turning towards the person taking the photo.

In the fourth photo, the tall man is walking towards the direction of the photo, holding something in his hand.

The next part is a short video. It is only about ten seconds long. In the video, the person filming is standing behind a car in the community. He seems to be avoiding something and he raises his phone to take pictures from time to time. In the video, in addition to the rapid breathing that the filmer deliberately suppresses, intermittent singing can be heard. The voice is ethereal, but because the distance is not very close and there is the filmer's breathing, Han Zu can't hear what is being sung. However, the song sounds very familiar.

The singing stopped abruptly, and the sound of something breaking through the air quickly approached. The person filming suddenly paused, and the phone he was filming suddenly fell to the ground. Fortunately, the camera side was facing up, and he filmed the window of the car next to him. Through the reflection on the glass, Han Zu saw that something was embedded in the back of the person filming. Then there was the sound of footsteps on the snow, and the phone that fell to the ground was picked up, and the video stopped abruptly.

Putting the phone back on the table, Han Zu reached out and turned over the food on the plate. Sure enough, he found a deep crack at the lower back of the skull.

"So the bomber was just an unlucky guy, and the house I'm in is actually the murderer's residence?"

After wiping his hands with some tissues, Han Zu stood up and walked towards the small wardrobe in the room. He found that the size of the clothes did not match the murderer in the video. Instead, they were similar to the bomber's body shape.

"Oh, so it was the bomber's house, but why did the murderer bring him back and put all his things back in the room?"

The video that was still playing on the computer began to make sounds, and the host's vivid description gave Han Zu a reasonable answer.

"After each 'hunt', he would bring the 'prey' back to his former residence, where he would occupy it for a short time. He believed that being in the same room with the corpse was a symbol of dominance. Even if a living thing was insignificant, it was still much more noble than a dead thing..."

Listening to the voice in the video, Han Zu nodded.

"Well, he's mentally ill, and a little sick."

After cleaning up the food and washing his hands, Han Zu returned to the room. While listening to the next video automatically playing on the computer, he lay on the bed and looked through the phone that originally belonged to the bomber, trying to see if there was anything useful on it.

After searching in vain, he checked the time on his phone. It was already six in the afternoon. After he turned on the phone, the system no longer had any task reminders. Han Zu, who was full and a little bored, decided to take a nap. He turned over and heard some noises after closing his eyes.

He got up from the bed and opened the door of the room. The voice became a little clearer, but still not very clear. He walked out of the room and went straight to the front door. Here, through the door, Han Zu finally heard the voice clearly. The voice was very ethereal, and he was humming a tune. This voice was exactly the same as the one in the video left by the bomber before his death.

"This song... sounds so familiar, what is it?"

The singing voice slowly approached from afar, and Han Zu couldn't help but hum along with the song. The voice outside was ethereal and soft, while Han Zu's voice was deep and powerful. The two voices mixed together to form a harmony, which actually sounded quite good.

Humming the tune, Han Zu slowly remembered the lyrics of the song and sang it out.

"6aю-6aюwkn-6aю,"

(Just relax, relax, go to sleep.)

"heлoжncrhakpaю-,"

(Don't sleep on the side of the bed,)

"ckpaюcвaлnwьcr,"

(If you fall off the bed,)

"Пepeплaчewьcr."

(If you cry,)

“Пpnдetcepehьknnвoлчok,”

(Will attract the Big Bad Wolf,)

"te6rcxвatnt3a6oчok,"

(It will bite your arm)

"You're not going to be able to do that,"

(Drag you deep into the forest,)

"nytaщnt вoлecok,"

(Drag you deep into the forest,)

"Пoдpakntoвыnkyctok,"

(Drag him to a thorn bush deep in the forest,)

"Germany,"

(The wolf howled there,)

"Дetrmcпatьheдaюt."

(Keeping the kids awake.)

The singing outside stopped abruptly, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer. When Han Zu sang to this point, he forgot the lyrics of the second verse, stopped singing, and continued to hum the tune.

The lullaby from a foreign land seemed to have played its original effect. Han Zu yawned, felt a little sleepy, stretched, turned around and prepared to go back to the room and lie down for a sleep.

"Click."

The sound of someone inserting a key into the keyhole stopped Han Zu in his tracks. It sounded like someone outside was trying to open the door of the house, but since Han Zu had locked it from the inside before, there was no way to open it from the outside with the key.

The door lock was twisted several times. After finding that it could not be opened, the person outside pulled out the key. There was no movement. Han Zu yawned and looked at the door. He waited for a while, but still no movement. Just when Han Zu was about to go back to the room, a loud noise came from outside the door. Someone was hitting the door with something.

"Wait a minute! Stop smashing it!"

The sudden noise was a bit loud and made Han Zu a little annoyed. He walked to the door, turned the door lock and opened it, but there was no one outside. He stuck his head out to look at the corridor outside and at the door of another household opposite, but didn't see anyone else. Han Zu walked out of the room, stood in the corridor, looked around, and found nothing.

Before returning to the house, Han Zu looked at the door. There was a crack on it, which must have been caused by something hitting it, perhaps an axe. However, he didn't know whether the door was too strong or the gift from the person who hit the door was too small. The crack was not very big and did not cause any actual damage to the entire door.

He walked back into the house and locked the door. Before he could turn around, Han Zu heard a sound of breaking air, and then something seemed to touch the back of his head gently.

"Clang!"

The thing that hit Han Zu's back of the head fell to the ground with a loud noise. Han Zu turned his head and saw a small axe on the ground. The axe blade looked very sharp and should have been polished. However, there were some small gaps on the blade, which might be the result of the collision with Han Zu's head.

"Who is so uncivilized as to throw garbage in someone else's house? I... click..."

"boom!"

A heavy axe used for chopping wood suddenly came towards Han Zu's head. As Han Zu's mouth was open, the axe blade was stuck in his open mouth. If it were someone else, he would have been beheaded from the open mouth. However, Han Zu's body was very strong. Apart from his mouth being blocked by the axe, interrupting his half-sentence, and being pressed against the wall due to the huge force of the attacker, nothing happened to him.

"Ah... gulp..."

Han Zu, with his mouth blocked by an axe, spoke incoherently. He also saw the attacker clearly. It was the man who killed the bomber in the last video recorded by the bomber before his death. Even the clothes were exactly the same.

The man seemed very surprised, wondering why Han Zu was not dead yet. He increased the strength in his hands and pulled the axe that was chopping in Han Zu's mouth back and forth like a hand saw, as if he wanted to try to saw Han Zu's head open in this way.

"Ah, wuwu... huhugu..."

Although Han Zu looked ferocious, in fact, it was no different from brushing his teeth. He seemed to want to say something to the attacker, but the attacker obviously didn't want to waste time talking to him and increased the strength of his hands.

"Click!"

"throat!"

Han Zu rolled his eyes helplessly, broke the axe handle with one arm, fell to the ground again, took the axe out of his mouth and put it on the ground. Han Zu casually blocked a few subsequent attacks from the attacker with his hands, walked up to the attacker, gathered his strength and kicked the attacker's calf from the front, and slapped the attacker's abdomen.

The attacker suddenly lost his balance and fell forward after being "violently" attacked. Before he could regain his balance, Han Zu locked his neck with a headlock. Just as Han Zu was about to exert force to pull the attacker's head out of the cavity, the system sent another prompt.

"Killing non-mission targets will result in direct mission failure."

Han Zu restrained his strength in time, changed his movements and direction of force, lifted the attacker upside down, and slammed him heavily to the ground. The attacker wanted to get up and fight back, but Han Zu stepped on his neck.

As he exerted force slowly, the attacker's struggling movements gradually slowed down. The attacker must have good physical fitness, as after a full minute, he stopped struggling and passed out.

"I can't kill anyone. It's really troublesome. If this happens a few more times, my room will be full."

Dragging the unconscious attacker, Han Zu returned to the room and threw him on the floor. Han Zu came out, collected the attacker's weapons, and brought them back to the room.