Fantasy Game: Infinite City

6:45 pm.

The room became quiet. Han Zu lay down on the bed and fell asleep without knowing when. The video on the computer was still playing, which served as white noise to help him sleep.

There was still some smell of food and cigar in the room, and there was also intermittent slight friction sound.

The female police officer who was tied to the chair finally got her chance. The man who attacked her fell asleep. Although the tape tied around her wrists was tightly wrapped, the technique was amateurish. The female police officer slowly moved it twice and successfully created a small gap between her wrists and the armrest of the chair.

Trying not to make any sound, the policewoman groped on the chair with her bound hands and found a small bump on the armrest. Using this spot and after some friction, she successfully broke the tape on her right wrist and freed her right hand.

She took off the thing on her head, which was a pillowcase, and gently placed the pillowcase on the table next to her. The female police officer then saw the situation in the room clearly.

A tall man was lying face down on the floor, apparently unconscious. On the computer desk next to him were neatly arranged all of the policewoman's belongings, including some small axes and a large axe that was broken in two.

These things were placed very close to her. She looked back and saw that the attacker was still sleeping, covered with a quilt, his face facing the wall. In addition, the video was still playing on the computer next to him. As long as she moved quietly, she should not be discovered.

Stretching out her right hand and grabbing a small axe from the table, the female police officer quietly untied the restraints on her body, stretched her numb hands and feet, and stood up.

She first took her service pistol in her hand and checked the bullets. Then she patted the person lying on the ground not far away from her to wake her up. After the person woke up, the female police officer made a gesture to her to keep quiet and asked her to leave first. Although the person did not make any sound, she did not move either. She just supported herself on the ground with her hands and stared at the female police officer in front of her.

The female police officer saw that the person who fainted was also a woman. She instinctively thought that she was also a victim. She might be too frightened and did not dare to move. She completely ignored the fact that the woman was 1.9 meters tall. Of course, she did not notice the well-developed muscles in her arms.

The female police officer raised the short revolver in her hand, stood up, and slowly approached the bed where the attacker was sleeping. After finding the best shooting position, she quickly patted Han Zu twice to wake him up.

"Police! Put your hands up and don't move!"

Han Zu, who was awakened, just raised his head a little, turned his head to take a look, and then lay down again, not caring at all about the female police officer who was pointing a gun at him.

"I said put your hands up! Take this with you!"

The female police officer threw the handcuffs onto the bed with her left hand that was not holding the gun. This time Han Zu finally answered her, but his tone was very impatient.

"Don't push your luck. You'd better be quiet and don't wake me up a second time."

"I won't say it a third time, put on the handcuffs!"

Han Zu, who was lying down, seemed to be very unhappy with this noisy guy. He threw back the quilt and turned over to sit up.

"I'm fucking smiling for you..."

But he seemed to have seen something, and what he saw instantly calmed his irritability after waking up. Pulling the quilt that had been thrown aside, Han Zu lay back down and closed his eyes.

"Heh... Goodbye, rude guy."

After yawning, Han Zu stopped talking.

"Crack!"

The female police officer suddenly felt something hit the back of her head, and then a strong feeling of dizziness surged into her brain. This feeling quickly eroded her, and she even seemed to lose sight of anything with her eyes.

"Pfft."

The female police officer lost control of her body and fell straight to the ground, her face facing the wall. A small axe had its blade deeply embedded in the back of her head. As the female police officer exhaled her last breath, she died on the ground next to Han Zu's bed with her eyes open.

The body of the female police officer, who died with her eyes open, just fell to the ground. No one cared about her. The woman who had been "rescued" by her before pulled out the small axe with brain matter still on it from her body and stood beside Han Zu's bed.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The woman jumped onto the bed, turned Han Zu over, and sat on him. She used the small axe in her hand to chop Han Zu's face frantically as if she was chopping pork ribs. The axe blade collided with Han Zu's face, making a harsh metallic friction sound.

Han Zu was very helpless. Due to the system's prompt, he could not kill the woman in front of him. Moreover, it was not long since he had finished his meal and Han Zu did not want to move. The woman's attack looked intimidating, but in fact it had no effect on him at all. So Han Zu closed his eyes again, treating the axe chopping on his face as a facial massage and the harsh friction sound as white noise to help him sleep, and tried to fall asleep.

You know what, he actually succeeded.

"Clap."

The tall woman kept repeating her attacking movements, but it didn't take long before the blade of the small axe in her hand broke into many gaps, and there was even a small piece of debris that broke out and stuck into the wall next to it.

It turns out that this rough-looking little axe was actually very sturdy. It took a full hour for the metal part to be completely scrapped. After hitting it a few more times with the remaining axe handle, the woman returned to the table, picked up the remaining small axes, and continued the original action.

At first, Han Zu had trouble falling asleep because the noise was really loud, but when the second axe hit his face, he gradually got used to the sound and fell asleep quickly.

A few hours later, at 11:17 p.m.

"Hmm~ ah!"

Han Zu's sleep quality seemed to be good. He got enough rest. He woke up and stretched. His body began to tremble slightly, which was a reaction that only occurred after a good sleep without any stress.

"Shh..."

Han Zu smacked his lips and sat up. Something heavy was pressing on him. He rubbed his eyes, which turned black. Han Zu looked at himself and saw the woman who had been attacking him before.

She curled up like a rabbit and lay on Han Zu's legs. She looked around and saw that the pillow and the bed were covered with broken metal fragments and some small wooden sticks. These should be her small axes, but now they have become a pile of wreckage.

It must be the continuous attacks that drained the woman's strength and made her fall into a deep sleep again.

"How persistent! From this point of view, he is a fool."

Han Zu gently pushed the woman aside, turned over and got out of bed, turned off the video that was still playing automatically on the computer, went to the refrigerator outside the kitchen, took out a can of iced drink, returned to the chair in front of the computer desk in the room, and started drinking.

The cool and refreshing drink made Han Zu feel more energetic. His brain started working again. He turned off the computer and sat in the dark, thinking about his previous inferences. Judging from the woman's behavior, his judgment was wrong.

According to the logic of the woman's behavior, the bomber in the refrigerator was not put there by her, although the bomber was indeed killed by the woman.

The woman was not a complete fool. She knew that weapons needed to be replaced after being damaged, but she was not smart either. A normal person, after discovering that the attack had no effect, would either choose to escape or replace it with more powerful weapons, rather than repeating useless attacks and even tiring herself out.

The short revolver was still in the hand of the female police officer's corpse and was easily visible. Han Zu walked over, picked up the revolver, opened the magazine, and found that the six bullets inside were still there.

"She doesn't even have the concept of firearms. It seems I really guessed wrong."

Back in the chair, Han Zu played with the revolver in his hand. Several questions came to his mind and he tried to answer them with the information he had already obtained.

The first question is, since the bomber’s body was not put into the refrigerator by this woman, and she probably didn’t know about this place, then who did all this?

The second question is that in the video taken by the bomber before his death, the woman had used a key card to open the door. Based on the sign at the unit entrance in the video and the sign Han Zu had seen in the corridor before, it can be determined that this was not the building where Han Zu was. So why did this woman appear here?

The third question is, from the moment he entered this copy, the system has been trying its best to prevent Han Zu from using the simplest method to obtain clues. Although it is said to be "non-mission target", until now, Han Zu has not received any prompt for the next step of the mission.

"Looks like I have to use my brain again. How annoying."

Putting the pistol on the table, Han Zu walked to the bedside and began to search the woman's body. In her clothing pocket, he found a key card, which should be the key card of the previous unit, and also found a key.

"It's time to go out."

After putting on the down jacket in the closet, Han Zu put the woman's keys, the wallet that previously belonged to the female police officer, the car keys, and the pistol into his pocket, called out two Death Realm Hounds, and gave them a few instructions.

"Don't let her run away, and don't kill her. Take good care of the house."

When I reached the front door, I remembered something, turned back, and took the key to the house from the drawer of the computer desk.

"By the way, get rid of that body. It would be bad if it stinks."

"Woo!"

"Woo!"

After rubbing the heads of the two hounds, Han Zu left the house, took the elevator to the first floor, and walked outside.

Breathing in the fresh cold air, Han Zu walked in the deserted residential area. It seemed that the people in this residential area had a healthy lifestyle. Before twelve o'clock, there was no one in the community, and there were not many lights on in the surrounding apartment buildings.

Without rushing to the entrance of the unit, Han Zu took out the car key belonging to the female police officer. With the cooperation of the swarm of bees, Han Zu quickly found the car belonging to the female police officer and walked over.

There were still some things in the car. A police-use short-barreled shotgun was inserted in the gun rack next to the steering wheel, a stun gun was placed in the passenger's hand buckle, and there were two replaceable stun gun batteries, a police light was placed in the storage slot behind the gear lever, and a turned-off radio was embedded in the central control.

On the passenger seat was a fast food paper bag containing a cup of Coke and two cold hamburgers.

There was a gun holster on the back seat, and a few boxes of bullets in the trunk, some of which were revolver bullets and some were shotgun shells. I took off my down jacket first, put on the gun holster, and then sorted out the other things.

The long down jacket Han Zu was wearing was big enough and had enough pocket space. After stuffing the boxes of bullets and the batteries of the stun gun into the pockets on both sides and putting the stun gun and revolver into the holster, Han Zu cut the pocket on the inside of the down jacket from the bottom to make a simple holster and inserted the short police shotgun into it.

When the down jacket is buttoned up, nothing unusual can be seen from the outside, but it makes Han Zu look like a fat man with well-developed muscles but a big belly. Fortunately, Han Zu doesn't care much about his appearance and body shape.

“It’s not good to waste food.”

Han Zu finished two cold burgers in a few bites, drank the cold, flat Coke, threw the packaging bag into a nearby trash can, closed the car door, and walked towards the entrance of the unit.