A Story. A Therapy. A Community.
What would be the first thing a horror movie actor did after waking up? Check their popularity online? Check their box office? Or learn about murders and law?
At 8 pm, Han Fei sat before the computer with a pen and paper. As he tuned into the livestream of Perfect Life’s maze, he started to analyze the cases. Everything looked so normal that the netizens felt nothing was out of place. Han Fei was not the child of Death. He merely used the time others used on entertainment to study murder cases.
The elder in the wheelchair stated it clearly. Han Fei was a crucial witness in capturing Butterfly. Nothing could happen to him before Butterfly was caught.
After experiencing 99 deaths, Han Fei’s acting skills had reached masterful level 4. He had understood family, love, and self. In terms of acting, he had reached a state that a normal actor wouldn’t be able to reach in their lives. After all, not every actor would be able to survive his training.
“You want me to play a role here?! At this place?” Bai Xian had just been dragged to the cryptic world. His mind was blurry.
The old man, who personally handed the black box to Han Fei, didn’t choose to be reborn with Han Fei’s body. He showed his past to Han Fei, how he morphed from a child to an Unmentionable. Looking back, the period he missed the most was from before he owned the black box.
Guided by the altar, Han Fei hidden deep inside the first-generation ghost’s brain slowly approached Fu Sheng’s altar. The young man slowly accepted the glowing candle from the old man. When Fu Sheng’s face blurred, Han Fei’s features appeared on the figurine. This represented a kind of inheritance and the turning of two eras.