Zhou Xiao and Lin Lang looked over at the same time, "?"

"This instance will materialize fear; artsy young people may be killed by their own illusions."

Shi Jinzhe told the two about the illusory space, "Have you noticed anything unusual these past two nights? Has anything particularly frightening happened?"

"To be honest, I'm afraid I won't have any money." Zhou Xiao said frankly, "Being poor is more terrifying than death. I've even sold my points for money."

His deepest fear is poverty; if it could be visualized, just thinking about it would be despairing.

“I’m afraid I’ll become a serial killer…” Linlang said. “I really want to become stronger, but I’m also afraid that I’ll gradually lose my humanity in order to survive.”

...

The two men's serious answers left Shi Jinzhe speechless for a moment.

Their answers were too general, lacking specific concepts, and difficult to analyze.

Linlang muttered wearily to herself: "To be able to control ghosts in the illusory space, what kind of resentment must it take to generate such an ability? Is it really just because of a distorted emotion that one can possess such power? The illusory space must be a hallucination that the boss is obsessed with, creating such a realistic illusion."

Obsession.

Shech read those two words in his mind, and vaguely grasped a sense of decryption.

Obsession can easily turn into demonic possession; this possibility is clearly greater.

She pondered for a long time: "Is it possible that Xiao Zhao or Zheng Jingjing did something that they regretted, and this became a knot in their hearts? In the end, under the influence of the alienation of the world, this obsession gradually developed into a virtual space?"

"It's not an exaggeration to say that if the rival's speculation is true, then the death of the artistic youth is a knot in the hearts of both of them that they can't untie."

Time flew by, and before I knew it, the hands had already pointed to ten o'clock.

He deftly switched his skill card: "Tonight will be very dangerous. Prepare everything you can. We'll have to take action when it gets late."

He stood beside the sofa, took Sher's hand from the sofa, and said, "We're on the second floor. We'll go to 202 first."

Just as Shekh was about to agree, he suddenly looked outside.

A piece of wood, ignited by blazing flames, fell rapidly from the window, leaving behind trails of sparks and wisps of heat in the air.

Immediately afterwards, an even larger piece of wood fell down, still ablaze, while leaping flames appeared from above.

"Fire! Help!"

"Quickly! Fire in 602! Xiao Zhao is still in the room, go and call for help!"

"602 is on fire?!" Shi Jinzhe couldn't believe it. They had just been saying that Xiao Zhao might be the boss, and now 602 was on fire?

This is so sudden!

"I'll go see what's going on!" Zhou Xiao was about to leave immediately, but Shi Jinzhe stopped him. "There are people in the hallway outside. Aren't you afraid it's a trap?"

"But the fire outside is real, isn't it?"

The fire had already begun to spread, and the four people on the second floor could see the black smoke billowing outside.

"Hurry, hurry, is anyone else here!" Old Zhao's voice boomed, carrying through several floors. "Faster! Faster!"

The fire spread rapidly within half a minute, and the orange flames outside were reflected into the second-floor glass.

“We can go out now.” Shi Jinzhe released Zhou Xiao. “Zheng Jingjing has left 202. Who of you can go to 602 to check the situation? I need to go to 202 to investigate clues.”

The seed he left at the door of 202 last time sent a message: Zheng Jingjing and her boyfriend had gone out and up to the sixth floor, and now was the perfect opportunity to go to 202.

"The burning sixth floor is useless. Just send someone to check what's going on."

“I’ll go,” Zhou Xiao said first. “You two won’t be separated.” As for her,” Zhou Xiao pointed to Linlang, “Old Zhao threatened her not to go up to the sixth floor anymore. With Xiao Zhao’s accident, this old man is probably looking for someone to vent his anger on. She might not come back.”

Without hesitation, Shi Jinzhe immediately agreed: "It's settled then."

Zhou Xiao and the three separated at the top of the stairs on the second floor. Lin Lang took the initiative to stand guard at the door of 202, She He broke the lock, and Shi Jinzhe slipped into 202.

As soon as they entered, Shi Jinzhe and Shehe headed straight for every nook and cranny where they could hide things.

If we can find the bookmark made of human skin and the love poems, then we can make an accurate deduction about whether the literary youth and Zheng Jingjing had an affair.

With time running out, Shi Jinzhe unleashed the golden vines to search every corner. The cabinets and drawers were ransacked by the vines, and the entire 202 looked like it had been robbed in less than three minutes.

Despite the chaos, the results were remarkable.

A thin golden vine quickly remained under the mattress in the master bedroom, revealing several envelopes.

Shi Jin folded it open and rubbed the letter paper between his fingertips. The texture of this paper was the same as the few letters that the artistic youth hadn't yet sent out.

When he glanced at the lonely character in the lower right corner of the signature, he confirmed that this was a love poem written by a literary youth.

[The player has successfully identified a real clue. Do you want to activate the "Clue +3" skill?]

"Activate".

Almost the instant Shi Jinzhe finished speaking, Shehe's voice came: "Shi Jinzhe, here's a cell phone, use your skill to solve this."

"immediately."

In the blink of an eye, there were three places in Building 3 that were blindingly bright: one in Shekh's hands, and the other two in rooms 605 and 501.

He called out, "Linlang?"

"Yes, is there something you need?"

"Go to the fifth floor and keep watch on Zhou Xiao. Tell him to find a way to search the bedside table in 605 and the black wardrobe in 501."

Linlang replied decisively, "I'll go right away."

"Shekh, give me your phone."

Catching the phone Shekh threw at him, Shi Jinzhe switched his skill [Insightful Understanding] to [Mechanical Transformation], quickly altering the phone's internal structure and successfully unlocking it.

The first thing you see is Zheng Jingjing's chat history with Xiao Zhao. She is comforting Xiao Zhao and telling her not to be too sad. She says a lot.

He's the kind of person who doesn't deserve to die. You're not worth being sad for him. Uncle Zhao loves you, and you have the means to find someone better. Don't waste any more time on him. What has he given you all these years?

But I can't let go.

Aren't all the things he's done enough for you to see him for who he really is? Wake up! What's so great about him anyway?

[If he truly cared for you, he wouldn't have let you spend so much time delivering meals to Uncle Zhao alone, only to be ridiculed by your own father, without even offering any courtesy, leaving you in such a difficult position.]

It's okay for you to feel down and depressed for a while, but I hope you can cheer up and stop being sad over people who aren't worth it.

Shi Jin kept flipping through the pages, and it was mostly Zheng Jingjing talking. Xiao Zhao's last reply was at 5 pm, and she hasn't appeared since.

Are you asleep? If you're tired, please get some rest. You can call me if you need anything.

【Good evening. 】

"Shekh, can you see things moving at high speeds? Help me take a look at these chat logs."

Shekh walked over and glanced at it: "We can give it a try."

So Shi Jinzhe started scrolling up the chat history quickly, and the text on the screen was all blurred into afterimages.

These text dialog boxes passed through Shekh's field of vision, her eyes like a slow-motion playback, inputting the rapidly scrolling language into her brain.

She read every sentence, word for word, until her thumb was almost cramping from scribbling. Suddenly, she called out, "Come back a little."

Time rewinds to where it was before; the date is two years ago, a chat log sent by Zheng Jingjing.

Have you given up? He doesn't reject any woman.

In a flash, Shi Jin suddenly remembered a phrase, a phrase that those playboys loved to say a long time ago.

"Sincerity is the most vulnerable to test. Why would she have to find a woman to test me?"