Having spent an unknown amount of time in the game world, Qiao Zhi, through sheer skill and risking his life, made it into the top ten of the Spirit Realm's leaderboard.

Looking at Su Deng now, she seemed to have discovered a new way to play the game.

“You…you guys…”

"I heard you've forgotten where your wife is buried."

As the male homeowner closed the door and spoke, Su Deng turned around.

The man looked pained. “I can’t remember many things from the past, but I’m so ashamed that I’ve forgotten where my wife is buried.”

Qiao Zhi asked, "Then... how long has it been since your wife passed away?"

Su Deng looked around the room and examined all the furnishings.

“She…” The male homeowner’s gaze fell on the table against the wall in the center of the living room.

There's a group photo hanging on the wall over there.

It wasn't filmed.

It was painted with ink and oil paints, depicting a man and a woman leaning on each other, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, smiling brightly.

Qiao Zhi glanced at her and asked, "Is this your wife?"

“Yes,” the man said, “she…died two years ago…”

"Don't touch it!"

Su Deng wanted to take the painting off the wall, but her hand was only halfway down.

Suddenly, the man shouted and rushed over like a madman, pushing Su Deng aside and protecting the painting behind him.

Su Deng frowned slightly.

"You call yourselves detectives, but what exactly did my wife ask you to investigate?" the man said through gritted teeth.

He's so agitated... there must be something wrong with this painting.

Qiao Zhi asked again, "How did your wife die?"

"Sick...no!" The man exclaimed as if recalling something terrible, "She's gone mad! She's sick...she..."

Qiao Zhi frowned. "How exactly did he die?"

“She…” The man stared at the photo of himself and his wife for a while, then turned around and looked at the two of them with a gloomy gaze.

He's like a completely different person from before.

“You say you are detectives hired by my wife before she passed away. First, tell me what my wife asked you to investigate, and why you came in the middle of the night.”

This NPC is not easy to fool.

"us……"

"We are not detectives."

Qiao Zhi was about to follow Su Deng's example and start making up a story based on the current situation when he heard Su Deng speak up from the side.

Qiao Zhi: "??"

"I knew you weren't detectives, you liars! Get out of here! You..."

"We're here to help you."

Just as the male homeowner was about to go berserk, Su Deng interrupted him.

Su Deng's voice was cold and clear, "Today is the anniversary of your wife's death, but you've forgotten where she's buried. But your wife has returned..."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing the words "My wife is back," the husband's expression flashed with fear, and he roared emotionally, "She's dead! She can't come back! I don't want to forget... I..."

"Impossible! Impossible..."

"Ayu, I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to forget..."

"You came to see me, right...? You still hate me, don't you...?"

"Will you take me with you...?"

He knelt on the ground, holding the group photo, and kept murmuring.

Tears streamed down her face as she lay on the ground, as if she had lost her mind.

Qiao Zhi moved closer to Su Deng, "Does he have mental problems...?"

Su Deng remained expressionless. "Ask me about the game's mechanics, not my rules."

Qiao Zhi: "..."

One sentence shattered all the thoughts and emotions she had been building up over the past half hour.

She suddenly realized that Su Deng was quite different from all the other players in the game.

Even if other players know that this is a game world, they will still be frightened by all the unfamiliar scenarios.

Because dying in this game means real death.

For them, this place is no different from the real world.

But Su Deng is a person...

If you want to watch the excitement, then watch the excitement; eat whatever you can find on hand.

She remained incredibly calm and clear-headed in the face of all the terrifying scenes and plot points in the game.

She seemed fearless of life and death, indifferent to everything.

He can lie with ease, even fooling NPCs.

...a little too clear-headed.

To put it nicely, it's called being clear-headed.

To put it bluntly, it gives off a "what's the point" vibe.

I know this is a game, and your rules don't say I can do this. If you're so capable, change the rules to target me, or just kill me. If you can't kill me, I'll just do this...

Qiao Zhi couldn't find a specific adjective, but that was roughly the feeling.

It's just that... it doesn't follow the usual patterns.

It's strange in a way that's hard to describe.

"Are you here to pick me up...?"

"You must be blaming me for forgetting where you sleep..."

"I'm sorry! I really didn't..."

The man was still crying while holding the painting, repeating the same few sentences over and over, without a single extra or useful piece of information.

Su Deng looked around.

Qiao Zhi snapped out of her daze, "I'll go search for it."

The main building is decorated with many paintings on the stairwell walls, in the corridors, living rooms, and bedrooms.

The women in each painting are the same, and the background is filled with sunflowers of various colors.

Joe knew, "He seems to really love his wife..."

She flipped to a booklet, which appeared to be his wife's diary.

The diary reads:

I feel like a sunflower, because sunflowers always follow the sun, and I always follow him; he is my sun.

My body seems to be failing me...

[If I ever leave, I'll surely turn into a sunflower...]

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