Closing the door expressionlessly, Fang Shan said without realizing it, "Why are you having a physical examination when you're fine?"

Wei Sushen looked at him frankly. After a long moment, his thin lips moved slightly: "Huh."

Fang Shan raised his eyebrows, not wanting to delve into the deeper meaning of "He", and bent over his desk to write something.

Wei Sushen moved closer to him: "What are you doing?"

Fang Shan: "Doing homework."

The notebook was densely filled with legends about the evil god, some of which were provided by System 333, and some of which he had collected himself.

Wei Sushen didn't show his emotion, but said coldly, "In your eyes, he should be a dead man."

Fang Shan was glad that he didn't drink the water, otherwise he would definitely choke. He shook his head and pointed at the phone.

The screen was still on, and the news was displayed in the message bar. You could guess the content just by looking at the title without clicking on it...someone died again.

Wei Sushen kept an eye on Fang Shan. He had felt the difference between his system and other systems more than once. He had sympathy for humans.

"Why do you like humans?"

Fang Shan pondered for a long time. Just when Wei Sushen thought he was going to say something profound, Fang Shan suddenly stared at him and said, "Love the house and love the dog."

Caught off guard by a trick, Wei Sushen made a faint "hmm" sound, but Fang Shan's eyes were sharp: "The tips of your ears are red."

Just a few words were met with a death stare from the other party, and Fang Shan remained silent in disappointment.

Time passed with the sound of writing. Fang Shan propped up his arm and shook his head. "Although the Evil God is not well-known, there are many legends about him."

Wei Sushen glanced at his half-used notebook: "Collected from System 333..."

Fang Shan simply waved his hand and said disdainfully, "How can its inventory even compare to mine?"

System 333 had once said that Fang Shan's singing skills took up too much memory, so he deleted them all. What would the remaining memory be used for? Wei Sushen had pondered this question more than once, but after being tricked countless times, he had begun to refuse to consider it.

Fang Shan twirled the pen in a playful manner: "Once this serial murder case is solved, we will go to the next world."

Usually it was Wei Sushen who took the initiative to request, but this time the order was reversed.

Fang Shan knew what he was thinking and took the initiative to explain: "The plane equipment the host has obtained now can only be considered average..."

As he spoke, he put the insect, which had crawled out to compete for favor out of loneliness, back into the jar: "You need to find something to save your life."

Wei Sushen remained highly rational: "No matter how precious the props are, their functions will be reduced to less than one-tenth when brought into this world."

"That's the theory, but..."

"There are always loopholes in everything." Wei Sushen calmly helped him to say the wise words.

Fang Shan took a sip of water to calm himself, his eyes wandering. "This isn't a loophole. It's just about respecting the rules and learning to exploit them."

After forcing a brief explanation, he began to get to the point: "Disposable consumable items."

Wei Sushen's eyes moved and he listened to what he said.

"Among the hosts I've led, those who managed to rank in the top ten in terms of survival time and died of old age were all truly chosen by God, with one exception."

Wei Sushen was intrigued and asked the reason.

Fang Shan smiled mysteriously: "He got a scapegoat in a horror world."

As the name suggests, you can instantly guess the purpose of this prop.

Fang Shan spread his hands and said, "Although it can only be used once, it's enough."

Before Wei Sushen could express his opinion, Fang Shan talked about his next plan and directly marked out several worlds for him to choose from.

Wei Sushen took a quick look: the end of the world, a bloody secret room, a terrifying escape operation... He didn't speak for a long time after reading it.

Fang Shan blinked his bright eyes and asked, "Which one do you like?"

Wei Sushen did not answer.

Fang Shan asked excitedly, "Do you like both of them and can't make a decision right now?"

Only children make choices, but the host is already an adult!

Wei Sushen pressed his solar plexus, found a tattered book of idiom stories from the study, turned to the story of "pulling up the seedlings to help them grow" and placed it in front of him.

Fang Shan changed to a comfortable cross-legged sitting position and waved his index finger in front of him: "Don't be picky." Then, with a stern face, he pointed at a few worlds and said: "Just choose from here."

Wei Sushen's throat moved and he suddenly wanted to slap himself. At that moment just now... he was actually touched by her cuteness.

He coughed lightly to hide his guilt, turned his face away and said, "Let's deal with the serial killer first."

Fang Shan thought for a while and nodded as he wished.

He flipped open the heavy notebook and said, "After sifting through it, I found some very interesting parts. There are many legends about the evil god, but they all involve two words: sacrifice."

Wei Sushen didn't have much of an opinion: "Just by hearing the name of the evil god, I should know that he is not a decent person."

Fang Shan looked at him meaningfully, and heard a sense of hostility and disdain between the lines.

He shook his head and said matter-of-factly, "In the beginning, those who died gave their lives voluntarily, but now the nature of the situation has changed."

In the murder case reported this morning, the deceased was found in a trash can and his death was horrific.

Wei Sushen: "Imitation crime cannot be ruled out."

Fang Shan: "I've seen the photos posted on the forum. There was a small hole in the heart of the corpse, and the blood inside must have been drained."

This way of death is similar to the previous ones. Regardless of whether it was done by one person or not, the other party at least has some understanding of the evil god.

Wei Sushen stared at Fang Shan and just nodded in agreement for several minutes. He could see that although the system was smiling, this smile was even brighter than usual, like spring sunshine, but there was a surge of murderous intent and coldness lurking inside.

Making a big fuss about the past has obviously touched his bottom line.

"What are you going to do?"

Fang Shan pursed his lips and smiled, "Do it yourself."

Before he could explain his plan, the Wei family suddenly welcomed an uninvited guest, and Geng Feng specifically wanted to see him.

Fang Shan slowly changed his clothes and it was ten minutes later that he went downstairs.

"Sorry," Fang Shan leaned back on the sofa, looking extremely tired. "I think I have a cold."

His appearance was extremely deceptive, and Geng Feng's displeasure gradually dissipated: "I need to confirm some things with you."

Fang Shan nodded, hiding the confusion in his eyes, and couldn't figure out what aroused the police officer's suspicion.

Geng Feng: "Another murder occurred last night."

Fang Shan nodded: "It was reported in the news this morning."

Geng Feng actually produced a photo of the scene for him. The police's information was naturally more complete than what Fang Shan had found online. The photo only showed half of the deceased's face, with more of the body being dumped. The Chinese character "Fang" was scribbled crookedly on the side of the trash can.

It was originally just a word, but it could represent countless meanings. The problem was that an accident that happened in the hotel not long ago put Fang Shan in the police's sight.

"Excuse me," Fang Shan pointed at the deceased in the photo and asked, "was he drugged?"

Geng Feng shook his head, as if anticipating what he would say next.

As he expected, Fang Shan sneered, "Do you think I can defeat a 5'8" muscular man with my bare hands?"

Judging from the degree of bending of the deceased's neck, it was broken by someone from behind.

Geng Feng had dealt with many criminals. Some would resort to verbal exchanges out of guilt, while others would be excited and try to gain the upper hand. However, Fang Shan was neither of those. He simply stated a fact nonchalantly.

Wei Sushen hadn't come down while the two men were talking, and his angle of observation allowed him to fully see the expressions of the people below him. Seeing Geng Feng's expression, a flicker of self-doubt flashed across his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a mocking smile. Fang Shan's body was absolutely slender and beautiful, and even Geng Feng had briefly classified him as frail.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think badly, wondering what the other party's expression would be when he saw the stone shattering on Fang Shan's chest.

As if they were on the same page, Fang Shan, who was practicing Tai Chi with Geng Feng, raised his eyes slightly and exchanged a half-smile with Wei Sushen. He then looked away as if nothing had happened and continued to feign agreement: "I'm not that powerful."

Geng Feng frowned: "Do you know the deceased?"

Fang Shan: "Are there any photos of your daily life?"

The faces of the corpses were distorted with fear, so it would be impossible to recognize them.

Geng Feng temporarily dispelled some of his doubts. It would be a problem if Fang Shan directly said whether he knew him or not.

He pulled a casual photo from a folder. In it, a man stood beside a construction site, his hands behind his back, striking a standard photo pose. Fang Shan stared at the photo, as if searching his memory, but in reality, he was curious about the killer's change in taste. Previously, he had targeted housewives.

However, Geng Feng's next words dispelled his doubts: "In fact, there is another female deceased, who has not been announced yet."

The first crime scene was quickly found in a small woods a few hundred meters away. The two were probably murdered while doing some unspeakable sport.

"I don't know this person." Fang Shan pushed the daily photos along the table.

"What about this person?" The woman in the photo smiled and wore a red dress.

Fang Shan recalled that the previous victims had more or less red elements on them, such as red nails, red clothes or red high heels.

His eyes moved, and he quickly made a plan. His face remained calm as he said, "I don't know this either."

Geng Feng asked him where he had been and who he had met in the past two days. Fang Shan cooperated with the questions and answers like a well-behaved primary school student. Geng Feng looked at him deeply before leaving. Regardless of whether this person was the murderer or not, he was definitely the most difficult person he had ever met.

It is admirable that the eldest son of the Wei family actually associates with such a person.

Wei Sushen stood upstairs and clearly saw the respect in Geng Feng's eyes. His head began to ache again.

Fang Shan pretended not to notice anything and calmly returned to the room. He spoke in a casual conversational tone, "Prepare a red dress for me. It should be dark red."

After careful consideration, he added: "It must have a sense of design. For details, refer to Little Red Riding Hood."

Wei Sushen just released his fingers from the solar plexus and began to rub his brows: "Can't you prepare it yourself?"

Fang Shan: "I have a lot of gorgeous clothes, but they lack a sense of design."

Occasionally he wanted to change things up.

Wei Sushen knew what the system wanted to do when it asked for clothes. It was nothing more than luring the snake into the hole, but he had to do it himself to bait the fish.

Fang Shan suddenly turned around: "Shouldn't the host be worried about my personal safety and try to stop me?"

Wei Sushen stared at the man in front of him for a few seconds. In fact, he was more worried about the criminal. After thinking it over, he repeated Fang Shan's words from yesterday: "Harmonious society."

Fang Shan smiled and patted his shoulder: "Ensure harmony."

The clothes were tailor-made and neatly placed on the bed the next night.

After trying it on, Fang Shan was very satisfied. The style of the skirt was very retro, not based on exposure, but rather on a sense of authentic elegance. He had a well-proportioned figure, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. And with a new hairstyle, with a lot of hair in front of his forehead, his face now looked smaller than a palm.

"How?" He glanced at Wei Sushen and asked, "Do you have the capital to seduce someone into committing a crime?"

Wei Sushen had seen him play in women's clothing before, but this was the first time he had seen him in such a dignified and gentle image. It had to be said that it made people want to destroy him.

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