Looking at the street downstairs that could no longer be tracked, Luo Di rubbed the tip of his nose.
"It should be the same person I perceived during lunch.
Could it be the staff from the 4hs website? Because I take and instantly complete an offline task every day, and the video uploads are slightly edited, did they send someone to follow and observe me?
Or is there some special Pseudo-Person Organization that has targeted me?"
Since the tracking failed, he returned to the teaching building, trying to find any clues left by the other party, but found nothing, not even a lingering scent in the air.
Clearly, the other party is very skilled at hiding and tracking.
Back in his rented apartment.
After uploading the video and passing verification, receiving a reward of 50 Fear Beans, Luo Di did not start shopping but clicked on the customer service at the bottom right of the website.
Suddenly, an overnight customer service representative connected with Luo Di, and their reply was odd.
"Currently, there are no policy violations on your account on our website, our staff would absolutely not follow you offline, and there are no detected leaks about your offline activities.
If you are certain you were followed by an outsider during the event, please prioritize handling this incident and pay attention to personal safety.
If necessary, consider leaving Moon City."
After receiving a definite response from customer service, although Luo Di did not completely rule out the website’s suspicion, he began to suspect that some special Pseudo-Person or organization was targeting him, possibly related to some past offline activities.
"If the tracking happens again, take it more seriously."
Luo Di did not feel any sense of crisis, or rather, this level of tracking was not enough to impact his life, continuing to shop in the mall late at night until sleepiness took over.
When he woke up, it was already the next afternoon.
The purchased goods had arrived and were piled at the door, with a normal beige parcel among the 4hs website’s black packages.
After confirming no one was around, a thin grey tentacle emerged from Luo Di’s palm, coiling around and tearing open this strange parcel.
Inside, there were no hazardous items or any prank products, but a limited edition Assassin postcard which was very rare in the market.
The back of the postcard used blood-stained fingernails, seemingly freshly plucked, arranged into a large heart shape.
As his arm exerted force, the grey tentacle also showed tension, squeezing the postcard and completely crushing it.
He didn’t let this trivial matter interrupt his peaceful daily life, continuing to enjoy the thrill of unwrapping parcels, filling the entire rented apartment with elements of the Murderer, creating a dream house uniquely belonging to Luo Di.
Even the toothbrush for rinsing his mouth was shaped like a dagger, and the towel looked like a crime scene object stained with fresh blood.
Tonight’s offline activity required Luo Di to go to a car rental company, find a car with the last three digits of the license plate as [666], and drive along the pre-set navigation route.
This time, he was quite serious,
not only focusing on the event itself, but also observing the potential stalker who might be lurking in the shadows while driving.
With Luo Di killing completely the Pseudo-Person hidden within the car, moving like mush between the seats and trunk, the risks of the offline event were mitigated.
Spending an hour and a half to complete the route,
he seemed not to have been followed, and not even his tongue clicked once.
"After discovering it last night in the elementary school, did they give up because they realized the risks? I hope so."
Luo Di’s current location was still quite far from his rented apartment, nearly traversing half of Moon City, so he had no choice but to hail a late-night taxi.
The driver was a scruffy, fierce-looking man, with a machete and a handgun visible next to the driver’s seat.
He spoke coldly while getting in:
"During the late hours, there are only thirty of us daring to drive taxis in the city center, and the price is tripled. Whether you are human or Pseudo-Person, don’t think about laying a hand on me.
If you agree, get in."
Who knew, as soon as Luo Di got in, he transferred more than triple the fare.
The driver, seeing such a straightforward passenger for the first time, glanced through the rearview mirror but caught sight of a pair of eyes with Red Veins Through the Eyes, immediately making the tough driver appear more simple-minded.
Arrived at the rented apartment at 2:30 AM.
changing into slippers,
just as he returned to his bedroom and sat down at the laptop, Luo Di suddenly realized something.
It was not a flick of the tongue,
but he noticed at a glance that the limited edition figurine placed on the desk had shifted slightly less than 5°.
Upon noticing this, he meticulously observed everywhere in the room, discovering many items had been touched, yet no lingering scent was left.
"Someone has been here, but they’ve already left..."
Immediately activating the camera function of his coat, after confirming that no items were missing and no bugging devices were installed, he returned to the bedroom.
The only area left unchecked is the [bed].
Start by checking under the bed.
Luo Di did not bend down to look; instead, he used the capabilities of his camera coat, shifting the button camera to the top of his shoe, capturing the image beneath the bed and directly uploading it to his brain.
There was no one under the bed.
If that was the case, then only the bed covered with a duvet remained.
Luo Di’s right hand made a chopping gesture, while his left hand grasped the edge of the duvet... guessing that a Pseudo-Person with a petite figure and skilled in hiding might be lying inside.
Whoosh~ The duvet lifted.
But under the duvet, on top of the bed sheet, something was left along with a slightly hidden scent covered by the duvet, a nauseating smell.
The first thing seen was a postcard, exactly the same as the one seen during the day.
Luo Di still used his tentacles to coil it up, also practicing his control over the tentacles.
This time there was nothing on the back of the postcard, no heart made with fingernails... but something underneath the postcard was covered, making Luo Di feel physically uncomfortable, even causing him to show a look of disgust.
Underneath the postcard,
Exactly covered by it, on the mattress,
A "heart" shape was left.
It was not formed with objects,
But through a wet liquid into a heart shape, with the smell originating from this pool of liquid, a type of fluid that is secreted only when in interest.
The other party was very skilled at hiding, yet intentionally left such a thing.
Luo Di did not clean it up, but instead threw the whole mattress and duvet away in the garbage station downstairs.
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Returning to the bedroom again, he opened all the windows and turned on the fan. Although the smell was faint, it seemed undissipable, lingering subtly in the bedroom.
Returning to the laptop,
He planned to submit today’s offline activities,
The laptop was just in a closed state, opening it would resume the web page.
Just about to reply to a message,
A burst of message notification sound from the laptop speaker, piercing through the silence of the night.
It’s known that Luo Di always turns the volume to the minimum before using the laptop, but now it had switched to maximum.
The computer had been tampered with as well.
Moreover, the notification sound came from an integral friend-chat feature of the website.
It was from a female friend previously ignored by Luo Di, who had a black curtain smiley icon, [Wendy].
The friend column had changed from 0/0 to 1/1.
[Wendy] was now added as a friend.
Opening the continually pulsing icon, the chat box also popped up.
Four simple Chinese characters appeared on it.
A following message popped up as if the sender had timed Luo Di’s return home.
"I believe you have received the ’heart’, this is especially for you... a scent. Your tongue seems unique, maybe you could chase me by licking this flavor.
Even if thrown in the trash bin, it doesn’t matter, I deliberately released a lot of fluid to ensure the scent won’t disperse even by tomorrow morning."
Just as Luo Di was about to delete the friend, beep!
Another message popped up:
"Please don’t think about moving out of this rental house, otherwise I might not be able to find you, and then I may kill everyone in the building due to irritation and depression.
It’s a pity, observing you who have neither a lover nor relatives, otherwise it would be easier to have you.
If you see this message, please reply~ I’m also a murder enthusiast, really hoping to have a chance to engage more with you."
Looking at the conversation on the computer screen,
Luo Di felt a rare sensation deep in his brain, a strong discomfort and disgust, causing his fingers to subtly twitch.