Han Fei borrowed the virtual identity provided by Huang Ying, opened the information cocoon room, and entered the dark web invisible to ordinary people, where he also figured out the areas that the madmen and perverts frequented most.
On a whim, he spent a lot of money to charter a taxi and hurried to Xinhu North Suburb.
Half an hour after leaving the Old City District, they saw two vehicles on the deserted road.
One was an expensive modified car and the other a barbecue restaurant’s delivery van; they seemed to have collided. Strangely, there were no traffic police or patrol robots at the scene, and all the passengers inside the vehicles had vanished without a trace.
"Stop the car," Han Fei signaled the taxi driver to slow down.
"Better mind your own business. Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you there. Stopping midway is against our policy," the taxi driver said as he carefully avoided the two cars without giving them a second glance.
"They might be in trouble. If we pretend not to see today, then if we run into trouble on the road in the future, others will definitely not help us either. Everyone will become colder and colder," Han Fei patted the seat. "You often drive at night; you should understand this better than I do."
"But they didn’t ask for your help, did they?"
"I’m just going to check out the situation." After much persuasion, the taxi driver finally stopped the vehicle and opened the door: "Don’t get too close, take a look and then hurry back."
"Alright," Han Fei walked between the two cars, looking at the shards of glass on the windows: "This doesn’t look like it was from a collision; it must have been smashed with something."
His nostrils twitched, Han Fei frowned as he looked inside the vehicle: "Why is there an awful smell in this barbecue restaurant’s van? Greasy, nauseating, it feels sticky, as if smothered with pig brains."
"Hey! Stop looking! It’s time to go!" The taxi driver knocked on the window. Just now, a red alert was issued through the vehicle’s communication device by the company, prohibiting drivers from taking jobs to the outer suburbs after midnight, saying it was for protecting the drivers’ personal safety.
Han Fei did not come back; he used his jacket to open the van door and took a quick glance, as if he had discovered something.
He entered the vehicle and lifted the cloth under the back seats, uncovering an assortment of "tools"—complete sets of surgical scalpels, long saws, short saws, various kinds of ropes, and a large quantity of drugs.
"The barbecue from this place must be quite costly."
After restoring everything to its place, Han Fei then walked towards the modified car.
"You people who live in the city center all year round don’t understand, the outskirts are in complete chaos now! Hurry back!" The taxi driver shouted out the window, very anxious, and regretted opening the door for his passenger earlier.
"It looks like there’s an injured person in the modified car."
"Get back in the car quick! Don’t meddle in things that don’t concern you." The taxi driver waved frantically: "We drivers who work the night shift are now afraid to go too far. If you hadn’t offered so much money, I wouldn’t have agreed to drive you here."
"Her injuries seem quite severe." Without much thought, Han Fei picked up the woman inside the modified car and dashed back to the taxi: "She is in critical condition!"
Seeing Han Fei carrying a blood-covered woman, the driver got scared as well, and he quickly opened the car door.
After placing the woman in the back seat of the taxi, Han Fei transferred some money to the driver: "Hurry and take her to the nearest hospital!"
"What about you?" The driver noticed that Han Fei showed no intention of getting into the car.
"There must be other victims in the modified car! I am very familiar with the psychological changes that occur in those perverts when they kill, they must still be ’enjoying’ the process." Han Fei closed the car door and took out his mobile phone to make an emergency call to the police and ambulance services.
"You seem to know quite a bit about this? Are you a cop?" The driver was frightened by Han Fei’s words, knowing full well the danger yet Han Fei dared to stay here alone: "I’ve only seen such rich people who like to deal with perverts on TV."
"My name is Han Fei, you can..."
"Han Fei!?" The driver’s voice grew louder: "I understand now!"
"What do you understand?" Han Fei was startled, but didn’t pay much attention: "First get the victim to the hospital, if money is an issue, ask me for it."
"Today, I really learned what it means to be consistent inside and out! Forgive my lack of education, I don’t know how else to describe it." The taxi driver buckled up again: "I’ll make sure she gets to the hospital safely, and you should also take care of yourself!"
After finishing his words, the driver turned and drove towards the Old City District.
"It seems my public support isn’t bad at all, even the taxi driver is praising me." Han Fei didn’t realize his name had become a symbol.
Standing between the two cars, Han Fei carefully examined the ground. The signs of struggle were not obvious, one side must have been completely overpowered by the other.
"If I wanted to destroy the body and erase all traces, where would I take the other party?"
Weeds by the roadside had been trampled on, and Han Fei quickly found the first footprint. He scanned the nearby buildings and quickly identified the deserted old building straight ahead.
Perhaps it was the result of playing video games too much, but Han Fei’s senses were clearly much sharper than the average person’s. He could easily enter a "hunting" state, much like a top piano maestro completely merging with the music during a self-forgetful performance. In his eyes, there was only the murderer on the run.
"The kind taxi driver asked me to get back in the car, but by doing so, he actually exposed the location of both me and him. If I don’t come down and handle those murderers, the driver, now targeted by them, could become their next victim."
Trained by the Deep World, Han Fei was good at considering the worst aspects of a situation, because there is no bottom line to human nature.
Reaching back, he grabbed the retractable baton hidden in his sleeve and approached the target building step by step, making no sound at all, holding his breath and focusing on the building’s windows and doors.
"There wasn’t just one person in that barbecue truck; most psychopathic killers work alone. Cases involving collaborative killing are very rare and extremely vicious."
Han Fei hadn’t entered the building, but his brain had already thought of a dozen plans. He was completely different from a few months ago; maybe this was the confidence of a level twenty-five Deep World player.
Approaching the door, Han Fei found a blind spot. If the suspects were all hiding inside the building, they wouldn’t be able to see Han Fei right now.
After closing the distance, Han Fei didn’t take the main entrance. He hugged the wall and silently moved around to the window on the side.
His formidable physical condition allowed him to easily climb up to the second-floor window without making any noise throughout the process.
He glanced into the room, where all the lights were off, but faint screams and a slight scent of blood were detectable.
"Very professional technique."
For the average person, barging into a completely dark room without knowing the layout was sure to get them killed. Han Fei was different; the darkness had no effect on him, and he was already accustomed to operating in the dark.
Flipping into the room, Han Fei focused on the shadows moving around in the living room.
The custodians of the Sunday Night School had secured each entrance to the room within the building, and a few were hiding near the ground floor doors. They were ready. As soon as Han Fei entered, several sharp knives would stab into his body from different directions.
Moving slowly within the building, Han Fei showed not a hint of nervousness. He knew very well the dangers of what he was doing, yet there was not the slightest ripple in his heart.
It was as if he saw familiar friends in his own home; Han Fei made his way to the second floor bedroom door with ease.
He had already appeared beside one of the students who had yet to notice him, craning his neck to look down the hallway.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, Han Fei’s hands rose silently in the dark, unexpectedly locking around the other man’s throat and covering his mouth.
Bones misplaced, Han Fei hadn’t expected his strength to have become so powerful; the Black Box seemed to have unlocked some sort of shackle in his Brain Sea.
Having incapacitated one person, Han Fei naturally assumed his identity, swaggering about in the darkness like a Ghost.
Half a minute passed, and the sound of the ground floor door being pushed open reached them. The people below realized something was wrong.
"Did he escape? Should we chase after him?"
"You guys continue with the newcomer ceremony. I’ll go have a look."
"Doctor Bai, is it safe for you to go out alone?"
"It’s fine. Remember to take extra care of the Newcomer, and make sure he grips that blunt knife tightly."
The one known as Doctor Bai took the modified car keys and left alone, becoming the only person to exit the building.
"Doctor Bai went to start the car? Does he have something to do?"
"I heard that Doctor Bai used to be a student too, and later became the youngest Tutor."
"He’s quite old, but he supposedly worked for Eternal Life Pharmaceutical and participated in certain experiments, which is why he looks so young."
"Forget about that guy; let’s continue with the ceremony."
A few from their hiding places stepped out, grabbing Shen Luo and heading towards the upstairs hall.
"Everyone come out, let’s complete the newcomer ceremony quickly and then clean up..."
The person in the lead stopped suddenly halfway through his words as he realized the second floor was empty, no one responding to him.
"Where are the people?"
Confused, he turned back to ask his companions, only for his pupils to shrink instantly.
There had been five hiding downstairs, but after Doctor Bai left, five still came up the stairs!
Jabbed on the staircase, he pointed toward several silhouettes in the dark: "One, two, three..."
The man only counted to three before he was knocked unconscious with a blow to the head.
After disposing of the students upstairs, Han Fei had quietly made his way down, hiding among "everyone"—it was quite exhilarating.
"I’d already counted for you all, eight in total—it must have been a tight squeeze in that little car." Having unmasked himself, Han Fei naturally wouldn’t show mercy; to be kind to a Murderer was to be cruel to the victims.
One brutal blow after another, the sound of breaking bones echoed through the building.
As "classmates" fell one by one, Shen Luo was truly stupefied. Leaning against the wall, he yelled toward the pitch-black room: "I’m not with them! They forced me to come here! I didn’t do anything!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Han Fei shivered. He was certain he had heard it in the Deep World, the voice that nearly got him and his neighbors sent away by Eleven Sister-in-law.
"So, your hidden identity is that of a deranged Murderer!"
The stick swung, landing on the shoulder of the person next to Shen Luo, cracking his scapula. The man dropped limply, and Shen Luo quickly raised his hands in panic as Han Fei also saw the bloodied blunt knife in his grasp.
"You put the knife down first."
"I can’t control myself; it’s like a huge moth flew into my head, sucking on my brain matter, continually seizing control of my body!" As Shen Luo’s fear grew, his hallucinations became more severe.
"Then I’ll have no choice but to shatter your wrist." Strangely enough, as soon as Han Fei finished speaking, Shen Luo had a burst of strength and temporarily regained control of his body, fiercely throwing the blunt knife down to the first floor.
"You being so cooperative actually makes me suspicious." Han Fei took out his cell phone for light, wanting to check Shen Luo’s condition—he had never expected to meet this unfortunate guy here.
"I truly am a victim; I just came here to get treatment." The light dispelled the darkness, and Shen Luo sat on the stairs with tears in his eyes. His expression was hard to describe, as if he’d been mistakenly amputated by a doctor.
"Treatment? They did refer to that person as Doctor Bai just now." Han Fei looked out the window, noticing the absence of Doctor Bai and the modified car: "He’s quite cunning."
"I don’t know the specifics, but they seem to call themselves Sunday Night School. I went for treatment, then they took me to class. I thought they wanted to sell me some health products, but who knew they’d drag me to this place!" Shen Luo’s tears finally began to flow: "Ever since I quit the game, I’ve felt something’s not right in my head. I’m so tired."
"So, they are the Sunday Night School?" Han Fei felt Shen Luo wasn’t lying. He grabbed a still mobile student and laid them beside a body: "Tell me everything you know."
"Are you dreaming?" The man was stubborn, his bones broken, yet he didn’t cry in pain.
"They’ve all been brainwashed, one crazier than the next," Shen Luo whispered a warning.
"If you’re obstinate, then I’ll just have to find another way." Han Fei struck the man’s head and then turned his attention to the others.