My Iyashikei Game Chapter 34: The Human Jigsaw Case

At 2.45 am, the television screen lit up on its own. The eerie light illuminated the dark living room. Several faces could be seen reflected on the flickering snowy static screen. Han Fei gave a quiet sigh of relief. His palms and back were drenched with cold sweat. When the kneeling figure appeared at the foot of the bed earlier, his heart almost stopped. ‘There’s only 20 minutes left.’

The hellish mission was almost over. To be honest, Han Fei had no idea how he managed to survive for so long, but he finally saw a bit of hope at the end of the tunnel.

Five figures sat facing away from the bedroom door on the living room couch. They stared transfixed at the old television screen, as if there was something immeasurably interesting among the static.

Tik tok, tik tok… The ticking of the clock aligned with Han Fei’s heartbeat. He tried his best to calm himself. He must not let himself commit any mistake now that he was at the last leg of the mission. His eyes scanned the ‘people’ in the living room. Eventually his gaze settled on the television screen. Underneath the fuzzy static, there was a male voice. It was barely discernible, it sounded like a madman mumbling to himself. Han Fei focused his attention. He picked out terms like dissection, metamorphosis, break free, beauty and so on.

‘Room 1044 is haunted by the victims of the human jigsaw case. I’ve personally encountered Wei Youfu and Ah Mei’s ghosts here. However, based on the tone of the man from the tv, it doesn’t sound like he’s a fellow victim. If anything, he sounds more like the killer.’ The victims of the human jigsaw case were all ordinary people. Han Fei had seen their photos at their time of death. Every single one of them was filled with despair and pain. They did not sound like people who would repeat these meaningless mumbo-jumbos after death. To get to the bottom of this, Han Fei tried to grasp every single detail from what the man was saying.

‘Based on the crime scenes, the murders were highly ritualistic.’ Han Fei thought back to the information

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