Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
After the middle-aged woman hung up, she walked ahead. She looked like she had an emergency. After the woman left, Han Fei walked down the corridor.
Someone had purchased the entire basement. The person should be crazy because they had written inexplicable and despairing words on the wall. The smell of Formalin in the air intensified and more blood appeared on the ground. This crime-scene-like basement gave Han Fei a strange familiarity.
‘I’m a comedy actor. Why would I be familiar with the smell of Formalin and crime scenes?’ Then, he remembered the stories he wrote. ‘What kind of person am I?’
Han Fei carefully avoided the bloodstains. A normal person would be frightened in his position. However, as a mental patient, Han Fei didn’t feel afraid when he saw the gore. If anything, he felt more at ease. He was very conflicted with his persona. The more he investigated, the more confused he became. ‘I have no memory of my parents working in the basement… Doctor Fu mentioned the appearance of many nameless corpses around the city, and the man, who called himself my father, is an excellent coroner. Are my parents the crazed murderers? Did I lose my memory after seeing them in action? Or they have been feeding me drugs so that I lose my memory? I have been living with a pair of murderers. They can’t be my parents!’ Regardless, all of the possibilities were scary.
Han Fei didn’t have a concept of parents in his heart at all. That unit didn’t feature in his memory. Different thoughts appeared in his mind. Han Fei walked past the bloodstains and came to the last room in the basement. The door was locked, and blood was seeping through the bottom gap.
“The blood has coagulated. They flowed out of the door when the mother was cleaning the room. So the first crime scene should be inside this room.” Han Fei mumbled to himself. “For blood which is lodged at the gap, one should use chemicals…” Han Fei was shocked by his thought. “Why would I know that?” He had lost his memory, but he still retained his instinct. But his instincts
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