636: Chapter 636: Helper Appears 636: Chapter 636: Helper Appears The night was thick with darkness, and not a single person could be seen on the streets, creating an overwhelmingly oppressive atmosphere.
The neon lights, intermittently flickering, cast a cold hue across the landscape.
It wasn’t even midnight yet, and the shops along the street had all closed their doors.
“The day and night of this city are like two different worlds.
I seem to have been to similar cities before.”
Han Fei stood at the entrance of an alley, his silhouette rging with the shadows, as he gazed into the distance.
At the end of this nocturnal expanse stood an amusent park, with a towering Ferris wheel overlooking everything.
The carriages, adorned with lights, resembled watchful eyes.
In contrast to the deserted city, the park seed to monopolize all the joy and brightness of the night.
“Does Paradise operate at night as well?”
Han Fei rembered finding a mascot costu in the basent.
The note hidden in the clothing indicated that the victim was responsible for the night shift at Paradise.
“I always feel that Paradise is the center of this city, as if all the buildings exist only around it.”
Feeling increasingly uneasy, Han Fei knew he couldn’t stay in one place for too long.
He left the alley and moved quickly along the shadows at the edge of the street.
No pedestrians or vehicles could be seen on the road, and the sound of police sirens beca fainter until they vanished completely.
“This city is too strange.
I wonder if it’s only my perception of the city that’s like this or if it appears the sa to everyone else.”
After walking and stopping intermittently, Han Fei finally encountered soone on a street.
She sat on a bench at the bus stop, wearing glasses, a backpack, and professional attire.
The woman had not made any particular effort to dress up; it looked like she was just heading ho after working late.
Massaging her sore calves, she slipped off her high heels and rested her feet on top of them.
With sothing seemingly weighing on her mind, she stared blankly into the dark street.
Watching the woman, Han Fei faintly felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn’t rember where he had seen her.
Not daring to approach rashly, Han Fei prepared to leave quietly, but before he had gone far, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He spotted another person in the alley not far away.
Half of the person’s face was hidden in the shadows, dressed in a pitch-dark suit, seemingly holding sothing in their hand.
“Is that person’s target the woman waiting for the bus?”
Han Fei recalled Doctor Fu’s words that the city had recently seen an increase in unnad corpses.
“Should I warn that woman?” Han Fei was surprised that his first instinct was to help her.
How could a serial killer psychopath think of rescuing soone upon seeing them in danger?
This subconscious reaction caused Han Fei to waver, “My previous speculation might be flawed.
Maybe the woman I t in Paradise was telling the truth.”
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to Han Fei, and he felt that he was not soone with a perverse inclination.
“Is there a possibility that I’m not actually a serial murderer but rather a screenwriter investigating a murder case?
Maybe I was inadvertently entangled in it, and ultimately the killer pinned their own cris onto .”
While Han Fei was contemplating, the woman waiting for the bus put her shoes back on, apparently aware that she had missed the last bus and preparing to walk ho.
As soon as the woman with glasses made a move, the man hidden in the shadows started to follow her.
The woman didn’t realize the danger was quietly approaching; she just vaguely felt fear and gradually quickened her pace.
At first, she stuck to the main roads, but it seed that she had to pass through a very narrow alley to get ho.
After looking left and right at the entrance of the alley for quite so ti, the woman proceeded only after being sure there was no danger—her ho appeared to be in the residential building at the end of the alley.
The gloomy alley was very dim, with no lights on either side of the buildings and all the windows shut tight.
The security cara at the corner hung listlessly, already vandalized, and any incident that might occur in this alley could be completely obscured by the night.
Exhaling a cool breath, the woman gripped her backpack tightly as she walked faster and faster.
The heels of her shoes clacked on the ground; she kept looking back, fearful that another person might appear behind her.
The darkness grew denser, and the woman felt she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat; fear crept into her eyes behind her glasses when she looked back for the fourth ti!
From the shadows not far behind her, a man in a black suit with a mask and holding a black box suddenly charged at her.
The masked man was like a giant crocodile hidden in the dark river, tearing through its disguise with a sudden leap, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth upon spotting its prey.
The woman turned deathly pale with shock, and she hurriedly sprinted forward, but in her fright, she misstepped and twisted her ankle.
Now it was too late to take off her high heels.
She watched helplessly as the masked man drew closer, but at that mont, a stone accurately struck the back of the masked man’s head.
Blood began to flow imdiately, and the masked man, who had been in pursuit of the woman, halted.
He turned to look behind him.
Han Fei stood at the mouth of the alley, dressed plainly, with a cat’s head peeking out from his backpack.
No one spoke.
In this highly tense situation, nobody dared to make any unnecessary noise, focusing their attention on the other party.
After a brief pause, the masked man with the black box charged at Han Fei, who posed a greater threat than the woman.
The man’s speed was very fast, clearly the result of professional training, and as he closed the distance, he threw the black box in his hand at Han Fei!
The black box, resembling a magician’s prop, opened in mid-air, but it seed to contain nothing inside.
With a twitch of his nose, Han Fei suddenly slled a pungent odor, and then his eyes began to hurt terribly.
“What’s in the box?”
In the last mont before his eyes closed, Han Fei saw the masked man pull a sharp knife from beneath his suit.
He knew this was the most dangerous mont, but his eyes burned as if pierced by needles, making it impossible to keep them open.
A weak ow reached his ears.
Han Fei knew it was too late to run; he couldn’t even see where he was going.
Fleeing in panic would only disrupt his footing, presenting his back to an enemy wielding a sharp knife.
Holding his breath, Han Fei raised his arms just as, in the blink of an eye, the masked man was upon him.
The sharp knife swung down, and Han Fei heard the chilling whoosh of the blade.
He endured the severe pain and managed to pry his eyes open a sliver; the dagger was nearly touching his neck.
The food in his stomach was burning as if on fire.
At this critical mont of life and death, Han Fei’s body responded on its own.
As the blade fell, he dodged to one side; the knife edge grazed past his face.
The gleaming blade reflected Han Fei’s face; he used the blade as a mirror, seeing himself between life and death.
After dodging the fatal blow, Han Fei’s instincts seed to fully awaken.
As the masked man prepared to pull back for a second strike, Han Fei’s arms wrapped around the assailant’s arm like a python seizing its prey.
He couldn’t see, so he simply pulled the man into his embrace.
Close-quarters combat, hand-to-hand struggle.
Han Fei had forgotten what he had learned in the past, but the moves he used were the most perilous of lethal techniques.
Every attack and target location had only one goal—to kill the opponent in the shortest ti possible.
Such killing techniques could only be turned into instinct through countless sessions of training and rich combat experience, and Han Fei already possessed all of it.
The masked man could never have anticipated being outmaneuvered.
This ordinary-looking sick man, despite being blind, had dodged his attack and responded with terrifying professional combat skills.
Many opportunities only co once.
He had the initiative and the advantage, but as he was drawn close by Han Fei, the chance had now passed to Han Fei’s hands.
Different from the masked man, regardless of any amnesia, Han Fei was very clear about one thing: to escape from desperation, he must firmly seize every opportunity!
His fist shot out like a cannonball, directly smashing onto the mask.
Han Fei struck with imnse force, delivering continuous blows.
As long as he found an opening, he would keep hitting until the opponent lost the ability to resist.
Showing rcy to a twisted murderer was nothing but cruelty to the victims.
One punch after another, the masked man likely suffered from severe concussion and brain damage; he could no longer hold his knife steady and fell to the ground.
Han Fei’s eyes were still not recovered, but he didn’t dare to be negligent.
He skillfully broke the man’s wrist.
Listening to the grating sound of bones snapping, Han Fei’s heartstrings seed to be touched.
This unpleasant sound evoked so happy mories.
“Have I done this sort of thing before?”
His eyes were in pain, so Han Fei had to hit hard; he couldn’t give the other man a chance to counterattack.
The masked man didn’t even manage to utter a complete sentence before he passed out, his white mask shattered by Han Fei, blood seeping through the cracks of the mask and his face.
“What’s in your box?
Is there an antidote?” Han Fei slapped the man’s cheek, but regrettably, the man couldn’t utter a word.
Enduring the sting in his eyes, Han Fei tried to move backwards, ready to leave.
He didn’t want to have any interaction with the woman from before.
“Hey!
Wait a minute!” The bespectacled woman took off her high heels and, supporting herself against the wall, approached Han Fei step by step: “Thank you for saving .”
The woman was sweet and lovely, easily arousing a protective instinct in others.
“You should get ho quickly.” Han Fei’s eyes were becoming more painful; in his current state, walking the streets alone, he probably wouldn’t survive the night.
“Why don’t you co back with ?
I can help you with your eye injury; those chemicals might cause you to go blind.” The woman was quite worried about Han Fei, and as he closed his eyes again, she gently lifted her arm.
Then, a surge of electricity shot into Han Fei’s body, and before he could fully recover, he was shocked and fell unconscious to the ground.
The last thing he saw was the woman dragging a cart out of the garbage pile, which she had hidden there in advance.
“Looks like I’ll have to take them back in two trips.”
…
Groggy, Han Fei opened his eyes and felt less pain around his eye sockets.
He tried to get up, but found himself chained to the wall, and his clothes were gone.
“Awake?” The woman sat next to him, propping her chin in her hand, with a pile of n’s clothes behind her.
Han Fei stared at the woman’s face, feeling that she must be soone from his mory, but he just couldn’t recall her na.
It was this sense of familiarity that caused Han Fei, who suffered from “paranoid schizophrenia,” to not be very guarded against her; instinctively, he didn’t think she would harm him.
“Spill it, where have you hidden the stuff?” The woman took off her glasses and wiped the lenses: “In most cases, I just want the Paradise Points, I don’t kill.”
“I don’t know what points you’re talking about, but you feel familiar, we must have known each other before…” Han Fei strained to focus on the woman: “Did you ever have feelings for ?”
The woman who was wiping her glasses stopped, her facial expression quite intriguing: “Seems like you have really lived long enough.”
“I’ve lost my mory, I’ve forgotten many things in the past, but the first ti I saw you, I felt like we knew each other, that’s why I went to save you.” Han Fei was telling the truth: “I knew there must be sothing wrong when a woman deliberately walked into an alleyway, and your limping acting was a bit unnatural, felt like a third-rate actress who hasn’t grasped the essence of Acting, only enough to fool a layman.”
“Knowing there was sothing wrong with , you still ca to save ?
You’re really making laugh.” The woman put her glasses back on and dropped a few pills into a cup.
“The doctor said I have paranoid schizophrenia, but I feel like I might have the ability to foresee death.
When you ca close, I didn’t feel any fear or dread, and that’s the second reason why I was willing to save you.” Han Fei’s hands were locked with chains, but strangely, even in such a situation, he still wasn’t afraid.
Instead, he felt an odd sense of accomplishnt as if he had fulfilled soone else’s dream.
“Paranoid schizophrenia?
Premonition of death?
And mory loss?
Are you stacking BUFFS here?” The woman carried the cup with the dissolved pills over to Han Fei, examining his face closely: “Stop trying to get cozy with .
If you’re unwilling to tell where the points are, then tell what your last words are going to be?”
After a long silence, Han Fei still couldn’t rember anything.
He shook his head and then pleaded sincerely, “Please don’t kill my cat, alright?”
“That’s it?”
“I really can’t rember anything, I don’t rember anything at all, and I just rescued that cat today.”
“Do you know you almost beat soone to death just now?
You even dismbered their arms, with extrely brutal thods.
You, a guy like that, would save a cat?” The woman clearly didn’t believe what Han Fei was saying.
She brought the cup with the dissolved dicine to Han Fei’s lips: “Didn’t you feel that I wouldn’t kill you?
Co on, obediently take this dicine and let see…”
Before the woman could finish speaking, Han Fei had already lowered his head and started drinking deeply; he was actually quite thirsty.
“Is there more?
Can you give so more water?”
Looking at Han Fei’s face, the woman glanced at the empty cup: “You’re quite direct, I suspect you’re gambling with your life.
But then again, why do I feel a bit reluctant to kill you?
I sowhat want to imprison you here, to tornt you every day.”
Standing up, the woman poured another cup of water: “Do you really not know about Paradise Points?
But if you didn’t receive an invitation from Paradise, how co there’s a Joker mask from Paradise in your backpack?”
“I can’t rember…” Han Fei drank the second cup of water, smacked his lips, and looked at the woman’s face: “Could you tell your na?
Perhaps that could help recall who you are faster.”
“My na is Li Guo’er, a fugitive on the run.” The woman looked at Han Fei with a smile: “Are you scared?”
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