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Chi Que was not truly investigating the woman's affair partner out of a sense of justice.

Actually, this was a request from his friend at the police station. The reason he brought up Sherlock Holmes was because he thought it was cool.

Another point is that the compensation is quite generous.

The woman's affair partner was named Chen Ming. About two months ago, he bought a villa here in full. He would come back to stay one day a week, and spend the rest of the time indulging in debauchery outside. This was the opportunity for him to investigate.

However, based on his deduction, serial killers like him are very likely to preserve evidence in order to seek thrills.

Not all murderers preserve evidence, but those who flaunt their wealth clearly don't belong to that category.

Wearing gloves, Chi Que searched the villa's rooms one by one: the living room, dining room, guest room, and storage room, but found nothing.

Until he pushed open the basement door.

The staircase was long, and the lights were motion-activated. As he walked in, the lights snapped on, allowing Chi Que to see what was on the wall.

photo.

Dozens of photos, densely packed on one wall, are all of women, different women, from different angles, and from different distances.

But in those photos, they all had the same expression on their faces.

fear.

Chi Que walked over and looked at each photo one by one. Underneath the photos were dates written in marker, the earliest being six months ago and the most recent two weeks ago.

He was also a deranged serial killer.

He concluded.

Chi Que continued walking in.

Deep in the basement was a converted room with the door ajar. He pushed the door open and found a metal cabinet in the corner.

He opened it and took a look.

Needles, syringes, and several bottles of unlabeled medicine.

Chi Que took out a syringe, looked at it through the flashlight, and saw that the remaining liquid was transparent and had no smell. He didn't know what it was, but he knew what its presence here meant.

At the bottom was a metal box; inside was a bag of white powder. He frowned, didn't touch it, and simply closed the refrigerator.

This really is a "refrigerator".

Chen Ming's eccentricities exceeded his expectations; it wasn't simply a matter of seeking thrills.

It's more like this person doesn't value their own body at all, otherwise they wouldn't be taking these medications.

But that's not right.

If someone is a drug user, there should be traces of such activity.

However, Chi Que had met Chen Ming once, and the man's eyes and movements did not resemble those of someone who had been drained by drugs.

He didn't have time to think it through, took a few photos, and then went back out, leaving the basement door slightly ajar as it was before.

He was about to leave when he suddenly heard a soft sound from upstairs.

That was the sound of the door lock turning.

Chi Que's movements froze.

How could that be?

He stood against the wall, holding his breath.

He counted his heartbeats: one, two, three...

Footsteps came from the stairs.

It's very light.

The footsteps stopped for a moment.

Chi Que heard a "hmm," as if he had discovered something.

His heart skipped a beat, throwing him off balance.

He hid as much as possible in the shadows of the basement. The door was pushed open, and he saw a dark figure appear in the doorway.

He couldn't see the other person's face, but the figure was extremely strong, almost completely obscuring the door.

Chi Que didn't move; let's start counting from the beginning.

But Chen Ming turned his head, accurately pointing in his direction: "Come out."

He took a step forward, an abnormally fast step, and Chi Que instinctively dodged to the side—

The wind whistled past my ears.

Chi Que's back slammed against the wall. He saw Chen Ming withdraw his hand and look at him with a cold smile, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Little mouse," Chen Ming said, "you're quite good at hiding."

Chi Que's mind was racing. How was he discovered? Where did he slip up? But the current situation prevented him from thinking.

Chen Ming moved again.

This time, Chi Que saw it clearly and instinctively lunged to the side. Chen Ming's hand swept past where he had just been standing and grabbed nothing.

Chi Que got up and ran towards the door.

Chen Ming did not pursue.

He simply stood there, watching Chi Que run towards the stairs, and then in a flash, he appeared right in front of Chi Que.

Chi Que stopped in his tracks.

Chen Ming blocked the entrance to the basement, looking down at him.

"Why are you running?" He asked with a mocking smile. "Weren't you here to investigate me? I'm here, why are you running?"

Chi Que took a step back and reached into his pocket.

Chen Ming saw the movement and smiled: "Trying to use a hidden weapon? Or poison? Too bad, it won't work on me."

"Do you know who I am?" he asked, then answered himself, "I am the chosen one."

"The one who chose you is truly scum." Chi Que, instead of running away, even mocked him.

Chen Ming's smile paused for a moment, but only for a second before he smiled again: "You're the first person who dares to talk to me like that."

He stepped forward and said disdainfully, "But so-called human morality is utterly laughable in the face of beings at a higher level."

Then he suddenly stopped laughing.

Chi Que pulled out a gun.

Without even thinking about why the other party would have such a thing, he instinctively dodged to the other side.

A gunshot rang out.

Chen Ming closed his eyes, then carefully opened them, only to find that he had no injuries whatsoever.

This is a blank cartridge.

"Damn it, how dare they lie to me!" He was furious and rushed towards Chi Que like a shadow.

boom!

Chen Ming paused.

He looked down at his chest, where there was a hole from which blood was seeping out. He looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This time it wasn't a blank.

Chi Que took a step back, the gun still pointed at him.

"What I do is shady business," he said, "so I always have some backup plans."

Originally, Chi Que was worried that the gun might not work, but the way the other party dodged completely put his mind at ease.

"You—" Chen Ming collapsed.

Chi Que also collapsed to the ground, his heart pounding wildly.

However, a question lingered in his mind: what exactly was the chosen one that Chen Ming mentioned?

The other party is clearly not an ordinary person. How did they obtain extraordinary power? If he finds a way, can he become like them?

Just as Chi Que was pondering this, he discovered that Chen Ming's corpse had begun to dissolve rapidly and dissipate into the air.

Before he could react, a voice rang in his ears:

Congratulations! You have been chosen from among countless others to compete in this great game.

A great game?

Chi Que was slightly taken aback.

Is this what Chen Ming meant by "being chosen"?

Because I killed him, the qualification belongs to me?

He selectively forgot his previous despicable remarks.

[Generating a beginner's dungeon for you...]

"Wait!" Chi Que suddenly realized, "Could you wait until I'm back in a safe place before—"

[Completed, teleportation imminent—]