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The dark space was filled with a suffocating silence.

It was as if some monster had completely swallowed everything, creating an unknown sense of oppression.

Fang Cheng floated in the air, his feet not touching the ground.

Having long grown accustomed to cultivating alone in the deep sea, his heart was without waves, instead feeling quite adapted and at ease.

The surroundings seemed boundlessly dark, yet Fang Cheng could clearly perceive that the actual area here was not large.

It was like a room with the lights turned off, the walls covered in black silk curtains.

When he first entered, he even heard the 'bang' of the door closing behind him.

It was just that the room seemed unfinished, with no floor beneath his feet, so he could only float here.

Fang Cheng looked around, slowly turning to face the deepest part of the darkness.

Suddenly, he spoke, saying:

"Hello."

After about a dozen seconds, in response to this polite greeting, a voice finally came from the darkness.

"I'm not good."

The voice was feminine, cold, and tinged with a hint of morbidity.

Subsequently, a figure emitting a faint light emerged from the darkness.

The light appeared dim and green, only able to outline the shape of the figure.

Thus, the face appeared extremely blurry and unrecognizable, like a ghost wandering in the night.

"You've finally come…"

The figure stared fixedly at Fang Cheng, uttering a sigh that seemed to have been long awaited.

Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, he could clearly feel the cold gaze cast upon him.

Fang Cheng was silent for a few seconds, then asked:

"Who exactly are you? What do you want from me?"

The figure seemed to curl the corners of its mouth upwards, introducing itself:

"You may call me, the Smiling Devil."

The tone paused, then he said unhurriedly:

"As for why I sought you out, it's simply that as one of your kind, I sensed the aura of another, and couldn't suppress my curiosity."

"So, you sent me postcards twice in a row just to express your curiosity?"

Fang Cheng stared at him, asking calmly.

The figure paused upon hearing this, then said:

"I'm afraid you've misunderstood something."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

The figure seemed quite annoyed, immediately explaining:

"I sent you three invitation letters in total, yet only tonight did you deign to spare some time and condescend to grace my humble abode."

Immediately, he seemed to realize a key issue, muttering to himself:

"So, one of the postcards was lost by me? Damn, it seems I misunderstood you…"

Thinking that his mother might have had contact with this murderer before him.

A surge of killing intent welled up in Fang Cheng's heart, but he didn't show it.

However.

Perhaps it was because he was in the "voice chat room."

The other party seemed exceptionally sensitive, immediately exclaiming in admiration:

"What intense killing intent! No wonder you're the same kind I've been looking for, a genius with the talent of a top predator!"

Fang Cheng remained calm and did not pay attention to his pretentious words.

Then he cut straight to the point:

"I'm here now, you can say what you need to say directly. If it's just idle chat, I'm sorry, it's too late, I'm going back to sleep, I won't keep you company."

"Hey, it's rare to meet someone of my kind that I can communicate with, why not chat a little longer? Don't you feel lonely usually?"

The figure complained for a few sentences, then suddenly changed the subject, asking solemnly:

"How's your condition now?"

"What?"

Fang Cheng was somewhat bewildered by his abrupt question.

"I've investigated you, from middle school to university, from graduation to work, you've always lived like an ordinary human being, never having an episode, never showing any signs of violence in the eyes of those around you."

The figure continued, posing the question:

"How exactly did you do it? Why are you able to control your words and actions so perfectly?"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, remaining silent.

Although he didn't know what he meant by "condition."

Seeing that the other party seemed to regard him as one of his kind and didn't show much malice, he might as well continue to maintain this image, guide the situation, and obtain useful information.

Thinking quickly in his mind, Fang Cheng replied in a flat tone:

"It's very simple, practice meditation, constantly improve your willpower through spiritual cultivation…"

He simply took the set of words that Lin Chuqiao had said and used them now, learning and selling them now.

The figure seemed to frown, appearing somewhat puzzled:

"I've been learning meditation for ten years, and I think my level is stronger than the teacher who taught me, so why can't I do it?"

"Do you have a definite meditation goal?"

"Aren't we regarded as demons and monsters because we can't find a suitable meditation goal?"

Fang Cheng nodded, pretending to agree.

"So, in order to avoid a relapse, I chose a very suitable goal."

"What goal?"

The figure asked somewhat impatiently.

"Myself."

"Heh heh heh, hahaha!"

The figure paused upon hearing this, then couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"You're even crazier than me, you actually got schizophrenia!"

Fang Cheng looked at him speechlessly.

To be honest, you weren't willing to believe me, so you had to make me lie?

"So you're a schizophrenic."

The figure still shook his head and laughed, muttering:

"No wonder you usually look like an ordinary office worker, but that night you were able to kill two hundred people without blinking an eye. This kind of record can be ranked in the national history of murderers…"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed:

"Were you also nearby that night?"

"Of course."

The figure said slightly dissatisfied: "Those thugs from the Red Tiger Gang were originally my planned prey, but unfortunately you stole them in advance."

After learning of this, many thoughts flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and his body suddenly burst into light.

It was as if he had instantly merged with the lamp flame in his mind, making his originally slightly dim figure become exceptionally bright.

The scorching light shot out like a sharp arrow, constantly piercing the surrounding darkness and shaking the foundation of the room.

"Wait!"

The figure tried to stop him, but let out a cry of pain.

Immediately, the surrounding darkness shattered like a mirror, restoring the bedroom scene.

Fang Cheng had already exited the "voice chat room" and returned to reality.

In the dark and silent church in the western suburbs.

The young man looked at the faint burn marks on the palm of his hand, but the corners of his mouth turned up, smiling exceptionally happily.

It was as if the injuries sustained in the mental space could also affect reality.