My 'Healing' Game-Chapter 40 A Comedian Who Can’t Solve Cases Is Not a Good Player

40: Chapter 40 A Comedian Who Can’t Solve Cases Is Not a Good Player

40 -40 A Comedian Who Can’t Solve Cases Is Not a Good Player

“I myself am a detective enthusiast, and in the drama, I play the victim, so after truly understanding the character’s heart, I now especially want to give the deceased justice,” Han Fei said with a calm demeanor, and from any angle, he didn’t seem to be lying.

“Is this what they call ‘getting into character’?” Li Xue sat down across from Han Fei.

“Before I start, I have to ask you something first,” Han Fei said, getting straight to the point: “If the two of us teamed up and solved the Human-body Puzzle case, what kind of impact would it have?”

“The Human-body Puzzle case is an unsolved case from ten years ago.

Many police officers still hold it close to their hearts.

If we solved it, we’d be heroes,” Li Xue took a sip of water from her cup: “You’re an actor in need of fame; such a big case, once solved, will definitely attract media from all over for interviews.

Aside from the reward money, you’ll gain many other benefits.

For me, it’s even more important.

Just by solving this case, the major case team leadership will probably personally invite me back to the squad.”

It was apparent that Li Xue was eager to return to the squad, and her enthusiasm in helping Han Fei also had this reason behind it.

“Right now, I’m not concerned about money or fame; I just want to maintain a good relationship with you police officers—who knows, maybe we’ll have intersections in the future,” Han Fei spoke his mind, and his plain demeanor was very persuasive.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries and get to the point.

I’m also very curious about the appearance of victim number eight,” Li Xue took out her phone, seemingly searching for something.

“I don’t have a photo of the victim, but I remember her face,” Han Fei opened a computer software, used the auto-compose function, and input all the information.

Moments later, a picture of a petite girl, about fourteen years old, appeared on his computer.

Seeing the photo on the computer screen, Li Xue’s gaze lingered on it for a long time.

Only after about ten seconds did she take a deep breath: “You’ve got some skills, kid; now I completely believe what you said.”

“You didn’t believe me before?”

“I didn’t fully believe you.

After all, a comedy actor uncovering important information about the dismemberment case is something any sane person would find incredible.”

“But you haven’t seen the real victim number eight.

What if I randomly fabricated an image to deceive you?”

“You’re underestimating the police, aren’t you?” Li Xue took out her phone and showed Han Fei another picture.

The girl in the photo was surprisingly eight or nine points similar to the one Han Fei had drawn: “The police inferred the age of victim number eight from the fragments of flesh left behind, and from parts of the skeletal remains, reconstructed the victim’s build.

We simulated the child’s appearance using a computer, we just never released it to the public.”

“It seems that the police hold more information than I imagined, but this is even better,” Han Fei prepared to consolidate clues through Li Xue: “What do you think of this case?

Or does the police currently have a general suspect profile?”

“The murderer is of average build, leaning towards thin, with certain fighting and dissecting skills, and meticulous thought.

Considering the particularity of victim number eight, it’s very likely that the murderer has adopted unregistered abandoned infants…”

Li Xue said a lot, expanding Han Fei’s train of thought.

“You’re thinking the same as I am, but there’s an area you seem to have overlooked.” Han Fei pointed to Wei Youfu’s photo and shared his previous speculation, believing that the killer should know Wei Youfu.

“Let’s not talk about whether the murderer knows Wei Youfu or not.

I’ll tell you the truth: the police have already checked everyone related to the victims.” Li Xue logged into the police internal database using her own ID: “As for that puzzle shop, from the owner to the employees, no one had the time to commit the crime.”

“Then could you help me check one more thing?” Han Fei wrote down the name Meng Chang’an on a piece of paper: “I want to know if any of Meng Shi’s three sons knew Wei Youfu.”

“You think the Perfect Life case and the Human-body Puzzle case were done by the same murderer?

But their methods of committing the crime are totally different.

Moreover, the three Meng brothers all have alibis.

These things you’re considering now, the police already took them all into account at the time.”

“The killer in the fridge corpse case and the Human-body Puzzle case, even if they are not the same person, must have a connection,” Han Fei was certain for this reason: he had learned in the game that Meng Chang’an had previously predicted the Human-body Puzzle case.

After going through the police investigation reports for a long time, Li Xue finally found an intersection in the lives of Meng Chang’an and Wei Youfu.

“The police investigation records show that a few days before the Human-body Puzzle case happened, Meng Chang’an and Wei Youfu had been to the same puzzle store, but they did not know each other and were just strangers,” she said.

Searching for clues, the police had to screen hundreds of people, like searching for a needle in a haystack, but Han Fei was different.

He had a specific direction, and the difficulty of his investigation was much lower than that of the police, as if he was taking an open-book test.

“Meng Chang’an also went to that puzzle store?” Han Fei became even more excited, “That store definitely has a problem!

We can’t only screen the owner and the staff, we need to extend the time frame and pay close attention to all the clients who had interactions with Wei Youfu in the store!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Han Fei confirmed with a nod, and then continued, “Also, there’s another piece of information I need to tell you—the eighth victim hasn’t left any trace on the internet.

She was kept by the killer in a place isolated from modern society, living in a black house surrounded by an endless forest.”

“How do you know all this?” Li Xue took note of the clues Han Fei provided.

“If I told you the victim told me herself, would you believe me?”

“Believe, why not?

A forensic doctor can make the dead speak, maybe you have your own ways.

I’m not curious about these things; I just want to solve the case as soon as possible,” Li Xue stood up, “There’s no information on the puzzle store’s customers in the database from ten years ago.

I’m going to visit my teacher now; he was involved in the Human-body Puzzle case investigation ten years ago, and this case is also a thorn in his side.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll notify you as soon as there are any new developments,” she said, packing her materials and phone into her bag, and then she looked back at the wall covered with photos of the victims, “To a certain extent, you’re pretty dedicated as an actor.”

“Just average, this is just the basic professional conduct of an actor.”

Han Fei felt slightly embarrassed; he realized that since playing “Perfect Life,” he had mysteriously received a lot of praise in real life.

After seeing off Li Xue, Han Fei was about to study criminal psychology when his phone suddenly rang.

“Director Jiang?

Didn’t I already finish filming my scenes?”

“After discussing it, we decided to add some scenes for you, making the character of Wei Youfu the most typical among the seven victims,” Director Jiang was now speaking to Han Fei with much more politeness, perhaps because he was impressed by Han Fei’s acting.

“Alright, I’ll be right over.”

Hurrying to North Street of Old City District, by the time Han Fei arrived, the crew had all been in place.

It was evident that even though this was a low-budget thriller-mystery film, Director Jiang’s team took great care with the production.