"Clearly, there are things that Shuichi would never do, like abandoning the body of Fukui," Feng Bujue said. "But you, Hirata-kun, your existence explains everything. The moment you appeared, the whole case became simple for me.

You couldn't turn yourself in, as a confession would affect the sentencing. You simply brought Sato Haruko home and scared her as much as possible, so much that she wouldn't dare to call the police. In her eyes, her husband suddenly changing his personality and killing someone, along with Fukui's death, were all her fault, so it wasn't difficult to intimidate her. The bullets in the gun were all used up anyway, so you just hid the gun somewhere it would be found during the police search.

The next day, you went to Shuichi's company as if nothing had happened. You're stronger than him; he doesn't know you exist, but you have all his memories. You went to his company specifically to wait for the police to investigate. As long as the police understood the situation, you would logically be taken in to assist with the investigation. But because the body wasn't discovered until noon on the 27th, you didn't get what you wanted by the time you left work.

On the way back, perhaps on a whim, you returned the body to Shuichi because you wanted to watch a show, to see their reactions when he went back to face Haruko. At that time, Shuichi's mental state was on the verge of collapse, very dazed, even forgetting the way home. That was the beginning of his third memory.

Then, when he returned to the tenement and opened the door to see his wife had hanged herself, he completely broke down and started shouting. The old woman next door heard the noise and knocked on the door. You took control of the body again to deal with her, deliberately letting her see something strange before sending her away, waiting for her to call the police. In the end… you just didn't want to actively call the police, which would lead to a confession.

Finally, as you wished, the police came to the tenement, arrested you, and found Yamada's handgun. That explains why you were calmly drinking tea at the time.

After being arrested, your revenge plan was considered successful. You returned to the consciousness world, until today.

As for Shuichi, he went mad. Prison confined his body, and the three segments of memory remaining in his mind were twisted into terrifying images, tormenting his spirit day and night. He's been like this for fifteen years, and if nothing changes, this will continue until he dies."

"Heh heh... Hahahaha..." Hirata widened his eyes, revealing a bizarre smile, and leaned closer to the mirror, "That idiot deserved it."

"No, in reality, Shuichi's choice can't be said to be right or wrong, only that good people don't get rewarded," Feng Bujue said. "But if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Then what do you want? Mr. F?" Hirata asked with a sneer, "Do you think you can change the past?"

"No, but I can bring you, and him, a release," Feng Bujue replied.

"Release? Hmph... Ridiculous, he's the one suffering, I don't need anything..."

"I have three layers of consciousness here, and Shuichi has experienced the deepest and most terrible one the most over the years," Feng Bujue interrupted. "I don't know how many layers you have, but judging by your mental state, you probably only have one. Hmm… for fifteen… no, twenty-one years, you've been constantly experiencing something similar to Shuichi's deepest consciousness, a terrible memory, am I right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hirata's eyes flickered, his tone clearly lying.

"My consciousness isn't created by this body. I can move around in these layers of mental prisons very easily. The more I know, the higher I can go. Now, I can completely go to the real world and take over Hirata's body. Similarly, I can go to your side and throw you into… hmm… wherever," Feng Bujue said in a deep voice.

"That's impossible!" Hirata shouted, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the mirror shattered…

Feng Bujue stood up. His handcuffs and leg shackles had all disappeared, and his clothes had returned to the purple suit jacket. He reached into his pocket and found the keys, as expected, three keys, and the only one that hadn't been used.

He went to the door of the ward, aimed at the lock, and opened this last door, symbolizing the imprisonment of the mind.

Outside the door, white light poured into the room, engulfing Feng Bujue. The next second, he experienced another scene transition, but this time, he was entering the unknown… Hirata's world under the control of his own consciousness.

"Hirata-kun… is it true?"

A beautiful woman appeared before him, looking to be in her twenties, wearing a down jacket, standing opposite him.

Feng Bujue was standing in front of her in a clown suit, looking quite strange, but in this NPC's eyes, it should be Hirata Shuichi.

The two were standing on a pedestrian overpass, a place known for confessions, breakups, suicides, and street performances. The street scene below showed that this was a street in a big city. Although it was late at night, in this metropolis of towering buildings, it was still a scene of bright lights and extravagance.

"Uh… what are you talking about?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

"What you said just now, Hirata-kun… that you're going back to your hometown after graduation, to… to marry Miss Sato." When the girl asked this question, tears were already glistening in her eyes.

"Miss Sato… so this woman is Mika-ko. Shuichi chose Haruko, but Hirata…" Feng Bujue thought, "Hirata has been experiencing the scene of breaking up with Mika-ko every day for years… that was Shuichi's choice, but it's also his memory. Countless times seeing the person you love crying and leaving, but being unable to change anything… missed opportunities appearing before your eyes again and again, this is one of the most painful tortures."

He tried it, and the body could move freely. He could even take out a pipe wrench or a gun, but doing that didn't seem appropriate in the current situation. It seemed that here, like in that black and white world, the deeper the spiritual world, the more freedom there was, while in those levels closer to reason, the body was instead subjected to various restrictions.

"Heh…" Feng Bujue smiled, tossed his head in a flamboyant manner, and walked forward, swaggering, until he was close to her, and then hugged Mika-ko. Of course, he was still relatively classy and didn't kiss her.

"I'll never leave in this lifetime. I love you." He said the lines with a vow-like tone, satisfying his craving for words he had never said in real life. Because he was saying it for Hirata-kun, he was able to say it.

In fact, Feng Bujue had been asked by a girlfriend to say those three words before, but he replied, "'I love you' is something a man only says once in his life, I'll say it when you're about to die."

From then on, no normal woman with any sense dated him again, a great blessing for the world.

[Current Task Completed, Main Tasks All Completed]

The system prompt sounded in due course. Feng Bujue opened the game menu and saw that the three uncompleted main tasks from before, [Stay in the House Until Dawn], [Explore the Mansion], and [Work Until Off Work], were not checked off on the right side, but were instead crossed out with several lines.

A new task had just appeared at this moment. The empty space seemed to indicate that this task had existed from the beginning, but he just couldn't see it: [Correct Hirata's Spiritual World]

The moment the voice prompt sounded, this task appeared, and it was immediately checked off on the right.

Logically speaking, Feng Bujue should have heard the teleportation prompt next, but strangely, he didn't. Instead, he returned to that first-person observation state of watching a CG.

"Oh? Does this scenario have a post-completion ending CG?" Feng Bujue thought. "Heh... not bad, more interesting than those that have to be fought through."

[Automatic Teleportation After Watching the Ending] The system gave this reminder.

The scene before him gradually changed… It was a cloudy afternoon, on a street that looked somewhat familiar. Everything around was naturally in color, indicating that this should be in the real world of this scenario.

Feng Bujue quickly recognized that this was a section of road he had walked through after first entering the scenario.

The camera turned, and two figures came from afar, a man and a woman. The man looked refined, wearing a well-fitting suit, and the woman was beautiful and elegant, with a refined temperament, wearing a dark coat.

Feng Bujue also recognized them. They were Hirata Shuichi, who looked to be only in his twenties, and Mika-ko, who he had just seen.

Their conversation gradually began to be heard.

"Almost there, right? Hirata-kun."

"Yeah… it's still a bit of a walk, but we're almost there."

"The transportation in your hometown is really inconvenient."

"Yeah, haha… it's a very old-fashioned place." Hirata scratched his head. "It's really hard on Mika-ko to come so far with me by train and then have to walk."

"Hmm~" Mika-ko shook her head. "No, being with Hirata-kun, walking is fine…" As she spoke, she lowered her head shyly.

Feng Bujue grumbled unhappily, "Hey… what's this? The plot after the world line was changed by me? I played a good ending just to see this kind of lovey-dovey stuff? Hirata, you should just die!"

"Oh, by the way, did you know that not far ahead, there's an old tenement? I remember hearing the old people say that it's haunted," Hirata said.

"Hey! Why are you suddenly bringing that up! Self-flagging!" Feng Bujue instantly had a bad feeling.

"There's no such thing as ghosts in this world. It's all just people's imagination," Mika-ko said.

Hirata laughed. "Haha, you're right…"

Just then, the camera pulled back into a distant, upward-looking panoramic view. In the gloomy sky, a flash of lightning suddenly struck. In that second of white light, Feng Bujue clearly saw that on a lamppost not far behind Hirata and Mika-ko, a strange figure wearing a white kimono was crouching…