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Chapter 179 Communicating the Condition
The space was shrouded in darkness and filled with a suffocating silence.

It felt like being completely devoured by some monster, with an unknown sense of oppression.

Fang Cheng's feet were not on the ground, but were suspended in the air.

He had long been accustomed to practicing alone in the deep sea, so there was no fluctuation in his heart. Instead, he was very adaptable and calm.

Although the surroundings seemed to be endlessly dark, Fang Cheng could clearly sense that the actual area here was not very large.

It was like a room with the lights turned off and the walls wrapped in black satin curtains.

When I first walked in, I even heard the door slam shut behind me.

However, the room seemed to be unfinished and there was no floor under my feet, so I could only float there.

Fang Cheng looked around, then slowly turned around and faced the deepest darkness.

Suddenly, he said:
"Hello."

About ten seconds later, a response to this polite greeting came from the darkness.

"I'm not good."

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

Then, a figure emitting a faint glow emerged from the darkness.

The light seemed dim and green, and could only outline the outline of the body.

As a result, the face appears extremely blurry and unrecognizable, like a ghost wandering in the dark.

"You finally came……"

The figure stared at Fang Cheng and sighed in a low voice, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I could clearly feel the cold gaze he was giving me.

Fang Cheng was silent for a few seconds, then asked:
"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

The figure's mouth seemed to turn upwards, and he introduced himself:
"You can call me the Smiling Devil."

He paused for a moment, then continued slowly:
"As for why I'm looking for you, it's just that as a member of the same species, I smelled the scent of another member of the same species, and I couldn't help but feel curious."

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

Fang Cheng stared at him and asked calmly.

The figure was stunned for a moment, then said:

"I'm afraid you've made a mistake."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng was slightly stunned.

The figure seemed quite annoyed, and then explained:
"I sent you invitations three times, but it was only tonight that you took the time to come to my humble home."

Then, as if realizing a key issue, he muttered to himself:
"So, I lost one of the postcards myself? Damn it, it seems I misunderstood you..."

As he spoke, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had solved a problem that had troubled him for a long time. He seemed relieved and extremely happy.

Looking at this somewhat crazy guy, Fang Cheng was not as relaxed as him.

I had a guess in my mind that it was during my trip to Yong'an Island that the other party saw that I had not responded, so he sent me another postcard.

When I got home, my mother, who was unaware of the situation, put it away. Many days passed and she forgot to tell me.

I thought that my mother might have had some connection with the murderer in front of me.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel a murderous intent in his heart, but he didn't show it.

however.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m in a “voice chat room”.

The other party seemed to be extremely sensitive and immediately exclaimed in praise:

"Such a strong killing intent, he is indeed the same kind as me, a genius with the talent of a top predator!"

Fang Cheng remained calm and ignored his mysterious words.

Then he got straight to the point:

"I'm here now. If you have anything to say, just tell me. If we just want to chat, I'm sorry, it's too late. I'm going to go back to bed. I'm sorry I can't keep you company."

"Hey, it's rare to meet someone like you who can communicate with you, why don't you chat a little more, don't you feel lonely normally?" The figure complained for a few words, and suddenly changed the subject, and asked solemnly:
"How is your condition now?"

"what?"

Fang Cheng was a little confused by his sudden question.

"I have investigated you. From middle school to college, and from graduation to work, you have always lived like an ordinary human being. You have never had any symptoms, and you have never shown any signs of violence in the eyes of those around you."

The figure continued to speak, raising questions:
"How on earth do you do it? Why are you able to control your words and actions so perfectly?"

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered when he heard this, but he remained silent.

Although it is not clear what exactly he meant by "illness".

But seeing that the other party seemed to treat him as one of their own kind and did not show much malice, it would be better to continue maintaining this image, guide the development of things and obtain useful information.

Thinking quickly in his mind, Fang Cheng replied calmly:

"It's very simple. Practice meditation and constantly improve your willpower through spiritual practice..."

Just use the words that Lin Chuqiao said and apply them immediately.

The figure seemed to frown, looking a little confused:

"I have studied meditation for ten years and I think my level is better than my teacher. 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 target?"

Fang Cheng nodded, pretending to agree.

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

"What goal?"

The figure asked impatiently.

"Myself."

"Hehehe, hahaha!"

The figure was stunned at first, then couldn't help laughing:
"You are even crazier than me. You actually have schizophrenia!"

Fang Cheng looked at him speechlessly.

To be honest, you don't want to believe it, so you have to force me to lie.

"So you are schizophrenic."

The figure still shook his head and smiled, muttering:
"No wonder, you usually look like an ordinary office worker, but that night you were able to kill 200 people without blinking an eye. This kind of record can be ranked in the national history of killers..."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed when he heard this:
"Were you around that night?"

"of course."

The figure said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Those villains of the Red Tiger Gang were originally my planned prey, but it's a pity that you snatched them away in advance."

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

Suddenly his eyes focused and light suddenly appeared around him.

It was as if it had instantly merged with the flame in his mind, making the originally dim figure become unusually bright.

The blazing light shot out like sharp arrows, constantly piercing the surrounding darkness and shaking the foundation of the room.

"and many more!"

The figure saw this and tried to stop it, but let out a cry of pain.

Immediately, the darkness around him shattered like a mirror, and the scene of the bedroom returned to normal.

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

In the dark and silent church in the suburbs of Xiguan.

The young man looked at the faint burn marks on his palms, but his mouth curled up with an unusually happy smile.

It seems that the injuries suffered in the spiritual space can also affect the reality.

(End of this chapter)