This actor is full of tricks.

"Kid, haven't we gone too far?"

The old man stared at the man on the ground, who was foaming at the mouth and had completely fainted from fright. This was the first time he had ever scared someone, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but unexpectedly, he also felt a little pleasure.

Lin Jue checked the man's condition, then stood up and said, "Don't worry, he won't die. He'll wake up on his own soon."

After saying that, he took back the mirror ghost that was still hanging on the partition, and at the same time picked up the Blood Shadow who was squatting on the toilet bucket watching videos on his phone: "Kids should look at their phones less, it's bad for their eyes."

"Just one more look! Please!" Blood Shadow clutched his phone tightly. "Dr. Zhou, you have to admit, the person inside this box is writhing quite energetically."

"How long have you been dead? Don't you even know this is called a smartphone?" The old man helped Lin Jue snatch the phone back.

“My family is poor. I’ve heard of them, but I can’t afford them. I vaguely remember they were quite expensive when I died.” Blood Shadow looked at Lin Jue expectantly: “Dr. Zhou, you have money, why don’t you buy one for me?”

“A Little Genius phone watch would be perfect for your physique.” The old man never missed an opportunity to be sarcastic. After thinking for a moment, he said with a smile, “Well then, you don’t need to bother this guy. I have money, I can give you one for free.”

"You're really that kind?" Blood Shadow looked incredulous, and Lin Jue also stared at the old man strangely. In his memory, the old man wasn't such a warm-hearted person.

The old man leaned close to Lin Jue's ear and whispered, "When the time comes, we'll set up a minor mode for him, allowing him to play for only ten minutes a day. If he wants to play more, he'll have to do things for me. Although this guy looks like he could be killed with one punch now, once he recovers his strength, I'll essentially get a super fighter for free."

Lin Jue twitched the corner of his mouth. He remembered that although the old man was a bit sarcastic at first, he was at least a kind-hearted charlatan. How did he suddenly become like this? He wondered who he learned it from.

However, he quite liked this atmosphere; the noisy surroundings made him feel a rare sense of humanity in this era.

After getting off work, Lin Jue removed his already dirty makeup and took out a rusty iron key from his pocket.

[Room key for 702, Building 3, Renwen Street]

This is the key to Sun Jiankang's residence, which became a system-given item after the script was accepted.

Since he was going to put on a good show, Lin Jue didn't plan to go back to Yangtao Street. Instead, he was prepared to keep the show going, just in case someone from the New World was hiding in the shadows and following him.

The cultural street is just two or three hundred meters away from the amusement park, only a few steps away. The street is well-built, consisting of commercial housing built after previous demolitions, and also includes several resettlement houses. Sun Jiankang lives in the third resettlement house.

Lin Jue pressed the elevator button and patiently waited for the elevator to come down. Come to think of it, this was the first time he had ever lived in an apartment building with an elevator since he transmigrated to this world.

"Little Sun?" A voice suddenly came from the side. Lin Jue turned his head and saw a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties standing not far from him, looking at him with a smile.

"It really is you! I thought I was seeing things. You haven't been home lately, have you been staying at the circus?"

Lin Jue was taken aback, took a few steps back, and put on a stiff and awkward smile. He did not expect to run into an acquaintance of Sun Jiankang, and the other party seemed to have a good relationship with him. He, the fake, had no information about the other party at all, so he could only laugh awkwardly.

Seeing his expression, the woman sighed, "Don't you remember me again? I'm Aunt Luo, who lives next door. I'm a level-two psychological counselor. I run a private counseling center at home. Didn't your father bring you to my center for several sessions of therapy when he was still alive?"

Lin Jue's smile was still exaggerated. He had written down the other party's information, but nodded somewhat blankly to indicate that he understood.

"Sigh." Aunt Luo sighed again: "Your illness seems to be getting worse. Aunt Luo will say it again: if you ever figure things out, come and see me. Although there are congenital factors to your illness, the psychological impact of your environment can also cause the condition to worsen. Only by controlling your psychological problems in time can you slowly begin to treat it."

Ding-dong! The elevator arrived at that moment, interrupting Aunt Luo's words. To better fit the image, Lin Jue waited in the corner for her to get on the elevator before slowly moving in. From beginning to end, the smile on his face never stopped.

He huddled in the corner of the elevator. Aunt Luo stood at the door, turning back to look at him several times as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, only her eyes were filled with a pitiful and heartbroken look.

After arriving at the floor, Lin Jue waited until the other person opened the door and went inside before slowly taking out his key to open the door.

"Little Sun." Just then, Aunt Luo from next door opened the door again: "Remember what Aunt Luo said? If you really feel like you can't hold on anymore, come and talk to me. I won't charge you for consultations."

"Okay." This was the first time Lin Jue had responded to the other party. This woman called Aunt Luo seemed to be a very warm-hearted person, at least that's how she appeared at the moment.

Aunt Luo heard the response, smiled, and closed the door.

Lin Jue entered the room, closed the door, and turned on the light.

Sun Jiankang's house is quite large, and the interior decoration is in a very warm and cozy style, and it is very tidy.

It's clear that although Sun Jiankang suffers from an illness, he loves life. The Happy Puppet Syndrome affects intelligence. Because he is the Child of the Mist, Sun Jiankang is forty years old but has the intelligence of an eight or nine-year-old. Yet, he can keep his home cleaner than most people.

Lin Jue touched the coffee table and then looked at the open balcony door. He found it strange. Sun Jiankang had been away from home for some time. Logically, the house should be at least a little dusty with the balcony door open, but the house was too clean. Even the floor was spotless.

Did someone else clean it up specifically for it?

Instead of a television, there was a candlestick directly opposite the coffee table, and a black and white photograph hung on the wall.

That was a portrait of Sun Jiankang's father. The photo showed a somewhat overweight, white-haired old man with a gentle smile.

Lin Jue stared at the photo, and for some inexplicable reason felt that the curve of the old man's mouth in the photo seemed to have changed slightly, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing unusual.

"There's no black aura, am I seeing things?"

He shook his head, put his backpack on the sofa, and went into the bedroom.

There are two bedrooms in total. Lin Jue went to the nearest bedroom first. The bed sheets in the room were neat, and the wardrobe was full of large-sized clothes. Sun Jiankang was thin, so this was obviously not his room, but his father's.

Lin Jue opened the second door, but as the door was pushed open, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The small bedroom was covered with black characters on all four walls.

Keep trying! Keep trying! Keep trying!

Live! Live! Live!

(End of this chapter)