Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 190 Zhao Lei's Analysis

The taxi sped along, the driver betting on his reputation as the fastest taxi in Dachang, and arrived at Guanjiang Community in five minutes.

"Thanks, experienced driver!"

Zhang Wei threw down twenty yuan, didn't wait for change, and ran into the residential area without looking back.

"Zhao Lei, I'm going to rip your pants apart!" Zhang Wei's roar echoed through the neighborhood.
His speed is already faster than that of ordinary athletes. Ever since Yang Jian pulled him out of the mirror that time, Zhang Wei's coordination has greatly improved, and this change is reflected in many aspects of his life.

In no time, he had rushed to Zhao Lei's door and kicked it open hard.

The room was empty.

Zhang Wei's mind involuntarily conjured up the scene from that morning—the image of three grown men huddled together on one bed. Thinking of this, he subconsciously covered his anus with his hand.
"Zhao Lei! I've come to find you! Don't even think about ambushing me from behind."

No one responded to him; the room was unusually quiet.

Suddenly, Zhao Lei's familiar voice came from behind.

"Zhou Deng! Didn't I tell you before? Stay behind me! I can be in front all by myself!"

"I wanted to stay in the back too! Zhang Han kept shooting randomly from the side! I didn't dare stay there!"

Zhang Wei's expression changed instantly upon hearing this. These three people had actually committed such a heinous act in broad daylight.

However, the thought of his game account being wiped clean still gave him the courage to go to the computer room.

"Zhao Lei! Give me back my account number!"

Zhang Wei opened the door, covered his buttocks with one hand, and pointed at the three people playing games with the other, shouting loudly.

Zhao Lei, Zhou Deng, and Zhang Han were sitting in front of the computer, their fingers flying across the keyboard, the game screen flickering incessantly. Startled by his roar, the three turned around.

"Number?" Zhao Lei saw Zhang Wei arrive and got up to turn on a computer for him.

"By the way, Wei, I'll let Zhou Deng play with your account. He hasn't played ranked matches yet, so don't worry."

"How dare you say that!"

Zhang Wei rushed forward and looked at the computer in front of Zhou Deng. His familiar character was in the game, holding his favorite gun skin.

"Huh? Isn't this my number?"

Zhang Wei was completely dumbfounded; the empty new phone number in his memory didn't match the one in front of him at all.

Zhao Lei looked at him like he was crazy. "Otherwise, I've given Brother Leg's account to Zhang Han, so your account can only be given to Zhou Deng."

Zhang Wei quickly sat down, skillfully switched to the game inventory, and his eyes rapidly scanned the items and skins.

"What's wrong, little brother?" Zhou Deng tactfully stood up and offered him his seat.

"It's nothing," Zhang Wei said as he rummaged through the items. "Let me see if my things are still there."

Zhou Deng's expression changed slightly when he heard Zhang Wei say this. Due to his professional habits, he was very sensitive to these kinds of words. He said, "Although I, Zhou, made a living by tomb raiding in my early years, I never take things from my friends."

“Yeah,” Zhang Han chimed in from the side. “Awei, are you misunderstanding something?”

"No, nothing." Zhang Wei checked everything one by one. His account had all his items, but strangely, they had all disappeared at the Blue Moon Internet Cafe. "That's weird," Zhang Wei continued, "I went to the internet cafe just now, and when I logged into my account, I found that everything was gone, including the New Year skin I got this year."

"Internet cafe? When did you go? Why didn't you take us with you?" Zhao Lei asked.

"Just now." Zhang Wei glanced at the three of them. He didn't dare to stay with them; they might sneak up on him from behind when he wasn't paying attention.

Zhang Wei continued, "It's over on Ping'an Avenue, it's called... Blue Moon Internet Cafe."

"Blue Moon Internet Cafe?!" Zhao Lei's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression immediately turned serious.

Zhang Wei paused for a moment, then confirmed, "Yes, Blue Moon Internet Cafe. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"There's no way an internet cafe could exist in that place."

Zhao Lei looked grave and glanced at Zhou Deng and Zhang Han.

He then explained, "The Blue Moon Internet Cafe did open five years ago. But in the first month after it opened, a serious fire broke out. All thirty people inside perished. At the time, the whole of Dachang was talking about it, and it caused quite a stir. My friend and I even went to see the scene."

"Because that fire was so bizarre, burning at an unusually rapid pace, a legend has long circulated in Dachang City: perhaps that internet cafe still exists, and the people inside are completely unaware that they are dead, still unconsciously playing games..."

"Damn it! Zhao Lei! Did you scare me on purpose?!" Zhang Wei's mouth was wide open, his face stiff, and it took him a long time to choke out a sentence. It wasn't that he wasn't afraid of ghosts, he was just oblivious and didn't realize there was a ghost at all.

"I lied to you, I don't have a penis!"

Zhou Deng, standing to the side, realized the seriousness of the situation. If what Zhao Lei said was true, then Zhang Wei must have encountered a ghost, or even entered a supernatural space.

However, for the sake of thoroughness, Zhou Deng still said, "Is it possible that it's a coincidence? Zhang Wei, please tell me from the beginning how you entered that internet cafe. Please don't leave out any details. Tell me as much as you can, even if you farted a few times or drank a few sips of water."

This interrogation technique was taught to them by headquarters during training and is also the most commonly used method by the person in charge. In the supernatural, any inconspicuous detail can be a matter of life and death. When facing a vengeful ghost, one must be extremely careful. There are no second chances for them to make a mistake.

"I understand..." Zhang Wei saw that Zhou Deng was reliable and spoke logically, so he began to explain.

"At first... I was afraid that the three of you would betray me..."

Zhou Deng immediately darkened, realizing that Zhang Wei had misunderstood him. However, he did not interrupt Zhang Wei and listened quietly from the side.

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Wei recounted the whole story, albeit haltingly.

“…That’s how it is.” Zhang Wei said, his eyes darting around, his face showing obvious unease.

"I told that blond guy I'm going back to continue surfing the internet later... Will he come after me?"

Zhou Deng paused for a moment, then analyzed, "You said the network administrator stopped you when you left, but he stopped when you said you wanted to go back to continue surfing the internet."

"Yeah, I was addicted to the internet at the time, so I didn't care about anything else."

Zhao Lei picked up the thread: "The pattern of the killings is still unclear, but the process has been temporarily interrupted. Wei, how much does it cost to use the internet there per hour?"

Zhang Wei thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be 3 yuan..."

"In other words, the maximum time the pattern of murder can be interrupted is 66 hours..."

Zhang Han asked from the side, "Why do you say that? What's the basis for it?"

(End of this chapter)