Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

The atmosphere in the No. 1 interrogation room of the Municipal Public Security Bureau was as oppressive as a tomb.

The internet celebrity "A Gui," who killed someone in front of the live stream camera, is now sitting in the interrogation chair. He has changed into a clean prison uniform, and the bloodstains on his face have been wiped away, but the madness and obsession that emanates from his bones cannot be concealed.

He was no longer as hysterical as before; instead, he was unusually calm and even gave a smile that could be described as "Oscar-worthy"—an innocent yet bewildered smile—to the one-way glass.

"Officer, I already told you, it was an accident."

Ah Gui looked at Lu Jingyan across from him, his tone so sincere it sounded like he was confessing, "I'm a method actor, I just... got too into character. I thought that knife was a prop, I thought the blood on the ground was blood plasma. Who would have thought the organizers would be so unprofessional as to mix a real knife into the props?"

"It's all a tragedy. I'm a victim, and the NPC who died was a victim too."

He shrugged, his face full of innocence. "You should hold the organizers accountable, instead of locking me, an 'artist,' here."

These words were perfectly worded and logically consistent.

If one hadn't witnessed his ferocity during his resistance, even the clerk standing nearby might have believed it.

"Good acting skills."

Lu Jingyan leaned back in his chair, his long, slender fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a "tap-tap" sound. He wasn't distracted by the other person's performance; he simply watched him quietly, as if appreciating a poorly executed stage play.

"It would be a waste of his talent not to win an Oscar."

"Officer, you flatter me."

Ah Gui thought Lu Jingyan was praising him, and a smug smile appeared on his lips. "Art originates from life, but it is also higher than life."

"Yeah?"

Lu Jingyan smiled, and that smile made A Gui feel inexplicably uneasy.

He pulled a document from the thick pile of files on the table and gently pushed it over.

"Since you enjoy acting so much, why don't you take a look at this 'script' first?"

Ah Gui looked down in confusion.

That was a forensic report.

[Deceased: Li Gou Dan (stage name), male, 24 years old, NPC actor in a murder mystery game.]

[Cause of death: Acute massive bleeding caused by a sharp object piercing the heart.]

[Weapon Analysis: A Western-style dinner knife, approximately 25 centimeters long, with a sharp, already sharpened blade.]

"Prop knife?"

Lu Jingyan pointed to the three words "sharpened" on the report, his tone calm, yet each word was like a knife.

"Mr. Gui, do your prop knives need to be sharpened? Are you planning to act in a movie while also working part-time cutting fruit for the film crew?"

Ah Gui's face paled instantly, but he still stubbornly insisted, "That...that must have been the props team's mistake! It has nothing to do with me!"

"Okay, let's take a look at this next."

Lu Jingyan then pulled out a second report.

[DNA comparison report of bloodstains at the scene.]

The bloodstains on the carpet, the murder weapon, and your clothes all matched the DNA sample of the deceased, Li Gou Dan.

"plasma?"

Lu Jingyan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a sharp, cold glint flashed behind the lenses.

"Is your blood plasma contaminated with DNA? Or did you deliberately draw half a pound of that NPC's blood as a prop to achieve 'realism'?"

Ah Gui's breathing became rapid, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He didn't expect the police to act so quickly, sealing off all the physical evidence!

But he still has one last trump card.

"Even if it was a real knife, even if I was the one who stabbed him, it would still only be manslaughter!"

He slammed his fist on the table and roared, "I told you, I thought it was fake! I had no intention of killing anyone! Legally, this would only get me a few years at most! I..."

"Subjective intent?"

Lu Jingyan interrupted him as if he had heard the biggest joke of the year.

"It seems you not only enjoy acting, but you also like to add your own dramatic flair."

He stood up, walked to the large screen in the interrogation room, and inserted a USB drive.

"Since you enjoy reading scripts so much, I'll show you your 'work' from five years ago."

The screen lights up.

What appeared were not interrogation videos, but rather shocking crime scene photos heavily pixelated.

[The case file of the "Rainy Night Butcher" serial murder case in the south of the city five years ago.]

"The deceased, A, was a 22-year-old female nightclub dancer. She was stabbed in the throat with a sharp weapon and suffered 27 stab wounds."

"The deceased, B, was a 19-year-old female college student. She was followed to her home, raped, and then murdered in an extremely cruel manner."

"The deceased, C..."

With each name Lu Jingyan uttered, A Gui's face paled a little more.

By the time the fifth name was called, his surgically enhanced face was completely distorted and he was drenched in sweat.

"These cases, you're very familiar with them, aren't you, Mr. 'Butcher'?"

Lu Jingyan turned around and looked down at him, his gaze as if he were looking at a pile of rotting garbage.

"Five years ago, you committed a series of bloody crimes and then disappeared without a trace. We always thought you had fled abroad."

"I never imagined you'd change your appearance and become a popular online streamer with millions of followers?"

"She really is... a good actress."

"No...it wasn't me...you've mistaken me for someone else..."

Ah Gui shook his head frantically, trying to make a final struggle.

"You admitted you were wrong?"

Lu Jingyan sneered, "Your face is fake, but your fingerprints are real. And your DNA is unique."

He slapped the last comparison report in front of Ah Gui.

The fingerprints and DNA samples of the suspect, "A-Gui," matched 99.99% with biological samples left at the scene of the "Rainy Night Butcher" case.

The proof is like a mountain!

"boom--!"

Ah Gui felt his mind go blank; all his pretense and all his wishful thinking were shattered in that moment.

His much-vaunted acting skills and his meticulously constructed second life crumble before the cold, hard evidence of science.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

He suddenly burst into laughter, a manic laugh that brought tears to his eyes.

"We've been found out...we've been found out after all..."

He raised his head, and his eyes were no longer feigned, only filled with the most primal and pure madness and resentment.

"That's right! I killed them! Those women, and that NPC from earlier, I killed them all!"

He roared, as if showing off spoils of war, "I love watching them struggle in fear! I love the feeling of a knife piercing flesh! That moment of life slipping away is the ultimate art!"

"You ordinary mortals simply don't understand!"

He looked at Lu Jingyan with a morbidly defiant gaze.

"So what if you catch me? You can't kill me!"

Ah Gui suddenly straightened up, his expression becoming extremely strange, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, and sometimes rambling incoherently.

"I'm sick...I have a mental illness! I was abused by my dad growing up, I have childhood trauma! I can't control myself!"

He started banging his head against the table frantically, making dull thuds.

"I'm a patient! You can't sentence me to death! You have to cure me! Hahahaha!"

He attempted to use "mental illness" as a last resort to escape legal judgment.

Lu Jingyan watched his performance quietly, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Only after Ah Gui had smashed his head and was bleeding profusely did he slowly speak.

"Is the performance over?"

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said into it:

"Xiaoxiao, notify the experts from the psychological assessment center to come over."

"By the way, prepare my 'True Words Big Pen'."