Chapter 944: Going to Kim Yoon-ah’s House to Play

The Bureau Chief said, "Is that so? Then I really do want this Tang Jia to go get a brain scan!"

Professor Jiang said, "He will. Currently, I know professors from other universities who are also researching this. Once they receive the news, they'll come."

The Bureau Chief's eyes went wide. He hadn't expected that his offhand remark would actually come true.

Zhou Wu and Professor Jiang returned to the hotel they were renting in Nancheng City.

On the way back, Zhou Wu said to Professor Jiang, "Professor, now that this case is closed, can I go investigate Li Shumu's disappearance case?"

Zhou Wu had wanted to investigate ever since he received the news of Li Shumu's death.

Going to Alice Apartment was convenient, since Alice Apartment was right there in Nancheng City.

Professor Jiang glanced at him and said, "There's nothing worth investigating. Even if you investigate and find something, it won't prove anything, or bring you any personal benefit."

"In a few days, there will be other cases. You need to rely on high-profile cases like these to build up your own reputation, understand?"

Zhou Wu fell silent. He stayed silent for a long while, then looked up, completely baffled:

"Reputation? But I don't care about that at all!"

Professor Jiang said critically, "You don't care? If you don't have reputation, you won't even have research funding!"

Zhou Wu shut his mouth.

...

Round 34, Day 2, 9:41 AM.

At Alice Apartment, near the Small Park.

Security Guard Xiao Xing's enlightener, the Painter, was here painting.

Usually, when coming to a place like this for outdoor sketching, one would paint the outdoor scenery.

But now, on his snow-white canvas, it was not the scenery of the outdoor Small Park.

Instead, he was painting a man.

He was painting from a photo on his phone, which was propped up on his easel.

No matter whether judged by professional or amateur standards, this Painter's skill was terrifyingly strong.

Because his painting was practically a one-to-one enlargement of the photograph.

Identical in every way.

At this moment, there was another man standing beside the Painter.

He was close to 40 years old.

Staring at the Painter's work, he said, "I still feel like I'm dreaming."

"How can humans paint something so intricate? And build so many astonishing ancient structures? Every time I see it with my own eyes, I think, humans are terrifying. How do they make these things? If it were me, I couldn't do any of it."

The Painter answered while painting, "If you'd studied painting or architecture, you could. Everyone has their own specialty."

The man said:

"I don't have any talent in that area."

The Painter said, "Talent is important."

Both fell silent for over ten seconds.

The painting was already two-thirds complete.

Then, the man suddenly spoke up and asked him, "Painter, do you believe there's a way in this world to bring the dead back to life?"

The Painter said, "It's not a question of believing or not. It's that I've never seen it."

The man said, "I believe it."

The Painter said, "Then tell me, what method?"

The man said, "I can't tell you."

After the Painter finished the final stroke, he handed the painting to the man.

The man stared at the figure in the painting, another man close to his own age.

A blissful smile, the kind shared between lovers, spread across his face.

"Soon, you'll see the man in this painting come back to life."

The man said to the Painter before leaving.

The Painter said, "I hope so. When that happens, I'll treat you both to a cup of coffee."

As the man's figure gradually disappeared, the Painter's expression returned to calm. He tossed out a remark: "This apartment has more and more psychos. Resurrection, no less. He's completely lost his mind."

The man admired the painting as he walked back to the apartment building.

Soon, he returned to his home in Building No. 2.

After getting home.

He hung the painting on a blank white wall in the living room.

After that, he went to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom were several very large glass containers, all sealed.

Inside the containers was a transparent liquid.

Suspended separately in the liquid were human arms, legs, upper torsos, and even heads.

At a glance, these were clearly taken from real people, not models. And this transparent liquid was certainly formalin, capable of preserving these human body parts without decay.

"Soon, I'll assemble the perfect body you want."

The man leaned against the glass container, staring obsessively at the human remains inside.

...

Wang Daqiang had chatted with Kim Yoon-ah until very late last night, which made him sleep in. He had only just groggily woken up now.

After waking, his brain was mush. He took a moment to recover before fumbling for his phone to see if anyone had sent him messages.

"Hm? Kim Yoon-ah invited me to her house to hang out?"

Wang Daqiang thought he was seeing things.

He shook his head and looked again carefully.

No mistake, she was inviting him over.

And she was inviting him for lunch!

"Holy crap... what is going on here?! This is progressing way faster than I thought!"

"Could it be like what they say online? That beautiful women are actually easy to pursue, because everyone assumes they have boyfriends, but they actually don't? And ugly women are the ones who make a fuss, the hardest to pursue?"

Wang Daqiang was truly blinded by beauty.

He checked the time, got out of bed, and got dressed to wash up.

Partway through, he remembered how he had come to live in Alice Apartment.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, watching himself brush his teeth, he suddenly paused.

"Huh, could a beautiful woman striking up a conversation with me have something to do with that?"

"Never mind. What could it have to do with it? And even if it did, so what? It can't be a honey trap."

Wang Daqiang happily finished brushing his teeth and washing his face.

Sitting back down on his bed, he picked up his phone and found that his sister-in-law had sent him messages.

His sister-in-law had first sent a photo.

The photo was of a pair of fair, slender legs.

They were probably his sister-in-law's own legs. After all, judging by the angle, it looked like she'd taken a picture of her own legs.

Only after that did a text message follow: "Miss your sister-in-law?"

In the past, whenever he saw a message from his sister-in-law, he would reply immediately.

And his mind would always be consumed with those dirty thoughts below the belt.

But ever since Kim Yoon-ah appeared, he felt like his sister-in-law didn't seem so appealing anymore.

So much so that he pretended not to see his sister-in-law's messages.

At this moment, he walked out his door.

He headed to Building No. 1, to Kim Yoon-ah's home.

Soon, he arrived at the apartment number Kim Yoon-ah had sent him.

He rang the doorbell.

After the doorbell rang a few times, the door opened.

The instant the door opened, he was greeted by a delicate, beautiful face.

It was Kim Yoon-ah.

The moment she saw Wang Daqiang, a flower-like smile bloomed on her face. Smiling, she welcomed him inside.

After Wang Daqiang entered Kim Yoon-ah's home, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He sighed inwardly: "As expected of a girl's home. Even the air carries a kind of fragrance!"