11. The Murderer

After the system's voice faded away, Li Nuo intended to speak, but he found himself unable to move or make a sound.

Then, two doors opened on each side.

"Players, please disembark."

"Please choose any door to exit."

"During this time, do not attempt to communicate."

"After the mission starts, players must not reveal their true status to each other."

...

"Blue Eagle Nation, New Nottingham City, a prosperous metropolis known for its film industry and drug trade, has recently been under intense scrutiny due to a murder case."

"Starting a month ago, a series of consecutive murders occurred in the city. Because the crime scenes bear the exclusive symbol of a certain cult, it is relatively easy to narrow down the range of suspects."

"But then came the complicated problems."

The audio report ended there.

Li Nuo found himself inside a cluttered bedroom.

He looked back—the door was open.

"I entered this room right after getting off the train."

"Hmm..."

He tried to summon the panel, but there was no response.

He inspected the room.

The current time, when converted across time zones, was four hours earlier than when he was on the subway.

Although the books and documents were written in a foreign language, he could understand them—likely due to the mission’s built-in translation function.

Looking at himself in the coat mirror, he saw a middle-aged white man, slightly balding.

His physical condition seemed weak.

Inside the desk was a transparent bag containing white powder.

An addict?

Just as he was pondering, there was a knock on the door—three sharp raps.

Almost instantly, the muscles Li Nuo had just relaxed tightened again. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a handy fruit knife.

Carefully opening the door, he saw through the crack a policeman in uniform standing outside.

Li Nuo began to consider whether to kill this white policeman, but the officer spoke first: "Mr. Haugell, I’m here to discuss inviting you as a consultant on the case. Here’s my identification."

Li Nuo took the ID, examined it carefully to confirm the identity, and then slightly widened the door crack.

"Go ahead."

"Are you really going to talk like this?" the policeman asked, puzzled.

"Yes, sir," Li Nuo replied, adopting a formal tone.

Unexpectedly, the policeman’s expression shifted drastically—becoming extremely serious with a hint of threat.

"You don’t want me breaking your legs and dragging you back, do you?"

Li Nuo tossed aside the fruit knife, opened the door fully, and forced a smile. Perhaps because Mr. Haugell usually never smiled, his face stiffened oddly, as if wearing a strange expression while facing the detective outside.

The policeman ignored this, suddenly breaking into a warm smile: "Get in the car for a detailed talk, Mr. Haugell. Remember to hide that white powder of yours."

On the way, Li Nuo learned about Mr. Haugell’s background.

He was a detective and also an addict who eventually turned to drug dealing to support his habit.

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