"Clearly, there are some things that Shuichi would never do, like abandoning Fukui's body," Feng Bujue said. "But you, Mr. Hirata, your existence explains everything. The moment you appeared, this case became incredibly simple for me."

"You couldn't turn yourself in, because a confession would affect your sentencing. You simply took Sato Haruko back home and scared her as much as you could, scaring her to the point where she didn't dare call the police. In her mind, her husband had suddenly changed his personality and committed murder, and she felt responsible for Fukui's death, so it wasn't hard to intimidate her. The gun was out of bullets anyway, so you hid it somewhere it could be found during a police search."

"The next day, you went to Shuichi's company as if nothing had happened. You were stronger than him. He didn't know you existed, but you had all his memories. You deliberately went to his company, waiting for the police to investigate. As soon as they looked into things, you would naturally be taken in for questioning. But since the body wasn't discovered until noon on the 27th, you didn't get your chance before quitting time."

"On the way home, perhaps on a whim, you returned control of the body to Shuichi, because you wanted to see a show, to see the reactions of him and Haruko when he got home. At that point, Shuichi's mental state was on the verge of collapse, he was extremely disoriented, and couldn't even remember the way home. That's when his third memory began."

"Then, when he returned to the tenement and opened the door to find his wife had hanged herself, he completely broke down and started screaming. The old woman next door heard the noise and came to knock on the door. You regained control of the body to deal with her, deliberately letting her see something strange before sending her away, waiting for her to call the police. In the end… you just didn't want to actively call the police, which would have created a confession situation."

"Finally, as you wished, the police arrived at the tenement and arrested you, finding Yamada's gun, which explained why you were calmly drinking tea at the time."

"After your arrest, your revenge plan was a success, and you returned to the world of consciousness, until today."

"Heh heh… hahaha…" Hirata widened his eyes, revealing a bizarre smile, and leaned closer to the mirror, saying, "That fool deserved it."

"No, on a practical level, Shuichi's choice wasn't right or wrong, it was just a case of good intentions being unrewarded," Feng Bujue said. "But if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

"So, what do you want? Mr. F?" Hirata asked with a sneer. "Do you think you can change the past?"

"No, but I can give you, and him, a release," Feng Bujue replied.

"Release? Hmph… laughable, he's the one suffering, I don't need any…"

"I have three layers of consciousness here, and Shuichi has spent most of these years in the deepest, most terrifying layer," Feng Bujue interrupted. "I don't know how many layers you have over there, but judging by your mental state, I'd say you only have one. Hmm… for fifteen… no, twenty-one years, you've been constantly experiencing something similar to Shuichi's deepest, most terrifying memories, am I right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hirata's eyes flickered, his tone clearly lying.

"My consciousness wasn't created by this body. I can move around in these layers of thought prisons very easily. The more I know, the higher I can go. Right now, I can completely take over Hirata's body in reality. Similarly, I can go over to your side and throw you into… hmm… wherever," Feng Bujue said grimly.

"That's impossible!" Hirata shouted, "You…"

Before he could finish speaking, the mirror shattered…

Feng Bujue stood up. His handcuffs and shackles had all disappeared, and his clothing had returned to his purple suit jacket. He reached into his pocket and found the keys were indeed there, three keys, and only one had not been used.

He went to the door of the ward, aimed at the lock, and opened this last door, symbolizing the imprisonment of thought.

Outside the door, white light poured into the room, swallowing Feng Bujue. The next second, he experienced another scene transition, but this time, under the control of his own consciousness, he entered that unknown… Hirata's world.

"Hirata-kun… is it true?"

Before him appeared a beautiful woman, looking to be in her twenties, wearing a down jacket, standing across from him.

Feng Bujue, dressed in his clown suit, stood before her, looking rather strange, but in the eyes of this NPC, she probably saw Hirata Shuichi.

The two were standing on a pedestrian overpass, a place rumored to be a hotbed for dangerous behaviors like confessions, breakups, suicides, and busking. The street scene below showed it to be a major city street, and although it was late at night, the towering buildings of the metropolis were still awash in neon lights and decadent splendor.

"Uh… which thing are you talking about?" Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

"Hirata-kun, you said… that after graduation you would go back to your hometown, to… to marry Miss Sato." As the girl asked this question, tears were already shimmering in her eyes.

"Miss Sato… so this woman is Mika-ko. Shuichi chose Haruko, but Hirata…" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Hirata has been reliving the scene of breaking up with Mika-ko every day for all these years… That was Shuichi's choice, but it's also his memory. Watching the person he loves cry and leave countless times, unable to change anything… missed opportunities appearing before his eyes again and again, that must be one of the most painful tortures."

He tried it, and his body was free to move. He could even take out a pipe wrench or a gun, but doing that seemed inappropriate in the current situation. It seemed that, just like the black-and-white world, the deeper the spiritual world, the greater the freedom, while in those layers closer to reason, the body was subjected to all sorts of restraints.

"Heh…" Feng Bujue smiled, flirtatiously tossing his head, and walked forward, strutting confidently until he was close to the woman, then he suddenly pulled Mika-ko into his arms. Of course, he was still relatively decent and didn't try to kiss her.

"I'll never leave in this lifetime. I love you." He delivered the lines with a confident tone, saying the words he'd never said in real life, indulging himself in the game. Because he was saying them for Hirata-kun, he was able to say them.

Actually, Feng Bujue had once been asked by a girlfriend to say those three words, and he had replied, "'I love you' is something a man only says once in his life, and I'll say it when you're about to die."

From then on, no normal woman with any sense had ever dated him again, truly a stroke of good fortune for the world.

[Current mission completed, all main missions completed]

The system prompt sounded at the appropriate time. Feng Bujue opened the game menu and saw that the three previously uncompleted main missions [Stay in the house until dawn], [Explore the Western-style mansion], and [Work until quitting time] had not been checked off on the right side, but had been crossed out with several horizontal lines.

A new mission had just appeared at that moment. The empty spot seemed to indicate that this mission had been there from the start, but he just couldn't see it: [Correct Hirata's Mental World]

The moment the voice prompt sounded, this mission appeared, and a checkmark was immediately placed to its right.

Logically speaking, Feng Bujue should have heard the teleportation prompt next, but strangely, he didn't. Instead, he returned to the first-person observation state like when watching a CG.

"Oh? Does this script have a post-game ending CG?" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Heh… not bad, more interesting than those unavoidable ones."

[Automatic teleportation will occur after watching the ending] The system provided this reminder.

The scene before him gradually changed… It was a cloudy afternoon on a street that looked somewhat familiar. Everything around was naturally in color, indicating that this should be in the real world of this script.

Feng Bujue quickly recognized it as a section of the road he had walked after first entering the script.

The camera turned, and two figures walked from a distance. It was a man and a woman. The man looked refined and wore a well-fitting suit. The woman was beautiful and elegant, with a refined and detached demeanor, wearing a dark coat.

Feng Bujue also recognized them. They were Hirata Shuichi and Mika-ko, who looked to be only in their twenties.

He gradually heard their conversation.

"We're almost there, right? Hirata-kun."

"Yeah… just a bit further, we're almost there."

"The transportation in your hometown is really inconvenient."

"Yeah, haha… it's a very old-fashioned place." Hirata scratched his head. "It's difficult for Mika-ko to come this far with me on the train, and then to walk."

"Hmm~" Mika-ko shook her head. "No, being with Hirata-kun makes walking very nice…" As she said this, she bashfully lowered her head.

Feng Bujue grumbled unhappily, "Hey… what's this, the plot after the world line has been changed by me? This great one played for a good ending, and the result is to watch this lovey-dovey stuff? Hirata, go die!"

"Oh, right, you know, not far ahead, there's an old tenement. I remember hearing the old folks say when I was little that it's haunted." Hirata said.

"Hey! Why are you suddenly bringing that up! Self-imposed flag!" Feng Bujue instantly had an ominous premonition.

"There's no such thing as ghosts in this world. People just imagine them," Mika-ko said.

Hirata laughed, "Haha, you're right…"

Just then, the camera pulled back to a distant, low-angle panoramic view. In the gloomy sky, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed. In that flash of white light, Feng Bujue clearly saw that, not far behind Hirata and Mika-ko on a lamppost, crouched a strange figure wearing a white kimono…