Of course, I didn't die, otherwise, you wouldn't be reading this story.

Not sure how long had passed when I woke up, still in my shabby rental room.

Then I heard heavy breathing and someone groaning.

I tried moving and found I could, so I stood up and looked at the two men lying in a pool of blood.

Yes, two men, they looked almost identical.

Dark-skinned, skinny, scar on the left cheek.

Now both are covered in blood, one leaning against the wall, the other lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Skewed game, skewed game," the one leaning against the wall said.

Skewed game, my ass.

But this also told me this person was Wang Bo, the real Wang Bo.

I nodded, took the bloody knife from his hand, and walked towards Liu Shaobing lying on the ground.

I wanted to avenge Linlin.

Then I raised the knife.

The police arrived at my dilapidated rental house half an hour later, along with an ambulance.

Despite the scary scene, as long as treatment was timely, there would be no major issues; Liu Shaobing and Wang Bo's injuries were not severe.

They both survived.

Liu Shaobing was, of course, sentenced to death, Wang Bo was acquitted, and I got a reward of 1 million yuan.

I split the money with Wang Bo.

But I still couldn't make a name for myself; the police clearly told me I could no longer write about these things and had to delete all my previous articles.

I didn't mind.

The only purpose I had in writing those articles was not to make money but to attract Liu Shaobing to me.

Now, the goal had been achieved.

Initially, the story should have ended here.

But aren't there still a few unresolved questions?

Let me explain them one by one; after all, this is my last self-media article.

I won't write about crime details; the police won't make me delete this article, right?

1. What exactly do I do?

I've said it several times; I'm a self-media person.

But two years ago, before Linlin was killed, I was a forensic doctor.

So, I had the chance to know details about Liu Shaobing that most people didn't, from the police.

Because of this, I could see things others couldn't, like how Wang Bo and Liu Shaobing really looked alike.

I wrote those half-true, half-false articles to lure Liu Shaobing to find me.

I had read a bit about criminal psychology and knew that someone with an antisocial personality like Liu Shaobing, as long as he saw the articles, would definitely think he could derive great pleasure from me.

Twisted human nature, huh, he could twist me into a pretzel.

And he would definitely see those articles.

Someone like him would definitely search online for everything about himself.

That's also part of human nature.

So he would certainly come.

Through former colleagues, I knew the police concluded that Liu Shaobing was most likely hiding in this city.

So, I left my hometown, moved here, and found a house in the city's center that looked like it was in the wilderness.

This kind of place was very suitable for a murder.

But that wasn't enough; I needed Liu Shaobing to find me more easily.

So, I started live streaming.

Even though there's no water or electricity here, I did really live here.

I didn't wait in vain; Liu Shaobing eventually came.

2. Why did Liu Shaobing torment Wang Bo like that?

Very simple, because he also realized Wang Bo looked a lot like him.

And this material was just right to start a human nature game.

We don't know what Liu Shaobing's initial plan was.

But when he locked Wang Bo in the small house, he found out Wang Bo had amnesia, so he must have adjusted his game plan.

It should have been a new type of human nature game, and this, Liu Shaobing couldn't refuse.

I figured, including the time he came to find me, was part of this complex game.

So, he also restored his figure, shaved off his beard.

Even at the risk of being discovered by the police, he wanted to make this game exciting.

Even if Wang Bo couldn't find him, he would find a way to find Wang Bo.

In a city with millions of people, finding an ordinary person isn't easy.

But finding someone with no identity is actually quite simple.

Such people can only hide in certain specific areas.

But two things happened outside his expectations.

Wang Bo managed to find him.

Moreover, Wang Bo had contact with me.

3. Despite the police using all their resources, they couldn't find Liu Shaobing, but Wang Bo could easily find him. Why?

Because Wang Bo was a software expert.

His phone was filled with all kinds of.

Now, this phone was taken by Liu Shaobing.

No matter how smart Liu Shaobing was, he didn't know everything.

For example, he wouldn't have thought that through some technical means, Wang Bo could remotely activate a software on his phone.

Just one of the unknown apps I had seen before.

From Israel, the now-famous Pegasus spyware.

As long as Liu Shaobing's phone was on for more than ten minutes, Wang Bo could locate him.

And a few days ago, Wang Bo managed to get a new phone.

There was only one problem, Liu Shaobing was very cautious; he rarely used Wang Bo's phone, only occasionally turning it on.

Even when he did, it was only for a short time.

Because of this, over the past few days, Wang Bo found Liu Shaobing only once.

On that day, Liu Shaobing had just finished eating at a restaurant when Wang Bo suddenly walked in and sat down opposite him.

No matter what they had initially planned to do, in the end, they did nothing.

Because five police officers entered at that moment and sat at a nearby table for lunch.

Both of them didn't want to alert the police, so they just put on their masks and chatted for a while.

That's what you call a true social bull.

Wang Bo wanted to know who he really was?

Contrary to what Liu Shaobing had just told me, Wang Bo had severe amnesia.

He didn’t know who he was and didn't remember meeting me on the train.

All his memories started from waking up in that shabby room.

The earlier parts of Liu Shaobing’s story were true.

Wang Bo bragged to him, then fainted, and was kidnapped.

But everything that happened after Wang Bo escaped was made up by Liu Shaobing.

However, Liu Shaobing really did put a wanted notice of himself in Wang Bo's pocket.

He didn’t anticipate that Wang Bo would still remember his skills with software as he did eating and walking.

In short, Wang Bo genuinely didn't know if he was the wanted criminal Liu Shaobing.

So he didn’t want to call the police.

Liu Shaobing only knew Wang Bo had amnesia.

But he wasn't entirely clear about what Wang Bo remembered.

He was chatting to find out how Wang Bo had found him; this skill was too useful.

He even cheerfully asked Wang Bo about me.

And this, in turn, triggered Wang Bo's memory of meeting me on the train.

It turned out that in this city, he knew someone—me.

So after this meeting, Wang Bo found my self-media account and contacted me through private messages.

He told me his story of being kidnapped and having amnesia.

He also said he had just remembered meeting me on the train.

Between him and the driver who kidnapped him, one of them had to be Liu Shaobing.

Wang Bo also told me that the driver might come to find me at some point.

If he did, I should figure out a way to get him to turn on his phone for more than ten minutes.

I didn't believe the private message.

According to this story, the person sending the message could easily have been Liu Shaobing or a bored bystander from the train.

I asked him to give me proof, a detail only Wang Bo would know.

Just before I got back to my rental room and was about to open the door, didn’t I receive a message?

It was Wang Bo, after thinking for days, remembering one detail to prove himself.

Just two words: Skewed game.

Yes, it’s what I muttered in my sleep after falling asleep on the train.

But it wasn’t about a skewed Mahjong game.

It was a nickname I gave Linlin since middle school.

In this world, only I would call her Skewed Game.

Because she was too perfect, like a skewed winning hand.

I never knew that I would call her name while sleeping.

This message made me sure that the one sending the private message was Wang Bo.

Because no one would mention an unrelated detail like that while bragging.

So, as Wang Bo had instructed, I turned on the phone and tossed it outside the house.

Outside, the signal should be better.

But I didn’t want Wang Bo to come right away.

Because I really wanted to kill Liu Shaobing with my own hands before anyone else came.

But I didn’t succeed.

And when Liu Shaobing was about to kill me, Wang Bo, searching for the driver, found the location and saved my life.

Apparently, they ended up injuring each other.

Now, the story should finally end.

I won’t be doing self-media anymore; it’s clear I can’t succeed without material.

But I can’t go back to being a forensic doctor either; not only has my fate changed, but my personality has also changed.

Wang Bo changed even more.

He used to be an optimistic, friendly, outgoing fat guy but now, in just two months, he turned into a person with a fierce look in his eyes.

He recovered his identity and memory but could never return to his old life.

He went back to his original city, resigned after half a year, divorced, and his child lived with his mother.

He also completely cut off contact with me.

No news since then.

Until two years later, I accidentally saw a news report about a murder case, where the suspect was called Wang, and there was a photo with the eyes pixelated.

Dark-skinned, skinny, with what seemed like a scar on the face.

But I didn’t look closely.

Because I was severely depressed, considering suicide.

I no longer cared about these matters; I rarely even thought of Linlin anymore.

When I did think of her, it wasn’t nostalgic, sweet, or sorrowful.

But rather annoying.

Purely annoying.

Another piece of news was that Liu Shaobing's appeal was rejected, and he would be executed next month.

I didn’t look closely either.

But I thought, at least this night, the three of us were still alive, struggling in the dark.

And if Liu Shaobing knew about our situations, would he think this was the best twisted human nature game he had ever played?