How To Survive As A Villain

Ren - A Sherlock Holmes

The door to the basement, as expected, remained securely locked. As one might have guessed, the door required an eye verification and a hand scanner to open up.

'It might be difficult for others but not for us. Right, little god. I mean, in front of you, the all-mighty system, what can this technology do if not bow down and admit defeat?'

The said all-mighty system raised its head high and flicked its paw. Sure enough, the door opened without any trouble. 

'This bit of thing is nothing to worry about.' After saying that, the system took the lead in going inside the basement. 

The proud look of the fluffy cub stabbed Ren's heart.

Had the situation permitted, Ren might have laughed out loud.

So cute!
Ah! Too cute!

The system seemed to have sensed its host's dirty thoughts as those blue eyes glared at the golden ones.

Ren hurriedly raised his hands in surrender and followed the cub into the darkness.

Yes, darkness, because his fluffy little system had shut the automatic light sensors along with the security system.

The door swung open soundlessly, much to Ren's relief. He cautiously moved forward.

It might be the first time Ren was grateful for his previous blindness. He couldn't say if it was his confidence as a blind man or if he really was quite at ease even in this complete blackness.

Ren could sense the presence of objects without his vision. Of course, if a corpse hadn't threatened to jump out from some random corner, due to his imagination, Ren's mind would have been more at peace. 

They surveyed the jumble of machinery, desks, and assorted items stacked before them, most of which were unfamiliar to Ren.

Yet, there was not a single thing which could be considered useful.

Ren wasn't disappointed. After all, the killer will not be stupid enough to leave traces at such an obvious place. 

When Ren pondered the feasibility of checking other locations, a sudden beeping voice attracted his attention. 

'Little god, is that notification of a clue?' Ren's excitement met with a cub's deadpan face.

'That's the sound of the mechanical part you are standing on.'

Sure enough, Ren was standing on something that looked like a miniature version of a brain with wires hanging from it. This new world sure has some weird things.

While Ren's finger poked the 'brain' here and there, something fell from it. Howbeit, Ren couldn't see it. It was already hard enough to see this tiny metal body, let alone such a small piece. 

To facilitate Ren's 'molesting'; the system very generously illuminated the surrounding area. 

Ren threw the brain aside and walked forward with the help of the sudden brightness.

One might wonder why he started with the basement. To answer that, Ren can only thank the novels he read before dying.

Every mystery novel with a psychopath killer, without fail, has a basement covered in blood and torture equipment.

If only he could find any such weapon or some blood clot, at least, it would make sure that they were on the right path.

As Ren ventured deeper into the sea of metal corpses, something stirred behind him.

Ren's footsteps paused. The system instantly shuts the light down to not alert the enemy.

The strange sound grew closer, and in the next second, Ren felt an extra weight on him.