At that moment, Cain's watch lit up, and the mechanical voice of the system echoed.
"The reincarnation process is starting. Entering reincarnation."
"Beep, an abnormality has been detected in the reincarnation identity. Debugging in progress."
"Ding, debugging successful. The identity of the reincarnationist has been confirmed. Special Reincarnationist detected."
[Special Reincarnationist]: You are a reincarnationist awakened within the plot world. You cannot remain in the Land of Death for an extended period, with each stay limited to a maximum of three days. As compensation, you gain access to exclusive shops and identity transfers. You are required to participate in the reincarnation world periodically, with the timing based on the difficulty of the plot. Each time, you will be assigned the role of a plot character. To complete the cycle, you must accomplish the given tasks.
Cain's eyes lit up as he took in this information. The feeling was unique and thrilling, something truly special. A rush of excitement filled him as a bright white light flashed, transporting him to another world.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself still inside a police station. His identity remained unchanged—he was still a police officer, just as he had been in Raccoon City.
"Ding, new mission received: Investigate the murder case and survive until the other reincarnationists complete their tasks. You are an agent. Be cautious not to let other reincarnationists uncover your true identity."
Cain furrowed his brows in thought. His designation as a native of this space made things more complex. It seemed he truly could not stay in the so-called Land of Death for too long.
That had to be the legendary Main God Space, right? Infinite novel settings often described a place like this, where people completed missions in cycles and earned points for purchases. It had everything: weapons, skills, techniques, even beautiful women. Just the thought of it stirred excitement within him.
"It looks like indigenous reincarnationists haven't appeared yet. This gives me an advantage."
Cain knew he was a traveler from another world, yet he had somehow been mistaken for a native.
This was interesting. It had its drawbacks, but there were undeniable benefits. Looking at the situation objectively, he still had considerable advantages.
A white light flashed, and the mission officially began.
A Black police officer approached with a folder in hand.
"Man, it's the same thing again. They always leave the toughest cases for us. This is messed up. Cain, what do you think?"
"Let me take a look first."
Cain smiled, already processing the information in his mind. He opened the folder and scanned the murder case details. The crime scene photos looked strangely familiar.
This was clearly from the well-known movie Saw.
"The person I need to investigate... is Jigsaw?"
Cain's expression shifted slightly. The world he had entered was Saw?
His objective was to investigate the case and survive until the other reincarnationists completed their missions. That meant whether they succeeded or failed was irrelevant to him. He only needed to wait for time to pass.
Now that he had clarity, Cain knew what to do. "No rush. We'll figure out the truth eventually. I'm going to check the archives to see if there's any connection to past cases." With that, he stood up and left.
Cain quickly located information on Jigsaw in the police archives. Since he knew the suspect's name, searching was effortless.
He wasn't certain which Saw movie this was, but based on the plot, it was likely the first one.
With that in mind, Cain drove to a specific house. Someone important lived there.
The doorbell rang. A blonde woman answered. Though she appeared to be in her twenties, she was actually close to forty.
"Hello, officer. How can I help you?" Bessie asked, slightly puzzled.
"Good evening. I'm investigating a murder case. Do you mind answering a few questions? I promise it won't take too much of your time," Cain said with a friendly smile.
"Of course, come in." Bessie gestured for him to enter. She was a little confused but not particularly nervous. Since she had nothing to hide, there was no reason to worry.
Bessie was a stunning woman with a curvaceous figure, showing no signs of aging.
Her presence exuded confidence, and Cain couldn't help but admire her. In his past life, he had never even held a woman's hand, let alone experienced anything more. He had once dreamed of such encounters, but they had remained fantasies.
Now, with the opportunity right in front of him, excitement surged within him.
Though he was no longer a virgin, the world of desire had only just opened up to him. Being young and full of energy, his thoughts naturally wandered toward certain possibilities.
"Ms. Bessie, what are your thoughts on life?"
Cain pulled out his notebook and began jotting things down. He felt no fear, confident in his physical strength and abilities.
As long as he followed the storyline, everything should proceed smoothly. He needed to determine where in the plot he had arrived, and investigation was the best way to do that.
"I believe life is full of color, and being alive is a blessing," Bessie responded, nodding. She handed him a cup of coffee, her lips curving into a gentle smile.
"That's a great perspective. By the way, you are incredibly beautiful. Do you have a boyfriend?" Cain asked with a lighthearted chuckle.
"Haha, you really know how to flatter a woman. No, I don't have a boyfriend right now. Are you trying to pursue me?"
Bessie joked, showing the boldness typical of Western women. As a mature woman, she had nothing to be shy about.
"You are so charming that anyone would be drawn to you, myself included. By the way, I heard your ex-husband John was a renowned architect. Do you happen to have his contact information?"
Cain smiled, lifting his coffee cup for a sip. The rich aroma filled his senses.
"Haha, you're quite the talker. You'd make a great stylist. Of course, I have his number. What do you need it for?"
Bessie's smile brightened. She didn't know why, but chatting with Cain felt pleasant. There was something about him that made her want to keep the conversation going.
"I'm thinking of buying an apartment and wanted to ask for renovation advice. You know how it is with my salary—I need the most cost-effective option. Can I give him a call?"
Cain maintained a casual tone, though he was fully aware that this "ex-husband" was none other than Jigsaw himself.
Jigsaw wasn't a typical killer. He never killed directly, only orchestrated deadly games. If a person could pass his trials, they would survive, though not without a price.