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Chapter 241 The Butterfly Flying Out of the Dream

After Xu Qin left, Han Fei began to check the house.

This room used to belong to Sub-Personality No. 8, and there may be some useful clues left in the room.

"The layout of all the rooms in the whole building is similar. It is very similar to the rooms in the courtyard of the meat factory. Even the shrines placed in the house are exactly the same."

Stopping in the corner of the living room, Han Fei noticed the shrine when he first entered the room, but his injury was not healed at that time, so he didn't move around.

"Whether it is reality or the animal alley in the deep world, there are a large number of shrines in the buildings where the writer lives, but he clearly mentioned in "The Butcher's House" that he clearly does not believe in gods."

Slowly taking off the black cloth on the shrine, Han Fei was about to open the small wooden door on the shrine when he suddenly stopped crying.

"Do you sense danger?"

Crying as if facing a powerful enemy, like a frightened wild cat.

Looking at the blood stains oozing out from the gaps in the shrine, Han Fei did not open the small door in the end: "The blood stains on the shrine have dried up, and the small door leading to the gods has not been opened for a long time. I still don't want to take the risk, wait.

When Xu Qin comes back, it would be better to ask for her opinion."

The whole room was cleaned very clean, and everything was neatly placed. The owner even felt a little obsessive-compulsive, even the distance between the decorations was the same.

The living room, kitchen, and bathroom all feel good, but after entering the bedroom, the situation completely changes.

Bloody gauze and clothes were thrown everywhere on the floor, the bed was torn by knives, and dried and solidified blood could be seen everywhere.

The overhead lamp was smashed, the wardrobe fell over, the desk was sawed open, and all places in the bedroom that could hide people were destroyed.

The windows were blocked with cement, and the white walls were covered with characters dug out with knives and nails. They were crooked and spread all over the room. The dazzling blood-red characters seemed to contain the pain of the owner of the house. Just take a look at them.

, I just feel uncomfortable all over.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, a picture seemed to appear in front of Han Fei's eyes.

At midnight, a woman woke up from a nightmare and fell into madness. Her temperament changed out of control and she wreaked havoc around her.

Destruction without purpose is to vent the fear in the heart, and at the same time to enhance one's sense of security.

"The female chef with deputy personality No. 8, whose complexity is second only to that of the writer, why does a person with severe mysophobia turn into a murderous butcher?"

In order to clarify this problem, Han Fei entered the bedroom and carefully identified the crazy words on the wall.

There is a saying among psychiatrists that you can walk into the mind of a madman, but never try to think the way he thinks, let alone understand him.

What Han Fei is doing now is a very dangerous thing. He has not received systematic training. He just wants to restore the fear experienced by Sub-Personality No. 8 through continuous understanding and find out the reasons for its changes.

Looking at the words on the wall, touching the knife marks and digging marks with his fingers, it seemed that when the other person was in a state of insanity, he could not feel the pain at all, and there was still flesh and blood in the words.

Wrapped in a room full of words like this, Han Fei slowly became immersed in the experience of Sub-Personality No. 8.

"I forgot the first time I dreamed of that thing. At first it seemed to be hiding in the crowd, passing me by inadvertently, but then I don't know why, but it seemed to cling to me."

"That thing seems to keep appearing in my dreams. No matter what kind of dreams I have, it will always be there."

"Most of the time, it will become a strange passerby and will not have any contact with me. It will only look at me from a distance."

"But starting from a certain time, everything became different. That thing was approaching me."

"I can feel it getting closer and closer to me. Sometimes even though it doesn't appear, I can still feel its gaze, and I know it is by my side."

"I don't understand why I have such strange dreams? Why do I have to suffer like this? Reality is tiring enough. I can only have a good rest in my dreams, but now even the dream is not safe."

"On the seventh day after dreaming about that thing, something really bad happened."

"At that time, I dreamed that my pet cat jumped on the window sill. It seemed to be afraid of staying in my room. I wanted to hug it, but when it saw me coming, it jumped out of the window."

"I quickly ran to the window. When I looked down, I was pushed by a huge force behind me."

"Someone was in my home and pushed me down the stairs!"

"When the body fell, I saw it standing at the window of my house."

"I don't know it, but it wants to kill me. I really can't think of a reason."

"The death that night was just the beginning. In the following dreams, I was killed by that thing again and again. It had various methods to kill me constantly and wake me up from my dreams!"

"I didn't dare to sleep all night. I was facing a mental breakdown. I didn't know what to do. As soon as I closed my eyes, that thing would appear in my dream!"

"I can't remember how many times I was killed. Gradually, I began to have hallucinations. I couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming, but the pain is real. Sometimes I think I'm in reality, but it's not until I'm killed by it that I realize it was just a dream."

"My spirit was on the verge of collapse, and the boundary between reality and dreams became blurred. When I couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams, that thing seemed to be brought into reality from the dream. It crossed the line with the help of my consciousness.

Dreams and reality got into my mind."

"Yes, I can clearly feel its existence, whether in a dream or in reality. The butterfly-shaped mark is the best proof."

After reading the crazy handwriting on the wall, Han Fei's back was wet unconsciously, and his eyes were fixed on the words "Butterfly Mark".

"Does the one mentioned by Sub-Personality No. 8 refer to the butterfly?"

"Butterflies were not things in reality at first, but ran out of nightmares?"

Han Fei still doesn't know what the butterfly is. Among all the people who have interacted with butterflies, only spiders have seen real butterflies.

"All eight sub-personalities died. Spider paid such a heavy price. What weakness did he master of Spider?"

There are far more clues hidden in the Butcher's House than Han Fei imagined. It seems that the mystery of the butterfly can be revealed here.


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