The sharp knife pierced the skin, and the clothes of the villain in the painting were stained red with blood.
Han Fei looked at the painting waving in A Meng's hand, and his expression suddenly turned bad.
Reaching out to grab A Meng's shoulders, Han Fei lifted the child up and stared at the other's tender cheeks.
"You called Xu Qin away, why are you the only one back now?"
The most dangerous devils often dress themselves up like angels. In the deep world, you must not trust a person easily, even if he seems to be just a helpless child.
"draw……"
Ameng waved the drawing paper in his hand vigorously. The more afraid he was to speak, the more he stuttered. He couldn't utter a complete word for a long time.
"Why did Xu Qin insert the knife into herself? Where is she now?" Han Fei knew that communicating with A Meng was troublesome. He put A Meng down, opened A Meng's schoolbag, and put the paper and pen directly.
In front of the other party: "Draw out what you want to say."
As if knowing that time was running out, Ah Meng, who was still in shock, took a pen and sketched on the paper.
Two little people wearing masks were sitting next to the dining table, and on the chopping board of the dining table was a chopped up person.
The masked villain pointed at the people on the chopping board, chatting and laughing. There were several other villains standing far away from the dining table, including a long-haired woman wearing a chef's hat.
It's a very rough pastel painting, but it looks indescribably weird and scary.
Han Fei glanced at A Meng with his peripheral vision, wondering in his heart: "What has this child seen?"
Li Li, who was standing next to Han Fei, also saw this painting. His slender body was bent at ninety degrees, and his head was almost pressed on Han Fei's shoulder: "It feels like a person has been dealt with in the building? Beside the dining table
There are nine chairs in total, but including the chef, there are only eight people in the painting. The person with the smallest number should be the person on the chopping board. Has anyone disappeared in this building recently? "
"Writer? The missing writer was eaten?" Han Fei held the painting in his hand and then looked at A Meng: "What does this have to do with Xu Qin?"
A Meng took a pen, circled the red-coated chef, and drew an arrow on the paper, pointing the chef to the dining table.
"The next one they want to eat is Xu Qin?" Looking at a painting, Han Fei knew that Xu Qin was a curse aggregate, and her body was the curse on the table knife. If she pierced all the table knives into her body, she would completely
Fusion with the curse to reach the strongest state.
Being able to push Xu Qin to that point means that the people in the building have already started to attack her.
Taking out the death butcher knife from the inventory, Han Fei squatted in front of A Meng: "Among the two people wearing masks next to the dining table, are you?"
A Meng shook his head desperately, pointed at his face, and stammered: "I, I don't have a mask, my mask was taken away."
Perhaps in order to increase his persuasiveness, Ameng picked up the pen and drew a doctor's coat on one of the masked figures. He timidly pointed at the figure and kept repeating the word "doctor" in his mouth.
"One of the murderers who killed the writer was a doctor? This is different from reality. Is there some kind of change in the deep world?"
Without wasting any more time, Han Fei signaled A Meng to take him to find Xu Qin immediately.
He didn't completely trust A Meng, but now he had no better choice.
The sub-personalities of the spiders in the Butcher's House seem to be born with the ability to easily find the right path no matter how the passages and scenes in the building change. It feels as if they are one with the building itself.
There were a lot less bloodstains in the building, as if it had been cleaned. Han Fei found that this place looked more and more like the family home of the meat factory in reality. The dream seemed to be getting closer to reality little by little, and the tragedies that happened in the past seemed to be coming again.
One more time.
After passing through rooms and doors, A Meng finally led Han Fei to the fourth floor of this huge building. They stopped in front of an ordinary-looking door.
"Is Xu Qin in the room?" Han Fei asked A Meng to open the door. When the door panel opened, a strong smell of disinfectant poured out from the room.
At first glance, there are medicine bottles placed everywhere in the house. The furnishings in this house are exactly the same as those in the spider's house in real life!
"here it is?"
Han Fei looked at A Meng. The child took a few breaths and pointed to the house: "Doctor, the doctor's home, the chef has been here before."
"The doctor's home?!" After hearing the child's answer, Han Fei's eyes widened. This room, which was exactly the same as the writer's room in reality, turned out to be the doctor's home!
This at least illustrates one thing. In the last stage of the spider's life, the doctor, the secondary personality, occupied the position of the main personality!
Only in this way can we explain why the spider's home in reality is the same as the doctor's home in the deep world.
"Could it be that the doctor is a personality bewitched by butterflies? It almost succeeded in the end!"
Entering the house, Han Fei seemed to have returned to reality. This feeling was indescribably wonderful.
Looking at those medicine bottles and diagnostic reports, most of them are the same as in reality.
"The doctor personality is responsible for self-healing. The existence of the doctor personality itself implies that the spider is a patient and an abnormal person. Butterfly starts with the doctor personality, which is indeed the most likely to defeat the spider."
The layout of the house was no different from reality. Han Fei even remembered the placement of every item.
After checking the living room and kitchen, Han Fei entered the bedroom.
When he looked at the bookshelf, he finally found something different from reality.
Where the two books "Animal Lane" and "The Butcher's House" should have been placed, there were two thick case reports.
Han Fei picked up a book and started reading it. The content and pictures on it made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Recently, the number of sick people in the alleys has begun to increase. The symptoms of patients are the same, including cough, fever, wheezing, rash on the skin surface, and itching of the body for no reason."
"After preliminary consultation, all patients purchased and consumed cooked food from the meat factory on the evening of the 4th."
"Excluding the possibility of food poisoning, patients with mild symptoms worsened a week later. Their bodies were extremely itchy, and many patients scratched their bodies and committed self-mutilation."
"In the second week, most of the patients had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, thinking that something was stuck in their bodies, and wanted to undergo surgery. After inspection, there was no foreign matter in the body. There was no obvious change in the patient's weight, but his body suddenly lost weight, as if his flesh and blood had been removed.
Something sucks.”
"In the third week, the skin of some patients began to crack, and a large number of obvious blood marks appeared on the body. A small number of patients showed symptoms of skin ablation."
"In the fourth week, a large number of patients died in the alley. The specific diagnosed cases are as follows."
Looking at the reports one after another, Han Fei's heart twitched. They were living lives.
After closing the first case report, Han Fei opened the second one to check.
The report in the second book is very detailed and records the doctor's daily changes in his body.
"There were no obvious changes in my body on February 4th..."
"On February 5th, my skin developed itching."
"On February 7th, I had my first auditory hallucination."
"On February 15th, my body became noticeably thinner, my skin cracked, itching and pain coexisted, and the feeling of wanting to tear my body apart became more intense."
"On February 21, it was obvious that something was trying to get out of my stomach. The skin began to dissolve, and my internal organs could be vaguely seen."
"On February 25th, all drugs failed to take effect, hallucinations and auditory hallucinations had completely penetrated the brain, and surgery could not prevent physical lesions. Sure enough, I shouldn't eat the writer, but I don't know how he will do it this time
return."
This chapter has been completed!