When Feng Ziyu went to Lihua Community to check, he had met the other person once. After a brief conversation, Feng Ziyu felt that the other person was not crazy, but was just pretending to be crazy due to some pressure.
He thought that the horror film director should know something. The fact that he had been staying in Lihua Community was very suspicious.
After memorizing all the information, Han Fei destroyed the documents directly. He called Li Xue, reported the itinerary, picked up the stick and walked out of the room.
Lihua Community is also in the old town of Xinhu, but it is built in a very remote place and has been renamed many times. Han Fei also searched for a long time before he found the place based on the navigation.
Looking at the dilapidated gates of the community and the rights protection banners hanging on the walls, Han Fei seemed to have returned to a few decades ago. The place was still the same as before, and technological progress had not brought much change to the lower levels of the city.
"That horror film director made a lot of money after becoming famous, so why is he still living here?" Han Fei turned on his phone and searched for the other person's name. After he entered the word Zhuang Ren, a large number of search results appeared.
Ten years ago, this horror film director was quite popular. Every one of his films was bad, with ridiculously low ratings, but he still managed to make money at the box office.
Many people don't go to watch his movies for horror movies, they watch them entirely with the idea of enjoying comedies.
On the director's social platform, which has not been updated in nearly five or six years, there are still his "believers" who are making jokes, respecting him as a dean in the comedy world, and treating him as a horror film director as the godfather of new concept comedy.
Looking at Zhuang Ren's comment area, Han Fei felt very familiar, and his own social platform message area was somewhat similar.
He is obviously an actor, but he is misunderstood by many netizens as a bounty hunter.
From this aspect, he quite understood Zhuang Ren.
The gate of the community is locked, and there is a water cutoff notice on the wall. The trash can at the door has not been cleaned for a long time and is dirty and messy.
This community used to be a very good community, but as time goes by, it has been forgotten by the city, just like the people who still live here.
Walking through the bumpy road under construction, Han Fei looked at the sign hanging on the roadblock and realized that the road had not been repaired for half a year, and it was estimated that it would not be completed in the second half of the year.
The interior of Lihua Community is not large, with only four buildings in total, and they are not high.
Among them, Building 4 was completely sealed. I heard that Yongsheng Pharmaceutical purchased this building directly a long time ago.
After shaking the welded iron door of Building 4, Han Fei not only sighed that it was great to have money.
The chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical once lived here. Unfortunately, Han Fei couldn't go in to check now. At least during the day, he didn't dare to break into the residential building.
After bypassing Building 4, Han Fei came to Building 1 where Zhuang Ren was located. He walked directly to the fourth floor. He didn't see anyone in the whole process. This neighborhood seemed like a ghost, and it was very scary during the day.
"Is anyone here?"
I knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response from the room. It seemed that no one was living in this room.
Leaning his upper body forward, Han Fei put his ear against the door. He could vaguely hear the sound of the news broadcast.
"Is this Zhuang Ren's house?"
Han Fei knocked at the door for three minutes before footsteps suddenly came from the room.
The security door was opened a crack, and a bloodshot eye appeared in the crack. The owner of the house said nothing, just staring at Han Fei.
"My name is Han Fei, and I want to ask you something."
Hearing that Han Fei had come to inquire about something, the owner of the house immediately prepared to close the door, but Han Fei was already prepared. His fingers reached into the crack of the door in advance and grabbed the door panel.
"I'm not a bad person. If you're worried, I can help you call the police and ask the police to come with you." Han Fei's tone of voice was very gentle, but what he said made people don't know how to answer.
It's obviously just a question of whether to close the door, so why should the police be involved?
With a little force, Han Fei forced the door open. In order to prevent the owner of the house from being too resistant, he politely stood at the door and did not enter the house directly.
"I have read your information on the Internet and know your past. Please calm down and listen to me first." Han Fei stared at the face behind the door and slowly lowered his voice: "I know you are not crazy, because I
I also encountered the same thing as you, my family was imprisoned somewhere, they are not dead, or they are existing in another form."
The blood-red eye moved slightly, and the other party seemed to hear the deep meaning in Han Fei's words.
"I know where they are, but I can't save them. I need to get some information from you." Han Fei spoke for a long time, and finally a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded from behind the door.
"Where do you think they are?"
"Have you ever heard of the Dead Tower?" Han Fei didn't answer his question, but asked another question. What he didn't expect was that after he said the Dead Tower, the door slowly opened.
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An unkempt man with half-white beard and hair appeared at the door. He was actually about sixty years old, but he looked terminally ill and might die at any time.
"Come in, if you say this outside, you will be regarded as a madman." After saying this, the man entered the house without even closing the door.
Han Fei determined the location of the stick and then entered the house.
Avoiding the garbage on the ground, he took a quick look and saw that there were medicine bottles everywhere in the house.
It's morning now, but the curtains on all the windows in the house are drawn, making the living room very dark.
Han Fei closed the door. When he looked up again, the man walked out of the back room with a fruit knife in his hand.
He stared at Han Fei blankly, his bloodshot eyes bulging outward.
After a long time, it seemed that Han Fei had no reaction at all, and then he said, "Would you like to eat an apple? The community assistance sent it yesterday."
"No need, I didn't come to you to eat fruit." Han Fei sat on the sofa, looking at the TV playing the video and the notes covering the coffee table: "You don't seem to like using modern appliances too much?
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"I'm used to the old stuff, so I don't want to change it." The man sat on the other side of the sofa, and he and Han Fei looked at the TV together.
The screen was playing a news story from many years ago. A bus rushed off the bridge during a heavy rainstorm and entered the river where the water level was swollen.
"Were all your family members in the car at that time?" When Han Fei asked this question, the names of the victims were scrolled below the news. Zhuang Ren's family members were obviously among them, but Zhuang Ren was very confused.
He shook his head decisively.
"They are not dead, they are just imprisoned in the death building, I can be sure." Zhuang Ren casually tied up his long messy hair: "People outside think I am crazy, but in fact I am more sane than anyone else."
Han Fei didn't reply immediately. He pondered for a long time: "Have you ever entered the Death Building?"
"I've been trying to find a way in, but I can't find a way." The man stared with blood-red eyes. He opened the game console under the TV cabinet very mysteriously, and then handed Han Fei a game controller.
"What are you doing?"
Zhuang Ren stopped talking. After getting the game controller, his state became more unstable, his pupils kept beating, and all his attention was focused on the TV screen.
After connecting various lines, the game was started, and a game with poor picture quality appeared on the TV, and the name of this game was Dead Tower.
Red letters on a black background are simple, but very uncomfortable to look at.
"My family is here! They are waiting for me to save them! Just clear the game!" Zhuang Ren's tone became more and more crazy, and he didn't look like a normal person at all now.
"What do you mean by Death Tower?" Han Fei was a little disappointed. He put down the game controller, but just as he was about to get up, he suddenly saw the game screen.
In this game called Dead Building, the first game map is actually called Happy Community!
What's more coincidental is that the game in the community is also looking for puzzles, but instead of looking for human body puzzles, it's about helping a child find ordinary jigsaw puzzles.
By asking different NPCs, you can find eight puzzle pieces in the corners of the huge map to successfully pass the level.
Zhuang Ren no longer knows how many times he has played this game. He controls the fuzzy characters very skillfully and constantly triggers tasks. In the process of looking for jigsaw puzzles, he learns about the troubles of the neighbors in the community and helps them one by one.
solve.
This first map looks rough, but it contains quite a lot of content.
At this time, Han Fei no longer thought Zhuang Ren was a lunatic, and he watched quietly.
It took Zhuang Ren fifteen minutes to find all the puzzle pieces. The final picture on the puzzle was of a child reaching out and grabbing a butterfly.
After passing the first level, Zhuang Ren entered another map. The second map was called Qiuyun Mansion, where Zhuang Ren needed to help the deliveryman deliver things in a complex building.
In the process of delivering takeaways and goods, Zhuang Ren will come into contact with different people and experience the warmth and warmth of human nature.
Judging from the first two maps, the game creators are sunny and positive, and they probably want to create a healing game.
It took Zhuang Ren ten minutes to complete all the tasks, and then he entered the temporary resettlement room on Xingfu Road on the third map.
There is a problem with the quality of the resettlement houses, and the task requires Zhuang Ren to persuade everyone to come out of the resettlement houses within the specified time.
These games are very interesting in design, but Zhuang Ren has played them countless times. He clicks on each option like a machine and takes the shortest path to obtain the corresponding items. He should have memorized all the strategies in his heart.
The third map, the fourth map...
Until almost noon, Zhuang Ren had already played the eighth map, and the name of this map was Lihua Community.
When he played this map, he operated very slowly, and it felt like he was watching his life from another angle.
Half an hour later, the eighth map was also cleared. Although this game is a bit difficult, it is definitely not impossible to clear.
Just when Han Fei thought the ninth map was about to appear, the game returned to the beginning, with only the words "Dead Building" remaining on the TV screen.
"Is this done?"
"No, the door to the dead building has just been opened." Zhuang Ren clicked start again, and the eight maps he had played before were put together like the eight-piece puzzle of a child in a happy neighborhood.
Seeing this scene, a flash of lightning flashed through Han Fei's mind, and he remembered some things, which may all be related.
After the eight maps were put together, the ninth map appeared.
It was a very strange building. Whenever Zhuang Ren controlled the game characters to get close to it, they would suddenly die violently.
He tried various locations, but nothing worked. He couldn't find the entrance to the building at all.
The bloodshot eyes gradually became thicker, and Zhuang Ren became increasingly irritable. Finally, he slammed the game controller on the coffee table, yelled like crazy, and pushed everything to the ground.
He was furious and roaring. It took a long time before Zhuang Ren calmed down again.
His hand was cut by the glass fragments, but he seemed to feel no pain. He picked up the game controller again, quit the game, and started a new level.
"There must be something missing, maybe some prop is needed to enter the final building of death." Zhuang Ren's hand was bleeding, but his eyes were fixed on the TV screen.
Looking at Zhuang Ren who was addicted to the game again, Han Fei touched the game controller and suddenly said: "Where did you find this game? And who told you that your family was imprisoned in the death building?"
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Normal people would not easily believe such things even if they suffered the loss of their family members. Han Fei felt that something must have happened to Zhuang Ren.
"You may not believe it, and you will probably regard me as a lunatic." Zhuang Ren said while operating: "The Dead Tower game was given to me by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical when he was young. It was probably more than forty years ago. At that time,
I live in this community.”
"Chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?" Han Fei's eyes showed disbelief.
"You must say that since everyone is dead anyway, I can make it up any way I want. In fact, I couldn't figure out at the time why the person who is called the closest to God would give me this game until more than ten years ago.
My family member passed away..." Zhuang Ren looked at Han Fei, who seemed to suddenly think of something and his eyes widened.
"Yes, you should have seen the game map of Lihua Community just now. This game predicted the death of my family." Zhuang Ren put down the game controller: "Everyone thought I was crazy. Slowly, I began to doubt it.
, I don’t know whether it’s me or the world that’s going crazy.”
No one spoke in the room, and it was deathly silent.
After a long time, Han Fei said: "Has the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical told you anything else?"
"It has been so long that I only remember a vague scene. Late that night I saw him talking to himself alone in the corner of the community. He seemed to be in a daze and kept saying that he had an older brother." Zhuang Ren
Recalling the past, he leaned back on the sofa: "I was still young at that time, and I wanted to help him out of good intentions, but he asked a question that I still can't understand."
"what is the problem?"
"He asked me if there are ghosts in the world?"
"How did you answer?"
"I said no, and then he gave me this game." Zhuang Ren stared at the TV screen, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to get aggravated: "He also told me that if I lose the most important thing,
Go and search here, they may not have left, but they are locked in a black building and cannot come out."
Everything corresponded, but Zhuang Ren didn't fully understand that the dead building mentioned by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical should refer to the dead building in another game.
This chapter has been completed!