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Chapter 327 Wronged Businessman

Han Fei no longer had time to care about Xiao Fang and Brother Hua. All he could think about was the split and scattered figure of the ghost who jumped off the building. He couldn't get rid of it!

"Calm down! The little girl has been taken out. This is a rare opportunity. I must seize it!"

"Yes! Calm down! If you want to restore the jumping ghost's sanity, you have to try to reunite their scattered memories."

"First of all, I have to go to the eighth floor to find the female anchor and ask her to put on a red skirt. This way, the complete red skirt will have a chance to block the jumper."

"After the jumper is blocked, I need to find the divorced mother, the syringe girl, and their children. Next..."

The howling wind penetrated his ears, and the pungent smell of blood instantly covered Han Fei's head like thick ocean waves.

The jumper is catching up!

Different from the resentment, the ghost who jumped off the building exuded a colder aura, which should be the hatred in her heart.

From resentment to hatred, something needs to be crossed in the middle. Although the jumping ghost did not become real hatred, it left traces of hatred on her body.

With no time to dodge, Han Fei could only lift the wooden box above his head.

"Bang!"

Sawdust flew everywhere, and the blood-red box was smashed by the missing arm of the jumping ghost. The hand stained with the death curse reached into the box, but it could not fall on Han Fei's head.

The blood gathered, a scarlet wind blew in the corridor, and a red dress that was brighter than ever before appeared on the other side of the death curse.

In the narrow corridor, two forces collided wildly, and old and new hatreds were entangled together.

"Give me my baby back!"

The death curse on the jumping ghost has boiled, and those strange black words have stuck together and evolved into new shapes.

After the last trace of humanity was taken away by Han Fei, the jumping ghost no longer only repeated death and destruction. For the first time, other words appeared in her mouth.

The jumping ghost who has been in a state of confusion and was controlled by Butterfly's hatred now has what he wants.

Driven by extreme anger, her devastated heart seemed to beat again.

At this time, Han Fei didn't know how much trouble he had made. You must know that even the butterfly did not dare to touch the child of the jumper, and he even took the initiative to drag the whole family of three into room 1244 for the jumper to vent his hatred.

Well now, Han Fei just took away the most important thing from the jumping ghost. The door of room 1244 seems to have been smashed. If the butterfly doesn't come to Building 1, this place will be "torn down" by the jumping ghost and Han Fei.

It's a matter of time.

Both the jumper and the red dress are not complete, but the collision between them has reached the limit of what Building No. 1 can withstand. Originally, the manager would have intervened in this situation, but until now, Han Fei had not even seen the shadow of the manager.

Blood-red cracks appeared on the wall, and the nearby door was torn into pieces, like paper.

The red skirt once again bought Han Fei precious time. He carried the little girl across the corridor and went upstairs through the safe passage on the other side.

"Open the door! I found your child!"

Han Fei knocked frantically on the divorced mother's door. The kid hiding behind the safety door poked his head out and seemed to be wondering. He was clearly hiding well, so how could the other party say that he had found the divorced mother's child?

"Open the door!"

There were hurried footsteps and the divorced mother opened the door. She looked a little scared.

"This is your child!" Han Fei carried the little girl and walked towards the house.

"But my child is a boy..." The divorced mother wanted to say something else, but at this time the little girl in Han Fei's arms suddenly put her hand next to the divorced mother's face. When her fingers touched her cheek, the divorced mother said something

I couldn't even say anything, but a tear suddenly flowed from the corner of my eye.

She didn't even realize that she was crying. She obviously couldn't remember anything, and her memories were completely different, but she couldn't stop crying at all.

"It's impossible. My child is a boy. He always looks for the key to the room at night when the adults are asleep. I love him very much, but I don't know why he keeps leaving me." The divorced mother kept wiping away with her hands.

There were tears on my face, but as I wiped away the tears, more and more tears appeared, and before I knew it, my face was covered with tears.

"Your memory has been manipulated, you are Zhuang Wen! This little girl is your humanity! It is your most precious thing!" Han Fei's free hand grabbed the divorced mother's shoulder, and he used the touch of soul to touch the deep

He shook the other person's secret and said, "Remember it! For the sake of your child, for the sake of truly finding your child!"

Han Fei's voice became louder and louder, and the face of the divorced mother gradually became abnormal, with brand-new skin exposed where the tears had slipped.

She seemed to be suffering unimaginable pain, and finally she let out a piercing scream.

"Stop deceiving yourself! Face yourself in your heart! You represent Zhuang Wen's motherhood! You are also the most important and indivisible part of her!"

Han Fei's voice echoed throughout the living room. Zhuang Wen's mother's hair was hanging down. The changes in her body seemed to have ended, and she did not exude a strong aura.

Just when Han Fei thought that the divorced mother had no abilities and was about to take her away by force, the bedroom door next to her opened.

A pale face suddenly appeared from the dark crack in the door, and then the face changed and twisted like water waves, becoming a little ghost.

Not long after, another face popped up, followed by a third and a fourth, and the little ghosts began to change one by one, crowding at the door of the bedroom!

After so many years, every night the divorced mother would bring home a kid and treat her as her dead child!

The strong and suffocating Yin Qi came from the bedroom. Han Fei's hand that was originally holding his divorced mother's shoulder slowly let go: "I may have been a little rude just now, but I am not rude. You represent Zhuang Wen's

Motherhood…”

Before she finished speaking, the divorced mother raised her head, her eyes fixed on the little girl, her lips trembled, and she slowly said: "Give me my child..."

"Why do you say the same thing? I can give it to you, but not now!"

Looking at the kid in the room, Han Fei decisively exited the room and continued to rush upstairs!

"Don't chase me! I'm helping you!"

The door of the divorced mother's house was knocked open by little ghosts one after another, and countless children's handprints appeared behind Han Fei: "Isn't it? A memory that contains maternal nature is so strong?"

Without even having time to breathe, Han Fei gritted his teeth and ran to the 18th floor.

Before he appeared, he heard the businessman's helpless inhalation: "Why is it you again? I have changed from the left channel to the right channel. Don't you want to sleep at night?"

"Get out of the way!"

The ferocious-looking Han Fei roared at the businessman, and then rushed to the 22nd floor without looking back, where the last syringe woman lived.

Seeing Han Fei's crazy look, the businessman took a step back quietly, with a little aggrieved face: "Why are you shouting so loudly... I have already avoided you, who knew you would still run in a roundabout way?"


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