"Let's go in and take a look together? Aren't you curious about the secret of the manager?" Han Fei said casually, holding the butcher's knife of death.
"No, it's too dangerous!" The wedding woman said directly, and it was Han Fei's first time to make the ghost start talking anxiously.
"It is indeed quite dangerous. How about we find someone to explore the way first?" Han Fei took out the cursed pet chain from the inventory. It was covered with animal hair and looked very scary: "I
She is a community security guard and has the responsibility to protect the owners here, but we can catch a 'person' who is not the owner, tie her up with chains, and send her in."
Han Fei didn't mention the old man in black, but the old man in black felt that the other person was talking about him. If she remembered correctly, just now Han Fei said that as long as she leaves Building 1, she will no longer be a building.
The owner is inside.
"I think it's okay, but you're a security guard, why are you wearing chains?" The madman squatted beside the bed, grabbed the sheets and draped them over his body. He was a madman in the eyes of the Ligui owners, but he was not stupid: "I guess ordinary chains can also be used.
It was of no use. I once entered the closet, but within a few steps I would faint for no apparent reason. When I woke up again, I was lying on the bed outside the closet."
"Have you been in?"
"There were often some flesh and blood stumps in room 1144. At first I didn't know where they came from. It wasn't until one day when I hid in the closet out of fear that I discovered that the closet was connected to a certain place."
The madman tried his best to recall: "It's hard for me to describe it. It feels like there is a nightmare in the closet. As long as you fall asleep, all kinds of things will crawl out of the closet. They will lie next to the pillow to check whether you are asleep, and they will
They will keep lingering beside your bed, and some will even get into the quilt. When you suddenly feel a chill, don't turn on the light and look under the quilt. I was once scared."
The ordinary words, but when you think about the scene carefully, it makes people's skin crawl.
The madman sat cross-legged on the bed. He looked at Han Fei and the other "people" in the room. After a long time, he suddenly said: "The closet used to be opened only after four o'clock in the morning, but there seems to be a problem in the past two days."
"If you think about it carefully, when did the problem occur?"
"It seems that the day you came to work as a security guard, the cabinet door has been unable to be fully closed since then."
The madman's words reminded Han Fei of something. The madman is the escape route left by the manager, and the wardrobe is the passage.
After Han Fei entered the building, the passage door remained open at all times, which meant that the manager of the dead building felt threatened.
"On the day I arrived, the singing also entered the dead building. The manager must have felt the pressure from it. Thinking about it, it was really a clever move for me to attract the singing." Madman is the escape route left for himself by the manager.
, Han Fei wanted to find out the environment inside the closet, and then ambush into the closet, intercepting and killing the severely injured manager on the way.
He is very courageous. He is not afraid of any manager at all. He came here just to change the manager of the dead building.
His cold eyes looked at the old man in black intentionally or unintentionally, and the chains in Han Fei's hands rattled: "Who is better to let in first?"
"The manager of the dead building has more than one trump card, and there are more than one similar closet in the community. Even if you enter one, you may not meet the manager, and you will expose yourself and put yourself in a dangerous situation." Hei.
Old Man Yi already understood how to talk to Han Fei. The man in front of him was not afraid of danger and death. If he wanted to persuade him, he could only tell the truth.
"Aren't you ready to leave Building 1?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes and glanced at the old man in black: "Why don't you leave?"
"I have always dreamed of leaving the dead building, but not in this way." The old man in black touched the butterfly pattern on his neck: "You have turned Building No. 1 upside down, whether you want to be a security guard or a security guard.
Building Director, you can do it all. But we are different from you. You are a complete soul, and we are just flowerpots used to hold seeds."
Han Fei was not the kind of unreasonable person. When he saw that the old man in black was willing to tell the secrets in the building, he began to listen patiently.
"I have lived in the Death Building for a long time and have seen too many changes. You may not believe what I say next." The old man in black hunched his back and sighed softly: "Every room in the Death Building has changed.
It’s a heart, and this heart chamber contains all the memories and pain of the residents. It’s not that we live in the death building, it’s that we are part of the death building.”
"The former manager of the dead building was an old man. His heart was filled with despair. It was that rotten heart that formed the foundation of the dead building. Later, he went to the depths of the city and never came back."
"About ten years ago, a new manager appeared in the Death Building. No one knew which room it came from, no one knew where its heart was hidden, and no one could kill it completely.
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"From that night on, the rules of the dead building changed, and all hearts and memories became the managers' toys."
"It never kills with its own hands, and it never uses power to drive away resentment, but don't think this is its kindness. The resentment that falls into its hands wishes it could be driven away." The old man in black thought of something, and she
There was extreme fear in his eyes, and his soul was constantly trembling.
"Then do you know why it doesn't kill?" Han Fei was a little surprised. The butterfly in reality is also such a person. It does all bad things, but never lets a drop of blood get on its hands.
"There is a legend about the manager in the building. I'm not sure whether it's true or not." The old man in black hesitated for a while before speaking: "The last trace of hatred in the dead building seemed to have left a reminder before he died. The manager's
The innate ability is related to dreams. In a dream that predicted the future, it saw what it would look like when it died."
"What does death look like?"
"Yes, the manager dreamed that he was chopped into pieces by a knife. That knife is very special. It will become sharper when facing an enemy whose hands are stained with blood."
When the old man in black said this, no one in the room had any abnormal reaction. But unlike others, Han Fei had already used his master-level acting skills at this time, because only in this way could he conceal the turmoil in his heart.
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The knife that the manager dreamed of seemed to be the butcher knife of death!
"The manager of the dead building has been looking for such a knife, but after so many years, he still found nothing." The eyes of the old man in black were full of pain: "Perhaps he has predicted death, and the behavior of the manager is becoming more and more incomprehensible. It
Gradually, it began to do even crazier things. It used the residents in the building as fertilizer to cultivate something. It seemed that it wanted to create another version of itself and let it die as a substitute."
The old man in black made Han Fei understand a lot of things, and some previously seemingly unrelated things were connected together.
For example, why butterflies never kill animals by themselves, and why spiders only want to hunt butterflies, so there are countless butcher knives in the livestock alley.
This chapter has been completed!