All coincidences are inevitable.
The battle between butterflies and spiders also continued, and judging from the results, it seemed that the spiders were slightly better in the end.
Han Fei patiently listened to the old man in black telling the secrets of the building, including the various things the manager had done in the building. In the eyes of the manager, except for himself, other owners, resentments, and outsiders were all just tools.
All the owners in the building with butterfly marks on their bodies are "people" who have encountered the cruel hands of managers and survived by luck. They have a deep understanding of the terror of managers.
"There are four family buildings in the Death Building Community. The manager always stays in Building 4 and rarely comes out. However, some residents in the building suspect that there is a very special room in Building 4 through which one can go to the Death Building.
Anywhere in the building. That room is the heart of the manager of the dead building. If you want to really kill the manager, you must first find that room." The old man in black had not even thought of confronting the manager of the dead building before.
Now in order to survive, she had no choice but to follow Han Fei's words: "No one knows where that room is. Everyone only knows that the house number of that room seems to be 4444."
"Normally speaking, there shouldn't be this number in the room in the dead building. If you want to get to that room, you won't be able to use normal methods." Han Fei looked at the closet and felt that it was necessary to try it.
After thinking for a moment, Han Fei made a decision. He wanted to get the approval of other owners first, bundle everyone on a boat, and then try to enter the closet.
Let the woman in the wedding dress stay in room 1144, while Han Fei and others visited the owner one by one and did ideological work on the door.
He conquered the surviving owners of Building No. 1 with his unique personal charm. After gaining their approval, the system gave Han Fei a prompt.
"Attention player number 0000! After unremitting efforts, you have successfully obtained the hidden professional dead building security guard!"
"Is it set up to be the main job?"
"no!"
"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully obtained the side job of Dead Building Security Guard! Randomly obtain two of the four professional talents of Dead Building Security Guard!"
"Professional Talent 1: Avoid Death: When the Death Curse is triggered, there is a 10% probability of avoiding death!"
"Professional Talent 2 Patrol: After midnight, running speed increases!"
"Attention! It is extremely difficult to promote side jobs and part-time jobs. Upgrading professional talents requires three times the experience."
"Having two careers, you have gradually become familiar with workplace life. You have seen more scenery, and your perfect life has become more colorful!"
"My eyes are all blood-red, how can it be so colorful?" Han Fei tried to run a few steps in the corridor. The job of security guard in the dead building was more useful than he thought. Just because his running speed increased after midnight,
It made Han Fei feel very profitable.
Returning to room 1144, Han Fei sat by the bed and stared silently at the closet door. His eyes were calm, as if he was thinking about something important.
No one in the room dared to disturb him. After a long time, when the exit button lit up, Han Fei got up and walked to the closet.
"We can't miss this opportunity. Let's go in together."
Han Fei, who had no worries, held the chain. He stood with the madman and the red dress, and then looked coldly at the old man in black.
"It's already very difficult to live in the building. Why bother to cause trouble? Can you do something that even hatred can't do?" The old man in black walked to the closet reluctantly, and her hand touched the closet.
When the door was opened, the blood vessels on the surface of the cabinet slowly swelled and opened slowly as if they were alive.
Blood vessels spread on the wall, and a pungent odor wafted from the cracks in the cabinet door. Before the old man in black could fully open the cabinet door, an arm grabbed her and pulled her directly into the cabinet.
A good "person" just disappeared, and the madman hid back in fear.
"You are the manager's fallback. They will not hurt you, but you can take advantage of this and kill them." Han Fei imparted his experience to the madman, and for a while he didn't know who was the real madman.
It was getting closer and closer to four o'clock in the morning, and the wardrobe was constantly changing. Han Fei didn't waste any more time. He opened the cabinet door with the red skirt.
The clothes hanging in the cabinet were stained with blood, and there were a lot of them.
The girl in red skirt went in first, and then she stretched out her hand towards Han Fei.
Han Fei grabbed her wrist and entered the closet with the madman. He pushed aside the clothes in front of him, but what surprised him was that there were more and more clothes, and the blood stains on the clothes became thicker and thicker. It looked like
It was as if the bloody people were hung on hangers.
The wardrobe doesn't look big from the outside, but once inside it feels like being trapped in a maze, with blood-red clothes everywhere.
At this time, the only thing that could give Han Fei a sense of security was the red skirt, but as he walked, Han Fei realized that something was wrong.
Although the arm he was holding was also wearing red clothes, it didn't seem to be a skirt.
"Hallucination interference?"
The other party did not stop, and Han Fei did not dare to let go. He first looked back and saw that the madman was not following him.
When he looked forward, there was only a blood-red sleeve left in his hand.
Holding his sleeves, he stood there, surrounded by blood-stained clothes. Each piece of blood-stained clothes seemed to represent a soul that died unjustly.
"Is this the butterfly's wardrobe? It is good at manipulating people's hearts and humanity. These stinking skins are his clothes?"
Han Fei did not act rashly. He knew that many cursed objects had unique abilities. Once the curse carried by the cursed object itself was triggered, it would become more passive.
"I watched the red skirt enter the closet with my own eyes. She is a large-scale resentment, and ordinary F-level curses cannot trap her, so the safest way for me now is to wait here."
Han Fei, with the escape button lit up, was fearless. In addition, he still had the last cigarette in his inventory that he had not used. If he was really in danger, he could light a cigarette to calm down.
If the enemy does not move, I will not move.
About ten seconds later, the bloody clothes in the distance seemed to be touched by something, slowly shaking, and something was crawling in the closet.
Putting the bloody paper figure on his shoulders, Han Fei squatted down with the death knife. He stared at the slowly shaking bloody clothes, and finally locked in a certain direction.
There seemed to be something abnormal in the things deep in the cabinet. Long gray-white arms stretched out from behind the bloody clothes. It rummaged through the clothes one by one. The rustling sound could torture a normal person to the point of going crazy.
The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. Han Fei held his breath and was ready to fight.
This chapter has been completed!