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Chapter 337 This damn running speed

"It's indeed him!"

Han Fei thought of Feng Ziyu when the middle-aged man mentioned big companies. When the map of Dead Building had not been deleted by the shallow world of "Perfect Life", Feng Ziyu and his colleagues were the last to enter the Dead Building community.

For both testers, Butterfly will target him and it's easy to understand.

"Feng Ziyu is very low-key and doesn't communicate much with others. If it weren't for the occasional noise in his room, I would have suspected that the room upstairs was empty." The middle-aged man's face was full of regret: "I really shouldn't have paid more attention.

No matter what, the fortune teller told me a long time ago that forty is a hurdle, so let me take care of myself."

"It's better to improve your abilities if you believe in fate." Han Fei helped the middle-aged man up and asked, "Has your neighbor done anything unusual in the past few days?"

"I haven't seen him in the past few days. He seems to have never left the door. By the way! Some time ago, there was always a knock on the door in the corridor every night, and it seemed that it was his door!"

"Is there a knock on the door at night?"

"It was after midnight. I thought he called for some service at night. I understand that he has been single for so many years, so I didn't think much about it." The middle-aged man did not dare to touch the clothes next to him and stood cautiously behind Han Fei: "

Apart from the knocking on the door, there seems to be no other abnormality."

"Do you still remember where you woke up?" Han Fei wanted to work backwards to see if he could find any useful clues in the place where the middle-aged man woke up. After all, he couldn't run into the cabinet by himself when he was unconscious.

Something must have moved him.

"I don't remember, it was probably in that direction." The middle-aged man pointed behind him: "I was so flustered the whole way that I didn't pay attention, but I remember one thing. There were a lot of torn pieces thrown on the ground where I woke up.

Bloody clothes, all those clothes have black writing on them."

In reality, Feng Ziyu disappeared, no one was seen alive, and no body was found dead.

Judging from the last message he sent to Huang Ying, he should have been led step by step into the depths of the dream by the butterfly, and he also saw room 4444.

If room 4444 is the butterfly's passage connecting reality and the deep world, then Feng Ziyu should be in the deep world now.

The neighbor's uncle was an accident. For a "thing" like him that was of little use, Butterfly might have simply discarded him in the "wardrobe passage" and left him to fend for himself.

Han Fei tried hard to connect the limited information in his mind: "Reality, the depth of dreams, the deep world... Is it possible that these three are connected in this way? In reality, people's consciousness and dreams are connected to each other, and the depth of dreams and

Butterfly's room 4444 is connected, and room 4444 is connected to the deep world through the wardrobe passage? After all, the number of room 4444 is different from the number of any room in the dead building, and strictly speaking it does not belong to the dead building."

"But then the question arises, what exactly is Room 4444? Is it really a room?"

With black box and spiritual evocation talents, for Han Fei, the entire "Perfect Life" game is like his Room 4444.

Anyone who logs into the game can be summoned after meeting certain conditions.

If you think about it this way, what will Butterfly's room 4444 be?

"It seems that I am limited by inertial thinking, but one thing can be inferred - if there is no room 4444 in the dead building, then maybe you can only enter that special room through the closet passage."

Thinking of this, Han Fei felt that he could not waste any more time. He had to find the exit as soon as possible while the exit button was on.

"Let's go and see where you woke up first." Han Fei supported the middle-aged man and looked at the silent woman next to him: "Let's come together, I promise to help you find the child."

In the past, Han Fei, who was socially anxious, was most afraid of attracting attention from others in public, but now he has always unknowingly become the core of the team.

Faced with the pressure of survival, he has already transformed.

Walking through the bloody clothes, time slowly lost its meaning, and the despair on the middle-aged man's face became more and more intense. But whenever he had the idea of ​​giving up, he would always see Han Fei's determined face.

He couldn't find any fear on Han Fei's face. This man, who was much younger than him, gave people a sense of stability. That kind of confidence and indifference seeped out from his bones, as if he had the power to win.

As a trump card, you can leave this terrible world at any time.

Under Han Fei's influence, middle-aged men and women were no longer so depressed, and a faint hope arose in their hearts - maybe they could really find a way out.

There were more and more blood-stained clothes, and no one knew how far they had gone. Han Fei, who was at the back of the team, suddenly patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

"Don't look back and keep moving forward at a normal speed."

"What's wrong."

"Tell the woman who opened the way that there is a blood-coated creature following us. It seems to be a monster disguised as a blood-coated man. Ask her to speed up in one minute and see if she can get rid of the monster." Han Fei said quickly and calmly.

The tone of their voice gave them very bad news. They were being targeted by the most difficult thing in the closet.

The middle-aged man truthfully relayed Han Fei's words to the woman. A few dozen seconds later, the woman suddenly started running wildly. The middle-aged man and Han Fei, who had been prepared for a long time, also ran forward together.

Knowing that he had been discovered, the monster disguised in blood clothes revealed his true appearance.

Two blood-red arms emerged from the sleeves, and a face covered with cloth appeared on the bloody clothes. The red cloth grew into the flesh, and the clothes became a part of it, just like its skin.

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It moved very fast, like a blood-red shadow, constantly closing the distance between it and Han Fei and the others.

Not far after running away, the difference in physical strength between the three survivors was already obvious.

Han Fei's expression remained unchanged and he did not use all his strength. The woman followed closely behind him, while the middle-aged man was panting and his legs were slowly losing strength.

Now as long as the middle-aged man is left behind, Han Fei and the woman can easily escape. The middle-aged man's body is big enough to feed the evil shadow for a long time.

"Bang!"

Perhaps he was too scared, and the middle-aged man, whose legs were already weak, tripped over the pile of clothes on the floor.

When he fell, the middle-aged man's face turned gray. At that moment, he was completely engulfed in despair, and blood spots began to appear on his originally clean clothes.

"Give me your hand!"

Han Fei kept observing his surroundings while escaping. He had no choice but to do so. He had so much experience in escaping that he had already formed a habit in many things.

Seeing that the blood-clothed monster was about to catch up, Han Fei grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and dragged him, and now he started to really exert his strength.

With the blessing of the dead building security patrol talent, Han Fei's running speed has become a bit exaggerated. If passersby saw Han Fei running past in the dark in the middle of the night, they would probably think that they had seen a ghost.


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