Han Fei didn't know the layout of the new building manager, and he wouldn't completely trust Fu Sheng.
The reason is very simple. After obtaining the black box, Han Fei chose a different path from Fu Sheng.
Fu Sheng wants to completely destroy the deep world and seal everything out of reality, while Han Fei wants to destroy things that should be destroyed and redeem things that should be redeemed.
If Fu Sheng considered the issue entirely from his own perspective, then Han Fei considered it from the perspective of fairness.
Han Fei, who was unconscious at the time, followed his instinct and opened two sides of the black box. While releasing the devil, he also embraced hope.
No one has ever dared to be like Han Fei, and no one who took office as building manager had such courage.
Precisely because of the choices Han Fei made, he and Fu Sheng are no longer on the same side. Maybe Fu Sheng will try to guide Han Fei now, but at some point in the future, they will definitely have differences.
That kind of disagreement is not something that only one person can persuade. Everyone is betting on their lives and future, and it is difficult to look back.
Han Fei wrapped his hair with paper again. He did not dare to go back to Room 4144 immediately. Fu Sheng's memory was divided into countless fragments. Although the memory fragments in the dead building and the memory fragments in Xingfu Community originated from the same person,
However, because the emotions contained within are different, the individual personalities formed by memory fragments may also be different.
Everyone will have a dark side to some extent, let alone a person like Fu Sheng who is selected by the black box. The truly suppressed darkness in his heart may be more terrifying than a butterfly.
"Leave the 14th floor first."
Han Fei carried the middle-aged man on his back and entered the corridor, but the woman stopped where she was.
"Did you find anything?"
"How about taking the elevator? I always feel that we will die if we go down from here." The woman grasped the fruit knife in her hand: "My intuition is very accurate."
There is a faint light coming from the dark corridor. It seems ordinary at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that the light seems to be closer.
It seemed as if it wasn't a light at all, but a pair of huge, cold eyes.
Han Fei had no time to hesitate now. All the room numbers on the 14th floor had two 4s on them. This floor was a complete ghost den.
Just looking at the paper money there made Han Fei's scalp numb. The owners of all the rooms on this floor seemed to be summoning spirits.
As the "light" slowly approached downstairs, Han Fei carried the middle-aged man to the thirteenth floor: "Hide here first, the fourteenth floor is too dangerous."
Han Fei quietly closed the safety door, letting the middle-aged man and woman hide behind the door, and entered the corridor alone.
The thirteenth floor is a little bit normal, but there are still paper money scattered on the corridor. Every house has red couplets, but the black characters on the couplets are all curses. Their security doors are also smeared with various things and broken.
of red threads and mirror fragments and more.
Soon, Han Fei arrived at the door of room 4134. Before he could turn his head, a cold breath came to his ears!
Turn around suddenly!
Han Fei saw a security uniform covered in black and red paint taped to the door of room 4134. There was a big hole in the chest and abdomen of the uniform, as if it had been torn open by someone's hands.
He took half a step back, and the security uniform that had been stuck on the door slowly slipped off. Then the door panel opened a small crack, and a man's voice came out.
"It's almost the Night of Resurrection. There can't be anyone in the corridor. Come in quickly."
"Returning to the Soul Night?" Han Fei noticed that the person used "you" instead of "you". The other person seemed not to know the existence of women and middle-aged men.
"You can't explain it in a few words. In short, if you don't want to die, come in quickly." The man's voice was serious and he kept urging: "If I hadn't seen you wearing a security uniform, I wouldn't have saved you. Hurry up! I'm also risking a lot of money.
Big risk!”
Han Fei himself is a master of acting. He cannot directly tell whether the other party is lying, but he can tell whether the other party is deliberately acting.
"I still have two friends who are right at the door. I can take them..."
"Are they also security guards? There are three security guards alive this time? Come here quickly!" The man said with doubts, but decided to take Han Fei in.
After a while, Han Fei came over with two other people. When he saw that the middle-aged man and woman did not have security uniforms, the man in the room was immediately ready to regret it. However, Han Fei's hand was too quick. When he wanted to close the door, Han Fei was already stuck.
door panel.
"Are you looking for death?" The man gritted his teeth: "If I had known they were not security guards, I wouldn't have saved you!"
After speaking viciously, the man still opened the door.
The three of them entered the house, and when they closed the door, heavy footsteps came from the safe passage outside.
"Shh." The man in the room made a silent gesture, and he stood at the door. No one dared to move, they just opened their eyes and looked at him.
The owner of room 4134 was wearing a clean security uniform, but the uniform didn't fit well. What made Han Fei even more surprised was that there were a large number of security uniforms piled up in the room, some of which had holes, and some of which were directly worn.
was torn apart.
Except for the one worn by the owner of the house, it is almost impossible to find a complete uniform.
When the footsteps completely disappeared, the owner of the house breathed a sigh of relief. He looked like he had escaped from death: "If I hadn't saved you, the three of you would have died just now!"
"What are those footsteps?"
"Don't care what it is, and don't be curious. Curiosity kills the cat." The owner of the house spoke in a low voice: "Each of you three owe me a life. Please remember it."
"Why do I owe you my life?" The middle-aged man was wearing bloody clothes. At least he looked scary.
"Believe it or not, I'm going to throw you out now? I didn't want to save you in the first place." When the owner of the house was talking, his eyes would drift to Han Fei intentionally or unintentionally. He was looking at Han Fei's security uniform.
"You seem to be very interested in the uniform I'm wearing? There are security uniforms everywhere in this room. Don't you have a hobby of collecting these things?" Han Fei said very rudely. He was thinking about what if there was a conflict.
, what chance do you have of winning?
"I don't have a habit of collecting clothes. I'm also a security guard in this building." The man took out his work ID card from his uniform. His name was Oiran.
"Don't laugh at my name. My surname is Hua. My parents are not well-educated, so they asked a fortune teller. He named me Kui, which means chief. Choosing this name can increase my longevity. My parents think
This has a very good meaning, so I was named Oiran."
"A grown man is called an oiran?" The middle-aged man covered the wound on his lower back, feeling like he was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.
Unlike the middle-aged man, Han Fei felt that the fortune teller was really quite capable.
All the security guards in the building are flower pots used by butterflies to cultivate human pupae. Only those who can bloom the most beautiful "flowers" will be left to the end. In this sense, this male security guard is called an oiran.
suitable.
"Oiran, how long have you worked here?" Han Fei asked casually.
"Don't call me bluntly. I'm your savior. Besides, we don't know each other well enough to call him by his first name." The man was a little annoyed, but his anger soon dissipated. He looked at Han Fei and the others.
There was also a trace of complicated emotions in his eyes, and it felt like he was looking at a dead person.
"Brother Kui, have you saved many security guards like me?" Han Fei changed the words and tone of his words. He used master-level acting skills. Every word he said made the Oiran feel friendly and natural.
"It's quite pleasant for you to shout like that." The man signaled Han Fei to come into the room. He didn't dare to turn on the light. After closing the curtains, he lit a candle: "Everyone in this building is crazy. I am fourteen."
The security guards who entered this building with me a few days ago have all been taken away by the residents of the building."
"It was taken?"
"Yes, you can't see people alive, and you can't see corpses even when dead." The man's voice was low: "They hold a special ceremony every four days. They call it the Soul Resurrection Night. Everyone in the building will go crazy, and it seems that the dead will also go crazy.
Come back that day, anyway, that night will be the scariest night in the building! If you hadn't found this room, you probably wouldn't have seen me."
"While you were running for your life, did any new security guards come in?"
"Yes. As long as I see them, I will try my best to save them. Unfortunately, most of the time I can't save them. The most I can do is take their uniforms back to this safe room and keep them."
What the man said was serious and he believed what he said very much, but Han Fei didn't believe it.
It's not that the man cheated on him, but his memory may only be fourteen days.
There were countless uniforms piled up in the room, and the man said that he had picked up only a few of them. In fact, Han Fei felt that he had picked up all the uniforms, but he just didn't remember them.
The security guards who came in each round died, and flowers grew crookedly in the flower pots at the same time. Only the courtesan will survive forever.
In other words, a man can survive not because he is lucky or because Room 4134 is safe, but simply because he best meets certain requirements of a butterfly.
If he meets someone more suitable than him, Butterfly will kill him without hesitation.
"Why do I listen... It feels like there is more danger in this building than in the closet?" The middle-aged man ran out of the closet with hope. What greeted him was not reality, but an abyss of more despair.
"You'd better find a way to leave tonight. Tomorrow night is the night of soul rebirth again. After midnight, you won't be able to run away even if you want..."
Before the oiran finished speaking, mournful music suddenly sounded in the building. Hearing this sound, the oiran's face immediately changed: "It's not quite right. In the past, this sound was only heard at the beginning of the Soul Resurrection Night. Every household welcomes the soul, and then the next one."
The most dangerous and terrifying time for ghosts to come back is in the middle of the night.”
"Is it ahead of schedule?"
"I'm not sure either!" The oiran's face was full of nervousness. He was now very irritable and restless.
"The Night of Resurrection should not be held every four days. It should be held on the fourth of every month, and April 4th every year. And April 4th should be the scariest day." Han Fei thought of his time in the village.
The calendar that the Qing family saw, and the date circled on it, said that tomorrow is April 4th, and the Night of Resurrection has not really come yet, but something has begun to emerge.
"The Night of Returning to Souls every four days is not really a Night of Returning to Souls, it's just a small fuss. The real Night of Returning to Souls should be on April 4th of the year, which is when the ghost who jumped off the building and the female anchor died at the same time.
That day." Han Fei has always been curious about this day. The dead people on that day were definitely not just the jumper and the female anchor: "Why did the butterfly want to kill everyone on that day? Could it be that it wanted to use everyone's grievances to help it break through a certain...
A kind of bondage?"
Sad music sounded in the building, and it was impossible to tell which floor it was on. However, unlike others, Han Fei also heard the singing mixed with the sad music. The indescribable existence was outside the building. It could not enter the building, and now it seemed
Looking for Han Fei layer by layer.
"Returning to the Soul Night, will the butterfly's true body also appear on this day?"
Han Fei was also very tired now, but he didn't dare to quit the game. He was afraid that after he left, he would face the most terrifying night of resurrection when he went online next time.
"Zhuang Wen also ran into Building No. 4, but why is there no movement in the building? In her crazy state, she will definitely do something!"
"There are two 4s in the house number of the jumping ghost's own room. Now Zhuang Wen has merged all the fragments. Her strength has increased dramatically. Now she should be between two fours and three fours."
Han Fei quickly made a plan for himself. The first task was to find Zhuang Wen, and then to find Feng Ziyu. He had to complete one goal before exiting the game.
"You two stay in this room, I'll go outside and take a look." Han Fei has a passive and professional talent. It is really difficult for ordinary building owners to catch up with him.
Quietly leaving room 4134, Han Fei found that the atmosphere outside was different from before.
When the mournful music sounded, the paper money in the corridor was blown by the wind, and there was a faint and harsh sound of fingernails scratching on the security doors with red couplets on them.
If you get closer, you will find that it is not an illusion at all. The security door is slightly distorted, as if it is under tremendous pressure.
Putting away the landlord's ring, Han Fei was worried that the thing would break when he encountered hatred. It was a small matter for the thing to be destroyed, but it was a big deal for him to reveal his position.
He tried to communicate with Da Nie, hoping that Da Nie could give him an early warning.
Da Ni in his arm agreed decisively, which made Han Fei a little worried. He was not sure if Da Ni understood what he meant. If Da Ni got too excited, he might even bite Han Fei's head.
It will send out a reminder.
After all, the danger in the eyes of Da Nie is different from the danger in the eyes of normal people. It just wants Han Fei to be in a state of death.
"The architectural layout of Building 4 is similar to that of Building 1." When Han Fei walked to the middle of the corridor, he saw an old-fashioned elevator. He had never taken an elevator in Building 1.
There are various graffiti scrawled on the silver-gray elevator door. The graffiti vaguely forms a human face. If you stare at it for a long time, you will feel like you will be sucked into the elevator.
"It's better to stay away from this thing."
Just as Han Fei was about to leave, the numbers on the elevator display suddenly changed. Someone seemed to be taking the elevator over.
The sadness in his ears gradually became clearer. Han Fei glanced at the elevator screen for the last time, and then hurriedly ran into the safety passage.
This chapter has been completed!