After entering several rooms in succession, what I saw in front of me was shocking.
The layout of all rooms is exactly the same, and there is a boy locked in each closet. Judging from the photos, the criteria for selecting children by Butterfly are very simple.
It must look good-looking and cute, in line with the aesthetic requirements of its animal parents, and secondly, it must be happy during its lifetime.
The photos inside the cabinet record the boy's step-by-step transformation. From human to monster, all he needs is a wardrobe.
"Butterfly does this just to vent his hatred?"
The photos posted on the wardrobe symbolize Butterfly's twisted hatred, which also contains jealousy, but Han Fei feels that things are not that simple.
Butterfly's special ability is related to nightmares. He can enter the nightmares of living people and then affect reality step by step through nightmares.
When certain conditions are met, the consciousness of a living person can be dragged into the deep world through nightmares.
This ability itself is very terrifying, and Butterfly's ability to acquire this ability is also related to his childhood experiences.
When Han Fei accepted the Soul Recovery Night mission, he received a prompt from the system, including a paragraph that briefly told Butterfly's past.
In the process of being dumped by its biological parents, the hatred and resentment in its heart seemed to have reached an unimaginable level. Its consciousness fell into a nightmare and met something special. Its change also began at that time.
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There is one less abused child in the world, and one more nightmare with wings of flesh and blood.
There was a boy imprisoned in all the wardrobes on the fourth floor of the dead building. Butterfly inflicted the pain he had experienced on innocent people, letting his hatred fill the children's brains and consciousness, and then just like what Han Fei saw just now
Same.
When those children reach their limit, their consciousness will fragment into new nightmares and merge into the wardrobe.
"The butterfly is constantly creating new pain and nightmares, and he seems to be able to extract strength from them."
Han Fei turned his head and glanced next to him. The child who could move freely on the fourth floor still looked innocent and confused. He naturally held Han Fei's hand.
His small palms were as smooth and white as milk, and his face was flawless. This child was in sharp contrast to the children in the closet who had turned into monsters.
Han Fei actually had murderous intentions towards this child. He clearly remembered that when he entered the first bedroom, it was because of this child that the boy in the closet turned into a nightmare in advance.
Such lovely hands have caused countless murders in a deserted corner.
"We've almost finished looking at the rooms on the fourth floor. Your home doesn't seem to be on this floor."
Han Fei came to the corner of the corridor. The stairs leading to the next floor were blocked by a black partition.
There are some very strange lines on those baffles, they don't look like metal or wood, they look a bit like the shell of something.
A faint hint of death mixed in the gray mist floated out from the gap in the baffle, and the source of the death intention was still deeper underground.
The corridor was impassable, so Han Fei had no choice but to take the boy back and take the elevator.
The boy himself was somewhat resistant to elevators. He seemed to hate confined spaces and seemed to have some kind of psychological shadow.
Han Fei held the other person's hand and forced the boy to the elevator.
Compared with when they left, fine red patterns appeared on the elevator wall, and with the sound of the wheel axle turning, the old-fashioned elevator began to continue downward.
Five floors underground, six floors underground...
Han Fei and the others felt as if they were being sunk into the deep sea while riding in the elevator. The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and the elevator car began to slowly twist, as if it was being squeezed out of shape by something.
No one knew how many floors there were underground in the dead building. Han Fei looked at the numbers on the screen, but he was thinking about something else.
If there is a boy hidden in the cabinet in every room on every floor, then how many children's consciousness has Butterfly deceived into the dead building in the past ten years?
For this reason alone, the butterfly is unforgivable.
The elevator's descending speed gradually slowed down, and when the number on the display screen changed to minus seven, the elevator car had become obviously irregular, and blood seeped out of the gaps, as if red paint was still flowing and solidifying.
"Bang!"
The car vibrated, and when Han Fei felt like he could hardly breathe, the elevator finally stopped.
The elevator doors opened on both sides, and the black mist with the intent of death poured directly into the elevator.
The male students protected Ying Huo and Lai Sheng. All three of them were affected by the black mist, with a hint of death in their pupils, and the death curses on their bodies also showed signs of being triggered.
"I feel like my head is going to explode. We can't go any further."
Gritting his teeth, the male student supported Yinghuo and protected Laisheng with his body. He had never taken such care of others in his life.
"I don't know how to make this elevator go up. If you can't go down any more, then just wait for me on this floor." Han Fei's words made the male students don't know how to answer. How could a living person be in such a bad state?
able to survive in such an environment?
Han Fei held the little boy's hand and walked out of the elevator. At least on the surface, the two of them had not changed much. It seemed that the black mist had no impact on them.
The little boy is really as if he was born in the dark mist and has already become accustomed to everything. Han Fei is because of the bloody words that appear on his back. The strange "blessing" left by Jin Sheng is helping Han Fei to resist the black mist.
fog.
Han Fei didn't know how long he could hold on. He just wanted to get as close to the truth as possible.
The seventh underground floor is much larger than the fourth floor, and obvious lines can be seen on the walls. The underground structure of the dead building is not made of bricks and stones, but something similar to a cocoon.
Han Fei stared at the lines. He always felt that they looked familiar: "The lines on the wall are a bit similar to the lines on the human chrysalis. Could it be said that the entire death building is a chrysalis? But why would a chrysalis exude such a terrifying death sound?
meaning?"
You know, the will of death buried under the dead building can trap the unspeakable singing voice, and the thing that exudes the will of death must also be an ineffable existence!
"The Dead Tower is only an E-level map. The existence of hatred is outrageous enough. There shouldn't be anything unspeakable." The system has a certain basis for classifying tasks into levels. Even if there are discrepancies, they won't be too big.
Touching the lines on the wall with his fingers, Han Fei casually opened a door next to him.
The layout of the house is still the same as that of the fourth underground floor, and all the rooms in the entire underground are built according to the memory of the same person.
Entering the bedroom directly, Han Fei looked at the huge wardrobe. Before he got close, slight cries and calls for help came from the closet.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Han Fei had seen many wardrobes, but most of the boys inside had lost their senses and could not even express their pain, let alone communicate.
He opened the closet, and a thick black mist floated out from the cabinet where all kinds of dirty clothes were piled. When the mist and smell dissipated, a scarred hand lifted up from the cabinet.
"Kill me, please kill me."
The voice in the closet was begging for death, and he seemed to have given up the struggle long ago.
"Don't worry, can you hear my voice?" Han Fei saw the child in the closet. His eyes seemed to be stuck together because he hadn't opened them for too long. His face was severely deformed and he could only barely see.
The appearance of a person.
"Voice? A voice I haven't heard before?" The miserable-looking child had a maturity that did not match his age. He waved his hands and was about to say something else.
The little boy who was following Han Fei ran over: "This little brother can actually speak?"
The innocent tone brought out doubts in his heart, but when the boy's voice was heard by the child in the closet, the other child collapsed instantly.
He seemed to already know his fate and shouted outside the closet: "Go to the bottom floor! Please destroy the heart there! That dead heart! Destroy it so that everyone can be rescued...
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Black blood gushed out from the child's mouth, and his still healthy ears and mouth were blocked with blood, making him unable to say anything.
"Heart……"
The already scarred arms dropped weakly, and the child in the closet was absorbed by the closet in the blink of an eye. Only his former photos were left in the closet.
"The further down the floor, the stronger the consciousness of the child trapped in the closet?"
Han Fei silently put away the photos in the closet. No one could guess what he was thinking through his expression.
When others see him looking like this, they may think that he is regretting the death of the child in the closet. In fact, he is simulating in his mind how to kill the children around him.
His mind was running rapidly. In a short period of time, Han Fei came up with more than a dozen plans. But every time he wanted to take action, Da Ni's hidden arm would feel a tingling pain, as if telling him to take action now.
, it must be him who dies.
"What is the situation with this little boy? Is it the childhood of a butterfly? Forget it, anyway, it doesn't seem to be planning to kill me yet."
Han Fei traveled through the seventh floor underground. The children imprisoned here confirmed his previous guesses. Children on the seventh floor were generally stronger than those on the fourth floor. This strength was at the spiritual and spiritual level, which was produced after their consciousness dissipated.
That black memory, which seemed to be the embodiment of a nightmare, was also more terrifying than that of an ordinary child.
"Looking at it this way, deeper underground, there may be more children who can communicate."
A glimmer of hope rekindled in Han Fei's heart. He asked the male student to stay on the seventh floor underground with Yinghuo and Laisheng, while he and the boy continued downward.
Unable to exit the game, Han Fei was cornered and had nothing to lose, so he was no longer afraid of anything.
"Before I got "Perfect Life", I didn't think about death, but now I am wandering on the edge of life and death every day, but I feel a little nostalgic for the world."
Holding the little boy's hand, Han Fei looked at the slowly closing elevator door. He might really die if he went down further, but he still chose to do it.
"Now is the best opportunity. The manager has not yet recovered. All I need to face is this child."
Butterfly and Han Fei are completely unequal in strength, but Han Fei is very good at borrowing strength.
In reality, Butterfly was tracked and rounded up by the police in all directions, and his main consciousness was held back by Huang Ying. Logically speaking, even so, Butterfly did not have any worries. The backup he left behind in the dead building was enough to deal with the unspeakable existence, but in no way
Unexpectedly, Han Fei actually brought an indescribable singing voice to it.
The numbers on the elevator display screen were constantly changing, and the elevator car also made an overwhelmed sound. When the number turned to minus nine, the black fog seemed to have turned into a sea.
There are no traces of the existence of the soul chasers on this floor. There is only the will of death around them, and the will of death is so strong that it cannot be resolved.
The elevator car seemed to be squeezed by an external force and its edges were deformed. Han Fei in the elevator was not feeling well either.
The bloody words left by Jin Sheng on his body were being broken one by one, and the predicted future seemed to be forcibly rewritten by death.
Han Fei's body already had a sinking feeling. Death soaked into his internal organs, poured into his brain, and penetrated into his eyes.
The eyes that always contained a glimmer of light were slowly turning blood red, and the will of death seemed to be transforming Han Fei's body.
The bloody words left by Jin Sheng seemed to be unable to stop the will of death in the end, but at the last moment of their shattering, those words turned into a shallow chain and penetrated Han Fei's body, seemingly locking his heart.
When the death intention invaded, lesions began to appear in three places on Han Fei's body. He was now like one of those children locked in a closet.
The three lesions represented three different death curses. Han Fei himself didn't know when he was struck by the curse.
My brain tried its best to recall, but the pain was already coming from those three places.
The blood vessels on his chest protruded from his heart, and a shallow word "death" appeared quietly. However, the word "death" was blocked by Jin Sheng's chain and could not penetrate into his heart.
Then came the arm where Da Nie was hiding. His palm prints were twisted into the word "death", and the bones were broken bit by bit, starting from the fingertips and ending at the place where Da Nie was hiding.
The first two death curses were temporarily blocked by Jin Sheng's curse and great evil, but nothing interfered with the last death curse.
Han Fei felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if a nail was trying to penetrate him. He couldn't see what was happening in the back of his head, but he could vaguely feel that his memory had been disrupted.
"Before you entered the death building, I had already placed a curse on you. The content of the death curse is that you will die if you enter the death building!"
A strange voice came from his mind. Everything Han Fei had experienced in the past was stained with the intention of death, without any light.
After being exposed to "Perfect Life", my mind that became colorful turned into the black of despair again.
Han Fei's consciousness fell into the deep sea along with the elevator!
The elevator car was oppressed by the will of death, constantly deforming and sinking inward. Han Fei's own consciousness was also submerged in the black mind.
Unable to breathe, unable to even move his fingers, Han Fei felt like he was going to be completely crushed.
Red blood began to float in his black mind. At first it was just a drop or two, but slowly it turned into a large area of red.
"Is the thing that I can't see clearly about to finally appear?" The strange voice seemed to be hidden in the death curse: "Remove the shackles of good and evil, break free of the shackles of childhood memories, let me see what is hidden in your mind.
Holding something!"
There was a hint of urgency in the unfamiliar voice, and three death curses erupted at the same time, trying to completely defeat Han Fei's consciousness and body.
90% of the memories in Han Fei's mind have turned black, but the remaining 10% cannot be changed. The memory that is deepest in his mind is completely red, and every scene in it is dripping with blood.
Under the oppression of the death curse, a laughter came from Scarlet's memory.
The sound was very small at first, but gradually the laughter began to get louder, out of control, and crazy.
All the blood-red memories were put together, and the bloody fragments formed a dilapidated orphanage, in which a laughing madman was trapped!
No one knew what he had gone through, only that he kept laughing and laughing wildly.
"Is this the real you? Let me help you take off the mask of hypocrisy, let me see if you and I are the same person? Let me see if you are qualified to be the body of my soul!"
The numbers on the elevator display screen were changing rapidly, the space in the elevator car was getting smaller and smaller, and a stronger desire to die began to activate the death curse.
The surface of his mind that turned black pressed downwards, and the laughing madman seemed to be expecting something. Unfortunately, no matter how the death curse was imprinted into his body, the orphanage where the madman lived could not be broken.
The deep red has surpassed the black of death.
The death curse struck repeatedly, but it could not take away the most critical memory in Han Fei's mind.
The voice hidden in the death curse gradually became violent, and the two sides were in a stalemate in their minds, until the black memories stirred up in the mind, and a little light in Han Fei's gloomy life lit up.
Talking to Wei Youfu for the first time, he saw Xiaoba raising flowers in the world, assisted Meng Changxi in catching Meng Changan, summoned Mingmei into the Xingfu Community and handed it over to Yingyue, and made a desperate leap into the flesh and blood factory in the Animal Alley.
Countless fellow travelers picked up the knife together...
The light spots of memory gradually increased, shining in the black mind.
Han Fei's chaotic brain finally regained some sanity. He waved his arms in the air and grasped something with all his strength with his five fingers!
"Afterlife!"
The bright sword light was like a burning flame, instantly lighting up the ocean of death intent. Without any hesitation, he slashed the human blade to the most painful part of his head.
The brilliance scattered, as if something had been cut open, but no pain was felt.
There were more and more memory spots in Han Fei's mind, and the black mind soaked in the death curse was slowly filled with blood.
The unfamiliar voice in the death curse disappeared. It did not completely occupy Han Fei's mind, but it released the blood-red memory in Han Fei's mind.
The wild laughter came from the depths of his mind, but it rang in Han Fei's ears, as if there was someone laughing wildly behind him.
When he opened his eyes, Han Fei's eyes were bleeding. He looked around.
The elevator was in a complete state of disrepair, and the little boy fainted on the ground, with corpse spots growing on his originally handsome and cute face.
At this time, the elevator had stopped, there were no numbers on the display, and Han Fei didn't know which floor he was on.
He looked out through the opened elevator door and saw fragments of a giant cocoon scattered on the ground covered with red flowers.
Those fragments had human faces engraved on them, carrying the deepest malice. The black mist that enveloped the entire Dead Building Community was emanating from these giant cocoon fragments.
This chapter has been completed!