A ferocious cat-faced ghost appeared behind Han Fei, constantly converting the yin energy in the black snake into Han Fei's power.
In the memory world, without the existence of the black snake, the ghost patterns are completely unable to exert their true power. Han Fei has not tried to try his best to see how much damage he can cause to the ghosts in the deep world.
"Afterlife!"
The knife in his hand was pushed to the extreme, and Han Fei and his arms grabbed the handle of the knife. The dazzling light instantly cut through the black curtain on the top of the hotel, leaving a huge gap nearly three meters long.
Screams suddenly sounded from all directions, and the harsh female voice almost penetrated everyone's eardrums.
Along with the black curtain, there were countless life ropes connected to the black curtain. The life ropes that emerged from the man's wounds were cut off, and a black rain fell in the sky. As for the remaining life ropes,
The human nature is absorbed by the Purana Knife.
"This voice is the same as the female voice on the room service call before. It's her again!"
All the life ropes were cut off, and the man who looked like a puppet fell to the ground. He was covered in injuries. He looked at Xu Qin's shoes and kept begging her: "Kill me, please kill me."
!Just kill me!"
Xu Qin lifted up his shoe and was about to crush the man's heart with one foot when suddenly another maniacal laughter came from the black screen above his head.
Slowly, the black curtain on the top of the art exhibition completely slid down, and everyone was surprised to see a photo posted behind the black curtain.
Some are of women, some are of men, some were taken during their lifetime, but most of them were taken after their death.
Aunt Li and Liuli Mao were sitting on the ground. They no longer dared to look up. This was simply a kind of torture for ordinary people. Their hearts could not bear such a scene.
With a retching sound, Tetsuo sat down on the freezer.
Yantang also looked pale, but what he was more curious about was why Han Fei didn't react at all?
If it was the mask that covered his face, why were his eyes still so calm, like a deep pool in the mountains without even a ripple.
"Brother Youfu, aren't you afraid?"
"I have a similar wall in my house." Han Fei was talking about the wall where he usually analyzed cases. It was covered with photos of victims, but after hearing his answer, several players' hearts skipped a beat.
Han Fei had seen too many photos of victims in the deep world. He had seen all kinds of death photos, so not only was he not afraid at this time, but he also opened his eyes to observe every photo.
I don't know whether the ability brought out from the memory world has not disappeared, or whether it is affected by the personality fragments, but Han Fei feels that he often finds something special in his left eye.
Just like now, when a woman's laughter came, Han Fei was very keen to see that some of the people in the photos were smiling.
The women in those photos look very similar, but it can only be said that they are very similar. Looking from left to right, the woman's appearance changes from ordinary to more and more beautiful, and in the end she is simply one of a kind.
.
She had a beauty that most people envied, but at this moment she looked like she was crying, her eyes were full of resentment, and her lips were stained with blood.
"Why do I think she looks familiar? She seems to be a former singer? But why is she the only one smiling?" Han Fei pulled Yantang to his side: "After you arrived at the hotel last night, did you receive a call from the room service?"
"The guest room phone rang seven times, and Shen Luo answered it all." Yantang didn't know what Han Fei wanted to say.
"Can you see the biggest photos at the top? The dead people in all the photos have hideous faces, only this woman is smiling." Han Fei entered the hotel for too short a time, and there are still many rooms that he has not checked. He must check now. It was too late, so he thought of Yantang.
Although this player is very lucky, he has an extremely rare B-level talent and an initial brainpower of up to nine points. Maybe he will find some clues.
"The woman who is laughing..." After Yantang looked at it for a while, his eyes suddenly opened wide: "I have seen her!"
"Where did you meet?"
"The hotel staff lounge! Whether it's the staff's room or the boss's private room, all of them are hung with her artistic photos!" Yantang remembered something: "When I first entered the hotel last night, I went directly to I entered the surveillance room, but I didn’t expect that this woman’s photo would be hung in the place where the security guard slept. I felt something was wrong at that time! Another point! We saw a lot of killers in the hotel last night. Some of them were hotel cleaners, and some were hotel workers. Security guards, some are front desk staff, everyone looks different, but their voices all sound like a woman’s voice!”
Yantang pointed to the photo above his head, and then pulled Liuli Mao to his side: "Brother Youfu, Liuli Mao knows something about that woman."
The timid Liuli Mao covered her arm, her face was bloodless, and she was so frightened that she had no strength: "The woman in the photo is a singer. She is not famous, but her voice is very beautiful, and she is also very popular. She is extremely talented. She was spotted by a company when she was very young. The company appreciated her voice and talent, but thought her appearance was ordinary, so they asked her to write songs specifically for another female singer."
"Of course the woman is not willing to do this. She only wants to release her own songs, but her own songs never become popular. In fact, the company is doing this. They don't promote it at all and just want to squeeze her at the lowest price."
"The singer was still very young at the time. She later posted singing videos on the Internet, but there were always a lot of trolls attacking her appearance, using her family as an excuse, and making up various rumors."
"After that, she disappeared. No one knew where she went. The songs she left behind suddenly became popular after many years, but no one could find the singer again." Liuli Maojiang knew it himself. He said everything, which surprised Han Fei.
"What's the name of that female singer? How do you know these things?" Han Fei stared at Liuli Cat, as if he wanted to see through her heart.
"She is not a professional singer, and no one knows her real name. Everyone only knows her online name is Liuli. Her voice is extremely beautiful, and her throat seems to have been kissed by an angel, but her songs are better than the others. A bird of despair, like a lost bird, looking at the wilderness, and then plucking out its own feathers one by one." Liuli Mao put his hands on his chest: "I am also a music student. Some of my experiences are similar to hers. Similar, although she is not very famous, she is the best singer in my heart."
"Why does a singer appear here? Why does he hate the hotel owner so much?" Yantang desperately thought about the connection. As a player in the shallow world, he may not be used to the way of thinking in the underworld.
While he was frowning and thinking, Han Fei already had the answer: "Aunt Li just said that the hotel only accepts guests from that plastic surgery hospital. The female singer must come here for plastic surgery. She looks more and more beautiful in these photos.
Beautiful, her smile became more and more sad and painful. It seemed that she also lost something when she became beautiful. Judging from her constant torture of the hotel owner, it must have been the first owner of the hotel who killed her, and he still used the most powerful means to kill her.
Cruel way."
Han Fei grabbed Yantang: "Did you just say that the hotel owner also has photos of women hanging in his private room?"
"Yes." Yantang's eyes also became brighter, and he felt that he was about to learn Han Fei's perspective on thinking about problems.
"Take me there immediately!" Han Fei grabbed Yantang Tienan and started running out of the hall.
Xu Qin, who was hesitating whether to kill the hotel owner or not, saw Han Fei leaving, grabbed the altar and threw it over.
After catching the altar, Han Fei and Yantang came to the ninth floor together.
Although there are also guest rooms on the ninth floor, tourists are not allowed to enter here, and the electronic locks on the doors are different from those on the floors below.
"right here!"
Kicking open the door of the innermost room on the ninth floor, Han Fei felt a chill coming from the ring. He drew his knife and walked slowly into the room.
The hotel owner transformed the ninth floor into a special guest room, which looks no different from an ordinary guest room from the outside. In fact, there is a secret door hidden in the room.
All rooms on the ninth floor are interconnected, and there are a large number of hidden compartments. Those hidden compartments contain some torture tools.
"According to my speculation, the hotel owner would lure the prey to the ninth floor and then take the opportunity to kill the victim."
Yantang led Han Fei into the master bedroom. A photo of Liuli hung on the huge single bed. She still showed a sad smile in the photo.
Stepping on the bedside table, Han Fei was about to take down the photo when Yantang suddenly stopped him.
"We wanted to take photos last time, but as long as we touched the photos, all kinds of things would be attracted to us."
"It doesn't matter." Han Fei took off the photo with both hands. The photo looked very light, but in fact it was as heavy as an adult.
There was sticky blood and black hair on the back of the photo, and there was another photo pasted behind the normal photo frame.
The blood-stained photo at the back shows an ordinary-looking woman, blindfolded and tied to a chair, seemingly singing.
In front of her was the operating table, and a man was making so-called "artwork" with his back to her.
Blood splattered on the woman's face. She was scared to death, but she still seemed to dare not stop singing.
"This should be the truth."
"Bang!"
The woman's photo frame fell to the ground. When Han Fei went to help the photo frame, he found blood seeping out from under the bed board.
He lifted up the entire bed and saw that someone had left lines of shocking words in blood under the bed.
"On November 9th, the hospital told me that I was not qualified, but the male owner of the hotel felt that my talent should not be buried. I thought I had met a noble man and was very happy, so I decided to follow his request.
After waiting one more night in the hotel, he promised me that he would convince the doctors at the hospital."
"On November 10, at around one o'clock in the morning, the phone in the guest room suddenly rang, asking me if I needed room service. I hung up the phone politely, but not long after, the other party called me again. I was a little angry.
I talked to them a few more words. I thought they would let it go, but who knew they would call again not long after."
"I was very annoyed and unplugged the phone line. I played with my phone for a while and then fell asleep again."
"I don't know how long it took, but I always felt something around me. I opened my eyes suddenly and suddenly found that all the lights in my room had been turned off!"
"I clearly remember turning it on when I was sleeping. I was so scared that I went to get my phone, but then I suddenly heard a man's voice ringing in my ear."
"Do you need room service?"
Before Han Fei finished reading, the phone in the guest room suddenly rang, startling both him and Yantang.
"Brother Youfu, can we pick him up?" Yantang is still young, and this withdrawn and aloof student seems so well-behaved in front of Han Fei that he almost doesn't look like the same person.
"Why don't you answer?" Han Fei picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
A creaking sound rang on the phone, and not long after, a woman seemed to lie in Han Fei's ear and said: "Do you need room service?"
Drawing the knife and slashing towards his left side, Han Fei seemed to have guessed in advance that the opponent would attack him.
A black life rope was cut off directly, but it was like poking a hornet's nest, and the whole room began to change.
A woman's crazy laughter came from the microphone, the TV, the mirror, the photo, the window. At a glance, almost everywhere there was a woman slowly revealing half of her face with blood and tears.
She repeated the words "Do you need room service" over and over again, and her twisted body slowly came closer.
This scene scared Yantang to the point of collapse. No matter how calm a person is, he will lose his mind after seeing such a scene.
"Don't be afraid, she is already surrounded by us." Han Fei reached out and pressed Yantang's shoulders, pulling him behind him.
"Brother, are you crazy?" Yantang clutched Han Fei's sleeve tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably, and he could no longer stay calm.
"You are extremely talented and have a high initial brain power, but your perspective on things is too self-centered. Follow me from now on, and I will change your life." Han Fei opened the spiritual altar in his hand, and the whole room
The shadows seemed to have taken on life, and ghostly shadows walked out of them.
Han Fei blocked Yantang's view, turned his head and continued to read the red text on the back of the bed board.
"On November 11th, last night, the mall owner took me to the art exhibition on the tenth floor in the middle of the night. He told me how much he loves art. He called his work a feast of human bodies. That madman used to be
The doctor at the plastic surgery hospital used the human body as a material for sculpture, and he gradually became addicted. He needs to create more wildly and freely."
"Stereotyped beauty is no longer his pursuit, but he can't arbitrarily operate on customers' faces, so he has other ideas."
"The tenth and eleventh floors are art exhibitions, with his paintings on display during the day and his sculptures on display at night."
"That devil is right. He really values my talent and doesn't want it to be buried, so he wants to make me his music box and make me a part of his art."
"On December 30, I had the most beautiful singing voice and the most beautiful cheeks in the world, but except for them, I lost everything."
"Every night the devil would compose in my desperate singing. I was forced to watch him do those crazy actions. I knew that I had become a monster."
"I no longer have human emotions in my heart, and I suddenly can no longer sing the songs I once loved so much."
"The throat that was once kissed by the angel is now locked by the devil."
"Despair turned to numbness, and I bit off my tongue, like a bird killed in a cage."
Han Fei had already read the bloody words on the bed board, and all the shadows in the hotel room had been killed by the neighbors. When Yantang came to his senses again, there was only a mess left in the room.
When the last shadow was dispersed, the woman's photo and photo frame shattered into several pieces, with bright red blood flowing out, and a faint singing voice coming from it.
"Let's go and destroy all her photo frames!" Han Fei has always been very reasonable, but he was afraid that the other party would be unreasonable, so he wanted to weaken the other party's strength as much as possible.
"This large-scale resentment is really difficult to deal with."
Holding the altar, Han Fei, under the leadership of Yantang, pierced all the photo frames placed in the employee lounge and work room with a death knife.
Blood will flow out of each photo frame, and the expression of the woman in the photo frame will return to normal, and she will no longer show that sad and painful smile.
The large-scale resentment did not take Yantang and the others to heart at first and gave them the opportunity to run around. It happened that Yantang was careful, which allowed Han Fei to destroy all the photo frames in the shortest possible time.
When the last piece of the woman's photo frame was destroyed, the woman's harsh laughter came from the top of the building.
If you look carefully, you can still find that there is a faint sound of singing in the laughter.
"Go back to the tenth floor!"
Running towards the tenth floor, Han Fei held a life-saving knife to open the way. Ordinary regrets could not stop him at all.
After kicking open the door, in the art exhibition hall on the tenth floor, a large number of life ropes were hanging from the photos, connected to the corpses in the freezer, and besieging Xu Qin.
"Photos! Destroy the photos at the top!" Han Fei shouted loudly, and the neighbors in the altar started to attack at the same time. It was difficult for the already weakened woman to resist.
One photo after another was pierced, and when Han Fei was about to chop the last photo into pieces, all the remaining life ropes on the roof wrapped around the photo and hit the glass cat.
Liuli Mao, who could only sing and dance, had almost no fighting power, and she did not expect that her first meeting with her idol would be in this way.
The black life rope is like a hook that chases souls. As long as it is touched, it will penetrate into people's souls and memories. The woman has gone completely crazy. Her delicate face in the photo has been torn apart. The mouth that once sang an incomparably beautiful song is now
After opening, only countless bloodshot threads remained.
"I've always wanted to see you..."
It was too late to dodge, and Liuli Mao didn't seem to think about evading at all. She clasped her hands together and hummed a special melody.
There are no lyrics, but the melody seems to completely jump over people's hearts. It is extremely touching, but also extremely sad.
"The despair you experienced in the past is happening again to me, and I can't hold on any longer." Tiny cracks appeared on the surface of Liuli Mao's skin. She didn't seem to care about life or death, she just wanted to finish humming the song.
It seems to be her last wish.
Hearing the familiar melody, a trace of pain appeared in the eyes of the woman in the photo. She struggled for a while, but she did not stop in the end.
The photo with the life rope wrapped around it hit the Liuli Cat, but the eyes of the Liuli Cat suddenly opened on its coat.
The empty eyes seemed to come from under the abyss. A little girl holding a fish tank silently stared at the woman in the photo.
The crying gradually suppressed all sounds, and a bright knife smashed the photos and life ropes from behind.
A tongueless woman sat on the small stage, her hands and feet were chained to a chair, and a golden music box was placed in front of her.
In the music box that looked like a golden birdcage, there was half a tongue filled with endless resentment and curses.
"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully completed the F-level task - special room service! Add three skill points! Obtained the F-level skill - Art Appreciation."
As the photos scattered, the biting chill dissipated.
As if the invisible gauze in the air was torn to pieces, the depressing feeling slowly disappeared, and Han Fei and the others broke through the ghost wall.
The art exhibition hall on the tenth floor has also changed. The freezers filling the exhibition hall have turned into paintings. The only thing that remains unchanged is the stage in the center of the exhibition hall.
"Art Appreciation (Level F): You have special requirements for artworks, and you also have a special aesthetic. You can easily see flaws in artworks. This ability can be used five times per night."
When he heard that the system had been upgraded, Han Fei didn't care at first. He was not interested in life skills such as art appreciation, but who knew that when he looked at Yantang beside him, the system actually prompted him whether to use his art appreciation ability.
After deciding to use this ability, Han Fei actually saw the weakest point of Yantang's protection. He saw the "flaws" on a living person!
"Does this art appreciation treat people and ghosts as works of art?" Han Fei tried again while crying. Sure enough, this art appreciation ability can help him find the enemy's flaws, allowing him to concentrate all his strength on the attack.
Opponent's weaknesses.
"Body art is indeed art."
Han Fei used it again on the woman on the stage. This time he saw a bloody life rope hidden behind the woman, as well as the half of the tongue in the music box.
After exchanging glances with Xu Qin, Han Fei and a group of neighbors gathered around.
Breaking the ghost wall has consumed a lot of the opponent's Yin energy, so now is the best time to take action.
Taking out the death knife, Han Fei was about to move forward when a familiar melody suddenly sounded in the silent art exhibition hall on the tenth floor.
The song Liuli Cat hummed just now started playing again, but this time the song was coming from the music box.
Han Fei and the neighbors thought that the woman was going to resist, but who expected that the woman slowly opened her eyes and looked at the glazed cat.
She shook the chains on her body, and her body began to move a little bit. She wanted to stand up, but her rotting body was trapped on the chair, and her soul was pierced by the life rope behind her.
The woman is the core of the entire building. Her resentment wraps up the building and she can control everything in the building, but she is also forever trapped in the place she wants to escape from most.
This chapter has been completed!