Memories emerged in Han Fei's mind amid wild laughter. The child holding a sharp knife was covered in blood. He looked behind him with a smile on his face.
There was no body found in the scene in his memory, but as the boy turned around, everything was stained red.
The blood-red restaurant and the sunny smile on the boy's face formed an extremely sharp contrast.
From the memory fragments, we couldn't tell why the boy was laughing. He seemed to have lost all human emotions and could only show that warm and healing smile.
The night lights in the restaurant were turned on again, and the dim light dispelled the darkness.
The old wolf and the two pools of blood on the ground disappeared, and the thin monkey and the little fat man seemed to have never appeared here.
Everything seemed to be returning to normal, but Han Fei fell to the ground holding his head. He held his head firmly with both hands, as if his head would split in half if he didn't.
The severe pain stimulated every nerve, and the blood stains from the bloody orphanage dyed a lot of Han Fei's memories red.
"The fear of all the children in the white orphanage turned into wolves. In the red orphanage, I was the wolf. One of them ate countless children, and the other seemed to eat all their emotions and personalities?"
The young child stood alone at one end of the restaurant, covered in blood, and then turned back with a sharp knife.
Han Fei never expected that he would have such an experience: "The games played in this orphanage seem to have been played by me before. Playing these games again may stimulate me to think of more things."
Reason and hysterical laughter were constantly fighting, and Han Fei tried his best to suppress the self in the bloody orphanage.
When his mind was about to turn into a sea of blood, chains of memories appeared around the Blood Orphanage, representing Han Fei's childhood children and the good and evil spirits.
Each of them was holding a chain in their hands, as if to prevent the Scarlet Orphanage from "disappearing" in their minds.
"All the memories of childhood, kind souls, pure evil, everything is blocking the Scarlet Orphanage. What does the laughter in this Scarlet Orphanage mean?"
In other places, good and evil are the same as water and fire, but in Han Fei's mind, goodwill and malice are like brothers.
The trembling Scarlet Orphanage finally returned to normal, and more and more memory fragments appeared in Han Fei's mind, all related to the Old Wolf game.
The pain slowly eased, and Han Fei sat on the ground. The corners of his mouth and eyes seemed to be torn apart, with blood oozing out.
Opening the inventory, Han Fei took out the pig heart made by Xu Qin and took a big bite.
Swallowing food is the Midnight Butcher's best way to relieve stress.
His blood volume slowly recovered, and Han Fei got up from the ground. He also received another prompt from the system.
"Attention player No. 0000! You have successfully accompanied the children to complete the second game! Obtained the task reward clue two."
"Clue 2: The child you are looking for is the bad boy in everyone's heart."
The second clue is already very specific, and most of the orphans don't meet the requirements.
"The bad boy in everyone's heart? This guy who played the old wolf game with me is the worst boy. Everyone will think that he is a bastard secretly, but they dare not speak out in anger; but the little boy next to me seems to be too
Isolated by everyone, no one wants to play with him, thinking he is a bad boy who doesn’t listen to the nursery’s orders.”
If it weren't for the uncertainty, Han Fei might have stabbed the oldest boy when he got up.
At this time, the boy had already run towards the back and punched the girl with the broken leg one after another.
When the situation was very critical just now, the girl suddenly spoke and wanted to kill both Han Fei and the boy.
Every child in this orphanage must not be underestimated, and must not be careless just because they are children, otherwise they will not even know how to die.
Putting away the chains on the ground, Han Fei held down the boy's head. His eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Stop."
The more games you can play in this orphanage, the better. Han Fei is ready to try as many games as possible before hatred comes. He wants to figure out his past.
In the past, he was unable to bear the consequences of retrieving the bloody memory, but now he has the right to get closer to the truth.
"Who won just now?"
Han Fei spoke coldly, and the boy looked up at him, with a hint of malice hidden in his eyes: "Whoever touches the old wolf first wins, but neither of us touched the old wolf just now, so it's a draw."
After the boy finished speaking, he drew his neck back as if he was afraid that Han Fei would use violence.
"Okay, then let's play the third game."
As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, his hand was grabbed by the little boy, who persuaded Han Fei: "Stop playing, let's go first."
The oldest boy didn't expect Han Fei to be so easy to talk to. When he saw Han Fei agree, he immediately became energetic: "Best of three games, if you can win the next game, then I will definitely listen to you in the future, and I will do whatever you ask me to do."
OK."
This little beast is full of evil. In his eyes, humans are no different from other animals, and he is extremely selfish. He killed the thin monkey and the little fat man without any psychological burden, but when he was tricked by the girl, he immediately
He turned around and prepared to beat the girl to death.
In his eyes, other people's lives are like objects that can be discarded at any time.
Han Fei imprinted all the behaviors and expressions of these orphans in his mind. He felt that none of these children were good. They seemed to have been taught bad things and turned into poisonous apples that were normal on the outside but already rotten on the inside.
.
"The next game is also a game we often play. It's in the room further back." The boy carefully concealed the malice and hatred in his eyes. They were also children in the orphanage. The boy looked exactly like Han Fei when he was a child.
different.
In Han Fei's memory fragment, although he was holding a sharp knife, covered in blood, and turning red wherever he walked, he always had a warm smile on his face, and there seemed to always be light in his eyes. Those things were simply
It will not change due to changes in the surrounding environment.
Through this simple comparison, Han Fei also discovered the difference in himself: "At that time, I seemed to have lost all other emotions except smiling, but now it is just the opposite."
The boy grabbed the girl on the ground and forcibly took her with him toward the end of the restaurant.
Pushing open the door of the restaurant, there is a dark corridor outside. There is no window on both sides of the corridor. It is like a mine buried deep underground. Just entering it makes people feel suffocated.
A faint light reflects on the yellowed walls, and the night light in the middle of the corridor is the only light source here.
The oldest boy covered the girl's mouth, and he himself also slowed down, moving lightly and not daring to make any sound.
The inside of the orphanage was much larger than it looked from the outside. The black doors were tightly closed, and there were no signs hanging on the walls. Han Fei didn't know what was hidden behind the doors.
"right here."
The oldest boy dragged the girl with a broken leg and stopped deep in the corridor. He pointed to the door in front of him.
"The third game is called Cardboard House. We don't have many toys here, so everyone will collect cardboard boxes for transporting fruits and vegetables, and then use those broken boxes to build houses and castles."
"Is it a competition to see who builds a better-looking castle?" Han Fei has the ability to appreciate art. Whether it is the aesthetics of the underworld or the aesthetics of the earth, he can satisfy it.
"No, we will hide in those houses made of cardboard boxes. You can't destroy the boxes in any way, you can only look at them with your eyes. The time limit is five minutes. You have three chances to touch the box. If you don't select the box where we are hiding, it will be us.
Win." The boy seemed very confident.
"Is it similar to hide-and-seek?" Han Fei nodded: "Okay."
"You wait outside for a minute." Using both hands hard, the boy pushed the door open, and he and the girl walked in.
The door was closed, and Han Fei lay on the door panel and listened. After the two children entered the house, the footsteps disappeared, and no small sound was heard. It was very strange.
Counting the time in his mind, Han Fei noticed that the night light in the corridor began to dim, and something seemed to be approaching in the darkness.
"Play the game first, then think about other things."
Han Fei knew very well that curiosity killed the cat. He did not stay in the corridor. After counting for a minute, he took the little boy into the house.
There was a faint stench in the air, and the scene in front of him did not make him laugh wildly, which made Han Fei feel a little relieved.
"This room is so strange."
The small room is filled with small houses made of folded cardboard boxes. Most of the rooms are made like tombs. I have to say that the works of these children are very down-to-earth.
"They're hiding in here?"
Those waste paper boxes are not laid flat on the ground. Most of the boxes are stacked on top of each other, making it very confusing.
"It seems like you guys play this kind of game a lot." Han Fei glanced at the little boy next to him. The boy looked at the cardboard houses with a hint of envy.
"Only they can play. Every time they snatch all the cardboard boxes and create or destroy them. I can only watch them and cannot participate."
"Why don't they take you to play with them?" Han Fei asked the question he had wanted to ask for a long time.
"They always say that I am a bad boy. I run around and don't listen to the childcare staff and teachers. It seems that if I play with me, the childcare staff will be punished." The little boy said very aggrievedly.
"Then do you hate that caregiver? If you had the chance to make him disappear forever, would you choose to make him disappear?"
"You mean kill him?" It's hard to imagine that a child would say the word "kill" so casually.
"You can understand it that way."
"Then I won't let him disappear. He just hates me. There are many people who hate me in the world, and I can't make them all disappear." The boy was thinking about this problem very seriously.
"But what if they want you to disappear? Will you resist?" Han Fei's question was too heavy for a child.
After thinking for a long time, the little boy still shook his head: "If they want to kill me, then I will hide in a place where they can't find me. If they can't see me, it means I have disappeared. Yes, I
Just do it!”
The little boy's seemingly unintentional answer made Han Fei's pupils jump slightly.
In reality, Little White Shoes seemed to have hid in a place where no one could find him at first. People did not find him, and in the end only his body was found.
Looking back at the photos provided by Liulimao, the child wearing white shoes in one photo also likes to run around very much.
All these signs indicate that there should be a certain connection between the little boy and the white shoes.
While Han Fei was still thinking, the little boy suddenly raised his finger and pointed to the northeast corner of the room, and shouted excitedly: "Mom!"
Looking there, Han Fei saw the female stuffed doll being thrown on top of several cardboard boxes.
"They said you can't touch or destroy the boxes, but they didn't say you can't touch the dolls." Han Fei approached the northeast corner of the room. When he walked inside, he discovered that the surroundings were densely packed with refolded boxes, one by one.
One after another, they look like graves, which look quite scary in a dark room.
"We can't go any further." The puppets were too far away from them. If they wanted to continue walking, they would definitely hit the box there.
Staring at the puppet, Han Fei was thinking about how to take it off and return it to the little boy when he suddenly saw the puppet's fingers hanging from its belly, and the hand seemed to be pointing in a certain direction.
Looking along the puppet's hand, there was a strand of black hair peeking out from the gap in the cardboard box it was pointing to.
"Is this puppet reminding me?"
Han Fei was about to choose that box when his eyes spotted something else.
There is a small piece of the girl's clothes left on the edge of the box next to the box. It seems that she has forgotten to stuff all the clothes into the box in a hurry to hide. Looking further away, there is half a helpless open palm in the gap of the box one meter away, and further away
There was blood seeping out from under the box.
"These boxes are far apart, and their hair, hands, and clothes are not together."
"The slender and white fingers belong to that little girl, as do the clothes and long hair. Now there are two possibilities."
"There are still things in the first paper house. We are not the only ones in this house."
"Second, the girl has been divided into different parts and hidden in different paper houses. If they divide the two people into four parts, then I, who only have three choices, will definitely not be able to find them all."
Han Fei knew that little beast could do tricks, but he didn't expect that the other party might do this.
"Probably not." The little boy knew a lot, but even so, he was shocked when he heard Han Fei's words. Even the underworld orphanage rarely does this.
"It's possible that my thinking is complicated." Han Fei nodded slightly: "After the boys and girls enter the house, they only have one minute. It is difficult to complete the separation and hiding in one minute. Besides, I don't have any
Heard any screams."
"If nothing happens to the two children, it means there are other things hidden in these paper houses." Han Fei asked the little boy: "Did you notice anything strange when you watched them playing with the paper houses?"
"Everyone really likes to play with cardboard houses, but the nursery said that after everyone builds their own house, they cannot go in directly. They have to knock on the door first. If no one opens the door, they can push the door in by themselves."
"What kind of habit is this?"
Han Fei frowned and looked at those rooms. He was obviously playing a game, but in fact he was testing the other self deep in his mind.
He may have played this game before, and once he has played it, it should be able to trigger past memories.
Although the process of thinking about the past was extremely painful, Han Fei still wanted to do everything possible to find his lost self.
"Didn't I like making paper houses before?"
The perverted boy gave Han Fei a three-minute time limit. When there was only one minute left, Han Fei decided to try it first.
He slowly moved forward and opened the box pointed by the puppet.
Under the box was a lock of hair and a fragment of clothing. The two children were not hiding here.
"Should you knock on the door first and ask if anyone is inside?" the little boy reminded Han Fei softly, but it was already a bit late.
The room became obviously darker than before, and more and more things began to appear in the gaps of the paper houses.
There are patterns on the clothes, more and more blood stains, and a flash of eyes.
"There are two more chances." Han Fei threw aside the opened paper house. He jumped to the open space with the altar in his arms.
The puppet was very close here. Han Fei reached out and grabbed the puppet in his hand, then stood there and looked around.
He is now in the center of the room, where he can see many boxes blocked behind him.
His eyes moved slowly. He inherited fragments of the personality of the Mirror God, and his left eye still retained part of the ability to see reality, but even so, he found nothing.
Time passed minute by minute, and when it was about to end, Han Fei's eyes were attracted to a red paper house in the deepest part of the room.
For no reason, when he saw the paper house, he could no longer look away.
That small, dusty red house had a very special attraction for him, as if the red paper house was folded by his own hands!
The chains of memory rattled, and the little red house in Han Fei's eyes seemed to be slowly changing. When a sharp pain came to his mind, he saw another strange memory.
As a child, he huddled up in a white paper house. His body was shaking all the time, but he didn't dare to make any move.
There are various windows painted on the inner walls of the paper house, but those windows cannot be opened at all, and children cannot see what is going on outside.
Hiding in that kind of extreme depression, time became extremely slow. The child's face was buried deep in his knees. He did not dare to raise his head. At this time, his body was shaking with fear.
He seemed to have reached his limit and could no longer hold on.
A red blood flower bloomed on the cardboard house, and the bright red color penetrated from the outside of the cardboard into the inside.
There seemed to be a bloody rain outside, and more and more red flowers bloomed on the cardboard house, and the narrow traces of blood flowing out were like the petals of the other shore flower.
Blood-red flowers of the other side bloomed on the white house, until the white house was completely dyed red by the withered and falling "petals".
The boy's body was shaking more and more violently. When the white house turned completely red, the boy's face, buried deep in his knees, slowly lifted up.
The warm and healing smile on his face finally began to become distorted, the corners of his mouth raised, and the smile gradually turned into a hysterical and crazy laugh!
The boy walked out of the red house, and there was a blood-red night outside!
The wild laughter in the back of his mind was just like in his memory. He hugged his knees and sat on the steps at the entrance of the orphanage, looking up with his childhood self in his memory.
Hysterical laughter came from memory and echoed in reality.
Han Fei felt the heartbreaking pain again, and his expression was distorted. At this time, he could no longer care about the game and rushed directly to the red room in the corner of the room.
All the cardboard boxes blocking the road were pushed away, and he ran to the paper house. However, when his hand touched the red paper house, the originally blood-red house began to fade.
The system seems to have prompted him something, but he can't concentrate and listen now. The feeling of his mind being torn apart is getting stronger and stronger. His body has knocked over a paper house, and he has already bitten out his painful teeth.
Blood.
But even in this situation, he still hugged the altar tightly in his arms.
He is different now than before, he has something he needs to hold on to.
As long as there is a shred of sense left, he will not let go.
Regarding the spiritual altar in his hands, Han Fei showed a toughness that he didn't even realize.
After being tortured by wild laughter for a long time, the newly added memory fragment finally melted into his own mind.
Compared to the previous game, the memory involved in the game Paper House is more important to Han Fei, because the bloody night appeared in this memory.
If he continues to search, Han Fei feels that he will probably remember what happened on the bloody night.
"The bloody night is a word that is tabooed by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. For such a giant to keep silent, it shows how special that night was."
Slowly regaining his sense, Han Fei got up from the ground. At this time, most of the paper houses in the room had been destroyed, and the oldest boy also climbed out of his hiding place, with a sinister smile on his face.
Han Fei didn't pay attention to the boy. He vaguely remembered what the system seemed to have prompted him just now.
Opening the properties panel and inventory, Han Fei was stunned for a moment.
"Attention, player number 0000! Your initial brainpower will be increased by one!"
"Attention players numbered 0000! You have obtained the special item of the White Orphanage, the White House."
"White House (Special Mission Item): He may know why the White House turned into a Red House."
After Han Fei retrieved two memories, he found that his initial brain power had increased a little, reaching nine points.
"Can recalling the past increase brain power?"
Holding his still aching head, Han Fei was a little unsure: "Was I a very smart person before?"
"You lost! It's time to accept the punishment!" The boy kicked open the box next to him and walked to Han Fei.
"Punishment?" Han Fei shook his head: "Didn't we agree to win two out of three games? Even if you win this game, we will just draw."
"You still want to play the fourth game?" The boy has never seen an adult as difficult as Han Fei: "Okay, no problem."
"You have already proposed three games. Let me choose the next game." Han Fei stared at the boy and touched the death knife: "The new game is very simple. It's called Darkness. Please close your eyes."
This chapter has been completed!