"Innocence is the last thing the deep world needs, so that hatred keeps you here."
"The orphanage above ground is full of stench and resentment, all the children are malicious, the caregivers are expressionless monsters, the house is full of garbage, and everyone plays killing games every day; but underground is like a paradise, in my memory
All the normal and beautiful things are hidden here, surrounding you."
"You should be his sustenance."
Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him. At this moment, he thought of himself. The blood-red memories were imprisoned in the orphanage deep in his mind. Everything he could recall was normal.
"All the good things?" The boy's voice came from the white house. He did not agree with Han Fei's view: "If you are the only one left in your world, even if you are surrounded by beautiful things, but you really
Will you feel happy?"
Han Fei felt that the boy was talking about him and comparing his feelings to his own. Han Fei himself was in a similar situation to the little boy now.
The memories of childhood in his mind were not good, but they were not bad either. However, in order to find the truth, he still chose to move towards darkness.
After all, false beauty is just a mirror image, just like the paintings on the walls of the orphanage. Although they look beautiful, they are just deceiving themselves and others.
"I can probably understand what you are thinking." Han Fei squatted in front of the white house: "You hope someone can find you, and now I have found you; you hope you can see the real world outside, and I can help you.
What I do more is to tell you that we are not enemies, but in a sense, we should be best friends."
The kid in the white house didn't reply for a long time. He seemed to be thinking about what Han Fei said.
"People who were supposed to have a happy childhood gradually became distorted and autistic under their so-called 'cultivation'. You will become like this now, alone in a white house, because of them." Han Fei knew Xiaobai Shoes.
Since he was once a child in an orphanage, his hostility towards this child is no longer so great. Of course, the main reason is that he cannot defeat the three haters from the plastic surgery hospital, so he wants to divide his opponents.
"Is my tragedy because of them?"
"Yes, come out. Don't lock yourself in the canvas anymore. There is real scenery in the outside world. I can take you to see it together." Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him. He didn't know the boy's expression at this time.
What it is, he only knows that he has not lied to the boy in front of him. If the other person is willing to come out of the isolation, then he will be happy to take the boy to find the real light in the dark night.
The boy didn't reply. A long time passed, until cracks suddenly appeared on the wall and the screams of his fingers could be clearly heard in the room. Only then did the boy make his own decision.
"This orphanage is my last support. If I leave here, all the darkness will be poured into my body, and no false thoughts can blind my eyes. I will see the most real and terrifying side of the world...
The boy's voice was trembling: "Do you want to leave from here?"
"Would you rather be imprisoned in a man-made paradise, or would you rather break free and come with me to see what's at the end of hell? I can't guarantee that you will be able to obtain salvation, but I know that you will never be able to obtain it if you stay here
Redemption." Han Fei kept persuading. While he was talking to the boy, the white walls began to fall off and the building shook a few times.
The fingers trapped in the painting seemed to be rebelling crazily again.
"After I saw you, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I should be you." The boy's voice changed slightly from before, and he seemed to have finally made up his mind: "There is only one way to leave here, and that is
Kill everyone except me. Every child, every teacher, every life here is a part of me. They are all my distracting thoughts. Everyone has the same number 024. Only by killing them all
If I kill him, all my consciousness will return to my body and I will have the possibility of leaving this orphanage."
"Kill everyone before you can leave?" Han Fei was stunned for a moment.
"I am the only one underground, and they are just my stray thoughts. This is the only way, because I know one person did this, and he later disappeared into the blood-red night." The boy's voice was innocent.
Wu Xie: "Do you think it's cruel? But some of those distracting thoughts merged with malice and became monsters who only know how to kill, and some were contaminated by hatred and turned into vicious lunatics. If you ignore them, they will kill more in the future.
Many people.”
"I don't feel cruel, I just feel that these things..." As long as Han Fei thinks about these things, the memories in his mind will be dyed red a little bit.
He seemed to have made such a decision before. The person who disappeared in the bloody night in the little boy's mouth seemed to be talking about him.
Just listening to the boy say these things, Han Fei couldn't calm down in his heart. Wild laughter would appear in his ears from time to time, and the blood-red memory fragments were gradually stirring up the entire ocean of memories.
"Didn't you let me choose to leave?" Han Fei fell silent when he heard the boy's rhetorical question.
He looked at the white house in front of him, at the pure white walls and clean and tidy buildings around him, as if he had gone back to a long time ago. He seemed to be looking at his childhood self from the perspective of a bystander.
"What are you going to do?"
"I will let my mother kill them. When I was imprisoned underground, only my mother would always be by my side. She is my only relative and will always be the one who loves me." The boy just finished speaking.
Han Fei heard the horrifying sound of his skin being pierced.
He turned around and saw that the tattered stuffed doll had torn open its belly, and hidden inside a pile of black cotton was a knife and a pure white heart.
It pierced the little boy's chest without any hesitation. The boy still held the puppet until the end. When he was killed, he still had a trace of relief on his face: "Mom..."
The blood from the little boy fell on the white house, and the first blood flower bloomed on the pure white house. At the same time, the pure white heart in the puppet's body also gained a trace of blood.
Han Fei was still standing in the room full of rooms, while the puppet ran out with the sharp knife.
The screams one after another rang in the ears, and there were blood flowers on the white house. The boy seemed to be preparing to dye the white house red.
All of this was just like what Han Fei saw in his memory. The feeling of overlapping memory and reality made him feel dazed.
The bloody orphanage in the back of his mind shook together with the No. 024 orphanage in front of him, and the wild laughter had an increasing impact on Han Fei.
"Is this the bloody night?"
Walking out of the room, Han Fei looked around. The originally pure white corridor was covered with blood. Blood stains were flowing on the bright floor, and the beautiful illusion was pierced.
"Don't chase me! You monster! Don't come here!"
Han Fei followed the puppet forward. He saw a child in white clothes falling to the ground, and the puppet approached little by little with a sharp knife.
The child was crawling on the ground, grabbing everything around him and throwing it at the puppet.
But those things couldn't cause any harm to the puppet. The puppet was already scarred and it was used to all kinds of pain.
"Monster! Get away!"
The boy shouted loudly, with fear on his face, and the sounds of monsters reached Han Fei's ears, and passed into the orphanage that was slowly turning red.
"monster?"
Han Fei in the Bloody Orphanage seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He smiled so hard that the corners of his mouth were about to be torn apart.
As he laughed crazily, the memory chains binding the Bloody Orphanage tightened again.
The puppet approached among the monsters, and without any hesitation, it plunged the sharp knife into the boy's body.
The white coat was dyed red, the white shoes were soaked in blood, and a blood flower bloomed on the white orphanage, like a red flower of the other side swaying in the wind.
Walking across the bloodstain, the puppet slapped the door of the entertainment room. It slowly lost patience and smashed the glass on the door with a sharp knife.
With its tattered body and its slowly turning red heart, the puppet crawled into the recreation room with a knife.
"Don't hurt these kids!"
The nursery guard protected the two children behind her. She grabbed the wooden horse in the entertainment room and stared closely at the puppet.
The children were crying and the caregiver was extremely scared.
"Why do you do this! We didn't hurt you! We didn't want to kill you! Many things that happened were accidents. Don't be impulsive and don't go any further!"
The nursery's harsh voice overlapped with a voice in Han Fei's mind, sharp and crying, mixed with fear.
It's so similar. Han Fei seems to have experienced everything that's happening now.
The memory chain in the depths of his mind rattled, and Han Fei in the Bloody Orphanage walked forward with the puppets in the entertainment room.
There was no sympathy or pity in their eyes, and the white hearts on their chests were slowly turning red.
"Bang!"
Han Fei in the Bloody Orphanage reached out and grabbed the door of the orphanage, and the puppet in the entertainment room raised the sharp knife in his hand.
"You guys run!"
The nursery told the orphans to run quickly. She raised the wooden horse toy and waved it towards the puppet with great effort.
The sharp knife kept slashing at the belly of the wooden horse, and the vicious carvings seemed to be printed directly in Han Fei's eyes.
He had this in his memory! In his memory, the toy rocking horse in the recreation room of the orphanage had knife marks all over its belly!
Sawdust flew into the air, and the nursemaid only persisted for a short while before she was killed with a sharp knife. Her blood flowed onto the wooden horse and seeped into the scars.
Han Fei raised his hand uncontrollably and reached for the wooden horse toy. He didn't know if he wanted to stop the puppet from continuing to kill, or if he wanted to catch the wooden horse that was almost the same as in his memory.
Without exception, all the children who were seen turned into corpses. The faces reflected in Han Fei's eyes, his pupils kept trembling, and the wild laughter deep in his mind crashed into his reason like waves over and over again.
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The two memories he recalled at first only made Han Fei feel painful, but now these scenes awakened the despair deep in his mind.
All the children and teachers in the orphanage are the distracting thoughts of No. 024. If he wants to leave here and regain control of his body, he must kill all the distracting thoughts.
"Am I the same way back then?"
A person is born with various emotions, but Kuangxiao, who was imprisoned in the Blood Orphanage, could only laugh. In order to get out of the cage, did he also kill all other emotions?
"My personality tends to be healing. When my emotions are destroyed, there is a chance that they will slowly recover. Was the original experiment just to let me kill my emotions over and over again?"
"I lost my smile, but the men in the Bloody Orphanage can do nothing but laugh. We..." Han Fei wanted to think rationally, but his mind was already occupied by wild laughter.
The figures in the bloody orphanage were holding on to the door. The scene Han Fei saw seemed to deeply stimulate him, and he wanted to come out!
Before playing "Perfect Life", Han Fei never imagined that he would encounter such a thing. As the memories in his mind gradually turned red, his iron will began to waver.
Crazy laughter rang in his ears, and Han Fei even smelled the pungent smell of blood. Every memory in his mind seemed to turn red!
Looking at the corpses on the ground, after each orphan is killed, their faces will become blurred, and the numbers on their clothes will slowly disappear.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but in Han Fei's eyes, the corpses of the children began to look more and more like him. Affected by the blood-red memory in his mind, Han Fei even felt that it was not the distracting thoughts of No. 024 that were being slaughtered now, but the people of different ages.
he.
"Help us! We don't want to die! Can you help us?" The last remaining child in the underground orphanage ran to Han Fei, his face full of fear and tears.
Seeing the helpless and desperate look of the child, Han Fei subconsciously reached out his hand to protect the child behind him.
There was no reason or reason, he just followed his own nature and wanted to do this, but his arm was only raised halfway and could no longer be lowered.
Wild laughter filled his ears. The hysterical laughter contained an unspeakable despair, and Han Fei's behavior was also affected.
Suppressing wild laughter, when Han Fei finally caught the orphan, the sharp knife had already penetrated his body.
Blood flowed from his heart, and the child looked directly at Han Fei. His wide eyes were filled with the despair that Han Fei was most familiar with.
This time Han Fei could see very clearly that the boy's body temperature was slowly dropping, and his face became more and more like Han Fei.
The corpse in front of him became a mirror, reflecting Han Fei's forgotten past.
He saw his killed self on the face of the corpse. Maybe it was just a stray thought, but he did have his own emotions.
The blood splashed onto Han Fei's body. The warm, viscous, and flowing blood clearly exuded the breath of life, but death always occurred whenever he saw it.
Han Fei hugged the body unconsciously and looked around.
The wild laughter in the bloody orphanage overlapped with Han Fei's eyes. When the white orphanage was completely dyed red, the scene they saw became the same.
"Bang!"
The flowing blood dripped on the grass, and the blood blurred the painted grass.
As the killings continued, more and more cracks appeared on the walls of the orphanage. Shi Zhi, who was imprisoned in the painting, saw the opportunity. He reached out and tore off the human faces on his body, tearing off the faces of those who were still begging for mercy.
His cheeks were plunged into the black fire of hatred.
"When I get out, you will all die!"
The black fire burned, and the paintings on the front wall were distorted. The figures of the ten fingers gradually became clear, and he walked out of the paintings step by step.
Killing intent and hatred were intertwined, and the ten fingers used black fire to clear the way. The paintings around him had completely changed their shapes. Each stroke of the oil painting became a thin life rope, and they were all wrapped around the ten fingers.
You have to force your fingers to return to the painting.
"It will take a long time to get here from the hospital, right? You have no chance."
With ten fingers, he stretched his arms into the black fire, as if he was using himself to support the black fire.
The flame burning hatred became more intense. When the flame burned to the extreme, the ten fingers caused the black fire to explode directly!
In a desperate move, Black Fire instantly destroyed the imaginary beauty on the walls, and the underground orphanage revealed its true appearance.
Cracks spread on the walls, the white walls were stained red, and there were blood stains everywhere. Black fire spread above the head and stinking blood continued to sprinkle, as if black flowers were withering in the rain of blood.
"Bloody Night!"
Looking at everything in front of him, countless memory scenes that he had never had before flashed through Han Fei's mind, and strange faces appeared one after another. They died tragically on the spot in various ways.
Han Fei couldn't stand still, and his only remaining rational thought came to his mind: Only the most desperate people can own the black box.
My mind was completely engulfed in blood red, and the blood-red orphanage that had been suppressed in the deepest part of my mind was slowly emerging.
Han Fei's good soul, evil soul and childhood memories desperately drag the three chains. They support Han Fei's personality. Goodwill allows Han Fei to know love and tolerance, and malice allows Han Fei to kill decisively and not be hurt by others. Childhood
The only remaining memory taught Han Fei to work hard to pursue happiness and light.
In the past, these three remnant souls could help Han Fei suppress the laughter deep in his mind, but on this day, when a scene similar to the bloody night appeared in front of Han Fei's eyes, the memory buried deep in his mind was touched.
The despair that had been avoided by forgetting poured out like a flood from a bursting embankment.
"Han Fei!"
The spiritual altar was opened, and ghosts gathered around Han Fei. Those cold and terrifying ghosts looked at Han Fei with worries.
"So you guys are here too." Shizhi closed his eyes, seeming to sense the surroundings. When he was sure that there was no other hatred around him, he reopened his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"I advise you to leave as soon as possible." Li Ban stared at his fingers coldly: "You were seriously injured in the department store, and most of your hatred was gone; after you escaped here, the hatred in your body was lost again in the orphanage.
Absorb it, plus you just forcefully consumed all the black fire of hatred in order to leave the oil painting. Without the black fire of hatred, you are no different from top-level resentment."
Shi Zhi's current condition is very bad, but hatred is still hatred after all. Li Ban wanted to make Shi Zhi retreat in spite of the difficulties, but he still underestimated Shi Zhi's insidiousness and viciousness.
"You're right. I can't ignite the black fire of hatred in a short time. It's really no different from a more powerful resentment. But even so, I won't have any problem killing a few of you." A trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the fingers.
, he looked at the paper house deep in the room that was about to be completely dyed red: "I will eat you all."
A ferocious smile appeared on the ugly face, the two human faces on the ten fingers slowly shattered, and two extremely uncoordinated arms grew out of his shoulders.
Even more terrifying things are yet to come. All the remaining facial marks on Shi Zhi's body begin to melt away, and more and more things begin to grow on his body.
Those limbs almost wrapped him into a ball of flesh, which looked extremely weird.
"I will print your faces on my chest, and you will never be able to escape forever!"
Shi Zhi's body is swelling, and the black fire in his heart has almost been extinguished, but the remaining trace of hatred will still cause great harm to the resentment.
No matter how the dead building owners attack, it is difficult to damage the vital points of the ten fingers, but as long as they are touched by the ten fingers, a large piece of their soul will be torn off.
What's worse is that Ten Fingers' recovery ability is extremely strong. He puts the torn soul fragments directly into his mouth to recover the trauma he suffered.
"Stop him!"
All the neighbors spontaneously protected Han Fei at the back. Li Ban and Cai first used their abilities to affect Shi Zhi, but there was a gap between resentment and hatred, and their talents were difficult to work on Shi Zhi.
"Xu Qin, take Han Fei back first, he is in very bad condition!"
The neighbors almost used their bodies to fight to clear a way for Han Fei, but Shi Zhi had long seen that Han Fei was the core, and he had a special hatred for Han Fei.
Whether in the shrine world or the deep world, Han Fei had ruined his good deeds. If he could only kill one person at the scene, he would definitely choose Han Fei.
"Occupy your body, there should be a chance to get the shrine back!" The huge body with ten fingers rushed towards Han Fei. He hid his remaining hatred in a certain arm. As long as he attacks with all his strength, ordinary resentment will be driven away.
, unable to block even a single blow.
Seeing the fingers rushing towards her, Xu Qin pushed Han Fei away, and the most vicious curse poured out from the knife in her hand.
"Step aside!"
The ten fingers of the arms were entangled together to grab Xu Qin, and the arm filled with hatred directly grasped Xu Qin's knife.
The curse could not hurt Hatred immediately, and Xu Qin was knocked to the ground heavily.
The blood containing the curse made Xu Qin's lips become even brighter red. She stared at the body with ten fingers and stabbed the table knives into her body.
"I really want to taste the taste of hatred."
Curses were like the strangest patterns, appearing all over Xu Qin's body along with the flowing blood.
When the last table knife penetrated, Xu Qin's reason was completely swallowed up by the curse. Hundreds of different curses were intertwined on her body. At this moment, her fingers had to turn back.
"Take Han Fei and go first!"
Xu Qin's voice rang in the underground orphanage, and the shouts of neighbors continued to reach his ears. Han Fei stood in the rain of blood. The red-stained orphanage was very similar to the bloody night in his memory, but it was also different.
There are some differences.
On that desperate night, he was alone and could only hear his own voice.
But on this night, there were countless people waiting for him.
Crazy laughter rang in his mind, and the corners of Han Fei's mouth began to slowly rise. He didn't know why he killed before, but now he clearly understood the meaning of his killing.
The blood-red memory was like a wave, constantly engulfing him. He struggled with all his strength, but when he woke up occasionally, he saw Xu Qin whose body was pierced by a table knife. He didn't care about the stunned Yinglong rushing at the front, and using despair as a weapon.
cry.
"That bloody night will never happen again."
Under the impact of a large number of bloody memories and despair, Han Fei made a choice.
The evil soul desperately grasping the chain of memory deep in his mind understood it, and a trace of excitement flashed in his evil eyes.
"Since we all have the same soul, why should we be bound?"
At Han Fei's signal, the Evil Soul loosened its grip on the memory chain.
The good soul and childhood memories were instantly shaken away by the chains, and Han Fei's mind turned into a sea of blood.
Crazy laughter came from Han Fei's mind. The bloody figure standing in the orphanage looked somewhere, and his face slowly became clear.
At the same time, an exaggerated smile appeared on the corner of Han Fei's mouth. When he opened his eyes again, there was no kindness and tenderness in his eyes, nor was there any pain and despair.
This chapter has been completed!