The "red paint" dripping on the back of Han Fei's head seemed to come from this red room. When it stained Han Fei's body, Han Fei felt that he had a special connection with this room.
If the room is compared to a box, then he is the person locked in the box.
Never see the light of day, have no concept of time, just keep repeating some desperate and painful things.
Clenching his hands, Han Fei's eyes showed streaks of blood. He could feel his heart being stung, and the pain was far greater than the physical pain.
"I even forgot the despair I encountered, I just vaguely remember the feeling..."
Suddenly, a low laughter came from the back of his head. The laughter seemed to come from a child. He didn't know much about the world and only knew how to laugh. Over time, his smile began to contain all kinds of negative emotions.
Fear, grief, sadness, collapse, and then hysteria step by step, it became something else completely.
"He kept smiling. The first smile was for healing, but after healing many, many people, his smile became frightening to everyone. People began to be afraid, worried that he would kill everyone one day. !”
Standing in this blood-red room, immersed in hallucinations, Han Fei understood for the first time the profound meaning contained in the weird laughter.
"Is that person me? But I've obviously never laughed from the bottom of my heart?"
Memories flashed through his mind, and many fragmented memory puzzle pieces appeared in front of Han Fei's eyes.
Every time he exits the game, he will be stuck in a city frozen by blood, and during that short exit time, there is another bloody person standing behind him.
Han Fei couldn't clearly see the figure and appearance of the person behind him, but he clearly remembered that every time the maniacal laughter was released, the person standing behind him would have more emotions and become more like a living person!
This is the case in the game, but a very special thing also happened in reality...
Han Fei will never forget that one time after he quit the game, he looked through his phone and accidentally discovered that there was a photo of himself playing a game wearing a helmet on his phone.
The doors and windows were closed and locked, and there were police guards outside. It would be difficult for a living person to sneak into his home under these circumstances and take photos of him with his own mobile phone while he was playing games here.
Han Fei has always wanted to know who the person who took the photo was, but he didn't have an answer. He didn't delete the photo and kept it.
"What is the relationship between Laughter and me? Is he always looking at me? Or is he hiding in a black box?"
Black Box appeared earlier than Laughter, so this speculation was first denied by Han Fei.
The more he thought about it, the more confused his brain became, and now he desperately wanted to know the truth.
"Do you know the answer? Have you seen the people in the blood-red room!" Han Fei shouted at the children next to the operating table. Those children have all lost themselves. They are like products that provide high-quality characters to other children. Similarly, after having his personality removed, he becomes a useless waste, and he doesn't even have the face to be a ghost.
Hearing Han Fei's voice, some children came towards Han Fei. Xia Yilan, who was on the operating table, took this opportunity and screamed like crazy. Her face was completely deformed.
"Take me away! I know the red room! There is only one real red room. That room is used to extract children's personalities. All operations are completed in that bloody room!"
After Xia Yilan said these words, black and red blood flowed from her mouth, and her flawless face seemed to be split.
"Help me! Help me! The red room is underground, I have been there! I can take you to the real red room!"
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The children smeared red cake on her face and kept stuffing it into her mouth. Xia Yilan, who had been unable to make subtle expressions because of her face change, showed her deepest understanding of fear this time. The scream almost pierced Han Fei's eardrums.
Han Fei, who actively immersed himself in hallucinations and allowed himself to be dominated by those weird things, also became a little more awake.
"Okay, I believe you again."
Han Fei grabbed Xia Yilan's calf and tried to pull Xia Yilan towards him.
Seeing that Han Fei was trying to rob someone, those little ghosts without facial features all rushed over.
A pair of small hands stained with blood-colored cake grabbed Han Fei, and the red "human blood cake" was smeared on Han Fei's body.
But the strange thing is that he didn't feel pain or madness, but just an inexplicable sadness.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear the cries of children.
Blood-red curse words appeared directly on Han Fei's clothes. A child who called himself number "4" left curses filled with hatred and malice. He wanted to make his room a second bloody one. The red room, he longed for the blood-red room, and dreamed of becoming the next person to live in the blood-red room, but unfortunately he couldn't do it.
When the words of blood began to appear on Han Fei's body, he was truly affected for the first time.
Different from the psychological hints that the butterfly kept bringing him, Child No. 4 kept calling, and then the fragmented blood-red memories in his mind began to respond actively.
In the deep world, Han Fei had never thought there was anything wrong with those bloody memory fragments, but when they were awakened by the curse words of child No. 4, Han Fei found that his past memories of childhood seemed to be completely torn apart.
"Are all my memories of childhood false?"
The seeds of doubt have been planted long ago, and they are taking root and sprouting under the catalysis of bloody memories.
This feeling of denying the past was extremely painful and torturous. The children kept smearing new "cakes" on Han Fei's body, as if they were using their own flesh and blood to celebrate Han Fei's new life.
"Take me away..." Xia Yilan shouted at the top of her lungs. She was about to die.
Enduring the tearing feeling in his mind, Han Fei picked up Xia Yilan and ran out of the blood-red room.
After leaving the room, the severe pain in the back of Han Fei's head slowly subsided, but the depression that enveloped his heart and mind did not dissipate.
He really couldn't remember what happened in his childhood. This feeling that he had obviously experienced it but could not remember it gradually wore off his disguise in front of the audience.
Yes, he, like other actors, deceives the audience.
It's just that the other actors deliberately acted bold and brave in front of the audience, while Han Fei was constantly suppressing himself and trying not to act too outrageous in front of the audience.
"I can't suppress it anymore. If this is the case, then let nature take its course."
Han Fei's eyes changed almost instantly. The pressure from the underworld made Xia Yilan dare to feel suffocated.
Stepping forward, Han Fei was about to go downstairs, but the safety door at the end of the corridor was pushed open.
A tall security guard appeared in the security passage holding two sharp knives.
The word "death" was written all over his body in red, and he stood in the darkness.
The security guard's cell phone vibrated. Someone seemed to have sent a message at this time, and a rapid siren sounded outside the building.
Han Fei didn't know what was happening outside. Normally at this time, the best way would be to find a place to hide and delay time.
But Han Fei stared intently at the lunatic with the word "death" written all over his body. He stabbed five fingers into the corpse's heart and firmly grasped the scar made by the sharp knife.
The plasma slid down his shoulders, stuck to his arms, and fell to the ground drop by drop.
A group of ghosts surged behind him in the darkness. He seemed to have made clothes out of the night and walked around in the shadows after the lights went out.
The heavy rain hit the windows crazily, and the glass shattered all over the floor.
Amidst the constant sirens, the wind mixed with rain blew his hair.
Lightning flashed!
A flash of light outlined his outline, and everyone saw a pair of cold and dangerous eyes.
In the dark corridor, the oppressive atmosphere was torn apart, and darkness collided with darkness!
"Bang!"
The entire security door fell down, and the murderer, who had the word "death" written all over his body and looked very scary at first glance, was knocked away far away.
Xia Yilan and the evil tall security guard had their mouths hanging open. Their expressions were surprisingly consistent. Neither of them expected such a result.
Now Han Fei is no longer the Han Fei who was chased by butterflies. After experiencing two shrine inheritance missions, he has spent a long time in the game. His overall strength, experience, experience, and mentality are all different from before.
Already.
"Let's go underground now and tell me where the real red room is!" Han Fei rushed into the safe passage and ran very fast.
"Just underground." Xia Yilan felt that she seemed to be more awake, but she was even more trembling when she spoke.
"Be specific!" Han Fei was worried. There was an alarm outside. Someone might come in soon, and it would be very troublesome to do anything else.
"Four underground floors, the innermost corridor!" Xia Yilan subconsciously answered Han Fei's question.
Running wildly, Han Fei soon reached the first floor.
"Han Fei, Han Fei! Can you put me down? You don't have to take me with you!" Xia Yilan seemed to be very taboo about entering the underground of the plastic surgery hospital, but Han Fei had no intention of letting go. In fact, he was not too trusting.
Xia Yilan.
"It seems that several other actors have also come to this place."
Looking at the messy shoe prints on the ground and a lost sneaker, Han Fei could already imagine the embarrassment of his colleagues being chased.
"Just think that I am concerned about their safety and try my best to come and save them."
Red paint was splashed in every corner of the underground, and the oil paintings on the walls seemed to be blinking. Xia Yilan screamed in despair, and was then carried into the third underground floor by Han Fei.
Hearing screams and wailing, Han Fei was sure that the actors were also trapped on the fourth floor underground.
Kicking away the debris in the middle of the corridor, Han Fei looked down along the gap in the middle of the stair handrail. The light from his mobile phone couldn't illuminate it at all.
"Don't go down, really don't go down! Impulsiveness is fatal!" Xia Yilan tried her best to persuade her, but it was of no use.
"The other actors may be in danger, do you want me to leave them and run away?" Han Fei said this loudly enough for everyone in the live broadcast room to hear clearly.
That's right, after everyone else left him and ran for his life alone.
When others were in danger, Han Fei ran back to save those who had abandoned him, regardless of his past grievances and the danger to his own life.
While shocking, it also makes people feel touched and respected.
Xia Yilan couldn't say anything for a while. She thought for a long time before she came up with a rebuttal, but Han Fei had already arrived at the fourth underground floor.
There is no camera installed on this floor, it is outside the script, but it doesn't matter, Han Fei brought his own camera.
He regarded the security camera as his own eyes. Although the signal on the fourth underground floor was very poor, he could still vaguely see some broadcast images.
"What a strong smell."
Using the light of a mobile phone, you can see that the entire fourth underground floor is full of red oil paintings. Anyone who enters this floor will definitely be stained with the red "pigment".
"How long have the three guys from the plastic surgery hospital been here?"
Blood-red windows were painted on the cracked walls, and red grass and flowers were painted on the ground. It was like a painted red paradise.
Although it looks like a paradise, the feeling it brings is indescribable, as if a living person has walked into a nightmare, or the kind of nightmare that can never be escaped.
"The plastic surgery hospital was suddenly abandoned. Is there a certain reason for the existence of these things?"
The place that ordinary people find uncomfortable makes Han Fei feel unusually familiar. He stands in the small bloody paradise painted by the painter, and the memories of his childhood are slowly fading in his mind.
He seemed to have returned to the deep world, and his special temperament was fully revealed.
"Home?"
A word that he had mentioned countless times but had never owned came into his mind.
But then he shook his head again and muttered in his heart: "A place without family, no matter how resembling it is, is not a home."
Conflicting thoughts appeared in his mind. Han Fei listened to the screams in the corridor and walked deeper into the corridor.
There are more and more bloody oil painting windows, and the things in the windows are becoming more and more complex. Stimulated by the sticky "red paint", Han Fei's eyes become more and more dangerous.
Continuing forward, Han Fei saw Li Huang and the others when they were still more than ten meters away from the end of the corridor.
"Why are there only the three of you left?"
"Don't come here! Han Fei!" Li Huang's face was pale and she seemed to have collapsed from fear. After hearing Han Fei's voice, she shouted loudly.
"Hurry up! That thing is nearby!" Li Huang's voice was hoarse, but no matter how she shouted, Han Fei kept moving forward.
"You will die! Saving us will kill you! Go back quickly!" Li Huang's expression gradually turned frightened. She pointed to an oil painting on the wall next to Han Fei: "That thing is right there!"
When she screamed, Han Fei had already reached the end of the corridor and stopped in front of several people.
"Why did you come here to die?" Li Huang sat on the ground. The fear she had never experienced made her collapse several times: "We abandoned you and ran away, and you came back to save us? It was us who killed you,
sorry Sorry!"
"It's okay." Han Fei looked at Wu Li and Arlin who had already fainted, and then looked sideways at the bloody oil painting: "Actually, you can pull me into the abyss together. Maybe, I like this.
How do you feel?"
Han Fei's voice reached his ears, and Li Huang, who was frightened to the point of collapse, stared blankly at Han Fei's face.
Han Fei now is completely different from before. His depression and morbidity are gone, and his deeply hidden wildness and madness are revealed.
This chapter has been completed!