The injured cat was very attached to Han Fei, which indirectly showed that Han Fei might be the real owner of the underground room.
The memory is gone, but the pet who once lived in the same room still remembers Han Fei's scent. He is still the same person and has not changed.
"It's a pity that cats can't talk and can't tell me what happened in the past."
Han Fei touched the cat's head: "If you were really a cat raised by a murderer, then you must have grown up drinking human blood and eating human flesh. You should not be so ugly, cute and weak."
As if it understood Han Fei's words, the cat bared its teeth and then lay on its side next to Han Fei's legs, as if it had exhausted all its strength by making that fierce expression just now.
"Surprisingly weak."
Han Fei no longer expected to get any information from the cat, but the cat was still working hard to perform.
In Li Guoer's underground prison, Han Fei ate and slept, and spent the most comfortable twenty-four hours.
Estimating the time, probably when it was getting dark, Han Fei heard hurried footsteps above his head, and not long after, Li Guoer ran into the underground prison.
"Put on your clothes and come with me right away!" Li Guoer took out a key, opened the lock on Han Fei's wrist, and then threw the suit of the man in black last night to Han Fei: "Put it on.
mask, we have to leave before dark!"
"What happened?"
"The stories written in your script are indeed true." Li Guoer looked at Han Fei with lingering fear, and said slowly: "I'm in hell."
"Can you tell me what a ghost looks like?"
"It seems to be following me, so stop talking nonsense and let's leave as soon as possible!"
The chain fell to the ground, and Han Fei put on a pure black suit, but he didn't really want to put on the smiling mask: "Can you wear a hood or something like that?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Follow me!" Li Guoer seemed to have known that such a day would come. She removed a wooden board and took out the backpack inside: "When you go out later, if someone calls your name or asks you to turn around, you
Never do what he says."
"Okay." Han Fei put on new clothes. He and Hei Ye blended in perfectly, and this clothes seemed to suit him more.
After packing up his backpack, Han Fei stuffed the cat inside again.
"Take care of your cat. If it makes a sound, I will throw it out immediately." Li Guoer's expression was cold and stern, but when she saw Han Fei in a black suit and holding a smiley mask in his hand,
He was stunned for a moment. The man in front of him exuded a very dangerous attraction: "You are pretty good-looking."
"Did you ever like me for this reason?"
"I really want to put you in a cage."
"Should I be honored?"
"It's up to you." Li Guoer looked at Han Fei who had lost his memory. She found that she could chat well with a person who suffered from mental illness. This made her start to wonder if there was something wrong with her brain.
Pushing open the baffle, Li Guoer climbed out of the underground prison. She waved to Han Fei, and the two returned to the ground together.
"This old house used to belong to another game participant. After he was killed, I stayed here and became the new owner of this old house." Li Guoer opened the back door of the house and signaled Han Fei to speed up.
: "Let's seize the time to find a hiding place while it's still dark."
"If you are followed by a ghost, no matter where you escape, you will be found by it..." After hearing Li Guoer's words, Han Fei's memory seemed to be touched, sporadic light spots flashed through, and a faint voice sounded in the depths of his mind. sound.
"Are you sure?" Li Guoer was obviously panicked.
"I vaguely remember this." Han Fei couldn't hear clearly what the voice in his head said. He had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he could get benefits by following the guidance of the voice: "You can get benefits during the day. Which script does the ghost I saw belong to?"
"The eleventh story is No. 11. This story takes place in a building very close to the paradise, so I chose this one."
Turning over the script, Han Fei read it again.
"Child No. 11 is cute and very lovable. He has been adopted many times, but has been abandoned many times. All the families who have adopted him say that the child is very well-behaved and sensible, and there is no negative comment. , but everyone chose to abandon him for adoption with a tacit understanding. No matter how much it costs, the adults who have adopted him will send Orphan No. 11 back to the orphanage."
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"Child No. 11 has grown up slowly. He has a handsome face, a gentle personality, and excellent grades that no orphan has. He is the most obedient child in the orphanage."
"When the child was eleven years old, he was adopted for the eleventh time, and there has been no news about him since."
"Some people say that the child was accidentally killed by his adoptive father, some say that the child is actually a monster that will not grow up, and some say that the child has strong hatred and resentment buried in his heart, saying that he is a living ghost."
"In order to find out the truth, I entered the old house where he once lived on November 11th."
"I understood one thing there. The boundaries between humans and ghosts are sometimes blurred. If you want to touch them, you must first try to touch the most dangerous boundary yourself."
This story is long and detailed, and it reveals a lot of information.
"Finding the boundary between humans and ghosts should be the key. What could that boundary be?" While Han Fei was thinking, a crack suddenly appeared on a window behind him. As the temperature in the room became lower, the crack slowly began to appear. It slowly expanded, as if there was a face pressed against the window, constantly squeezing into the room!
"Come on! It's coming after you!" Li Guo'er pushed open the back door, dragged Han Fei and ran out.
In the process of escaping, Han Fei looked back at the window. The glass window exploded for no reason, and the glass shards were scattered all over the floor.
"Did you take something from it? There have been strange guests in my house before, but they don't seem to leave my house." Han Fei was a little confused.
"I'm very curious about the Feng Shui of your home, but now is not the time to talk about this." Li Guoer took out two invitations from his pocket: "I didn't enter the building to check it out in person, I just sold the information to other games. Participants, I don’t know what those two unlucky guys were doing inside, but when I went in to collect the invitations, I was targeted by them for no reason.”
"Isn't it okay to just throw away the invitation?"
"I tried it, it didn't work."
The sky is getting darker and darker, and when darkness completely covers the city, everything will develop in a worse direction.
"According to the script, we must find the boundary between humans and ghosts before we can contact them, communicate with or confront them." Han Fei used his blank brain at full capacity: "Who else do you know about the game participants? Let's share the news
Spread out and take them back to the building to see what the difference is between No. 11 and humans." (To be continued.)
This chapter has been completed!