"Didn't you see these things when you came here during the day?" More and more players entered the house, and everyone was a little scared when they saw the cabinet of human head models. The heads were so realistic, as if they were real.
"I was stared at by a ghost and had no time to check the room." Li Guoer had no need to deceive the players.
"Qianye, lead someone to guard the corridor while others enter the room. Don't miss any clues." F's status in the team is higher than Qiangwei's, and even the prisoners obey his words.
Candles lit up in the corners of the room, and the room where No. 11 once lived was slowly restored.
The overall decoration style of the room was maintained at the end of the last century. In addition, it had not been taken care of for a long time, making it look messy and shabby, like a patient whose memory was frozen and couldn't take care of himself.
Stepping on the pills scattered on the ground, Han Fei slowly moved away from the window. Fear almost engulfed him. He stopped at the window. He always felt that he would be pushed down the next moment.
"Why did I think of death as soon as I stood by the window, and even got closer to seeing my own body?"
Picking up the medicine on the ground, Han Fei wiped the dust off the tablets with his fingertips. He found that these medicines were very similar to the medicines prescribed by Dr. Fu. Qiang Shi ; Reading Shi
"No. 11 has the same disease as me? Or does that doctor only prescribe this kind of medicine?"
Unlike other players who seemed to be wandering around without a head, Han Fei felt a familiar sense of fear since he entered the room. Not only had he been here before, but he had also died here.
Avoiding other players, Han Fei went straight to the bedroom in the deepest part of the house, "opened" the locked door, and saw a bedroom whose main color was light red.
The owner of this bedroom seems to be a student. There are unfinished test papers and books scattered on the desk, and various children's shoes are piled on the floor.
"Your purpose seems very clear?" F has been in control of the overall situation. He saw everyone's reaction. At this time, he approached Han Fei: "Have you been here too?"
Shaking his head, Han Fei entered the bedroom.
When you first look at this room, you won't feel anything wrong, but the more you look carefully, the more weird you will find this room.
The sizes of the children's shoes on the floor were not exactly the same. There were men's shoes and women's shoes, so they obviously did not belong to the same person.
The styles of those shoes are also very different, spanning nearly twenty years. The owner of the house seems to have a weird habit of collecting shoes, and it seems that they must be shoes worn by others.
Picking up a shoe casually, Han Fei saw that there were various things stuffed inside the shoe, including sharp nails, staples, broken glass, and a large number of pills.
"How do you walk in these shoes?"
"This dark red room seems to be some kind of psychological metaphor, representing the mental state of the owner of the bedroom." F held the black knife in his backhand and observed calmly: "There are various missing person notices posted in the corridor, including one
Zhang's missing person notice states that a five-year-old girl was lost nearby. She was wearing a pair of pink sandals, and the description looks similar to the shoes you have."
"You want to say...that the owner of the house abducted those children?"
"To be precise, I suspect that the child's adoptive parents have been stealing the child." F looked at the shoes on the floor: "Shoes represent feet, which can be further extended to mean walking and escape. There are so many shoes locked here.
, each pair of shoes is also filled with glass shards and pills, which obviously means imprisonment and control, what do you think?"
"I think you're right." Han Fei looked at F blankly.
With a black knife that can hurt monsters, a group of relatively loyal subordinates, a rational and calm mind and unfathomable personal strength, this mysterious F has every advantage. He is likely to be the first to save enough. Players with 100 points.
Looking back at himself, Han Fei sighed softly. He had forgotten everything except a bunch of shabby scripts and an ugly cat.
After walking over those shoes, Han Fei came to the desk. He looked through the unfinished test papers and felt a cool breeze wrap around him.
The owner of the bedroom seems to have a serious mental illness. All his reading comprehension will be interpreted from an extremely dark perspective. Although it is a very positive article, he can always read horrible things from the words.
Just looking at the reading comprehension questions would make you think the owner of the house is a lunatic, but looking at the test papers for other subjects would make you think he is a genius, because there are thick papers with full marks piled up next to the desk.
"A stupid madman is not scary. What is scary is a very sober madman who is like a genius." F came over. He and Han Fei were very close, which made Han Fei very uncomfortable: "Are you like this too? think?"
F's eyes seemed to be able to see through Han Fei's mask. Han Fei also felt that F was different from other players. It was an essential difference.
Ignoring F, Han Fei opened the desk drawer and found a pack of balloons inside. Each balloon seemed to have a pattern printed on it.
Taking out a balloon, Han Fei tried to blow it up, and then a very scary scene appeared.
The pattern on the balloon was a human head. When Han Fei blew up the balloon, the human head slowly grew in size near his mouth. The frightened expression and vivid eyes were all perfectly restored.
"What are you doing?" Li Guoer and Ah Chong walked in, and the prisoners following behind also saw this scene. In the darkness, Han Fei was blowing a huge human head.
"I found that the owner of the house seemed to love his parents very much. He made a one-to-one model of their heads and made them into balloons." Han Fei looked at the huge balloon in his hand: "Imagine a scene where the owner locked the door behind his back. He is lying alone on the bed in the bedroom, with the heads of his adoptive parents floating on the roof, will he no longer feel lonely?"
After hearing what Han Fei said, the eyes of the players except F changed. They couldn't understand it, but it didn't stop them from being shocked.
"How did you come up with this?" Li Guoer realized that she had underestimated Han Fei.
"You can see your parents when you look up. I wonder if this is a kind of companionship?" Han Fei let go of his hand, and the air in the balloon ran out. The huge human head quickly shrank and wrinkled. When it shrunk, There was also a strange sound, like a person crying quietly.
Han Fei put all the balloons into a bag and stuffed them into F. He felt like he couldn't control such a terrifying thing.
Open the second drawer and there is a sharp fruit knife inside.
In a clean drawer, there was a knife alone. This incident happened in a child's bedroom, which is very thought-provoking.
"In the first drawer are balloons with the faces of the adoptive parents painted on them, and in the second drawer is a sharp knife..." Han Fei reached out and opened the third drawer, which contained a ledger.
Taking out the account book, Han Fei flipped through it casually.
"On January 4th, I found that I really loved playing with kittens more and more. Since my cat died, I have always wanted to get another cat, but I never had the chance."
"On February 7, the neighbor's cat always comes to visit me. The kitten is very cute and obedient. I am going to find a way to buy it."
"On July 7th, I received a lost pet native cat. It is strong, not pretentious, quite obedient, and does not bark at home. It has been tamed. The price is 150 for sale."
"On August 9, I caught a stray cat in the park. It looked dirty. After taking a bath, I unexpectedly found that it was in good condition. Unfortunately, it seemed to have some intellectual problems. It can be kept and played with. The price is 95 and has been sold.
out."
"On September 21st, I was very lucky. I received a British Shorthair cat, which has become quite popular in recent years. It is round, very cute, quiet, docile, and of good appearance. It is a rare and top-quality kitten.
Price 1200 for sale.”
"On November 11th, I received an older Garfield cat from the cattery. It is obedient, well-behaved, and knows how to please its owner. The most important thing is that it is also very smart. To be honest, I am not willing to sell it.
Got it. The price is 2,500 and it’s not sold yet.”
There was a lot of information in the ledger, and it seemed like nothing at first glance. However, when Han Fei saw the last piece of information, his eyes slowly narrowed.
"On November 11th, the owner of the account took in a cat from the cattery and said he was reluctant to sell it?"
The last adoptive father and mother adopted him on November 11th. From this point of view, the cattery may not refer to the real cattery, but the name of the welfare home.
If we think about it further, all the cats in this ledger are actually not cats, but children!
The thin account book is filled with disgusting crimes written in the simplest words.
Unknowingly, Han Fei turned to the last page, where things not stated in the script were added.
On the back of the account book, there are several hand-drawn paintings by children, with sloppy text on them.
"The gardeners picked the flowers secretly, hid them in their pockets, took them out of the fence, and threw them into the muddy streets."
"A passing wild dog bit the tender stem of the flower and carried the flower into the dark alley."
"The outside world seems to have closed the door from now on, and flowers are planted in the dark room. Some wither in the darkness, some take root in the darkness, and some turn into flower seeds."
"The flower seeds shouted the names of father and mother, and were planted into different flower pots one after another, and sent into dark rooms one after another."
"Finally one day, the seed buried deep in the flowerpot sprouted. People began to feel scared when they looked at it, because the flower was completely different from what adults had imagined."
The text at the end of the account book has been completely distorted, and it is almost impossible to tell what it means.
"The parents who finally adopted No. 11 were actually human traffickers. They were probably very satisfied with No. 11 at first, but then something went wrong when they were about to sell it." Li Guoer also entered the house, and she looked at
I quickly understood the meaning of the account book: "It is not a pity to die for a trafficker."
"I hold the same view as you on this point." F took the account book from Han Fei and kept flipping through it.
"No. 11 was adopted eleven times. Why was this child abandoned again and again? What on earth did he have?" The traffickers adopted No. 11. This time, No. 11 did not give the traffickers a way to survive. He never came back.
Orphanage, from this point of view, No. 11 seems to be a good "ghost".
As soon as Han Fei had this thought in his heart, he heard F say: "The last adopted child was the main cause of the changes here. He took revenge on the human traffickers, but he also hurt other people. This ghost is a bit both right and wrong."
An evil feeling."
F also has no prejudice against ghosts. He looks at the problem from a relatively fair and objective perspective.
"Is the woman who climbed out of the window just now the mother of the child? Since they are human traffickers, why don't they take action quickly and rescue No. 11?" Ah Chong didn't understand.
"Giving medicine is not necessarily to save people. The biggest effect of some medicines is not to cure a person, but to make a person obedient." F put away the account book, and Han Fei put No. 11 in the drawer.
The knife was taken away.
Holding the knife in his hand, Han Fei felt as if a part of his body had extended. He seemed to be very good at using the knife.
"Cutting, chopping, dismembering in the right place, I can't explain why as a screenwriter I know these things..." Han Fei quietly hid the knife and continued searching. He stopped in front of the only wardrobe in the house.
Opening the cabinet door, there are various masks placed inside, ranging from small to large, and each mask has some blood-stained words written on it.
There are only two words on the smallest mask - Huang Sheng, which seems to be the first name of No. 11. This smallest mask is also the cleanest.
Huang Sheng's name has been obliterated on the second mask, and there are many laughing words written on it, but the mask itself is a crying face.
There are more words on the third mask. It can be seen that as the mask gets bigger, the owner of the mask becomes more and more crazy and abnormal.
"These masks seem to express his experience of being abandoned eleven times. From the beginning he wanted to live a good life, to the end he completely turned into a monster." Han Fei glanced at all the masks, and he felt a little confused: "
No matter how unlucky a child is, he will not always encounter bad parents unless the parents who adopt him are carefully selected by the orphanage."
"Is it possible that the orphanage specially found adults with problems and defects to adopt him, and in the end even gave him to human traffickers?"
The more Han Fei thought about it, the more horrified he felt. When the kind-hearted people rot and deteriorate, heaven will also turn into hell.
Starting from the sixth mask, those words are completely abnormal, and the children wearing the masks know how to disguise.
He would put on various expressions and personalities to please his adoptive parents, but the real him grew into a poisonous weed in a dark flowerpot.
The expressions on the mask were all fake, and more and more words and colors covered the facial features of the mask, and he lost his own face.
Han Fei looked at the last mask, which was a clown mask painted with various colors. Its exaggerated smile could not hide the blue tears in the corners of its eyes.
Looking at the back of the mask, there is a line of black words.
"Happiness is a murderous monster, but I still want to get close to it, what about you?"
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This chapter has been completed!