"Why are these on the cover of the script? I took the initiative to welcome death on my own, forgetting all the past? Then why did I do this?"
What kind of things does a person have to go through to be so crazy that he wants to forget all his memories? Are all those memories filled with pain and despair?
Han Fei's heart was beating constantly, this time not because of fear, but because of another emotion that he couldn't understand yet.
"There is a person who wants to kill me, but he has succeeded ninety-nine times, or I have cooperated with him and died ninety-nine times..."
With only fragments of death left in his blank mind, Han Fei stood under the bloody night and looked at the surrounding game participants.
"Who will that person be? Whose body will he be hiding in? Is it a game player, my parents, or the doctor who treats me?"
The clown told Han Fei a lot of important information, and this seemed to be a deal between them.
The appearance of that clown made Han Fei even more convinced of one thing. He was definitely not a stay-at-home screenwriter. He was probably the player who had obtained 99 points and was closest to clearing the game.
Putting away the shredded paper torn from the cover of the script, Han Fei's face looked strange in the bloody night: "The clown casually killed a game participant. I also felt that I had been killed by him many times. He is definitely not a good person, but what he said does not feel like he is lying. What choice do I need to make? Or what is the right choice?"
Han Fei thought silently, while the other players were already panicking.
Some people gathered around the player's body, trying to wake it up in a hurry, while the strongest players tried their best to deal with the monster called happiness.
The more it is attacked, the crazier the monster becomes. Its twenty-two arms seem to represent a will that cannot be disobeyed. It wants to tear everyone into pieces and turn them into fertilizer for flowers.
"F! Someone died!"
"I can't hold it anymore! Get back!"
"Let people with special talents go first!"
The voices of the players kept ringing, but F, who was holding a black knife, remained silent. After escaping the first wave of attacks from the giant monster, he said very coldly: "No one is allowed to leave! The ghost who killed the short-haired guy is here. In the building, if you run down in a hurry now, you will definitely be killed by the ghost! The miserable death of the short-haired man will be your fate!"
If F simply refused to let players leave, most players would probably be dissatisfied, but F made his reasons very clear.
"The ghost has left. If you want to escape now, this is your only chance." Han Fei did not mean to go against F. The uneasiness in his heart had dissipated, indicating that the real clown ghost had indeed left. If he continued to delay, he said Maybe the "ghosts" from other apartment buildings will come over. After all, no one knows how many "ghosts" live in this community.
Hearing Han Fei's words, the players had not yet reacted. F's eyes changed first. He didn't like voices of doubt. If there are two voices in a team, it will be difficult for many projects to advance.
Other players also expressed doubts about what Han Fei said. They were not familiar with Han Fei, so how could they trust a stranger?
Besides, Shorthair's body was not far away, and it hadn't even cooled down yet.
The exit is right there, very safe, but no one passes through it.
"F, the death energy over there is indeed dissipating." Ah Chong just said a word for Han Fei, and then he was pushed in front of the troll by F.
"Always be submissive, how can you survive in this nightmare world? Show your other side, and I will teach you to become a better version of yourself!"
After F subconsciously said the words "better self", Han Fei and F seemed to be stunned for a moment, but they still didn't care.
"Don't! I really can't do it!" The person A Chong is most afraid of is F. He has a natural fear of F. It is the instinctive reaction of his body after he has been close to death countless times. He knows that if F really If you have the intention to kill him, then there is no possibility for him to survive.
Ah Chong, who was pushed out, could not dodge and was directly grabbed by the monster's slender arm. He shouted for help, but no player dared to face the terrifying monster.
In the final analysis, this team only comes together because of common interests. They can support each other, but they will not risk death to save others.
That extremely huge and ferocious monster put great pressure on everyone. Even Qianye, who was the strongest, hesitated. He glanced at F, as if he wanted to confirm F's true thoughts.
Wearing a black windbreaker and a white mask, F stood closest to the monster and Ah Chong. He did not retreat and abandon Ah Chong, nor did he step forward to save Ah Chong. He seemed to really just want to bring out Ah Chong's potential. .
Maybe what he did was not wrong, but in the eyes of those players, his behavior was indeed a bit excessive.
"According to the plan, stand in your respective positions! Don't waste the opportunity created by Ah Chong!" F and the monster are very different in physical fitness. They are not on the same level at all. Someone must attract the monster's attention before he can Aim at the monster's vital point and use the knife.
Ah Chong screamed, and his body was grabbed by several hands, feeling like it was about to be torn apart.
"Do it!"
F gave the order, but only half of the players obeyed his arrangement. Among the half of the players, there were still people hiding at the back, wavering.
"If you don't obey me, everyone will die here. Neither you nor I have any other choice!"
A cold voice came from behind the mask. F is always like this, calm and unhuman, pursuing efficiency and results to the greatest extent.
Holding the black knife in his hand, I didn't know what he was thinking, but through his words, I could hear his confidence. It seemed that as long as he did what he said, all difficulties could be solved.
Qianye, who had the best relationship with F, was the first to take action. Under his leadership, those players with special talents began to attack the monsters.
They had conducted drills against various monsters in advance, and each performed their own duties, diverting the monster's attention and creating opportunities for F, but Ah Chong did not fare so well.
He was caught by the monster's arm, and there was the sound of bones dislocating on his body. A hand holding a medicine bottle stuffed the full bottle into his mouth.
"Help me! F! Help me!" If he swallowed those pills, Ah Chong would not die, but would turn into a monster. His voice was trembling with fear, and his face was filled with panic.
F watched everything. He found no flaw in the monster. In order for everyone to escape danger, he chose to continue waiting.
The train of destiny is moving forward, with a group of people tied to the rail in front, and only Ah Chong tied to the other track next to it.
F is like a person driving a train. He changes direction without hesitation. If he can save most people, what about killing one person with his own hands?
"F! You lied to me!" Ah Chong was soon speechless. As the medicine bottle came closer, he saw the pills in the bottle that exuded the aura of death.
Each pill seemed to have a crying face of a child, and their tears seemed to stick to the pills, and black and red things like hairs grew out.
The four arms of "Happiness" grabbed Ah Chong's limbs, and the fifth arm pressed the medicine bottle to Ah Chong's mouth.
The black and red pills rolled down from the bottle and were about to fall into Ah Chong's mouth when a knife flew from a distance and easily cut off the arm holding the pill bottle.
The blade fell, and Ah Chong, who was frightened and crying, turned to look. Han Fei, wearing a white mask, was dodging in the sea of scarlet flowers.
Without any skills at all, he relied on his amazing reflexes to get closer quickly.
Seeing Han Fei take the lead in provoking monsters, other players also gained hope and stepped forward one after another.
F was originally a little dissatisfied with Han Fei, but when he saw that Han Fei was willing to cooperate with him, the dissatisfaction gradually subsided. He didn't like Han Fei, but that was just a personal emotion.
As a player who wants to save 100 points to pass the game, he will try his best to attract and use anything that can help him pass the game.
In the situation just now, no one can get close to the monster. They can only damage the hand holding the medicine bottle from a distance.
The black knife in F's hand could also do the same thing, but he didn't do that. Ah Chong saw this in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.
Each of several players attracts two to three arms and moves left and right on the limited rooftop.
What Han Fei didn't expect was that these players seemed to have expected to encounter this monster in advance and had all received targeted training.
They were different from Han Fei, who relied on his body's instinct to dodge, but those people seemed to have been told the answer in advance.
"One of the players, like the Joker, knows the answer to his fate in advance."
Without thinking too much, the figure of F appeared in Han Fei's eyes. That player was really weird.
After dodging the monster's arm, Han Fei's goal was very clear. He just wanted to save Ah Chong and retrieve the sharp knife he threw.
F seems to be the real owner of Perfect Life B&B. He has gathered a large number of real and fake players in the game. It will not do any good for Han Fei to fall out with F head-on, so he wants to take other methods to disintegrate it step by step.
Another point is that after hearing Ah Chong's voice, Han Fei vaguely felt as if he knew each other. They should have been friends.
Quickly closing the distance, Han Fei seemed to be stepping on a node of destiny with every step he took. He seemed to be walking in the blank space between life and death, always able to avoid monster attacks from an incredible angle.
It felt as if he had practiced countless times and everything in the past was engraved in his muscles.
The closer Han Fei got, the more panicked the monster became, and a large part of its twenty-two arms spread out to catch Han Fei.
"Why doesn't it let me get close?" Han Fei thought of the words behind the clown mask: "Even if No. 11 knows that Happiness is a monster, he still chooses to get close. The poor child has no requirements for Happiness. Even if he is bruised and bruised, he will not dislike himself.
happiness."
Han Fei seemed to have figured out the key. His eyes passed through the twenty-two adoptive parents' arms and looked at the monster's ugly face and its heart filled with prayer words.
"This is the happiness of No. 11. It is ugly and full of aggression, but it is essentially the image of happiness in a child's mind."
The meat he had eaten was digesting quickly, and Han Fei rushed forward faster.
F noticed something in the distance. He no longer hesitated and moved forward with the knife in hand.
The adoptive parents' arms were all pulled away. F's speed was astonishing. He seemed to have reached the limit of the player at this stage. He passed through the arms very flexibly and rushed to the monster's body with Han Fei.
The two stood on the left and right, while staring at the monster's exposed heart.
However, the reactions of the two people were completely different. F slashed at Xing Xing's heart with a knife, while Han Fei stretched out his hands. He wanted to remove Xing Xing's heart, which was wrapped by his adoptive parents' arms, and put it into his own.
In arms.
"stop!"
"Stop!"
Han Fei and F reminded each other at the same time, but neither of them slowed down.
When they were about to touch the monster's heart, countless black thorns emerged from the flowers around the monster.
What is striking is that those thorns did not stop Han Fei, but unilaterally blocked F.
"I saved a child in a flowerpot!"
The past choices changed the present. Something flashed in Han Fei's mind, and he touched the heart of happiness first.
F's reaction was also very quick, unlike a normal human being.
He risked injury to his arm by chopping away the thorns, and then without slowing down the speed of the blade, he slashed directly towards the heart in Han Fei's hand, seemingly preparing to cut off Han Fei's fingers as well.
Han Fei wanted to keep his hand, and it seemed that the only way out was to throw away his heart, but at the last moment he hesitated, because he did not want to hand over the tortured heart to F.
In the blink of an eye, F's black knife touched Han Fei's finger, and countless roars came from the handle of the knife.
