"Han Fei! Have you finished reading?" Xiao Jia kept staring at the Marionette Puppet without taking his eyes. Watching a supernatural puppet at such a close distance was actually a very scary thing. He felt that he had firmly remembered everything about the puppet.
It stuck in my mind and I couldn't drive it away: "I will probably dream about this face for a long time in the future. The key is that she is still someone else's wife."
"Get ready to go downstairs."
Han Fei memorized all the steps of the ghost marriage ceremony, covered the wedding photos with black cloth again, and then left with the yellow paper.
"We'll go to the fourth floor to take a look later."
Seeing Han Fei walk out of the bedroom, Xiao Jia just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Han Fei's decision to commit suicide again: "Are you sure? Don't always joke with your own life! I didn't feel like you were a desperado before, so how did you get in?"
The people behind this building are so impulsive!"
"You don't understand. This building makes me feel like my own home. Do you still have so many scruples in your own home?" Of course Han Fei knew that the fourth floor was dangerous. He had gone in with the Hanged Man before.
If the hanged man hadn't tried his best to drag him out, he would probably have been locked up in that room forever.
But at that critical moment, he saw the girl in blood on the TV. The extremely terrifying girl said some words to him. He vaguely felt that those words were very important. If he missed it, he would probably regret it for the rest of his life.
Xiao Jia and Xiao You were staring at a puppet, and Han Fei led the way. The three of them came to the corner of the stairs.
That is, when their line of sight was blocked by the stairs, there was the sound of thumping footsteps. When they reacted again, the disfigured chef puppet and the wedding dress puppet had already walked out of the wedding room on the fifth floor and followed them to the corridor.
The two puppets are wrapped with red threads, as if they will be tied together for life and death.
"Red thread? You two wait a moment." Han Fei asked Xiao Jia and Xiao You to stare at the puppets. He took out his companion and walked to the two puppets, cut off a few red ropes and stuffed them into his backpack.
"You even want to take the puppet's red string?"
"It's not necessary for us to find it ourselves." Han Fei stood in front of the two puppets and cupped his hands towards them: "I wish you a happy marriage and a son soon. I will also remember your kindness and I will give you a chance if I have the chance."
I will repay you."
Han Fei didn't care whether the two puppets could understand or not, he walked straight to the fourth floor.
The door to the weirdest room was ajar. Everything in the dark room had returned to normal, and the TV cabinet had returned to its original position.
"Do you really want to go in?"
Xiao Jia felt that doing more was better than doing less, but he couldn't stop Han Fei at all.
While he was speaking, Han Fei had already made a decision, put away the knife named companion, and entered the house holding the blood-red paper man.
The rusty security door made a creaking sound, and even the sound of the door shaft turning felt familiar to Han Fei, as if he had heard this sound many nights.
Entering the house, Han Fei made a move that no one expected. He closed his eyes, stopped thinking about death and fear, let go of everything, and lowered all his defenses.
If someone launched a fatal blow to him at this time, he would probably be killed without even having time to react.
Han Fei focused all his attention on his mind. He embraced the only memory fragments he had in his mind, letting the paper people and the words written on the paper people's bodies linger in his consciousness.
All around.
Everyone has his own home. Even if he has not come back for a long time and has forgotten everything that happened in the past, when he steps into that place again, many forgotten things will be awakened. This is the special thing about home.
It represents not just a house filled with reinforced concrete, but a flower that has been cared for and grown up by time and years. No matter how gloomy life is, looking back, that flower will bring color to your world.
"I've been here many times."
Many emotions were soaked in the instinct of the body. Han Fei walked forward. He felt fear, loneliness, and uneasiness, but he also felt a kind of happiness of being snuggled and relied on.
Even with his eyes closed, Han Fei walked to the sofa and sat in the corner. It seemed that there were other people sitting in the empty space.
In a daze, a scene flashed through my mind. Seven people with different appearances and personalities were crowded on the sofa, watching TV together.
Han Fei opened his eyes. The sofa was empty, and he was the only one sitting on the sofa.
Suddenly, Han Fei felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that he had lost a very important person.
Covering his cheek, Han Fei propped his elbows on his knees. When he was tortured by amnesia and felt pain, the turned off TV turned on by itself.
There was a rustling sound of electricity, and a black house slowly appeared among the black and white snowflakes.
The house was built in the deepest part of a black forest, making it difficult for even the most powerful adventurer to find it.
There was no way out, and the house was alone in the dark.
Slowly, the door of the hut opened, and a little girl dressed in blood appeared on the screen.
When she saw Han Fei again, she was already very excited, his face was distorted and his murderous intent was gushing out.
Han Fei didn't know why this girl hated him so much. He had no memory of what he had done to that child.
The girl in red wanted to walk out of the house, but several severed hands were hanging on her clothes. From a distance, it seemed as if those hands were stopping her.
The girl dominated by the murderous intention roared, she roared unwillingly, and finally sat down on the spot and continued the terrifying game.
It was also the first time that Han Fei looked into the dark room from the perspective of a girl.
The floor, walls, and ceiling were all covered in blood red.
The girl sat in a pool of blood and pieced together the pieces of the mutilated body. Even if the separated bodies were pieced together, the person could not be reborn.
She tried again and again, until her eyes twisted with hatred shed tears, and she threw herself on the human body puzzle, crying helplessly.
"Han Fei! Come back quickly!" Xiao Jia and Xiao You were urging outside the house, but Han Fei could no longer hear their voices. He didn't even realize it. He didn't know when he had walked in front of the TV.
I squatted in front of the TV, my face almost touching the screen, and my body seemed to be leaning into the TV.
That room was so desperate, there was no glimmer of light. Han Fei was also affected by that despair. He felt that his body and soul were sinking, and everything about him seemed to be wrapped up in the TV by the despair.
In it, become a member of that room of despair.
"My existence has changed nothing..."
Such an idea appeared in his mind. The voices of Xiao Jia and Xiao You were fading away in his ears, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a cat meow.
The injured cat ran over. If Han Fei hadn't saved it, it might have died in the cabinet a few days ago.
"Xiaoba?"
He whispered two words with his lips, and when Han Fei lowered his head to look at the cat, the eyes of the girl in red, completely dominated by murderous intent, trembled, and she also lowered her head to look somewhere in the dark room.
In the corner of the room, which remains unchanged and is always covered in blood and darkness, there is a small flowerpot.
The flower pot was not big and did not grow any flowers. It was only half filled with yellow-brown soil.
The seeds have not yet germinated, but compared to the entire black room, at least the existence of the flowerpot represents a possibility.
The crazy girl in red slowly stood up from the pool of blood, her skirt dragging on the shattered body, and she picked up the flowerpot in the corner with both hands.
The world is still dark, and the room is still filled with corpse odor and despair, but at least his arrival has made a small change in everything.
"Will a seed in the human world bloom into a flower in the deep world?"
The crazy girl in red stood in the black room holding a flower pot. She turned her head and looked at Han Fei, and Han Fei's figure appeared in her eyes filled with murderous intent.
She moved the put together corpses to the sofa, one after another.
Seven corpses were quickly placed on the long sofa. When there was only one empty seat left, the girl raised her finger and pointed at Han Fei through the TV screen.
The TV screen freezes, and the tragic and desperate scene seems to be a special family portrait. I don't know how many deaths everyone has experienced before putting everything together.
"I seem to have remembered it."
The picture played on the TV ended here, and a blood-stained video tape fell to the ground under the TV cabinet.
Han Fei reached out and picked it up. When his fingertips touched it, the strange voice came from the depths of his mind again.
"Attention player number 0000! You have reached stage five!"
Ignoring the voice in his head, Han Fei looked at the videotape. There were many words written on the cover.
"If you can see these words, it means you are still yourself, not Fu Sheng, let alone that laughing soul."
"I have been worried these days whether we will slowly lose all the important people and get lost in this city."
"But then I figured out that everyone we meet cannot be forgotten. In many cases, it is precisely because of meeting those people that we become who we are now."
"I hope you can hear our voices, don't doubt, don't waver, at least we all still remember you, remember your name, and remember how hard you worked without caring about yourself."
The image in Han Fei's mind of sitting alone and watching TV with seven lonely souls became increasingly clear, and more and more cracks appeared in the black curtain that obscured his memory.
"I saw a photo of this girl in Dean Fu's room. In the normal photo, she was holding a flowerpot without blooming. When I left the room, I saw the photo after the mutation. This girl
Crawling out of someone else's flesh and blood."
"Except for the papermakers, no one with the surname Fu in this city can be trusted, and I absolutely cannot believe what Dean Fu said. The girl in the photo is probably not his family, but mine! That room is also
Not his room, but my home!"
The video tape and the bloody paper man are very important to Han Fei. Just touching these two things makes him feel at ease, as if his family is by his side.
"Han Fei, can you go? Are you planning to spend the night here?" Xiao Jia was a little worried when he saw Han Fei completely blending into the darkness.
"Okay." Han Fei stood up and looked around, then walked to the window and picked up a flower pot.
He scratched in the loose soil for a long time, and then found a blood-red seed that looked like a heart.
"Is there really something in the flower pot?"
After collecting the seeds, Han Fei led his teammates downstairs, and the two puppets followed them.
The corridor door was destroyed by a bloody monster, and dark red light shone into the dark cave.
The Happy Community has turned into what it looked like when Han Fei first came in. The entire community was covered in blood, and there seemed to be a huge scarlet eyeball in the night sky.
"The world where ghosts live is the deep world. This community is located at the junction of the deep world and reality. If the people behind the scenes want to completely block the two worlds, they will definitely destroy this place."
Han Fei is not yet able to participate in those things. He is more like a witness at this time, watching history repeat itself in this city.
After quietly walking out of the corridor, the puppets did not pursue them again. Han Fei and the other three entered the passage between Building 1 and Building 10. They were not hindered by any obstacles and left the Happy Community easily.
The blood color faded behind him, and the night covered several people like ink.
"Finally escaped!" Xiao Jia leaned against the phone booth. His hands were shaking and his legs were already weak.
"It's not time to rest yet."
Han Fei dragged Xiao Jia and Xiao You into a remote alley. A dark taxi slowly drove out. Li Guoer had been waiting for them for a long time: "Why did it take so long to get in and get out?"
"I saved a child, let's talk about it on the way." Han Fei sat in the passenger seat, still holding the bloody paper man in his arms.
"Is she reliable?" Li Guoer is a wanted criminal and cannot be seen for the time being.
"I'll ask her for her opinion first." Han Fei patiently communicated with Xiao You in the car. He was surprised to find that he seemed to have a talent for persuading people, and it didn't take long for Xiao You to join them.
Xiaoyou is just an ordinary person, but her mother is different. She is a "ghost" that can be carried around. The most important thing is that she can also use her mobile phone to pull specific people into the deep world.
After confirming that Xiaoyou could be trusted, Li Guoer didn't say anything more. She just handed the invitation letter to the paradise to Han Fei.
Adjusting the angle, Han Fei used the lights in the car to clearly see the number thirty on the invitation.
"I remember that the points seemed to be twenty-three before? Why did it suddenly increase so much?" The Hanged Ghost is not as powerful as the boy's corpse, so it is impossible to directly increase it by seven points. Han Fei suspected that the paper man and puppet couple also gave him points.
"Am I still surprised? As I sit in the car and wait, the points will increase on their own, and I feel like I'm winning." Li Guoer put the invitation away again: "What are your plans next?
"
"I gained a lot from this trip, I need to digest it slowly." Han Fei looked through the script he wrote: "By the way, do you know where there is a famous haunted house?"
"The Yin Mansion?" Li Guoer raised her eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"
"Get married." Han Fei lowered his head and replied casually.
