Eight kinds of utensils are used in the resurrection ceremony. The mirror with the birth date written on it is the most critical one. It reflects the past and separates dreams and reality. One side is yin and the other side is yang. It exists in all resurrection ceremonies.
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"Then why is the child in the mirror?" Xiao Jia leaned close to Han Fei, and he wanted to hug the old leader's thigh tightly.
"It is said that when people die, part of their souls will remain in the mirrors they often looked at during their lifetime. This may be the same principle." Ah Chong stood on the other side of Han Fei. Since he saw Han Fei's arms full of scars,
Later, I felt that Han Fei and I were of the same mind, and became Han Fei's follower.
Han Fei did not answer the two people's questions, but just held the red rope and walked forward.
"The plastic surgery hospital is arranged like an altar, with eight buildings corresponding to eight types of instruments. The dream will be resurrected here..."
Han Fei originally thought that Fu Sheng was the choice of the three managers of the park, but now he realized that Meng was also interested in Fu Sheng. Fu Sheng should be the "product" of mutual compromise and calculation among all the managers of the park.
A large-scale collapse occurred underground in Building No. 7, and Du Jing has been presiding over the repair project. Unfortunately, she has long been controlled by dreams, and the entire hospital has been transformed into what she wanted.
The corpses filling the pit formed "Building No. 8". Terror, despair, and negative emotions were constantly fermenting, which seemed to correspond to the deep world.
Above Building 8 is the clean and tidy Building 7, which represents healing, hope and death.
The recovered patients regained their smiles and left with their families. The patients who failed to be rescued were transferred underground, and their gradually cold bodies became a brick in building the deep world.
Han Fei stepped on the corpse and climbed up. He grabbed the black hair hanging in the air and arrived at the place where Building 7 and Building 8 were connected, as if climbing a rock.
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei didn't care about the stench escaping in the air. He dug his fingers into the body and moved closer to the mirror.
The young man who was locked in the mirror heard the sound. He turned his back to the mirror and huddled in the corner, hugging his legs tightly and burying his head between his knees.
He didn't dare to look at the outside world, let alone the courage to step out of this mirror.
"Fu Sheng?"
Han Fei stopped in front of the huge mirror. He looked at the young man in the mirror, and the fragmented memories in his mind gradually came together to restore scenes.
The young man in the mirror was the same as the Fu Sheng in his memory. Everything seemed to be back to when they first met.
Fu Sheng locked himself in his room and refused to communicate with anyone. The world was full of malice towards him, and he was lonely and painful.
"Fu Sheng!" Han Fei shouted towards the mirror, but the young man was unmoved and did not even raise his head.
The young man huddled in the corner of the room is the Fu Sheng in Han Fei's memory, not the fragments of Fu Sheng's memory.
"You should still remember me! In that small park, we ate together and fed the cats."
Han Fei's hand touched the mirror, but the cold and hard mirror was like a prison that could never be broken, and Han Fei's voice could not be conveyed.
"What is retained in the mirror is the soul. Dreams can manipulate the young man through the residual soul in the mirror, and slowly achieve the purpose of controlling the other person." The injured Yan Le suddenly spoke, and Yan Le's mother wanted to show her own value:
"Meng prepared eight bodies for himself. Yan Le and Fu Sheng were both his choices, but Fu Sheng's situation is very special, and other managers also value him more."
"How do you know this?"
"I saw him at night in the paradise. Both 'humans' and 'ghosts' wanted to instill their ideas into the child and make him the new owner of the paradise." Yan Le looked ferocious, and her mother was still controlling her.
Her body: "In addition to these two places, Paradise Family Hospital and Plastic Surgery Hospital, there are six other places in the city where dream bodies are hidden. If you want to destroy the dream ritual, you must destroy all the bodies.
That’s all.”
It is said that a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and Meng has prepared eight escape routes for himself.
"It seems that time is very tight." Han Fei nodded, and asked Xiao Jia to bring Fu Tian over, and they worked together to place the young Fu Tian in front of the mirror.
Without Han Fei opening his mouth, Fu Tian lay on the mirror and shouted his brother's name. He was just a few years old now. He was separated from his mother and hung out with a group of desperadoes. He could still remain calm normally, but now he is
When he saw his relatives, he immediately showed his vulnerable side.
Fu Tian cried. His brother, whom he regarded as a role model, was locked in the mirror and looked extremely miserable.
"Mom has been looking for you! She even lied to me that you went to study abroad! She calls every night to collect clues. She really misses you!"
The childish voice was full of tears, and the young man in the mirror moved his ears slightly, but his body still didn't react at all.
"elder brother!"
As Fu Tian's voice became louder, the silence of the hospital was also broken. There seemed to be insects crawling on the corpses that were used as bricks.
The hanging black hair swayed slightly. There was obviously no wind underground, but the black hair was bending and turning, like an insect caught out of the soil.
"Meng sets up traps near every resurrection ceremony. The traps on Yan Le are the butterflies that can fall into dreams. I don't know what the traps here are. You'd better be careful." After Yan Le's mother finished speaking, she grabbed
He grabbed the arm of his predecessor and gave him a look, indicating that he was ready to retreat.
In Yan Le's mother's world, everything combined is not as important as her daughter, who has become her obsession.
The young Fu Tian didn't understand this. He was frightened along the way. After seeing his brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, his inner grievance and uneasiness burst out completely. He wanted to wake up his brother.
After his father left, his elder brother became the backbone of the family. They promised to take care of their mother and work hard to live together. However, his elder brother ran away alone, without any news, and just disappeared into the sea of people.
He didn't understand or figure it out, but in order not to make his mother sad, he didn't dare to ask.
"Your brother has his own difficulties. He chose people between people and ghosts, and chose the city between home and city. From this aspect, he really can't be considered a bad person. At least compared to me,
He is more like a good person." This memory shrine reproduces everything that happened in the past before Han Fei's eyes, and it can be regarded as Fu Sheng's last attempt to persuade Han Fei.
"It has been proven to be a wrong path, and there is no need to take it again. I also know that it is difficult to take a new path, and you will face obstacles from all forces, old and new, but there are many things in the world that cannot be solved just because of difficulties.
Give up."
"Building No. 8" made of corpses began to mutate. The corpses that were supposed to be dead were pierced by black hair. Their chests rose and fell slightly. After being connected into one large piece, it seemed as if the whole building was breathing.
Taking out the death knife, Han Fei asked Fu Tian to move backwards. His idea was simple. The dream imprisoned Fu Sheng's remnant soul in the mirror, so he would cut open the mirror and rescue it.
"The more enemies you face and kill more, the sharper your afterlife will be. The dream of building a mirror has caused boundless evil. I should be able to cut open the things he left behind."
The changes in "Building 8" began to accelerate. All the patients and medical staff in the hospital gathered here. The number was frightening. Even if they all turned into the lowest obsessions in the end, they could easily kill everyone except Han Fei.
killed everyone.
"Han Fei! Let's evacuate first!" Xiao Jia was closest to Han Fei. His experiences in the past few days were more terrifying than all the nightmares he had had in the first half of his life.
"You take Fu Tian with you, and you go back to the ground first!"
"And you?"
"Don't worry about me!" Han Fei held the knife in both hands. He stood together with all the companions in the hilt of the knife, concentrating his thoughts and uniting his will.
cut!
A dazzling light flashed in the dark underground building, and the best part of human nature turned into a blade and chopped on the mirror.
Life and death were at stake. Han Fei swung the knife with all his strength, but the sound of the mirror shattering did not come.
Looking up in surprise, Han Fei found that the mirror surface was flowing like water waves, and the death knife slashed into the mirror, but it could not destroy the mirror, but showed signs of merging with it.
At the same time that the death knife cut into the mirror, strange faces appeared on the mirror. There was no pain or sadness on their faces, only a faint smile and relief.
"Can't it be split with the Purana Knife? What is this mirror made of?"
Han Fei chopped it off with one blow, and all the corpses that made up "Building No. 8" were mutated. They became angry for no reason, as if someone had destroyed their remaining expectations.
The eyes on the corpse wall slowly opened, blood oozed from the scab wounds, and large patches of corpse fell off. A pair of vicious eyes stared at Han Fei holding the knife.
"I seem to understand the trick of the butterfly." Han Fei figured out the key in a short time: "Dreams are good at playing with people's hearts. He can weave nightmares and beautiful dreams. He should be the one who combines those patients and doctors.
All the good emotions in my heart were stripped out, and the hopes and memories of others were used to create a mirror."
"This mirror hanging on the corpse cave in hell is not only a prison for Fu Sheng's remnant soul, but also a collection of the best obsessions of all the dead. As long as someone destroys the mirror, it is destroying the beautiful memories of all the dead, which will naturally trigger them
The anger made them take action at all costs."
Dreams unintentionally create a delicate balance, with the human world above and the deep world below. The two worlds are connected by the best memories of human nature, and hope and despair exist at the same time.
What's even more wonderful is that all these good things have nothing to do with Fu Sheng. The person he wants to save does not love him in the world and leaves him with the deepest despair. This may be the result of the remnant soul trapped in the mirror.
One of the reasons why there is no response from the outside world.
"The dream pulled out everyone's beautiful memories and made it into a mirror that imprisoned the soul, making people immersed in it and unable to leave. But I made everyone's last persistence of humanity become a blade that can cut through all evil spirits."
Touching the mirror with his palm, Han Fei stared at the young man huddled in the corner in the mirror, as if he had returned to the world of the previous shrine.
"You have indeed endured too much. This may be the fate chosen by the black box."
Han Fei wanted to convey his voice, but the corpses in the whole building were transforming into corpses. If he didn't leave, it would be difficult for Xu Qin to protect him.
"I seem to have missed something..." When Han Fei was about to turn around, his peripheral vision spotted a strap around the young man's neck, which seemed to be the strap of a mobile phone case.
After taking a closer look, the young man was curled up and there seemed to be something pressed between his chest and knees.
Pursing his lips, Han Fei thought of the last scene where he and Fu Sheng met. After hesitating for a moment, he shouted to Xiao You: "Give me your phone!"
Xiaoyou's mother brought the blood-stained mobile phone, and Han Fei tried his best to recall the last number.
The memory fragments were pieced together, he opened his phone and pressed the numbers one by one.
Soon, the call was answered.
The familiar cell phone ringtone rang simultaneously inside and outside the mirror. Fu Sheng, who had been huddled in the corner with his head down, moved slightly. He reacted to the outside world for the first time. He slowly raised his head and saw the phone with his numb eyes. Caller ID on the phone.
After a brief period of confusion, his eyes changed.
He stood up with the phone in both hands and glanced around. At that moment, he became like a normal person again.
The transformation of the corpse in "Building No. 8" has begun. Han Fei's legs were grabbed by the hands extending from the corpse wall, but he had no intention of dodging. He stared straight at the young man in the mirror, and then Put the phone to your ear.
The ringtone kept ringing. Fu Sheng stared at the screen for a long time and finally pressed the answer button.
The sound of him inhaling came from the microphone, and after hesitating for a long time, Fu Sheng said something.
"is it you?"
"it's me."
The phone screen becomes blurry.
"Where are you?"
"Outside the mirror, I have been looking at you."
Fu Sheng walked out of the darkness holding the phone. He didn't know where the mirror was. The world in the mirror seemed to be pitch black without any light.
"It's okay, don't worry, just do as I say and keep moving forward, yes, keep moving forward."
Han Fei's voice came from the mobile phone. Just like before, the young man walked to the mirror step by step with Han Fei's help, and his hand also touched the mirror surface.
"Are you outside?"
"Yes, we are separated by a mirror. I am looking at you, but you cannot see me, but when you fall into darkness, I still want to cheer you up."
Fragments of memories spread out in his mind. In just a few words, Han Fei was sure that the Fu Sheng in front of him was the Fu Sheng he had met before, and he was also the original Fu Sheng in the shrine's memory world.
"Can't you see it?" Fu Sheng pressed his hand on the mirror: "I can see all the ghosts, but I can't see you and mother."
"You take a step back first. I want to pierce my knife into the mirror. See if you can catch it." Han Fei was not the kind of person to give up easily. He raised the death knife again and joined all the people who were traveling with him. They slashed at the mirror together, and the bright blade seemed to be a helping hand extended by everyone to Fu Sheng.
This chapter has been completed!