Chapter 712 The First Healing Personality
The aura exuded by Da Nie was so terrifying that everyone felt that Han Fei was a soft-boiled person who was just trying to take advantage of others.
Han Fei didn't care about other people's opinions. He waited until the dean was completely paralyzed before calling out the blade of the past life!
The bright light flashed across instantly, like an epiphyllum blooming in the abyss, or like a meteor crossing the night sky. The knife's characteristic of killing all evil spirits was enough to scare any thug with blood on his hands.
Dean's body was penetrated easily, and before it could react, the head that had been protected by layers fell off to the left and right, and the cocoon deeply embedded in its mind was also chopped into pieces.
Although the evil is terrifying, Han Fei is the one with the sharpest butcher's knife. He only needs a suitable opportunity to kill all the ghosts and monsters under his hatred.
The dean who lost the ability to resist was swallowed up by the evil one, and those monsters with split belly were slowly suppressed. Han Fei worked steadily and pushed inward little by little. Not only did he want to become stronger himself, but he also wanted to teach those special citizens how to survive here.
How to survive in this city, making them the new kind of fire.
Ghosts awaken, the deep world merges, and there are new rules in a new era.
It only took three hours for Han Fei to take down Meng's organ factory. He found all the patient information in the dean's office. Meng sewed his body into some of the patients' bodies, letting them hide in the whole world.
Every corner of the city wants to hide themselves in the sea of people in this way.
It is indeed difficult to completely kill Meng, but Han Fei also has his own countermeasures. He distributed materials and information to all survivors, and also sent out all the water ghosts hidden in the lake to complete the "treatment" of those patients.
cure".
"Water ghosts and survivors can cooperate with each other, and it is possible for humans and ghosts to coexist."
After inspecting the organ factory, Han Fei entered the delivery room directly below the morgue. The mothers of the babies all looked at Han Fei with great vigilance. They would do anything to protect their children.
"I recognize him! He is a wanted criminal in the city!" A pregnant woman who was sent underground just a few days ago pointed at Han Fei and shouted. She looked terrified and even picked up a fruit knife next to her.
Han Fei did not deny it. He looked at the big lock on the delivery room door.
These pregnant women were sent here to give birth several weeks in advance. The director provided them with the most comfortable environment and the most advanced auxiliary equipment. The entire delivery room and living area for pregnant women were well built.
The organ factory outside the door is constantly producing evil and blood, but the place where pregnant women and newborns are inside is warm and comfortable, like a man-made paradise.
If the deep world hadn't begun to merge with reality and various strange phenomena appeared, they might not have realized how dangerous this place was.
"I came to save you, but you pointed a knife at me? Is this how you treat your benefactor?"
Time was limited, and Han Fei didn't make too many excuses. He entered the house with a butcher knife in hand and inspected each baby using the secret that touched the depths of the soul.
"The dream took away all the beautiful memories of the patients over the years. It should have created the body it wanted." After checking the entire room, Han Fei found nothing unusual.
Scanning the faces of the mothers, Han Fei glanced somewhere unconsciously when she looked at a certain mother.
"Wardrobe?" In Han Fei's mind, the wardrobe is a very special piece of furniture. Butterfly's entire childhood was buried there. His best friend Huang Ying also died countless times in the wardrobe due to Butterfly's persecution.
Walking towards the closet, Han Fei had just taken a step when a mother who was recovering well stood in front of him: "What do you want to do?"
"Save all of you, that's all."
Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, Uncle Ying, who was buried deep in the organ factory, staggered over and ran over. His body was covered with scars, but strangely, those wounds were healing at an extremely fast speed: "Don't get me wrong!
He is really here to help us!”
Han Fei and Uncle Ying had never met before, but the other party was very enthusiastic in explaining to Han Fei that Uncle Ying seemed to only do things to live up to his own conscience.
"The hospital is not protecting you at all. The director wants to cultivate a flawless baby. Except for that baby, all of you are just tools in his eyes. Once you lose your use value, you will be imprisoned in the nearby organ processing department.
Factory. Didn't you find that all the pregnant women who left have lost contact? They did not leave the hospital, but left the world!" Uncle Ying handed many of the evidences he found to the pregnant women, and the survivors also handed them over to the factory.
The clues found in the organ factory were taken out.
Even if the evidence is put in plain sight, some people still don't want to believe it. They have lived in a false dream for too long and it is difficult to accept it for a while.
"Get out of the way."
Han Fei walked to the closet and opened the door with a butcher knife. Hidden in the large closet filled with clean clothes was a pale-faced woman with a cute-looking baby in her arms.
Unlike other children, when this baby was born, he had butterfly-wing-like patterns on the back of his head, neck and back. He was like a creation of God, so beautiful that it was shocking.
The most perfect works of art in the world are less than one-tenth as good as his, and Han Fei looked at that innate perfection for a long time.
"The butterfly pattern extends from the back of the head, like outstretched wings, and spreads to the back. What is the relationship between this child and butterflies?" Han Fei stared at the woman, who was weak and pitiful. He held his child tightly and protected it with his body.
Looking at him, the mother's selfless and pure love was injected into the body, making the newborn feel the first warmth in the world.
"Meng collected the good memories and happy pasts of all patients just to create such a child? Judging from the results, he should have succeeded." Han Fei moved his eyes away from the mother and child in the closet, and looked at the woman's feet.
There is a document on the side. The hospital wants to raise the child with the woman. They plan to send the child to a certain place in the future and call him No. 3.
"No. 3 is a butterfly? But the butterfly I killed was extremely ugly. He was born like a monster and was despised by everyone. But this child is handsome and extremely cute, but the birthmarks like butterfly patterns are a bit scary." Han
Instead of silently reciting that number, Fu Sheng's memory shrine buries the secrets of the past. Exploring this city is like clarifying the context of the world.
"This child is perfect and innocent, but after all, he is a body prepared by a butterfly for himself."
Han Fei knew Butterfly's past. If child No. 3 was Butterfly, then he should have had all the perfection before Meng was resurrected with the help of his body.
After Meng completed the ritual, No. 3 became that disgusting monster.
The dream once took away all the beauty from the butterfly. Later, the butterfly also followed the footsteps of the dream to deprive others of the beauty, allowing the sin and despair to continue.
"The best solution now is to kill him."
The blade of the knife in his hand was raised upwards, and everyone, including Uncle Ying, rushed towards this direction, trying to stop Han Fei.
"Hey! Don't be impulsive!"
"It's still just a child!"
When the sword fell, Han Fei had murderous intent, but he did not use his full strength to draw the sword.
The death knife finally struck the newborn on the back of the head. The blade, which was completely made of human nature, did not harm the baby. It only chopped the butterfly tattoo.
A scream that did not belong to the baby rang out, and the butterfly tattoo was shattered on the baby's body. Memory fragments containing various people's beautiful emotions flew around, forming a pair of huge dreamy wings in the air.
Normally, Da Nie doesn't like this kind of beauty in the world, but there are traces of dreams left in those memories. It habitually opens its mouth and sucks in all the beauty that dreams have prepared for itself.
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The great evil in the past was the ultimate evil, and its existence was a natural disaster. Every day, Han Fei was expected to linger on the edge of death, exuding the aura of death and ominousness.
But when it tore up the dreamlike colorful butterflies in the sky and swallowed them, its chaotic and evil soul seemed to have a little color.
These beauties are not enough to change its nature, but they will give it more possibilities and become a more special existence.
When Han Fei fell with the knife, everyone's hearts were lifted. It was not until they found out that the newborn was still alive that they breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiaohe and other survivors came to take care of the pregnant women, while Han Fei stared at the newborns in the closet.
In Fu Sheng's memory shrine, Han Fei destroyed the dream ritual, but in reality the dream was successfully resurrected, but he didn't know which ritual it chose.
Han Fei always had a bad feeling in his heart. The process of destroying the resurrection ceremony went smoothly. Although he also encountered dangers such as water monsters and corpse caves in plastic surgery hospitals, he relied on something unique to him to avoid dangers.
"These eight rituals don't feel like the resurrection rituals that Meng prepared for myself, but more like some kind of force driving me to experience them."
Calling Yan Le, Han Fei once again used the secret of touching the depth of the soul to check the other party. He could confirm that Yan Le and all the dead souls in her body were fine. The other party was not deliberately arranged by Meng, but it was undeniable that Han Fei
Fei was attracted to the Paradise Family by Yan Le in the first place.
From the first ceremony to the sixth ceremony, Han Fei got back a lot of things. There were some scenes that only he could decipher, such as letting Fu Sheng's remnant soul walk out of the mirror, or imprinting the maze map deep in his mind.
The steps have become complete, and the memory unlocking has reached stage nine.
But the closer he got to being complete, the more uneasy he felt. The resurrection of the dream would not be that simple.
"Orphan No. 4 said that he has become an unspeakable dream and possesses indescribable special abilities. He can even interfere with the normal operation of the shrine's memory world through the impression of him in Fu Sheng's mind."
The unspeakable existence is very terrifying. You can feel it as long as you pronounce their names. Their strength far exceeds hatred, and their various methods are unimaginable.
Han Fei is now very suspicious that the dream in Fu Sheng's memory shrine has a trace of the real dream, and it is very likely that he will "fight" with the unspeakable for the first time.
"Tell me the location of the last two ceremonies. We can't wait any longer."
"I don't know the location of the seventh ceremony, but I know that a forensic doctor once entered the paradise late at night and talked with Meng. The seventh ceremony was probably at his place of work." Yan Le's mother said ambiguously.
"There are many places where forensic doctors work." Han Fei's adoptive father in this city is a forensic doctor. He recalled his daily life: "The forensic studio of the criminal police brigade, the forensic clinic of the brain hospital, the medical school
Forensic autopsy rooms, as well as all death scenes, as well as other suitable places for hiding corpses inside and outside the city."
"That's all I know." Yan Le's mother looked at Han Fei frankly: "The eighth ceremony may be in the paradise. Meng did not reveal any information related to the last ceremony."
"It doesn't matter." Han Fei's eyes slowly changed: "I feel that all the resurrection rituals of Meng are carried out around me. I was brought into the deep world by Fu Sheng, and I am the person Fu Sheng values the most. Meng He
Fu Sheng is a sworn enemy. If he knows about my existence, he will do whatever it takes to destroy me and cut off Fu Sheng's way out."
If in the deep world, Han Fei saw the indescribable, the only ability that could resist it was the speed of light. But this was in Fu Sheng's memory shrine. The dream body was thousands of miles away, and what Han Fei had to deal with now was just its power.
Just a thought.
After cleaning up the hospital underground, Han Fei called Uncle Ying to his side. He found many strange things about Uncle Ying.
The soul of the dead Uncle Ying still retains the same warmth as a living person.
Most ghosts are afraid of the sun, but according to Xiaohe's description, when the sun came out yesterday, Uncle Ying could walk freely under the sun without feeling any discomfort.
In addition, Uncle Ying crawled out from under the organ factory after being tortured. He was covered in wounds just now and his soul was about to dissipate, but only an hour later, all the wounds on his soul were healed.
This ghost has a powerful self-healing ability, and his soul seems to be able to repair its own injuries at all times.
"Uncle Ying, do you want to help more people?"
"Of course I do!" Uncle Ying nodded without hesitation.
"Then can you tell me why your soul is so special?" When Han Fei got close to the old man, he felt a resonance that was hard to describe. It seemed to be a kind of personality recognition.
"I don't know. When I was locked up in a mental hospital, the doctor diagnosed me as an introverted healing personality. I get special pleasure when I make up for other people's regrets and dissatisfaction..." Uncle Ying looked at his hands:
"I never do anything intentionally. I always act according to my own heart. I have spent my whole life in a trance like this, and finally turned into what you see now."
"Are you also a healing personality?" Han Fei slowly looked away from the old man and looked at the patients behind him, who were very similar to Han Fei to some extent.
This chapter has been completed!