Chapter 770 Han Fei and Kuangxiao’s choice
"I would like to be you, are you willing to tell me the truth?"
Han Fei didn't lie. He thought for a long time before giving a hilarious answer.
It's unfair for Laughter to bear all the pain alone. Healing personality, black box, these things should have been Laughter in the first place.
"I said a long time ago, you heal them and I will heal you. This is my choice."
The bells of the bloody orphanage stopped ringing, and the blood color that shrouded the orphanage seemed to have faded a bit. Fine raindrops fell on the fence, and time seemed to flow back to a rainy night many years ago.
The children's voices came out from the orphanage, and their immature words contained a maturity that was completely inconsistent with their youth.
"After death, will people no longer feel pain and sadness?"
"They say that you can go to the world of your father and mother after you die, but unlike you, I don't know who my father and mother are, and I have never met them."
"Han Fei, can I ask you a favor?"
"Say it."
"Kill me, okay?"
The tattered dolls in the room were torn to pieces, and blood-red cotton wool flew everywhere.
"I don't want to become a monster, can you play with me like before?"
"Han Fei, why are you ignoring me? I have become a good boy in the eyes of the teacher. I have taken all the medicine and completed everything they asked. Why aren't you happy for me?"
"Han Fei, I don't understand why everyone wants to stay away from me. Can you open the door? You are my only friend now."
"Can I ask you for one last thing? Tie the rope between my head and my body firmly..."
The handmade clay sculpture head placed on the aisle rolled down, and there was a red rope like a blood vessel between his head and body.
"The doctor said you can eat the pain in my body, and you can relieve my mental stress, but you are obviously just a useless little brat. Let's go! I don't need you to eat my pain!"
"Stand still! I'm the oldest kid here. If you dare to tell anyone about me beating you, you're dead! Get out!"
"Cry! Why don't you cry! Why are you still smiling after bleeding so much!"
"You're about to be beaten to death by me! Why don't you fight back! Come on! Take those sharpened chopsticks and kill me!"
"Han Fei, I just hope you can kill me without any guilt or sadness. This is the last thing I can do for you. I am a useless big brother, right?"
The wooden horse in the yard was pushed down by a force, and knife marks appeared on the belly of the wooden horse. It could be seen that the person wielding the knife had collapsed at this time.
"I heard that you are the worst kid here? Their deaths seem to be related to you? Why don't you talk? Don't try to hide it. I am different from you. I was listed in a separate grade in the IQ test."
"What are you worried about every day? The experiments here are trivial to me. There is no difficulty at all. Just lie down and I will lead everyone away."
"The logic of this world is actually very simple. One percent of geniuses lead the ninety-nine percent of ordinary people to move forward... Don't interrupt me. I don't feel tired. The wounds on my face are
I touched it accidentally."
"Don't give up! Don't be discouraged, hold on! We can all graduate smoothly! Believe me, I am number two! I am the genius who will crush you in IQ!"
"They thought I was a bit dangerous, so they gave me a pair of prosthetic eyes. Doesn't this just mean they are afraid? They are afraid of me!"
"Why are you crying! Don't worry, as long as your brain is still there, I will definitely take you away!"
"Han Fei? Did we meet once this morning? I haven't been thinking clearly lately."
"Han Fei? When was the last time we met? Was it just now?"
"Who are you? I seem to have seen you somewhere?"
"Stranger, can you do me a favor and smash my brain, which is filled with countless tubes and soaked in a jar?"
"Thanks……"
The flowerpot filled with blood fell from the window sill, and the sticky soil inside splashed all over the floor.
The voices of children rang out one after another, and those memories were so clear that Han Fei had grown up, and their words still lingered in the Bloody Orphanage.
They were trapped here, and Han Fei himself never got out.
Twenty-nine different sounds appeared in various places in the Bloody Orphanage, and blood flowers bloomed. During the whole process of laughing wildly, he stood in the classroom, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, but this time he did not laugh wildly.
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When the night rain was about to stop, the last child's voice slowly sounded in the classroom.
"Goodbye, Han Fei, the doctor is coming to pick me up."
"My last wish is that you can be happy every day and never lose your smile."
As soon as the child's voice dissipated, the maniacal laughter standing in the classroom began to mutilate himself crazily. The big bell of the bloody orphanage rang again, and a huge bloody wave was set off in Han Fei's mind.
He wanted to understand Kuangxiao's past and was willing to take the initiative to extend his hand, but Kuangxiao still couldn't get out of the shadow. His will seemed to be locked up by thirty chains. As long as he touched it, he would go completely crazy and lose all reason.
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While he was laughing wildly, Han Fei's consciousness was forcibly squeezed out of his mind, leaving only the last wishes of the thirty children in his ears.
"What have they been through to make them hope that laughter can kill them?"
A series of childish voices lingered around Han Fei. Thirty children are not just a number, each of them is an independent soul and life.
"The first child who begged for death, the obedient child in the orphanage, the eldest brother who hoped to relieve the psychological pressure of laughing wildly, and finally only the number two in the brain was left...and the child who hoped that laughing wildly would make him happy every day."
Something deep in his memory was touched, part of the outer wall of the Bloody Orphanage melted away, and the hysterical laughter intertwined with the voices of the thirty children. Han Fei no longer thought consciously, but completely
Put yourself into the voices of those desperate children.
The dance in the dark changed, and dead souls appeared on the mirrors. They crowded around the stage, as if they were participants in this ceremony.
Han Fei on the stage also seemed to be an ancient sacrifice. The blind old man's dance seemed to be a bridge to communicate with the gods, and at this moment, this bridge communicated with Han Fei and laughter.
Han Fei put down all his precautions and was immersed in the memory of the Bloody Orphanage. He took the initiative to communicate with Kuangxiao, allowing the orphanage in his mind to slowly merge with the entire mind.
After the dance ended, the souls in the room seemed to have noticed something terrifying, and began to flee one after another. All the mirrors were dim, except for the mirror facing the stage, which reflected Han Fei's own figure.
Han Fei on the stage and Han Fei in the mirror looked at each other. They were obviously the same person, but the auras they gave off were completely different.
Without any communication, a small bloody handprint appeared in the mirror, and children wearing orphanage clothes timidly walked out from behind the maniacal laughter, one after another.
They were all people killed by Laughter, but they still stood behind Laughter after death. They were the shackles of Laughter for life, the ghosts and burdens that Laughter could never get rid of, and they were all that Laughter had.
"This mirror can see all the people you killed. He and those children are standing in the mirror. I think you can understand what he means?" The blind old man's empty eyes moved from behind Han Fei to
In the mirror: "You made your choice, and he seems to have made his choice too."
Han Fei said nothing. He stretched out his hand toward the mirror, but the mirror couldn't bear it anymore, and cracks appeared quickly.
"No!" The blind old man tried his best to knock Han Fei aside. He was already very fast, but the mirror was still full of cracks and could break at any time!
Han Fei, who was sitting next to the stage, also woke up. He quickly took a look at his attribute bar. Fortunately, the old man was not a ferocious ghost. Otherwise, with his little health, he would have been dead just now.
"It almost broke! Do you know that you almost got into trouble just now?" The blind old man touched the cracks on the mirror: "Every mirror in the club is the eye of a god. If you break the mirror, that's
Poke the blind god in the eye!"
"The gods you are talking about are indescribable, right?" Han Fei, who was completely awake, pointed to the dark clouds outside the window: "My friend said the dark clouds in this area are a ghost..."
"Don't talk nonsense, and don't discuss it with others!" The blind old man touched the mirror distressedly: "The gardener hasn't come back, maybe he is in trouble, and there can't be any more problems in the club. Don't come here in the past few days, I understand.
?"
"Why?"
"You still ask me why?" The blind old man punched the air angrily: "If you really have nothing to do, go and deliver a letter for me."
The old man seemed to be trying to distract Han Fei. He took out a crumpled envelope from his pocket: "This building complex shrouded in dark clouds is divided into an inner area and an outer area. What we are in now is the outer area. Take the letter
Go straight along the street and pass through a few blocks. When you look up and you can see the skyscraper, you have reached the inner area."
"Inner area? Outer area?"
"The inner area is many times more chaotic and dangerous than our place, but if you hold the club's black umbrella, no one will make things difficult for you." The blind old man seemed to be convincing himself: "When you get to the inner area, you have to find a building full of trees.
If there are flowers in the mansion, the gardener should be there."
"No other hints?"
"The bungalow is very luxurious and has a very large swimming pool. It's easy to find." The old man handed the crumpled letter in his hand to Han Fei. At the same time, a system prompt appeared in Han Fei's mind.
"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the E-level ordinary task - delivering a message."
"Sending letters: Sending letters to ghosts is something that a ghost has to do, but everyone thinks you are capable of it. Please complete the task without any other resentment or hatred, and deliver the letter in the shortest possible time!"
"Attention! The earlier the delivery time, the richer the reward! If the delivery time exceeds three hours, the reward will be halved; if the delivery time exceeds four hours, there will be no reward; if the delivery time exceeds five hours, the friendliness of other club members towards you will decrease.
You will also get other random punishments!”
Han Fei did need to do a task now, but he didn't want to go directly into the dangerous inner area.
"Uncle, are you sure I can do this job?" Han Fei's health is still being absorbed by the shrine. Even if he keeps eating meat made by Xu Qin, he can't raise his health to a safe range.
"Then who knew you could break this mirror? I have made it very clear that the mirror is the eye of the god. If you punch the god directly in the eye socket, will it not be angry?" The blind old man urged Han Fei to leave:
"Let's go quickly. You must hand the letter to the gardener with your own hands. No one else can believe it."
"Okay, I will deliver the letter to the gardener. You must wait for my return." Han Fei looked at the fragments on the mirror and then at the blind old man.
"I'm just sending a message. Don't sound so scary, as if you'll never see me again." The blind old man found a piece of black cloth to cover the mirror, and dragged Han Fei out of the dance studio.
In order to prevent Han Fei from coming back, he personally sent Han Fei to the door of the club. After Han Fei left, he locked the door from the inside.
"Is he worried that I will be hurt, so he chooses to bear the danger alone? The uncle is so kind." I have to say that Han Fei also has a good mentality.
Holding up the black umbrella, Han Fei said hello to Xu Qin, and with the help of hatred, he stuffed the evil into the ghost pattern.
"The system asked me to deliver the letter alone, without any other resentment or hatred, but Da Ni is not a ghost." Han Fei touched Da Ni's head that was unwilling to blend into the ghost pattern: "It's just a little cutie."
This chapter has been completed!