The collector really wants to have ashes that are so black that they glow, but he doesn't want to be the ashes himself.
When the soul poison in Da Ni's mouth was about to flow onto the collector's face, he seemed to suddenly wake up from his dream: "I have seen the night policeman you mentioned. He holds a camera and will take pictures and record things wherever he goes. I used to
He was a very famous crime hunter, but I don’t know what he went through, and he became a night policeman in a very short period of time.”
Han Fei looked at the collector who suddenly changed his mind with a smile, took out a heart cooked by Xu Qin from the inventory, and ate it slowly.
Da Nie stands between the Collector and Han Fei, with his mouth hanging over the Collector's head. It can threaten the Collector and at the same time ensure Han Fei's safety. The current situation is Han Fei's favorite.
"I feel like you're lying."
"Everything I said is true!"
"If you want to build trust, then eat half of my heart." Han Fei used Xu Qin's curse and Da Nie's soul poison to weave a web that bound the soul in the Collector's body.
He also understood his current situation, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Stop struggling, the more you struggle, the faster you will die." Han Fei touched the collector's soul, which was stained with the smell of copper and disgusting: "Not even a special resident? I am very disappointed."
"Everything in this collection room can be given to you, and I will satisfy your request. Can you spare my life?" The collector knew that he had made a mistake. He did not expect the outsider to be so groveling in front of Zhang Shu.
There is such a terrifying monster hidden in the body. Of course, the main reason is that Han Fei's acting is so good, and he minimizes the collector's vigilance from the very beginning.
"I'm not a cruel person, and I don't like killing. If you do something for me in ten days, I will help you lift the death curse." A completely desperate person has no use value. Only by giving the other person a little hope will he be obedient and work hard.
Run forward.
"Okay, I'll take you to the night policeman now."
The Collector and Han Fei walked out of the room together. When the man named Zhang Shu saw them coming out, he thought the deal was settled and ran to the Collector like a pug ready to claim credit.
He rubbed his hands together with a flattering look on his face, but before he could speak, the collector stabbed a sharp white knife into his abdomen.
The collector acted very quickly, and he had hidden the white sharp knife on his body in advance. If Han Fei had been careless just now, he might have ended up like Zhang Shu.
"How dare you neglect guests who have come from afar? You are getting more and more shameless."
Pulling out the sharp knife, the knife in the collector's hand was completely white and not stained with a trace of blood.
He himself is not very strong, but the knife in his hand is very special.
After Zhang Shu died, the collector put on another face: "This annoying guy is finally dead. Wasn't he the one who made you feel bad just now?
As both a rusty ladder cleaner and a collector who kills whenever he wants, Han Fei has a deeper understanding of this building.
A few people walked in the dark alley, avoiding the crowds. They stepped on the bones of the adventurers and came to the corridor on the tenth floor where there were the most vendors.
"The stable environment on the tenth floor attracted many people from other floors, so it became more and more prosperous."
The Collector was about to lock the door leading to the dark alley, but a rotten corpse's hand bone was stuck in the crack of the door. He kicked the severed hand away with some embarrassment: "Some people live very well, then naturally
There must be other people paying for their pleasure, and the existence of dark roads is actually to protect everyone. As long as you don't fall prey here, you will live a very happy life."
"This building is really realistic."
With the Rusty Ladder Boss Collector leading the way, Han Fei avoided a lot of trouble. They finally stopped in front of door No. 000109, which was decorated as a tavern.
"Most night policemen will hide in restricted areas because they have many enemies, but the night policeman you are looking for is special. He likes to stay in crowded places. He will often sit here alone all day long until he runs out of money.
I went to the restricted area to look for things that I could exchange for money. I have quite a few collections there that he gave to me."
After opening two iron doors in a row and walking through a long corridor, Han Fei successfully entered the "tavern". It is said to be a "tavern", but besides wine, there are many other things here.
There was a huge iron cage in the center of the simple dance floor. The cage was full of blood and seemed to have contained something before.
The dim light swept slowly, and various people were sitting on the shabby sofa. They all held a cup with blood-red wine in their hands.
"Give me five glasses of the worst wine." The collector walked to the bar and said in a low voice.
"You are still as stingy as ever." The owner of the tavern is the winemaker himself. His body is hidden at the bar and in the back room so that no one can see it.
"Shh! Keep your voice down!" The collector was very scared and quickly turned around to explain to Han Fei: "No matter what you are doing here, you must order a glass of wine. You can try it later. The wine in the tavern is famous for its delicious taste. There are many
People from other floors come here specifically to drink.”
"You call this wine?" Han Fei looked at the turbid and sticky blood wine in other people's glasses.
"Although no one knows how this wine is made, it does have the same taste as wine, and there is no harm to the body after drinking it." When the collector was talking to Han Fei, a small window behind the bar
After being pulled away, an arm covered with scars, engraved with curses, and completely deformed placed the wine glass on the bar.
"Your wine is ready." No one could see the body of the tavern owner, only his voice could be heard and one of his arms could be seen during the whole process.
Holding his own wine, the collector began to look around the tavern: "Follow me. Regular customers are usually at the back. They don't like to be disturbed."
Avoiding the people in the living room, the Collector drank from his glass and led Han Fei into a room at the back of the tavern.
The lights became dimmer, and the room reeked of something rotting.
"Big reporter, someone is looking for you, answer his questions well, and I can help you buy wine for another week." The collector said a series of numbers, which seemed to be the name of the night policeman.
Han Fei also looked towards the collector. On a broken bed in the corner, there was a middle-aged man lying on his side. He was holding a professional camera in his arms. His eyes were round and his pupils were bloodshot. It seemed like he had been there for a long time.
No more sleep.
"Don't pretend to be dead. I've helped you so many times. You have to know how to repay the favor." The collector suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He saw the night guard raising the camera with one hand and pointing it at it.
he.
The camera seemed to have the ability to curse, and the collector closed his mouth very wisely, and even forced a smile on his face.
Han Fei's resistance to the curse was already maxed out. He could be said to have "grew up" with the curse. At this time, he walked directly to the bed.
Han Fei felt familiar when he saw the night policeman's face. With his memory, even if he passed by him in daily life, he could clearly recall his appearance within a period of time.
"I seem to have seen you on TV?" Han Fei tried his best to recall the various murder cases he had seen, but the faces in those photos and videos could not match those of the night police: "Were you once a reporter?"
The night policeman was too lazy to answer. He turned his head to the other side, revealing the densely packed charges on the back of his neck - Xu Fucai, Snakehead, Fu Ming...
"Crime detective?" Han Fei waved his hand to let the others go out first. When he and the reporter were the only ones left in the room, he slowly spoke: "When did you run into this building? It was through the murder club.
Mirror? Or other channels?"
The people from the Killing Club made the reporter frown, but he still ignored Han Fei. He seemed to feel that talking to anyone in this building would be an insult to him.
"If I say that I have a way to take you out of this building, can you join hands with me, because I am also a crime hunter." In just one sentence, Han Fei threw out two blockbuster messages. He was originally lying on his side.
The reporter on the bed slowly turned around.
He stared at Han Fei's face and the light in Han Fei's eyes.
"There are no crime detectives in this building, only bad guys and worse people."
"That's not necessarily true. As long as I'm still alive, there will be at least one good person in the building." Han Fei sat beside the bed: "You give me a completely different feeling from others. We came from the same place. We started out
They were the same kind of people."
"But soon you will become like me. It seems that I can already see your ending. Either you die or you will die." The reporter drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "I
There is only one piece of advice I can give you: accept the devil in your heart and become the kind of person you hated most as soon as possible, so that you can suffer less."
"You didn't persist, maybe because you couldn't leave this building. Hope slowly dissipated, but despair kept accumulating, and finally crushed you." Han Fei looked at the blood wine in the glass, with no idea of trying.
Neither: "The biggest difference between you and me is that I know the way out, so no matter what I go through, the hope in my eyes will never go out."
"What are you talking about about how to leave? If there is such a way, will you continue to stay here?" There was a hint of impatience in the reporter's words, and his voice began to change. When his mood fluctuated, the reporter
There is a vague grimace on the face!
"I can let you take a look to prove that I didn't deceive you. But before that, you have to tell me everything about you, including your name, experience, and how you entered this building."
Han Fei's talent for summoning spirits can be used again tonight. If it doesn't work, he calls Huang Ying over. He hasn't seen Brother Huang for a long time, and Han Fei misses him a little.
The reporter was affected by Han Fei's spiritual ability. After struggling for a long time, he said: "My name is Ji Zheng, and I am a reporter for Xinhu Radio Station. In fact, I have no sense of justice at all. No one has listened to ordinary radio programs for a long time. I want to
Change, so I focused on some strange and mysterious cases."
"Investigating, exposing, and exposing, I sent many bastards to jail." "My fame gradually grew, but I was also targeted."
"One day a few weeks ago, I received news that there was child abuse in the welfare home run by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, so I conducted a follow-up investigation for half a year."
"The final result will probably shock everyone. The orphanage above Yongsheng Pharmaceutical is just abusing children. They are even testing new drugs on some orphans. It is simply crazy."
"I didn't care about anything at the time. I just wanted to save those children. Even if I collided with the giant Yongsheng Pharmaceutical and ended up being shattered to pieces, it didn't matter."
The reporter suddenly stopped when he said this, and Han Fei continued to ask: "What's next?"
"Forgot." The reporter pointed to his head: "A bug was put into my brain. It is eating away at my memory. Now I have forgotten who put the bug in. I
I just remember that they were laughing crazily, and the room was filled with flowers that looked like human heads."
This chapter has been completed!