The reporter picked up Han Fei's glass of blood wine and drank it in one gulp. It seemed that only alcohol could help him numb the pain and make him temporarily forget about the bug in his brain.
"Have you investigated the welfare home run by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?"
Han Fei's eyes changed, and he pointed at his face: "Have you ever seen a child with a healing personality?
"I have forgotten all the memories related to those children. If you really want to know, you can go find those people who stuffed bugs into my brain." The reporter threw away Han Fei's wine glass: "Okay, let me see.
Look at that passage you mentioned."
"no problem."
Han Fei took two steps back and moved his fingers on the attribute panel.
"spiritualism!"
The splash of blood instantly tore apart the property panel, and the thick smell of blood was like a storm that had been brewing for a long time, swallowing up the small room in the blink of an eye.
The reporter who was lying on his side on the bed had an incredible look on his face. He supported his body with his arms and stared firmly in front of Han Fei.
He couldn't see the ghost door that had been torn open by the attribute surface, but he could clearly feel the steady stream of terrifying aura coming from somewhere in the room. The smell of blood didn't belong to a skyscraper.
"Huang Ying!"
Two simple Chinese characters made the storm on the sea of blood become more violent. Another monster summoned by Han Fei seemed to have sensed something. The blood shadow was moving crazily in the building.
The ghost faces suspended on the sea began to scream, and driven by Han Fei's consciousness, they crashed into the sea of blood one after another.
Shaking the soul-inducing bell, Huang Ying's name was bitten by a ghost face and dragged out of the sea.
Five fingers grasped the edge of the ghost door, and drops of blood dripped down the white coat. Huang Ying was followed by the constantly twisting and changing nightmare as he walked out of the ghost door step by step.
The dark pupils that were completely immersed in the nightmare gradually returned to normal. After Huang Ying saw Han Fei, the expression on his face slowly eased: "What do you need me to do?"
Huang Ying never asked Han Fei what kind of trouble he had encountered. As long as he could do it, everything would be fine.
"Are you going to reach level 40?" Han Fei also didn't expect Huang Ying to level up so fast. He is now becoming more and more aura of the number one player.
"I have selected the three most suitable for me from more than a dozen hidden professions. I have completed three changes and should be able to help you." In the past, Huang Ying only had empty levels and his mentality was the same as that of ordinary players.
The same thing, but since he was pulled into a dream by a butterfly and killed countless times by the mother that the butterfly transformed into, Huang Ying has really changed.
Without Han Fei having to say anything, Huang Ying opened the inventory and showed off the various rare items and props he had collected: "These are all prepared for you. I never had the chance to give them to you."
"Brother Huang, you really helped me a lot." If it were in other places, the things Huang Ying brought would be of little use, but in this skyscraper, a piece of meat that is not contaminated by mold can be exchanged for a lot of things.
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"I wish I could help you." While Huang Ying was taking things from the inventory, he also looked at the reporter next to him: "Who is he?"
"A fallen hero." Han Fei could feel the blood shadow approaching quickly. The evil ghost crawling out of the sea of blood seemed to be very interested in Huang Ying: "Brother Huang, I'll send you away right away. It's too dangerous here."
.”…
After putting the supplies sent by Huang Ying into his inventory, Han Fei immediately used Soul Recall to send Huang Ying back.
After Huang Ying left, the blood shadow seemed to have lost its clear target, and its movement toward Han Fei slowed down significantly.
"You should have seen it too." Han Fei placed a bottle of shallow world wine in front of the reporter: "I can take you home."
The "home" reporter didn't know how long it had been since he heard this word. He looked at the location where the Gate of Hell appeared, his pupils began to beat violently, and blood-red charges emerged from his neck like a red-hot iron.
But now the reporter couldn't feel the pain at all. He grabbed the bottle of wine and took a swig.
His throat was burning, and his eyes were still bloodshot, but the ashes deep in his eyes were glowing again.
"As long as you can take me away from this skyscraper, let me see my child again, and see that he is still alive! Then everything I have can be given to you! Including my soul, dignity and freedom!
Staggeringly stood up, the reporter's dirty and messy hair was scattered on his face. His seemingly thin body concealed terrible power. The blood-red charges were like poisonous insects, giving him strength and special talents at the same time.
It also tortured his will all the time.
"Deal." Han Fei held the reporter's extended hand.
"Attention, player number 0000! You have discovered the night policeman - Ji Zheng!"
"Ji Zheng (banned night police): Night police are divided into four levels according to the degree of danger: danger, forbidden, disaster, and night."
"Attention! They who were once the most dedicated to justice have now become the most terrifying people in the building! Be careful with them! Even the weakest night policeman is extremely dangerous!"
There is no information about Ji Zheng's abilities in the system prompts, maybe because Ji Zheng doesn't fully trust Han Fei yet.
"There is another reason why I came to you. There is a disaster ghost hidden deep in the corridor on the sixth floor. A surviving rusty ladder cleaner asked me to come to you." Han Fei was about to start the difficult E-level task.
"Has he become a disaster ghost?" A cruel smile appeared on Ji Zheng's face: "The rusty ladder cleaner once asked me to kill that child, but what they didn't know was that the child was the Yongsheng Pharmaceutical Welfare Institution.
One of the children who was killed. I don’t know why he appeared on the sixth floor and became a curse full of resentment.”
"Do you know the disaster ghost?"
"More than just acquaintance." Ji Zheng touched his camera: "After I took the reward of the rusty ladder cleaner, not only did I not kill the child, but I also taught him how to become stronger. That child was the child I used my sin and hatred to
Raised little by little, he should be unable to control himself now, and hatred will become a disaster!
Ji Zheng's appearance now is indeed completely different from before. The balance of good and evil in his heart has been destroyed, leaving only a riddled self.
"Does the kid know he's going to turn into a monster?"
"I once gave him a choice: to leave this world without pain, or to live here in pain forever, and then spread his pain to criminals who like to cause pain."
Ji Zheng stood up and pushed open the door of the tavern compartment. The dim light outside shone on his somewhat ferocious face: "He finally made the same choice as me."…
Seeing Ji Zheng walk out of the room, the hotel lobby suddenly became quiet. They stared at Ji Zheng in horror and looked at Han Fei in surprise.
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, how this building treats us, we will repay it." Han Fei nodded and touched the ghost pattern: "This is fair, isn't it?"
"Why do you, a crime hunter, act like a night policeman?" Ji Zheng's smile became more and more obvious. He and Han Fei walked out of the tavern side by side, with other special residents following behind them.
Several people walked towards the elevator, but before they reached the elevator, a very piercing scream came from a certain floor downstairs.
Han Fei's soul felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he felt the sharp pain. He felt it carefully and found that the connection between himself and the blood shadow of the ghost gate suddenly strengthened.
The blood shadow seemed to have had a conflict with something in the corridor. He attacked with all his strength and used some unknown special ability.
"You're so brave, you dare to walk down the corridor after twelve o'clock at night."
Miss Hong's whisper was heard by Han Fei: "Is the corridor dangerous after twelve o'clock?"
"There are taboos in the corridor." Ji Zheng picked up the camera and took a photo in the direction of the sound: "But ordinary people will not make such a big fuss when they encounter taboos, unless taboos meet taboos."
He glanced into the camera a few times and urged Han Fei: "Let's go to the sixth floor first. I will take the disaster ghost away."
"You guys take the elevator card and go to the sixth floor. I want to go somewhere else now."
Han Fei grabbed the collector and said, "You are the leader of the rusty staircase cleaner on the tenth floor. You should have other elevator cards in your hand, right?"
"Yes, there is, but I can't just bring others to use it."
"Stop talking nonsense." Han Fei looked at Ji Zheng: "If the disaster ghost can control himself, I am willing to accept him. The sixth floor is my territory, and you can make various attempts there."
"Are you in a hurry to leave because of the taboo in the corridor?" Ji Zheng fiddled with the camera: "I did see that you and that taboo are connected by the thread of fate."
"Without further delay, let's set off immediately!" Han Fei underestimated Ji Zheng's ability, but this was a good thing for him.
After tying up the collector, Han Fei forced him to use the elevator card, and they entered the No. 9 elevator together.
"Hurry up!" Han Fei was uneasy. He could already feel the blood shadow approaching rapidly. The taboo in the corridor seemed to have hurt it.
"Which floor are we going to?"
"The higher up, the better!" Han Fei closed the elevator. He saw the collector pressing the button to the 25th floor: "Can't we go to a higher floor?"
"Taking an elevator is also very dangerous. The higher the floor, the more likely you are to encounter accidents. The 25th floor is the limit I can go to."
Ji Zheng wanted to cry. He had not felt this helpless for too long.
"I'll believe you for once." Han Fei glanced at the slowly changing numbers on the elevator screen, his face gloomy, and the distance between him and the blood shadow was getting closer and closer.
The guy seemed to have entered the elevator room and was grabbing the compensation chain under the elevator and climbing up frantically.
"I stimulated it when I summoned the soul for the third time. Later, it was injured in the fight with the taboo in the corridor. It should be in the craziest stage now. I can't let it catch up at this time."
Clicking on the properties panel, Han Fei's exit key has not yet lit up, but counting the time, it should be soon.
The joys and sorrows of human beings were not understood. Han Fei was sweating anxiously, but the collector stared at the constantly changing numbers and exhaled a breath of cold air. There were many restricted areas upstairs, and you couldn't just go there casually.
11th floor, 13th floor.
When the elevator stopped at the 15th floor, a little blood stain appeared on the bottom of the elevator car.
In a short period of time, the blood stain spread to a large area, and the blood stain oozed out from the bottom of the elevator like a spring!
"What's going on?" The collector looked horrified. He had never encountered such a situation after taking the elevator many times.
"Is there any dangerous place on the 15th floor?" Han Fei frantically pressed the elevator door button.
"I rarely come to the 15th floor." The collector was stunned. For a moment, the elevator doors opened on both sides, and Han Fei had already rushed out: "Where are you going?"
"run!"
Han Fei answered neatly. A few seconds later, the collector who was still standing in the elevator felt that the whole world turned blood red.
He looked up and saw a scarlet blood shadow covering the elevator car. There was a face that looked very similar to Han Fei's in the blood.
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