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Chapter 93 Who is the Manager?

"I died five times, but now I have figured out where the ghosts are hiding in the bedroom. Compared with the child's bedroom, the living room and kitchen are actually safer."

Han Fei didn't understand why there were so many ghosts hiding in the child's room. He currently had too little information to calculate the results.

After scratching his name with the photo frame fragments, Han Fei rushed into the room again.

He still held the girl's head first, and then ran to the master bedroom which was far away from the living room. But what he didn't expect was that the master bedroom at the end of the room was locked and could not be opened without a key.

"In room 1091, only the master bedroom is locked. There must be something wrong here. It seems that I need to find the key to the master bedroom first."

Unable to enter the room, Han Fei did not sit still and wait for death. He had now figured out the movement trajectory and attack habits of the girl's head. Whenever the opponent rushed towards him, he could always use the brazier to block the opponent in advance.

Fight and retreat, Han Fei knows that it is impossible for him to clear the level in one life, so he wants to make his death more valuable every time!

After retreating to the other side of the living room, Han Fei kicked open the bathroom door. Perhaps there was too much noise, and the woman who was chopping meat in the kitchen ran out with a kitchen knife.

Facing the heads of women and children at the same time, Han Fei had no confidence at all. He smashed the girl's head away with all his strength and hid in the bathroom.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sharp kitchen knife kept slashing at the bathroom door. Han Fei could hear the hysterical voice of the woman outside the door. She seemed completely crazy.

"Can you hear me? Can anyone hear me?"

There is no one to communicate with, and room 1091 is simply a magical cave.

Holding on to the door handle and not daring to let go, Han Fei concentrated on dealing with the head and woman outside the door when the sound of water rushing behind him sounded and someone turned on the faucet.

Turning around, he saw black hair flowing out of the faucet. The black hair was like rotting water plants, exuding a strong odor, and had wrapped around Han Fei's legs at some point.

Unable to struggle, Han Fei was finally wrapped in black hair, and his body was completely deformed by the strangulation.



Opening his eyes, Han Fei's body was trembling slightly: "The sixth death."

I smashed the photo frame, took the glass shards to record, and carefully felt the pain in my arm.

"It's unrealistic to kill all the ghosts in the house with my own power. Only by letting them kill each other can I have a chance."

There were so many ghosts in the house that after dying six times, Han Fei still hadn't figured out how many ghosts there were in the house.

"A child's bedroom is the most dangerous, followed by the bathroom. I will try to open the bathroom and bedroom doors at the same time next time to see if the ghosts in the bathroom will fight with the ghosts in the bedroom. I will only be safe after they make a mess.

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"The mission requires me to kill all the ghosts and save all the people. The people in the room should be the middle-aged mother in the kitchen and the disfigured boy in the second bedroom. However, they are also in a very strange state. They reacted very badly when they saw me.

, it’s like seeing a ghost.”

Han Fei looked down at his posthumous photo and had an idea in his mind.

"Am I also a ghost?"

Picking up the brazier, Han Fei stared at the door of room 1091: "The manager's tasks are woven based on the manager's memory, which means that there should be traces of the manager's own presence in the room, and it is even said that the manager will be in the room.

Here, if I can find him, it will be a lot easier."

Han Fei knows nothing about managers now, and he needs more information.

But he also knows that there is no free lunch in the world, and all information and clues require his own life.

This is a game where memory is the bet, and the losing side will lose everything.

Opening the door to room 1091, Han Fei raised the brazier to block the girl's head. He had memorized all the other party's action routes and was predicting every step.

He rushed straight to the door of the second bedroom, opened the door, and without stopping, turned around and opened the bathroom door.

The temperature in the room dropped sharply, the child in the second bedroom cried, and the mother in the kitchen was about to open the kitchen door when she heard a strange noise.

At this time, Han Fei happened to be stuck at the door of the kitchen. The moment the door opened, he rushed into the kitchen, ready to grab the knife!

I don’t know whether it’s because the kitchen is located in the positive part of the house, or because fires are often lit in the kitchen, but the temperature in this room is higher than outside.

In order to prevent the girl from being attacked by his head, Han Fei rushed into the kitchen and closed the kitchen door at the same time.

He knew that time was tight and he could not be held back by a woman, so he did not hesitate to trade injuries for injuries.

During the fight for the knife, a bunch of keys from the woman's apron fell next to the refrigerator.

"The key is on the child's mother? Why did she lock the door of the master bedroom? I have never seen my father in the house. Could it be that my father was locked in the master bedroom?"

He successfully grabbed the kitchen knife, but when he went to pick up the key next to the refrigerator, the refrigerator door suddenly opened, and a headless corpse came out, grabbing Han Fei into the refrigerator.

His bones shattered, cold air rushed into his heart, and severe pain stimulated every nerve.

"It's so cold..."



When he opened his eyes for the seventh time, Han Fei didn't think about anything. He smashed the photo frame and scratched blood marks and his name on his arm.

"When you open the door, a girl's head will fall off, and there is a headless body of a child hidden in the refrigerator in the kitchen..."

Han Fei thought about the relationship between ghosts and people in the room, and after getting ready, he entered the room again.

Like last time, he opened the doors to the second bedroom and bathroom first. After hearing the child's piercing cry, he guided the head to the kitchen door.

The moment his mother came out, Han Fei took out the bunch of keys from her apron pocket.

Dodging the waving kitchen knife, Han Fei rushed to the master bedroom. Because the woman and the head were behind him, he only had one chance to try to open the door.

After choosing the first key, Han Fei inserted it into the keyhole. He twisted the key, but the door did not open. When he was about to try the second key, the kitchen knife had already fallen on him.

"There must be something hidden in the master bedroom!"



The eighth death, the ninth death, and it was not until Han Fei died for the tenth time that he successfully opened the master bedroom door!

The moment the door panel opened, he got directly inside, then took the key and closed the master bedroom door.

The child's mother kept hacking at the wooden door with a kitchen knife, and the girl's head banged against the door panel. Han Fei knew that his time was limited.

He turned around and began to look at the room, and his eyes were quickly attracted to the double bed in the room.

An eleven or two-year-old boy was tied up on the stained bed. His hands and feet were tied to the legs of the bed with restraints. He was also wearing a special hospital gown. He seemed to be in a coma.

"I have been to all the rooms in the house. There should be only three living people, the mother and two children. Who among them could be the former manager?"

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