Han Fei chased after him with a knife, until the door of the master bedroom was knocked open. The mother, who was still a human being, had now turned into a terrifying monster. Stimulated by the child's cry, her body doubled in size.
There was blood all over his body.
When the kid saw the woman appear, he immediately changed back to his original appearance. He covered his broken leg, pointed at Han Fei and kept crying.
Eager to love her son, the woman rushed towards Han Fei.
Han Fei did not confront the opponent head-on. He ran into the second bedroom, as if predicting, raised his hand and cut off the arm behind the door with a knife, and then kicked the door shut!
"Come out! Follow me!"
Reaching under the bed, Han Fei grabbed his brother's collar and pulled him out.
The younger brother was frightened and cried, and now there were two children crying in the house.
The sound of my mother hitting the door became more violent, and the door lock shook!
Han Fei was on guard against the closet and behind the door, but at this moment the curtains were blown by the wind, and Han Fei found that the back of his head was lightly touched by something.
He looked back and saw a hanged man hanging behind the curtain, and what was touching the back of his head was the tip of his shoe.
When he noticed it, the hanged man had already pounced on him.
At the same time, the door to the second bedroom was knocked open, and the mother, whose face was covered with blood and wood chips, stuck her head into the room and looked at Han Fei ferociously.
His body was torn apart, and the pain caused Han Fei to lose consciousness.
…
His teeth were bleeding from his teeth. Han Fei smashed the photo frame and stared coldly at the door of room 1091.
"If you kill all the people and ghosts in the room, you should be able to unlock a new ending."
Han Fei didn't know why he had such thoughts. He felt that he had become a little strange. He seemed to be slowly becoming a different person: "It seems that the system prompts are not complete. Death here will not only forget the memory, but also
You will lose your humanity."
After dying again and again, struggling in pain and endless despair, Han Fei could clearly feel the changes in his psychology.
"There is only one way to end all this, and that is to face the next death seriously and find the only way in this infinite reincarnation."
Using glass shards to carve the number of deaths and his name, Han Fei opened the door and entered.
Use the master bedroom to trap the mother, use the hair in the toilet to kill the body in the refrigerator, then place the empty refrigerator next to the second bedroom and open the refrigerator door.
Han Fei calculated the position and used the model under the TV to lure the kid.
He counted the time silently in his mind. Four seconds later, Han Fei took the brazier and smashed it at the door without even looking.
At this time, the little ghost happened to appear. It was hit by the brazier containing paper money and ashes, fell to one side, and fell into the open refrigerator.
Before the kid could react, Han Fei closed the refrigerator door, dragged the refrigerator to the bathroom and opened it again.
The little ghost rushed out of the refrigerator in a hurry and was entangled in black hair. It cried desperately, but could not break free.
In order to clear up the relationship, Han Fei immediately retreated before his mother went crazy and dragged the refrigerator back to the second bedroom with all his strength.
The whole process took less than thirty seconds, and Han Fei's skill was shocking.
"The real brother is hiding under the bed. After scaring him to tears, my mother will still come over. I want to get rid of all the ghosts in the second bedroom before he cries."
There was no fear or fear. Han Fei's expression was calm and frightening.
He rushed into the house with a kitchen knife and aimed it at the air to chop.
When he raised the kitchen knife, there was nothing at the door. When Han Fei gathered strength to chop down the kitchen knife, two arms just appeared. It felt like the other party deliberately stretched out in front of Han Fei and asked him to chop.
After cutting off the hand behind the door, Han Fei jumped on the bed and wildly waved the kitchen knife at a certain position on the curtain.
The screams sounded, and Han Fei spilled the ashes of the paper money in the brazier, trying to drag the hanged man into the refrigerator.
At this time, the closet door happened to be opened, and Han Fei, as if he had eyes behind his back, stabbed the kitchen knife somewhere without even looking.
His bloody clothes were torn. Han Fei used this precious time to severely injure the hanged man. But while he was distracted, the shadows hiding under the desk surged out like a tide. They were ghosts hiding in dark corners.
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Han Fei's body was dragged into the darkness under the desk by hands, and the grimaces completely overwhelmed him.
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The fourteenth time he opened his eyes, he was killed by the ghost.
The fifteenth time I opened my eyes, I was dragged downstairs by the Hanged Man and fell to death.
The sixteenth time he was wrapped in blood clothes, and all the blood in his body was sucked away by the blood clothes.
The seventeenth time he was besieged and killed.
The eighteenth time I didn't smash the mirror for a long time and was strangled by my hair.
…
Slowly opening his eyes, the man picked up the photo frame and smashed it to pieces. He picked up the sharpest piece of glass and instinctively slashed it towards his arm.
After making forty-four blood marks, he hesitated a little and then made forty-fifth blood marks.
"What do these blood stains mean? Why am I so familiar with this pain!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at his arms. One arm was dripping with blood, but there was no wound on the other arm.
"I seem to have forgotten something."
He grabbed the shards of glass with his bloody arm, and then slowly scratched a name on the other arm.
Han Fei!
Pushing open the door, blocking the person's head, the man entered the house.
"The next step is to get the keys."
The man had forgotten many things, but he was extremely familiar with this room, as if he had always lived here. He clearly knew the location of every ghost in the room, and every ghost corresponded to a kind of pain in his mind.
He deceived the mother into the bedroom, obtained ropes and restraints, booby-trapped the body and the girl's head in the refrigerator, and then turned on the kitchen fire.
While hunting ghosts, get distracted and smash the mirror.
The man did everything accurately to the second. He entered the bedroom three times, the first time he lured the kid out of the toy pile, and killed the kid with hair from the refrigerator and bathroom.
The second time he cut off the arm behind the door and stabbed the sharp knife hidden in the pile of toys into the heart of the hanged ghost.
Before Xueyi appeared, he evacuated the room and moved the bedroom sofa to block the door of the master bedroom to prevent his mother from coming out.
Then he opened the second bedroom for the third time. At this time, Xueyi was sucking the yin energy of the hanged ghost.
After it finished eating the hanged ghost, the man took the initiative to open his arms and put on the bloody clothes.
He was covered in blood, and tiny blood vessels pierced the man's skin, slowly sucking his blood, but also protecting his vitals.
Kicking over the desk, ghosts crawled out from under the desk, almost filling the room.
The man looked at this horrific scene with no expression on his face. His short-term memory was so amazing that he even remembered every movement of the ghost.
When countless lonely ghosts rushed towards him, he dodged between the skinny arms. It was as if the two sides had discussed and rehearsed in advance. Those arms and claws were always the same as his.
He led most of the ghosts to the bathroom and strangled the ghosts with the help of the hair there. Then he held a kitchen knife and surrounded and killed the remaining ghosts in blood-clothed clothes.
After confirming that all the ghosts were killed and his body had been sucked by a large amount of blood, he rushed into the kitchen and threw himself into the flames.
The fire burned the body and the bloody clothes. His cold eyes stared at the screaming bloody clothes. He didn't leave until the last piece of the bloody clothes turned into ashes.
"My clothes were burned during the murder."
Dragging his nearly useless body, the man picked up the things he could see around him and smashed them against the bathroom mirror.
When the last lens fell off the frame, the screams and black hair of the woman in the bathroom disappeared.
Turning around silently, the man looked towards the second bedroom.
He counted the time, and three seconds later, a disfigured boy crawled out from under the bed.
The child's expression was simple, but his body was constantly deforming, thick blood vessels gushing out of his body, and he exuded strong malice.
The younger brother turned into a monster that devoured everything in the room, including toys, food, light, and the love of his parents.
The monster is getting more and more terrifying and disgusting, and if the man doesn't take action, he will be eaten.
"According to the instructions on the case sheet, after killing all the ghosts, you have to kill the evil ghost on your younger brother to pass the level. But is there really an evil ghost on my younger brother?"
The monster in front of him is getting closer and closer. The man is dragging his body with injuries, and his eyes are getting calmer: "I forgot why I came here, but I remember someone once told me to kill all the ghosts and save all the ghosts."
people."
The man raised the kitchen knife, but did not hurt the monster, but pointed the tip of the knife at himself: "No matter how ferocious and terrifying my brother becomes, he is still a human in your memory, and the reason why I can't leave until now is
Because there is still a ghost in this house who has not been killed."
The kitchen knife was pressed against his neck. The man still remembered the framed photo of himself at the door.
"The last ghost is me."
He slashed his neck with the tip of the knife. Blood was oozing everywhere in the originally normal room, and everything began to show its true appearance.
This chapter has been completed!