The madman's words cannot be thought deeply, but in order to find out the identity of the butterfly, Han Fei not only thought deeply about the words on the wall, but also prepared to write down every word.
When he was carrying more than half of it, the living room door opened and Xu Qin walked in from the outside.
"There are a few less living people in the building. The situation is not good. Let's find a way to get the mask as soon as possible and get out of here."
"Is it necessary to use a mask to leave?" Han Fei was a little confused: "The flesh and blood factory in Animal Alley has been destroyed, and the rules here should have changed."
"The manager of Animal Alley is a mystery. All the rules are made by him. As long as he is not dead, we must abide by his rules." Xu Qin mentioned the most critical point. All special buildings in the deep world have them.
Their own managers, before the manager dies, they control everything in the building. They are both the makers and executors of the rules.
“Don’t everyone know who the manager is?”
"No one has ever seen him, that is, no one can survive knowing who he is. From this, we can see how terrifying he is." Xu Qin expressed her worries: "Being able to control such a huge area,
Independent of this, the managers of Animal Alley should be very powerful."
"I understand, what should we do next?"
"Go to the writer's room first. If you really can't complete the task of finding someone, then you can only kill the person who posted the task." Xu Qin was very direct. This woman has a special charm.
The three of them quietly walked out of the room. Under the leadership of Xu Qin, they avoided all the traps along the way and arrived at a room on the fourth floor.
"Is this the writer's house?"
After opening the door and seeing the scene inside the room, Han Fei was stunned.
The writer's room in the deep world is different from that in reality. There are butterfly specimens placed everywhere on the walls, in the cabinets, and on the desk.
The writer seems to have made specimens of all kinds of butterflies from all over the world and collected them in his room.
In reality, there is nothing related to butterflies in the writer's room, but it is completely different in the deep world. It seems that all important clues have been kept by the writer in the deep world.
"It seems that the writer also expected that Butterfly would definitely erase everything related to it." In fact, Butterfly did it more thoroughly. Not only did it erase all traces of its own existence, it also killed all those who wanted to explore the secrets.
Die without leaving any hidden dangers.
Only in the deep world can Han Fei see the writer's real room and see the real him.
The writer's pen name is Spider, but there is not a single item related to spiders in his room. Instead, there are books and specimens related to butterflies everywhere.
His research on butterflies has reached the point of obsession. He is not only tracking down tangible butterflies, but also looking for various things similar in appearance to butterflies, as well as legends and strange stories about butterflies.
"Seeing this, do you think the owner of the house is an entomologist?" Xu Qin followed Han Fei into the room: "Don't be fooled by the appearance. The owner's occupation and daily life have nothing to do with butterflies. He is
At a certain stage, he suddenly went crazy."
Standing in the house and looking anywhere, you can see the beautiful patterns on the wings of butterflies, but after looking at them for a long time, I feel inexplicably disgusting and scary.
The lines on the wings are like evil eyes, peering into the hearts of living people.
After searching the living room, Han Fei entered the study. The moment he opened the door, he was shocked again.
The walls of the entire room are covered with some kind of pattern. Standing in the middle of the room, it feels like being wrapped by the huge wings of a butterfly.
The gorgeous dreamy wings gave Han Fei a suffocating feeling at this time. He simply couldn't imagine how the writer could work here alone.
"The Butcher's House is the heart of the spider. These patterns should be the manifestation of something in the writer's heart."
After rummaging through the bookcase and opening the drawer, Han Fei discovered something strange after searching for a long time.
The writer's house is filled with all kinds of books, but only the books he wrote himself.
"People in this building seem to only know the writer, but they don't know that the writer's pen name is Spider. It feels a bit strange." Looking up at the window, Han Fei discovered another anomaly.
In real life, where the wind chimes hang in the writer's window, there is something similar to an amulet hanging here.
Han Fei stepped on the chair to take off the amulet. When he accidentally touched the roof, he accidentally discovered that a layer of the ceiling had been hollowed out somewhere.
Using his hands hard, Han Fei removed a wooden board covered with paint, and butterfly corpses fell from his head.
"How many butterflies did he kill?"
Among the pile of butterfly corpses, Han Fei found a handwritten first draft.
"Attention, player No. 0000! You have successfully discovered the hidden mission item - Unnamed Hope (Incomplete)."
The first draft had no name and no table of contents; it was more like an essay.
Blowing off the incomplete wings of the butterfly above, Han Fei opened the first draft and looked at it.
"I don't know since when, the world in my eyes has changed. I recorded everything I saw. This is obviously reality, but everyone after reading it said it was a story."
"Perhaps you are also curious about what exactly I saw? This starts from a dream..."
The first half of the manuscript is similar to the No. 8 subpersonality. The butterfly appears in a dream and wants to enter reality through the writer.
However, unlike the No. 8 sub-personality, the butterfly has never succeeded in killing the writer, whether in dreams or in reality.
He escaped the butterfly's pursuit time and time again, and finally even wanted to kill the butterfly.
Through constant contact, the writer slowly discovered one thing: the butterfly is real. It comes from the deepest corner of the dream, and that corner seems to be connected to a world full of despair and pain.
The other party appears in the form of a butterfly, but behind the butterfly's wings, the writer gradually sees the shadow of a person.
The writer initially suspected that the other person, like himself, was someone who could see another world, but as the contact increased, he began to waver. He felt as if butterflies flew out of that world full of despair and pain.
Han Fei felt that he was getting closer and closer to finding the true identity of the butterfly. When he was reading the manuscript, he even memorized it directly.
At the end of reading, when Han Fei was most immersed, he suddenly found that the most important second half of the manuscript had been torn out. Someone seemed to have been here one step ahead of him.
"Only a few other personalities can be found here. Who could take the rest?"
Now Han Fei had two choices before him: kill everyone to find the first draft, or share the secret with all the sub-personalities in the building.
"How's it going? Do you have any clues?" Xu Qin pointed to the mask on her face, and Han Fei instantly understood what she meant.
"We probably won't be able to find a writer in a short period of time, so we'll have to make another plan."
The manuscript was a mission item identified by the system. Han Fei directly received it into the inventory. He took one last look at the room wrapped in butterfly wing patterns, and then walked with Xu Qin towards the room of the sixth sub-personality.