Han Fei has dealt with many freaks. He is better at communicating with abnormal people than with normal people. He even has his own judgment system and will take different responses according to the degree of abnormality of the other person.
"He scattered his ashes in the wind. As long as the wind chimes ring, his soul will start to communicate with me."
The pale-skinned man looked at the wind chime. He seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of regret appeared on his young cheek that was somewhat inconsistent with his age.
"You seem to love your adoptive father?"
"Yes, I will come back here whenever I have time."
"Then why did you sell his brain to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?" Han Fei is not very good at chatting with people. The main reason is that he doesn't want to waste time by beating around the bush.
The man's head slowly turned and he looked at Han Fei: "Who are you?"
"My name is Han Fei, and I play your father in "Suspense Novelist"." Han Fei looked around and made sure that the other party did not carry any knives and there were no dangerous objects around him before walking over: "I have met your father."
The most complicated person, his heart is like a vast ocean, and every time I try to figure out his emotions and stories, I feel as if I am being dragged into the deep sea."
"No one can play him." The man said with certainty.
"Really? Each of our nine actors plays one of his personalities, can't we restore him?"
"The nine of you together can only fool uninformed people at most. If you want to restore the real him, you are far from enough." The man looked at Feng Chime again: "That is not a gap that acting skills can make up for.
,If you haven’t experienced it, you will never understand.”
"Experience? What have you experienced?" Han Fei was curious about every word the man said. This somewhat neurotic man was Han Fei's most important breakthrough in understanding spiders.
"I respect my father very much, and he loves me very much, but sometimes, he also wanted to kill me with his own hands." A smile appeared on the man's face that was completely inconsistent with his age: "Doesn't it sound very good?
Ridiculous? But that’s the reality.”
The man's words reminded Han Fei of the adoption file he found in the deep world. There were a lot of redundant words on the file, including extremely glaring words such as "kill" and "die".
"I've seen him skillfully slaughter livestock with a knife, I've seen him easily knock down young people who are much stronger than him, I've also seen him hold his head in his closet and cry, I've also seen him holding a knife.
and pen staring at my neck in the middle of the night.”
"The first time I realized he wanted to kill me was when I had no idea about death. I simply couldn't understand why he wanted to do that."
"But I don't blame him. He wanted to kill me, but in the end he was still the one who protected me."
"My father has multiple personalities, and the one who wants to kill me should only be one of them. Most of the time, he is normal."
The man seemed to be telling someone else's story. It felt uncomfortable to live with spiders, but there was no complaint about the spiders from the man's words. Instead, there was a trace of nostalgia in his words.
"Your father wanted to kill you, but you don't blame him?" Han Fei wanted to see through the heart of the man in front of him.
"In your eyes, my father is a writer suffering from schizophrenia. You think his story is very mysterious and legendary. But in my eyes, he is the most pitiful person in the world. He can't love in his life and lives in self-doubt and fear.
Self-betrayal." The man looked at the wind chime silently, as if saying to himself: "You won't understand."
"Can you tell me about him? I have read all his books and really want to know what he is really like." Han Fei sat next to the man.
Looking at the wind chime, the man spoke again: "My father once told me that the bravest decision he made in his life was to adopt me."
"Since the onset of the disease, he has completely locked himself in a completely closed world. He refuses to communicate with the outside world. He is worried that he will lose control and that other personalities will hurt those close to him."
"He has been living like this. I don't know why he changed at the last moment of his life. Maybe he didn't want to succumb to fate. He wanted to use the last period of his life to prove one thing. No matter what he suffered, he
It's still him, even fate can't shake him in the slightest."
The man pointed at his heart: "I was not killed by him. I am very grateful to him. I still miss him. From this point of view, he has won. He has defeated the destiny and has won."
The personality that wanted to kill me defeated the invisible hand that seemed to be able to control everything."
"Destiny? Invisible hand?" Through the man's words, a guess slowly appeared in Han Fei's mind.
The last battlefield between the spider and the butterfly is this adopted orphan. The butterfly cannot defeat the spider head-on, so it wants the spider to kill the adopted child with his own hands, causing a crack in the spider's heart!
The word "death" in the adoption file is the same as Spider's handwriting, but the writing state is completely different from Spider's manuscript. This suggests that Spider may have been out of control at that time, or was there something controlling him?
"Did your father say anything else to you? Did you hear the word butterfly in his mouth?"
"Butterfly?"
The wind outside the window suddenly blew the wind chimes. Amidst the slightly weird sound of the wind chimes, the man closed his eyes, his pale face seemed a little painful.
The loose black clothes were wrapped around him like a mourning dress. He did not answer Han Fei's question, muttered strange syllables in his throat, and then stood up directly, as if preparing to leave.
"Can't those two words be mentioned in this building? Let me tell you frankly, I have also been targeted by Butterfly. Like your father, I want to kill Butterfly now." Han Fei stopped the man: "
I have no other choice, that thing has crawled out from the depths of the nightmare, it is getting closer and closer to me, I saw it just a few dozen minutes ago."
The man subconsciously moved away from Han Fei, and then he shook his head: "It's impossible. Except for my father, no one can live to see it, and no one has the ability to make it appear."
"I don't know how things got to this point. In the beginning, I was just doing it for filming, but I accidentally helped the police uncover a human body puzzle from ten years ago and pulled out the tail of a butterfly. Later, I talked about a strange case in school.
I got into trouble with it and broke one of its wings. Let me tell you this." Han Fei stared at the man's face, and the horror from the deep world emerged unbridled in his eyes: "Your father has been fighting butterflies for so long.
, it’s still a deadlock. But my companions and I beat the butterfly once.”
When Han Fei said these words, his aura was completely different from before. The bloody feeling hit his face. It was as if there was an evil ghost escaping from the depths of hell hidden under his gentle appearance.
He doesn't feel like an actor to the adopted son of a spider at all, more like a butcher who only appears at the turn of midnight and dawn.
The man's face became paler. He thought for a long time and finally stopped.
"Since you can see it, it means you are not far from death. I don't know how to help you. My father didn't tell me anything. He just said to me at the last moment of his life..." The man's pale face showed
To Han Fei: "He said that I am Butterfly. He didn't win against Butterfly because of me, and it was also because of me that he didn't lose to Butterfly. I still don't understand the meaning of his words. Maybe the thing that has been bothering him has been
It ran into my mind. If he wants to kill that thing, he has to kill me, and if he kills me, he will lose."
Han Fei wrote down every word the man said. When the spider met the butterfly, the man was still a child. He was the butterfly's pawn and the spider's battlefield.
Although the man didn't know the brutality of the fight, his words could give Han Fei some inspiration.
"Butterflies know how to take advantage of human nature. I want to avoid similar situations."
From the struggle in the depths of consciousness to the fight in reality, what Spider encountered back then was just like Han Fei now.
In the deep world, Han Fei was cursed by the dead building where the butterfly was, and the human-like shadow in reality was slowly approaching.
Butterfly rarely goes all out like this. Most people are not worthy of Butterfly's targeting. In the past ten years, only Spiders, Han Fei and Huang Ying have been treated like this.
"It seems that I have misunderstood you, but I still don't understand why you want to sell the spider's brain to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?" Han Fei has never heard of such a transaction before. The brain is the most mysterious place in the human body.
It holds all the secrets in a person's life.
"My father is the smartest person I have ever met. He is so smart that even if his brain is damaged, he can still coexist with other personalities and still act like a normal person. But he also knows that his brain is different, and he knows that I can't keep it.
His brain, so he went to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical before he died." The man was still looking at the wind chime: "Everything is my father's decision, I just helped him fulfill his last wish."
Passing by Han Fei, when the man left the room, he seemed to be talking to himself: "I hope you can survive. I remember my father also said something to me, that thing has no weaknesses, but the more scared you are, the more scared you become."
, the scarier it becomes.”
The man's words reminded Han Fei of the reminder Jin Sheng had given him. The more scared he was in the death building, the smaller his chance of survival.
"Don't worry, I'm very courageous." Han Fei waved his hand: "You also have to live well. By the way, I don't know what to call you yet?"
"My name is Wu Sin. It's the name my father gave me. He didn't let me take his last name because he was worried that he would pass on his bad luck to me."
Pushing open the door, the pale-skinned man disappeared into the corridor.
