The businessman was filled with bitterness. He was about to say a few more words when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs.
Looking back, his already bloodless face became even paler. Countless brats surrounded a crazy woman and rushed upstairs.
"Why is there another one?" Shrinking his neck, the businessman closed the safety door and hid in the corridor: "What is the background of that man? I have seen a scumbag whose lower body was beaten by several women, but I have never seen one who was beaten to death.
How many security guards are there that are being chased by so many evil ghosts?"
The businessman counted on his fingers and secretly glanced outside from time to time.
Han Fei, who never cared about the strange looks from others, finally arrived on the 22nd floor. The cry of a child reached his ears. The bruised boy did not stand in the corridor this time, but stood next to the security door.
The syringe girl has learned a lot. In order to prevent her child from being abducted by people like Han Fei again, she did not dare to let the little boy go too far from the safety door.
I took every precaution, but I didn't expect Han Fei to come again.
A sick woman's face appeared in the glass window, and her hand holding the syringe was raised. As long as Han Fei dared to touch the boy, she would immediately pierce Han Fei's head with the needle in her hand.
"Wake up! This girl is your real child!"
Han Fei walked past the injured boy, pushed open the safety door, and grabbed the syringe woman's wrist.
"Touch the secret deep in the soul!" Seeing through the surface and directly touching the depth of the soul, the Syringe Girl also contains Zhuang Wen's motherhood, but this motherhood has been corrupted by past memories and distorted into another appearance.
The divorced mother is the truly beautiful mother in Zhuang Wen's fantasy, while the syringe girl is the incarnation of Zhuang Wen's mother in reality. She cannot live without drugs, believes in the words of the exorcist, and treats children as bargaining chips. She is crazy and terrifying.
When her wrist was grabbed, the syringe girl's frantic eyes slowly widened.
What do you mean? You kidnapped my son last time? You want to kidnap me this time?
Before the syringe was held high, a cold little hand was placed on the syringe girl's face. Her crazy expression instantly solidified, and something instinctive seemed to be awakening in her shattered heart.
When the safety door was knocked open, the syringe woman was already ready. As long as Han Fei dared to take away her child, she would immediately wave the syringe. But now her hand could not fall, and her crazy eyes were staring straight at her.
looking at the little girl.
"Where is my... child?"
As she muttered to herself, the syringe girl seemed to remember something.
“Let’s talk while walking!”
Han Fei held the little girl in one hand and the injured boy in the other, and ran away.
The syringe girl stood there for a while. When her divorced mother appeared with a group of brats, her chest heaved violently, as if something in her heart had torn the seal.
"My child, they took my child, it was my child!"
Pupils trembled, Syringe Girl's limbs suddenly deformed, and every fingernail looked like a carving knife covered in blood.
She dropped the syringe in her hand and chased after Han Fei.
"The original jumper seemed unable to leave room 1244 through the door, but now he has left; the divorced mother has never left her home to look for her children, and now she has also come out; and finally there is the syringe woman, who has been holding a syringe and is tortured
The women who were bound have now thrown away their syringes. All of them have changed, and it seems that some of the butterfly's restrictions on the three memories have been broken by me."
Han Fei's original intention was good, but the problem was that the number of "people" chasing him had increased again, and the red dress certainly couldn't withstand so many "people".
"We still need to ask the female anchor for help! Let the red skirt be complete first!"
After making the decision, Han Fei immediately started to implement it. He ran through the corridor and entered the corridor on the other side.
In the game "Dead Building", Han Fei deliberately pieced together the three memories of the ghost who jumped from the building. The memories of the ghost who jumped from the building would not attack each other, but they would not merge either.
For them to become a whole, certain conditions are needed.
Han Fei initially thought that this specific condition was a little girl, but now he found that it didn't seem to be the case.
He had just sprinted to the 22nd floor with all his strength, and then went downstairs at full speed. Han Fei's amount of exercise in the healing game had already exceeded that of most other types of games on the market.
All the way down, everywhere Han Fei passed was covered with blood-red handprints of children. He was like a harbinger of natural disasters and the vanguard of disasters.
The owner of the building can now distinguish Han Fei's footsteps. He doesn't have to hide it at all. As long as he hears his arrival, most of the resentful people will stay in the room and dare not go out easily.
"The last room."
With bloodshot eyes, Han Fei carried his two children to the eighth floor and shouted the name of the female anchor.
The moment the door opened, Han Fei placed his shoes in the middle of the door.
"Is something wrong?" Before the female anchor finished speaking, she saw Han Fei shouting as if he was crazy.
"Aren't you curious about the woman who died in 1044? I will take you to see her!"
"I am interested in all things and phenomena involving the supernatural."
"Have you not gone out since last night?"
"Well, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, just follow me! I'll let you have a good time today!" Han Fei had already heard the voice behind him, and he ran downstairs with his two children in his arms.
The female anchor has a sunny and cheerful personality, and she retains all the beauty, but even for such a person, after following Han Fei for a few steps, the makeup on her face was frightened.
The small ghost mountain filling the corridor roared like a tsunami, and the only thing that caught my eyes was the color of blood.
It's too late for the female anchor to regret now. Those hordes of ghosts are behind her, and it's impossible to go home. She will probably be overwhelmed by the ghosts as soon as she opens the door. Yes, she will be overwhelmed by the ghosts.
The upstairs was in chaos, like a strong wind passing by, and the downstairs was also in a mess.
After a whole night of repairs, the red dress became complete. She was able to recover so quickly because Han Fei was not afraid of life and death. He ran to the top floor at the most dangerous time, put her back together, and created a way for her to leave.
Opportunity.
Now she woke up from the wooden box, and the moment she opened her eyes, she saw the ferocious jumper.
The red skirt is entangled in resentment, no matter how good-tempered she is, she can't bear it anymore.
The fighting between the two sides was more intense than before, and the resentment that made up the red dress turned into fine blood threads, and each blood thread contained irresolvable resentment and pain.
The ghost who jumped from the building was anxious to find the little girl, and she also tried her best to attack, wishing that she could pour all the death curses in her body into the red dress.
The red dress becomes stronger every time it is torn, but the problem is that she is incomplete like the ghost who jumped off the building. The red dress full of resentment is like a powerful weapon, but it lacks key parts.
Blood bloomed, and wrapped in a red dress, a woman with skin as pale as snow appeared in the corridor.
There was no expression on her face, her skin was fair and flawless, but there were countless hideous scars hidden under her skin!
Rumors and malicious curses could not hurt her outer body, but they were like sharp arrows piercing directly into her internal organs, penetrating her skin and stabbing her heart until it was stained with blood.
A powerful death curse was embedded in the red skirt. Every time a black text was written on it, the wound inside the woman's body would become more serious.
The red dress can heal after being torn, but the woman's body cannot. All the injuries are accumulated in her body, and everything is just like it was fourteen years ago.
Facing the rumors in the whole world, she could no longer hide under that red dress and could only face it alone.
But now she is not complete, her body is missing the most important and critical part to her, and in front of her eyes is only her suffering pain and struggling in the darkness.
A long time ago, she should have had another self, but that self seemed to have been lost.
In order to ensure that no accidents would occur, the manager of the dead building separated all the ghosts and monsters that might pose a threat to him. All he needed were obedient tools.
But now Han Fei is doing the opposite. He wants to put the separated tools of managers back together into complete people.
"Hurry! There is only one way for us two to survive!" Han Fei, who was about to rush to the place where the jumper and the red skirt were fighting, looked at the female anchor who no longer looked like a lady, and the bile of the other person was about to vomit out.
"any solution!"
"I'm going to lure the jumper away first, and you can find an opportunity to get close to the woman in the red dress! If that doesn't work, just find a way to put on that red dress!"
"Go put it on now?" The female anchor never thought that Han Fei would say such a thing. She was very interested in the red dress, but no matter how interested she was, she wouldn't go to grab the clothes from a dead person.
"Believe me, as soon as you put it on, you will understand a lot of things! The dress itself is yours!"
After running out of the corridor, the female anchor's heart trembled suddenly when she saw the woman in the red dress. It seemed that there was an invisible thread quietly connecting her to the red dress. There seemed to be some special connection between the two.
connect.
"Don't hesitate! You are her! She is you!"
After Han Fei said this, he hugged the little girl and rushed towards the jumping ghost: "Your humanity is here! Your most precious thing is in my hands!"
In order to buy time for the female anchor, Han Fei, who was only level 13, began to challenge the jumper who failed to break through the hatred.
If such a feat were performed by other players, even if they were shot to death, they would die without regrets.
The jumper was originally chasing Han Fei, but she didn't expect that Han Fei would dare to come back after running around for a while, so she decisively gave up the red dress.
The dilapidated red dress was stained with death curses, and the black words were like poisonous insects that could not be removed, biting the bright patterns on the red dress.
Under the flawless skin, the soul is already full of scars. The woman in the red dress is covering her heart. She can feel the pain, which is more painful than the physical pain, as if she has been crushed and torn.
Countless times.
"You... must be very tired. In fact, you have done well enough." The woman in the red dress looked behind her, where the female anchor was standing a few steps away.
"Painful, uncomfortable, heart-wrenching, wishing you could die. But you still have something you can't let go of, the love of your father and mother. You haven't said thank you to them properly, and you haven't apologized to them properly.
"The female anchor looked at the woman in the red dress, her face distorted by pain, and she suddenly shed tears: "Obviously it shouldn't be like this..."
The cold heart was beating in the red dress. The female anchor looked at the dense scars under the thin skin, and she couldn't help but raise her hands.
"It's not our choice, is it?"
Slowly approaching, the female anchor finally hugged the woman in the red dress and hugged herself.