"Monster? What kind of monsters have you seen here?" Han Fei did not completely believe the woman's words. It was very difficult for an ordinary housewife to survive in a closet full of monsters. It was not just about being lucky.
Did it.
"The deformed arms you encountered before are the most common monsters here. They are like parasites in the closet, constantly rummaging through the remaining items in the pockets of clothes. They seem to be able to extract the memories of the owners of the clothes from those items.
, and feed on them, I call them polychid bugs, and sometimes call them scavengers."
"In addition to the scavengers who pick up memory fragments, there are also some monsters that are similar to people. In other words, they were originally people, but they have become confused and lost their self-awareness. I call them the lost."
"A long time ago, I followed a lost person walking in the closet. After following me for a long time, the lost person suddenly disappeared. Where he left, I only found a piece of bloody clothes, which was the same as what he had been wearing.
The clothes I used to wear are very similar.”
"Neither the multi-handed bugs nor the lost ones will take the initiative to harm us. The most dangerous monsters in this closet are the other monsters."
"There is a kind of monster that disguises itself as a cabinet door. When you are so excited that you think you have found a way out, when you open the cabinet door, there is a big mouth inside."
"There is also a kind of monster that looks like a human, but it wears the bloody clothes in the closet. They are the most dangerous monsters. They will disguise themselves as clothes and wait for you to get close, then they will hug you and bite you."
Butterfly's wardrobe seems to exist between nightmares and reality, like a passage covered with mold, in which remain people and monsters lost in nightmares.
This weird wardrobe may also be related to the butterfly's ability. In Han Fei's impression, the butterfly is best at entering someone's dream, and then slowly affecting reality through the dream.
"It's not easy for you to survive in a place like this." Han Fei sighed sincerely: "Do you still remember how long you have lived here?"
"There are no sun, moon, stars, or any reference. I calculated the time at first, but my mind is getting more and more confused. Now I don't even know whether it's day or night outside."
"Then how do you survive here? Is there water and food in this closet?" Han Fei stared at the woman suspiciously. He only showed the doubts of a normal person, but in fact he already had a rough guess in his heart.
, the other party may have died long ago, and the woman in front of him is just a ghost who has not completely forgotten the past.
"Water..." The woman was silent, and after a long time she raised her head: "I was worried about scaring you, so I wanted to tell you after some time. Since you asked, I won't hide anything. You and me
I come."
The woman clenched the fruit knife in her hand. It could be seen that she was very nervous, like an inexperienced hunter.
The blood stains on the surrounding clothes were getting thicker and thicker. After avoiding the arm monster several times, the woman led Han Fei deeper.
From time to time, strange sounds drifted through my ears, and it felt like the clothes worn by the deceased suddenly spoke.
The further he walked, the more uneasy Han Fei felt. The clothes around him were dripping with blood, and some of the blood was still flowing down the clothes, as if they had just been ripped off the body of the deceased.
Close to the clothes, you can vaguely hear painful moans and groans.
"Here we are, I call this place the canteen."
After walking for half an hour, the woman stopped. She gently picked up the bleeding clothes next to her, apologized to the clothes, and put it into her mouth.
The bright red blood poured into her body, and the woman's eyes slowly turned red. After sucking, she turned to look at Han Fei.
Her mouth was stained red with blood, there were stains on her teeth, and there were splattered blood spots on her face. She looked as ferocious as a ghost now, which was completely different from before.
"Do you think I'm scary? But don't forget that I saved you before." The woman put down the bloody clothes in her hands: "This is the only way to survive here. I was very resistant at first, but I didn't
Other options. My son may be being treated as a player by evil spirits. As long as I think of this, I can do anything."
"You are a great mother."
"Don't compliment me, you will make this choice when you are hungry enough, because this is the only way." After the woman drank the blood on her clothes, her own blood vessels began to swell, and her face became paler.
, whenever she spoke, two voices would appear in her mouth at the same time, but the other voice was very weak.
Han Fei now knew why the woman's voice was so strange. In order to survive here, she drank countless blood from the clothes of the deceased.
"Besides me, have you met anyone else here?"
"I have encountered them, but most of them are on the verge of going crazy. Some have become lost people. They will probably become new clothes and hang them in the closet soon." The woman watched as she slowly turned red due to drinking blood.
Skin: "Actually, there is another reason why I saved you."
"what reason?"
"I feel like I can't hold on anymore. If I become a piece of clothing in the wardrobe, I hope you can take me with you, and then help find my child while ensuring your own survival." The woman.
He did not force Han Fei, but used a consultative tone: "He was wearing a bear pajamas when he disappeared. If he is still alive, I hope you can help take care of him. If he also turns into clothes, then you can take care of him."
Put it together with him, okay?"
"Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe we can find him and leave with him."
"I hope so." The woman thought Han Fei was comforting her and did not take Han Fei's words to heart.
"I'm serious." Han Fei was about to ask for more information when the woman suddenly motioned for him to bend down.
The bloody clothes in the distance swayed slightly, and after a moment, a man in a shirt with sparse hair who looked to be in his forties came out.
He didn't notice Han Fei or the woman, squatting on the ground and moving his body little by little.
"What the hell is this place?!" The middle-aged man's entire face was distorted with fear. His mental state was very unstable and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
He didn't dare to ask for help, for fear of attracting monsters, so he could only move his body slowly by himself.
The middle-aged man crawled forward for a while, and there were still bloody clothes in front of him. Everything he looked at was red, and his face looked very bad.
"Why is this happening?"
The man's mood gradually became unstable. Before he collapsed completely, Han Fei and the woman came out of hiding.
"Don't get excited, we are trapped in this closet just like you..."
"Don't come over! Just stand there and say!" The middle-aged man saw the unwiped blood on the woman's face and the fruit knife in her hand, and he thought of something very bad.
"You'd better keep your voice down. If you attract a monster, are you sure you can run faster than the two of us?" Han Fei has rich experience in the practical application of psychology. He put away the Death Knife before appearing.
stand up.
Raising his hands and approaching slowly, Han Fei walked up to the middle-aged man with the greatest sincerity: "You look like you entered this closet not long ago?"
"I don't know the specific time, maybe more than ten hours? I stayed in the same place, and then I found a monster and started to move slowly." The middle-aged man was extremely insecure. In this situation, Han Fei's voice
It gave him a sense of peace of mind.
"Can you tell me how you got into this closet?"
"I don't know either!" The middle-aged man grabbed his already thinning hair: "There was a sudden thumping sound from my neighbor's house upstairs in the middle of the night. It was so noisy that I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to go upstairs and take a look.
It turned out that his door was unlocked."
"You went in? Why didn't you just call the police?"
"I was so angry that I didn't think much about it. I entered the house and found no one inside. When I felt strange, I suddenly heard a sound coming from the bedroom, so I opened the door and took a look."
"Did you see anyone in the closet?"
"I saw the tenant lying on the bed, soundly asleep. I thought to myself that he was pretending to be asleep, so I walked over to try to wake him up, but when I touched his face, I realized something was wrong." The middle-aged man regretted extremely.
, but it’s too late to say anything now: “His face is as cold as pork just taken out of the freezer.”
"The cold skin means that he has been dead for a while. It seems that the thumping sound upstairs was not caused by him. There should be someone else in the room. That person is most likely the murderer." Han Fei analyzed calmly.
"I thought so too, but when I wanted to run, my body was out of control. My head felt dizzy, until I opened my eyes again and found myself in this place." The middle-aged man looked bitter.
: "The stocks I bought just unwinded yesterday. I thought I was in luck, but I didn't expect that it was the last chance of success."
"The murderer who got you into the closet really wanted to deal with your neighbor. It was just an accident that you came in. Can you tell me about your neighbor?" Han Fei found it strange that the middle-aged man seemed to be...
The wardrobe he was dragged into in the past few days. In terms of time, Butterfly has been facing increasingly tighter searches by the police in the past few days, and is constantly looking for Huang Ying's flaws. He should not take action casually.
"My neighbor is a weirdo. We have been neighbors for several years, and we have not spoken more than three sentences. He is withdrawn, and he always chooses to eat in the dead of night. I heard people in the community say that he used to be in the big city.
I was working in the company, and then I seemed to have been hit by something and became depressed and decadent."
"Work in a big company?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes: "Do you know his name?"
"His name is Feng Ziyu, and he has become more and more abnormal recently. He is mysterious every day, and it feels like he is living in an imaginary world of his own."
