The Death Tower is far more dangerous than Han Fei imagined, or in other words, ordinary people's imagination cannot even imagine the horror of the Death Tower.
For a level 13 player, the Death Building is like a purgatory where countless nightmares come together. It will drive a normal person crazy and give people a feeling that death is relief.
"Zhuang Ren, Chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, Fu Sheng, Butterfly..." Han Fei's mind was filled with countless doubts, and he was under pressure that a comedian should not bear.
After his body recovered a little, Han Fei climbed out of the game room and opened the curtains.
As the sun shone on his body, Han Fei slowly closed his eyes and silently felt the beauty of this moment.
"Living turns out to be such a real thing."
Warmth flowed on his cheeks, nourishing his body and mind. Han Fei felt that he was stupid before and was depressed and distressed because he could not become an actor.
"I once had a happy life of eating and waiting to die, but I didn't cherish it. After losing it, I regretted it." Han Fei turned around and glanced at the murder photos on the wall, and he randomly searched for them in the refrigerator.
I bought some food and then called Li Xue’s phone number.
"I have something to report to you. Zhuang Wen's biological father is probably Butterfly."
There was a banging sound from the other side of the phone, and Li Xue's calf seemed to have touched the wardrobe: "Are you sure?"
"Definitely, you must speed up the screening. The butterfly has also felt the crisis. The next few days will be its craziest days. If the target is not locked as soon as possible, it is likely to do even more crazy things."
"Citizen data cannot be screened, but we are applying for higher permissions. Don't worry, we will definitely dig him out as soon as possible."
"We must also protect Huang Ying and not let him disappear like Feng Ziyu. It is best for you to stay directly at his home and monitor his mental state at all times."
"We are doing all this." Li Xue paused for a while and then said: "Han Fei, why do I feel that you are in a hurry? Did something happen to you?"
"I am now racing against butterflies, and the one who loses will lose everything."
After a few more instructions, Han Fei hung up the phone, put on his coat and went out.
Basking in the sun is already a break for Han Fei, and he must seize every second.
Arriving at Lihua Community by car, Han Fei knocked on the door of Zhuang Ren's house. After entering Building 4, he now knew one thing clearly that Zhuang Ren had a secret hidden in him.
It is precisely because of that secret that Butterfly did not attack Zhuang Ren in reality, but wanted to bring him into the deep world through soul-calling.
Three minutes later, the door was opened. Zhuang Ren's condition was even worse. His lips were black and his eyes were almost filled with bloodshot eyes. This was no longer sub-healthy. He looked like he was about to die soon.
"I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night. I didn't fall asleep until dawn." Zhuang Ren's voice was hoarse, and his voice was full of exhaustion.
"Did you have another nightmare?"
"No, I just dreamed about my daughter."
"Is she the little daughter?" Han Fei said casually.
"Yes." Zhuang Ren was a little surprised: "She said she missed me very much and wanted me to go over to accompany her. But when I was about to go over, she was grabbed by the neck and carried away by a big ghost."
"Do you often have dreams like this?"
"I used to do it a long time ago. When I get older, I only dream about my family every four days."
Four days is exactly the interval between two soul-returning nights. Every time the soul is summoned in the deep world, it can indeed slightly affect Zhuang Ren's dream. This discovery also frightened Han Fei.
"If dreaming about them wasn't a nightmare every time, I really wish I could dream about them every night." Zhuang Ren invited Han Fei into the house: "Have you had breakfast? I still have some fruits and dairy products at home.
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"No need, I have something very important to tell you today." Han Fei sat on the sofa, his tone and demeanor were different from any previous visit.
"What's the matter?" Zhuang Ren also noticed that something was not right with Han Fei. After closing the door, he sat on the other side of the sofa and looked at Han Fei with confusion.
"I found your family."
This simple sentence sounded like thunder in Zhuang Ren's ears. He didn't react at the first moment. After a few seconds, his blackened lips trembled slightly, and his cloudy old eyes locked tightly on Han Fei.
"Not only did I know their location, but I also saw them." Han Fei threw out the bait. He leaned back on the sofa and said silently: "But their state is very strange. They seem to be confused by something. They thought they were still alive.
It was you who was in the car accident. In order to reunite with you who have died, they are constantly selling their souls to evil spirits to summon souls."
Picking up the game controller, Han Fei didn't even look at Zhuang Ren's reaction and started to quickly clear the map in front of him.
Every time Han Fei said something, Zhuang Ren's expression would change. There were some things Zhuang Ren didn't tell Han Fei, but Han Fei said the same words as the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical back then.
In reality, it was his wife and daughter who died, but it was Zhuang Ren who died in the building.
"Where are they?" Zhuang Ren moved towards where Han Fei was sitting, his tone was urgent.
"Room 4144 in the dead building. I know the way there. I can let you see your family." Han Fei didn't say any more. He just looked at Zhuang Ren.
"As long as I can really see my family, I can give you anything you want! I can't live much longer. All my house and property can be transferred to your name. By the way, aren't you an actor? I used to
I have some friends who can help you..."
"That's not what I need." Han Fei shook his head: "I may only have less than twenty-four hours left in my life. Money, fame, and fortune are really not important to me. All I want is
Live."
Zhuang Ren didn't understand Han Fei's words very well. He felt that Han Fei looked very healthy and didn't look like someone suffering from a terminal illness.
"Then how can I help you?"
"Tell me all the information about the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. In addition to the Death Tower game, did he give you other things? Did he tell you other things?" Han Fei has never been able to figure out one point, why he died.
Will the building manager put the statue that seals Fu Sheng's memory fragments into the room of Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter?
"I've told you everything I know."
"Do you dare to swear to your wife and daughter?" While speaking, Han Fei controlled the game characters with both hands and continued to clear the map in front of him: "Think carefully before answering. I will call room 4144 later.
To prove that I did not deceive you, I also want to show you the fear they live in."
