Living alone in a rental house in the old city, the first thing Han Fei did after coming home from get off work was to turn on the TV. He didn't even watch it, he just listened to the sound to prevent the room from becoming too deserted.
After living alone for so many years, this was the first time his "home" was so "lively".
The seven ghosts were watching TV on the sofa, and as they watched one more person appeared, no one broke the peace, and it felt quite harmonious.
After being able to exit the game at any time, the upper limit of Han Fei's courage was raised. He wanted to get close to his roommates and find clues about the murderer from the victims.
The memory of the deceased was played repeatedly on the old square box TV, and Han Fei also imprinted every detail in his mind.
It's getting closer and closer to four o'clock in the morning. If you don't do the bathing task, the novice task will probably be counted as a failure.
Han Fei looked at the clock on the wall. When it was 3:50 in the morning, he got up silently and walked to the bathroom alone.
"No matter what, I have to give it a try. It will definitely be of great benefit to me to collect all the rewards from the novice mission."
Entering the bathroom, Han Fei did not turn on the light. He recalled the requirements of the bathing task: "I have to use game props to clean my body, face and head. The total cleaning time should not be less than twenty minutes."
"Perfect Life" is essentially a life simulation game, so Han Fei is not too surprised that a common thing in life like taking a bath is set as a task, although he also knows in his heart that it cannot be just a simple bath.
After checking around, Han Fei found that the bathroom door lock had been broken and could not be locked at all.
"Can't you lock the door?" Han Fei frowned, but he quickly adjusted his attitude: "Fortunately, the mission does not require you to take off your clothes and wash them."
Turning on the shower, Han Fei stood under the water with his clothes on and a kitchen knife in hand.
The cold water washed over the body and the clothes stuck to the skin. The stuffy feeling was not pleasant.
"This game really restores all the details."
After showering with cold water for half a minute, Han Fei found that the completion rate of the bathing task in the task bar was still 0%.
After he was soaked through, he looked at the sink, where there were shampoo, facial cleanser and shower gel.
"It feels different to take a shower in a haunted house at almost four o'clock in the morning. No matter how high the water temperature is, my heart feels so cold."
He tried to squeeze out some shower gel and apply it to his body. At this time, the completion of the bathing task finally began to slowly increase.
"It turns out that bathing with clothes on is like this. In the game, you can really try many things that you have never done in reality."
Han Fei has gradually realized one thing. There are various constraints in the normal perfect life game, but there are no constraints in the perfect life game he plays. No one will restrict him. As long as he can survive, he can try
to do anything.
This can be a human hell or a blood-red heaven, it all depends on how he chooses.
The water temperature gradually became hotter, and a thin mist of water rose from the bathroom. Han Fei remained highly focused.
After he had washed his body and was about to wash his hair, the bathroom door that had been closed suddenly opened by itself.
"Who's coming in?"
He looked towards the living room and saw that the TV was still playing warm scenes, but the seven victims sitting on the sofa had disappeared.
The temperature of the water is getting higher and higher, but Han Fei feels colder and colder.
The air in the narrow bathroom seemed to be frozen, and Han Fei, who was about to suffocate, looked at the mirror shrouded in water mist.
In addition to Han Fei, there were seven other figures in the mirror on the dressing table.
Not daring to look back, Han Fei stared straight into the mirror.
Wei Youfu in the mirror slowly walked out from behind Han Fei, and he stretched out his hand to write on the mirror.
At the same time, words began to appear outside the mist-filled mirror - The child will appear soon, help her.
This was Han Fei's first time communicating with the residents of the haunted house. He looked at the words on the mirror and Wei Youfu standing next to him in the mirror, and suddenly had a very strange feeling.
In the reality outside the game, the role he was assigned was also Wei Youfu, and at this moment, he was separated from the dead man he was playing by a mirror.
He still felt instinctively afraid in his heart, but besides being afraid, he also had another emotion in his heart.
It wasn't sympathy or pity. When he looked at the seven painful and desperate victims in the mirror, he seemed to see his former self.
Raising his arm, Han Fei's fingertips touched the mirror.
Coolness entered his mind, and he nodded slowly: "I can help her."
After he finished saying this, Wei Youfu showed a simple smile to Han Fei, and then his head and neck began to bleed, and horrific scars appeared.
His body was violently dismantled next to Han Fei, like a broken puzzle piece.
Blood flowers bloomed on the white walls of the bathroom. Han Fei had never experienced such a terrifying thing. He didn't even know whether what was washing over him now was water or blood.
What made him feel even more horrified was that Wei Youfu was only the first.
After Wei Youfu's body was disassembled, A Mei, Cui Tianci, Cui Caiyi...
Bright blood flowers bloomed in the narrow bathroom. The world in the mirror was already blood red, which could not be described as hell on earth. But in reality, Han Fei felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his body could not stop shaking.
Water dripped down his cheeks, and blood flowed across the mirror.
Han Fei had already closed his eyes. The cruelty and fear could not be compared with any horror movie. The sense of reality that penetrated people's hearts was like a sharp sword, piercing Han Fei's heart.
When the bodies of the seven victims were all disassembled, their flesh and blood seemed to have a life of their own in the mirror. Despair, resentment and pain formed black threads and began to reassemble the scattered limbs.
This seemed to be what the murderer had done, and Han Fei was now standing in the middle of the murder scene.
Flesh is used as a puzzle piece, life is threaded together by resentment, and an ugly, crazy, and terrifying monster is reborn in the body of the deceased.
Its body grew larger and larger, and the painfully twisted faces of the seven deceased gradually emerged. They all lost their minds, roaring and shouting crazily, and their broken arms were everywhere in the room.
The scene in the mirror was too bloody, but Han Fei still forced himself to look at it. He kept in mind the words left by Wei Youfu, that he was going to help the child who was about to appear.
"The seven deceased people couldn't have done this for no reason. They dismantled and put it back together in front of me. They must have wanted me to see something!"
The blood vessels bulged high, the flesh and blood were devoured, and the monster reached the ceiling, but its body was still expanding.
Blood poured in, and as the monster continued to expand, Han Fei finally found the location of the monster's heart.
He saw an unfamiliar face in the monster's body.
He had searched through all the information related to human body mosaics and never seen that face, and the police had never released any information related to that face.
"Is she the deceased No. 8? Is she the last piece of the puzzle?"
