"The security guard's brother was looking for white shoes late at night. Boss Acheng mentioned white shoes on the phone. White shoes also appeared in the last photo before Xia Yi's death. They were just like the scar-faced child the security guard mentioned.
Once you see him, it seems to be everywhere."
The temperature in the corridor was still dropping, and the footprints on the ground seemed to come alive. It seemed that as long as Han Fei looked away, they would run towards him like crazy.
"Why do I feel... those white shoes seem to be a little closer to us?" Bai Xian grabbed Han Fei's arm: "Have the police told you how to deal with this situation?"
"If I were alone, I would have run away, but there are four of us now." Han Fei's expression did not change much, but if you look closely, you will find that his muscles have tightened and he has already entered a high alert state.
state.
"In this case, you don't have to count me in." Bai Xian wanted to leave, but Han Fei dragged the half-dead "murderer" toward the corridor.
Seeing Han Fei walking forward, Bai Xian, who didn't dare to act alone, had no choice but to follow him.
The path they were walking on now was the path taken by the white shoes in the surveillance video. The further they walked, the lower the temperature became. The cold wind penetrated the clothes along the sleeves and collar, as if a child's hands were climbing up to the heart.
No one closes the videos on the "Murderer"'s phone. After playing one video, it automatically plays the next one. The hidden folder is full of videos of child abuse. The person who filmed it seems to have a very scary habit.
But judging from the video alone, it seems that things are not that simple. Rather than torture, the photographer seems to be conducting some kind of experiment. He is using different methods to stimulate the fear and pain in the child. The ultimate goal seems to be to completely
Destroy the child's own personality and shape it into what you want.
The surveillance video continued to play, and Han Fei also grabbed the "human shield" and got closer to the white shoes.
He has had the experience of fighting butterflies and knows that the hatred in the deep world cannot appear in reality at will: "Even if the monsters in the deep world can affect reality, they must do so through some special means. What is the purpose of these white shoes?"
What's going on?"
After Han Fei passed the death building, his self-confidence also built up. He felt that the plastic surgery hospital, no matter how dangerous it was, should not be as dangerous as the death building. However, as the investigation deepened, he found that this was not the case at all.
This plastic surgery hospital, which has some connection with Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, is in deep water and involves many things.
"Han Fei, have you noticed that the shoe prints under our feet are also moving with us? There were these shoe prints all around us just now, and they still seem to be there now. Even the position of the toe of the shoe has not changed." Bai Xian was a little afraid to go.
Look ahead, but unless you close your eyes, everything you look at here will be scary.
"Don't be too nervous. Besides us, there is another person in the building. He may have put those white shoes there." Han Fei said this just to comfort Bai Xian, just like the adults.
It's like lying to a child about getting an injection and saying it doesn't hurt at all.
They walked for three minutes along the ten-meter-long corridor. When the three of them approached the white shoes, Bai Xian and the security guard breathed a sigh of relief. The terrible scene they imagined did not appear. The shoes stayed in place.
Some of the things I saw seemed to be just hallucinations.
"It is true that people are prone to hallucinations when they are extremely nervous and scared." Bai Xian and the security guard comforted each other. Under the threat of the evil ghost, the two of them laughed away their grudges and became each other's support.
Taking off the "murderer"'s coat with one hand, Han Fei wrapped it around his arm.
He picked up the white shoes on the ground through the fabric of his clothes and looked carefully. They seemed to be ordinary shoes, covered with dust and nothing special.
"Is it a ghost running around in the shoes? Or did someone take advantage of the gap I just made to put the shoes at the end of the corridor?" Han Fei looked at the other shoe on the ground and found that there was something wrong with the position of the toe of the shoe.
, this pair of white shoes was pointed at a locked room at the end of the corridor, and it felt as if it was preparing to enter that room.
Han Fei stuffed the white shoes into the pocket of the "Murderer"'s clothes and held them in his hands. He turned to look at the room next to him.
After twisting the handle, the door was unlocked and Han Fei pushed it open.
A faint smell of paint wafted out. This place seemed to be a recreation room specially built for children, but the decorations and toys inside were very strange. Most of them were inferior toys from decades ago. Today's children have long ago stopped using them.
Play with those things.
"Something's not right."
Looking at the children's entertainment room, Han Fei felt a dull pain in the back of his head. The harsh laughter came from deep in his memory, and some vague memory fragments slowly emerged.
"Snapped!"
Han Fei threw the unconscious "murderer" on the ground and walked straight into the house. He glanced at the worn toys and various bright pictures, and finally stopped in the middle of the children's entertainment room.
"Han Fei? Are you okay?" Bai Xian stood at the door of the room, looking at a loss. When Han Fei put away his white shoes, he started to panic. In the horror movies he had watched, people like this usually would
Be the first to receive the lunch box.
"Don't come in yet!" Han Fei covered the back of his head. He slowly squatted down and stroked the old and inferior toys with his fingers. His movements were gentle but weird, as if he was back in childhood: "I've seen these toys before.
Yes! I’ve seen it before!”
"You, don't scare me! How about we wait until the police arrive?" Bai Xian found that something was wrong with Han Fei. He completely collapsed. In such a gloomy old building, the only teammate seemed to be still alive.
He was so possessed that he no longer dared to continue thinking about it.
Han Fei ignored Bai Xian. He grabbed toys one by one and threw them aside.
He walked all the way to the deepest part of the children's entertainment room. When he saw the window pattern painted on the wall, a similar picture happened to appear in his mind.
The gray cement walls looked rigid and lifeless. In order to see the outside world, a group of children painted windows on the cement walls. Inside the windows were painted spring flowers, summer green trees, and a group of people outside the window.
Children running and playing.
Reality overlapped with the memory in his mind. Han Fei and the maniacal laughter in the back of his mind opened their eyes at the same time. They remembered the same place.
"Happiness Orphanage?"
Only now did Han Fei realize that the layout of the children's entertainment room was very similar to the Happy Orphanage where he stayed when he was a child!
The orphanage was surrounded by concrete walls, and all kinds of inferior toys were thrown in the yard.
The happiest time for children every day is when they play with these toys.
"Why does the plastic surgery hospital run by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical build its children's lounge to look like the Happy Orphanage? These toys are not available on the market at all, unless you go to the second-hand market to buy them..." In order to verify a guess in my mind,
Han Fei walked around among the toys and finally knocked down a wooden horse in the corner.
The paint on that Trojan has been severely peeled off. With the rapid development of technology, almost no children will play with it.
Staring at the intact belly of the wooden horse, Han Fei shook his head. Although these toys were the same as those in the Happy Orphanage, they were not the toys that Han Fei had played with.
"I remember very clearly that the stomach of the Trojan horse in the orphanage was cut open with a knife, and sawdust was everywhere..." Thinking of this, Han Fei suddenly froze. He subconsciously thought of the Trojan horse in the orphanage, but he couldn't remember it.
Come on, who cut open the Trojan's belly?
The back of his head felt like a needle pricking him. Han Fei endured the pain and continued to think about it.
"Who broke the wooden horse? These toys...should all have scars on them!" Han Fei stood up straight. He inched closer to the deepest wall of the entertainment room, and then leaned against the gray wall with painted windows.
Outside the windows, spring, summer, autumn, and winter were changing, but the room where Han Fei was was only filled with deathly silence and gloom.
"This plastic surgery hospital has the ability to change children's personalities. How did they test this ability step by step? How was the first child with a perfect personality discovered?"
Han Fei pressed his head, which was constantly experiencing severe pain, and suddenly remembered something insignificant.
When the black box was first obtained, the police took him for a citizen information test. The result was that the brain judged that his danger level was zero, and the test showed that he had an extremely rare healing personality.
People with this kind of personality can not only heal others and bring hope to those around them, but can also turn themselves around in difficult situations and continuously heal themselves.