Chapter 452 The same destination, all roads lead to the underworld
Standing in the aisle on the third floor of the shopping mall, looking at the display window of the women's clothing store, the models behind the glass are wearing colorful clothes, and the same expressions are carved on their faces.
They were looking at Han Fei, and Han Fei was looking at them, until a certain model couldn't help but blink.
Goosebumps appeared on his neck. Han Fei didn't know how many ghosts were hiding on the third floor. He bravely approached the women's clothing store where Oriole had stayed.
A new model has been replaced in the window. She is wearing clothes similar to Oriole. If you take a closer look, you will find that she looks somewhat similar to Oriole, from her open eyes to her full lips, and along her lines.
Blood stains flowing down the lower abdomen.
At a certain moment, Han Fei felt that all the models were looking at him. Each model seemed to have its own life. They had no direct ill will towards Han Fei, they just wanted to keep Han Fei and bent their arms.
and legs, folded into the same model as them.
Countless eyes stared at Han Fei in the darkness. At first, they just looked at it, but when the darkness gradually spread, heads protruded from the shop windows. They wore brand-new clothes and opened their arms towards Han Fei.
hands.
The curtains in the fitting room kept shaking. Han Fei came to the place where he met the woman in red for the first time. The floor of the store was filled with tried-on clothes, but the customer in the store was still very dissatisfied. It seemed that she
What I want to find is not the clothes I like, but the skin and body I lost.
Flesh is the coat of the soul. The shopping mall owner took away his wife's favorite coat, and now his wife is back to collect debts.
The radio in the shopping mall made a tingling electric sound, as if a child was laughing happily. Someone turned on the midnight music, and the low and depressing melody enveloped all the figures moving in the dark night.
It was crisp and sweet, slow and soft, like a caged oriole singing, but her throat was stuffed with a razor blade, and every line of the song was mixed with blood.
The hallucinations of the owner of the shrine became more and more serious, and the sounds in his left and right ears changed from different to consistent. When reality and illusion were indistinguishable, that was when Han Fei completely sank.
He could hear his heart beating to the beat of the music, getting faster and faster, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
That feeling of urgency was pressing in from all directions, and the mall was slowly turning into a prison and a maze, trapping him inside forever.
"You will die here too, just like me, just like all of us..."
Laughter resounded in the women's clothing store, and the full-length mirror reflected a woman who was gesturing about her coat. She changed her red coat one by one and took off the last piece of human skin.
A dark hole remained in the chest pierced by the steel bar. The hole in the chest of the figure in the mirror reflected Han Fei's face.
The woman slowly turned around and looked at Han Fei in all the mirrors. She raised her hands up and Han Fei felt that his neck was being pinched. The force was far beyond what he could resist.
Li Daxing is scary, but he is just the weakest one here.
His feet slowly left the ground. The strong feeling of suffocation made Han Fei's cheeks turn purple. He felt that if he didn't escape, he might really die here.
He swung the death knife and used the broken fingers of the owner of the shrine to grab his own neck. When he scratched his neck to bleed, the strong feeling of suffocation weakened slightly.
"You can't stay on the third floor for a long time."
Giving up on looking for the shopping mall owner's ex-wife, Han Fei rushed upstairs.
The originally normal elevators have all turned into long tongues covered in saliva, the ribbons and light chains hanging from the top of the mall have turned into black hair, and the lamps embedded at the top look like open eyes.
.
Absurd, weird, and scary.
Running wildly on his tongue, racing against death and ghosts, Han Fei finally reached the fourth floor. The first thing that caught his eye on this floor was an old man.
The other person was wearing the same work uniform as him and had a work ID card.
The old man was also surprised to see Han Fei coming up. He staggered towards Han Fei.
He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something to Han Fei, but Han Fei only noticed that the other person's jagged yellow teeth were stained with a lot of sawdust.
"Are you here to take over from me? Is it time to hand over the shift? I finally waited for you. I thought you would never care about me again." The old man's speed became faster and faster, like a giant insect.
, his hands and feet swung forward quickly, and his body was severely distorted.
"The person who will replace you is called Li Daxing." Han Fei continued upward. He climbed into the elevator and saw the back of the old man's head.
The back of the old employee's head was hollowed out, and there was still a big hole there, with moldy and smelly sawdust constantly spilling out of the brain hole.
"Wait, wait for me, wait for me!" The old man also climbed into the elevator, using his hands and feet, and the expression on his face became more and more distorted.
"Is this the corporate culture of the mall? Everyone is so enthusiastic?" Han Fei couldn't get rid of the old man chasing behind him. He had to be very careful now. If he accidentally slipped, he would be
I'm afraid there will never be a chance to stand up again.
The benefits of increasing physical strength were revealed at this moment. Han Fei ran to the fifth floor before the old man followed.
There was a strong stench in the air, and there was a little light in the darkness. Han Fei shook off the old man and decided to stay on the fifth floor.
The first time he saw Li Daxing, he was standing on the fifth floor holding something. Han Fei suspected that the large item Li Daxing was holding was his lost colleague.
The pungent stench from the delicatessen could make people faint. Han Fei looked at the shop with the small lanterns hanging there. Before he could reach it, he heard the sound of a kitchen knife chopping on the chopping board, and pieces of meat splashed on the white cloth.
The chef seems to have gone crazy.
Looking from afar, Han Fei, who entered the store, looked towards the back kitchen. The tall and mighty chef stood with his back to him, but next to his chopping board were all kitchen knives, axes and the like.
The ingredients used by the chef are not taken out from the refrigerator, but from the suitcase next to the kitchen.
After mincing the meat on the chopping board, the chef kicked aside the suitcase next to him. He opened the cabinet door with force, and found that it was densely packed with black suitcases.
Pulling one out at random, the suitcase was still stained with black blood.
The chef, who unzipped the suitcase and stood with his back to Han Fei, suddenly stopped what he was doing. The suitcase was empty, with nothing in it.
Turning around a little, the chef's neck lengthened, his head turned backward, and a bloody face stared at Han Fei: "So... you ran here."
Dragging the suitcase in one hand and holding a thick-backed kitchen knife for chopping meat in the other, the chef rushed out of the back kitchen.
"Are you crazy about working overtime?"
Han Fei ran away. Not one, but two people died in this store.
After the chef chased Han Fei out of the deli, his suitcases were all moving, as if the "food" inside was being prepared.
The shopping mall has become very strange now. There are many roads in front of Han Fei, but it seems that every road is a dead end.
"How can I run so fast while dragging my suitcase? If I catch up with you today, wouldn't my nearly 30-point physical strength be wasted?"
Han Fei had no impression of the chef in the deli. He had never had any contact with him after entering the memory world. Now he could only speculate based on experience.
In the men's clothing area on the fourth floor, the old man wearing a second-hand shop work uniform seems to be Pei Yang's master, the old man who died in the store some time ago. From this, it can be inferred that the chef also died in the mall.
I don't know if it's because of the shrine, but everyone who died in the mall will be trapped here forever.
There is more than one delicatessen on the fifth floor. Although there are no crazy chefs in other stores, there are diners sitting in the dark. Those guys are all sitting in the room with their backs to Han Fei, seeming to be waiting for the chef to serve.
When Han Fei saw Li Daxing on the fifth floor, he must have become a diner here.
The sound of running was heard, and some diners who were sitting with their backs to Han Fei slowly turned their heads. Their red eyes were about to pop out of their sockets and they stared at Han Fei. Their heads covered in human blood fell to the ground, and their bright red tongues fell from their eyes.
He stretched out his mouth and slowly licked his chapped lips.
They found something tastier.
One by one, the diners stood up. They were dressed differently, some were well-dressed, and some were ragged. They came from different places and received different educations, but when they saw the fresh running human flesh, they still chased it out excitedly.
Some people pretended to be gentlemen and reprimanded in a low voice, but had a knife and fork ready in their hands hidden behind their backs.
Someone took out the rope and threw it in front of Han Fei, saying that he wanted to save him, but his face was full of greed.
Every diner would pretend in front of everyone, and no one openly proposed to share Han Fei's food, but everyone who came to watch Han Fei had such thoughts.
Han Fei also didn't understand why the owner of the shrine had such crazy hallucinations. He felt that after experiencing many things, the owner of the shrine had become extreme and he was uncontrollably leaning towards the abyss.
"Can't get caught by them!"
After trying his best, Han Feicai escaped from the crowd of diners. In this case, let alone looking for Li Daxing's colleagues, it would be good if he could save his own life.
The stench in the deli area gradually faded, and the small lantern hanging at the door of the hotel became blurry. Han Fei covered his heart and gasped for air.
High tension, strenuous exercise, both physical and mental stress.
Bending down, Han Fei didn't know where he was hiding. The sounds in his left and right ears had begun to get confused. The Oriole on the mall radio no longer sang, but instead roared and screamed in pain. It didn't look like a person at all.
the sound that can be made.
His heart was beating fast, and blood vessels were emerging on the surface of his skin. When Han Fei was about to reach his limit, a rustling sound suddenly came from above his head.
A faint light shone on the floor in front of him. Han Fei turned his head and looked behind him. The TV on the shelf was turned on at some point, and a woman with disheveled hair and bleeding abdomen appeared on the screen. She was wearing bright red clothes.
Laughter burst out of his mouth unconsciously.
She walked forward step by step, tiptoeing, as if dancing.
The slender hands stretched out to both sides and slowly came to the cement platform that had not yet been built.
People stared at this madman, this beautiful and crazy elf in surprise.
Her feet covered with wounds were stuck in the dust. She looked at the huge building that was still under construction and raised her head little by little.
She opened her mouth as if she was saying something, until she took a step forward and fell!
The woman on the TV screen fell downwards, but Han Fei heard the wind in his ears!
Looking up, the ferocious face was right above his head, and the woman's face was almost torn open by the biting wind!
Instinctively he swung the knife upward, but Han Fei didn't hit anything. He looked around with lingering fear. All the TVs were turned on, and the process of the woman falling was repeated on the black and red screens.
"She doesn't seem to have committed suicide?"
The woman's final state was obviously abnormal. She was laughing so horribly that it was much scarier than crying.
And Han Fei could see clearly that the woman's last step was accidentally missed.
"She dances like a marionette."
You hurriedly escaped from the home appliance area, but where can you escape next?
The entire shopping mall was like a devil's furnace, everything was mutating. Only now did Han Fei fully understand the horror of alienation in the world.
The owner of the shrine is slowly going crazy, and hallucinations and memories based on reality are distorted together. Without the blessing of the shrine owner's mother, and if the previous task had not been completed, perhaps the entire memory world would have become like this.
"The mission requires surviving for thirty days, but in fact it is impossible for a normal player to survive to the end. I must become the new owner of the shrine before the alienation of the world reaches its worst point."
Screams rang in his ears, and Han Fei was forced to run to the top floor. He did not dare to stop for a moment.
The mall was in complete chaos. Han Fei looked at the elevator that had reached its end and turned around silently.
There are passages all around, but there is no way to escape.
Hungry diners, quietly moving suitcases, crazy chefs, and a large number of monsters beyond Han Fei's imagination crawled out of the darkness, endless.
"I originally thought that these things would appear little by little, so that I could be mentally prepared."
Backing up, the shadow spread towards Han Fei like a tide.
They were slowly approaching, trying to drag Han Fei into them.
"If you all fall into darkness, who else in the world will help you?"
Seemingly having no other choice, Han Fei retreated step by step and arrived at a small shop on the top floor. In order to prevent the darkness from drowning his body, he climbed onto the table in front of the shop.
At this time, he was standing at the highest point of the shopping mall, with the guardrail at his feet.
Turning his head, Han Fei looked down from the seventh floor.
In the center of the shopping mall on the first floor, familiar or unfamiliar figures were looking up at him, as if waiting for him to jump down.
