The alienated boy has returned to normal. He is holding the "dismembered" doll in his hand and sitting on the cold floor.
Han Fei did not dare to approach the little boy casually. This seemingly ordinary child in front of him actually had an extremely terrifying monster living in his heart.
After experiencing so many things, Han Fei now slowly understands what alienation is.
Rather than saying it is alienation, it is better to say that the monster has torn off all disguises and turned into the appearance that is most impressive in the memory of the owner of the shrine.
The sun shone on his face, and the boy raised his head blankly. His young face was full of tears, and then he rolled and crawled to the woman's bedside and started crying.
"People in the memory world should only be alienated in the dark now, and sunlight can make them return to normal." Han Fei frowned slightly. He still remembered the diary left by the original owner of the shrine in his home: "I entered the memory world.
That day is December 1st, and the weather will get colder and colder, and the days will get shorter and shorter."
Han Fei didn't know what kind of dangers he would face in the future. This feeling of normal life being broken down bit by bit and being alienated day by day was really uncomfortable.
I know that the abyss is right in front of me, but I can't stop. I can only sprint forward, wrapped in all the memories.
"Stop crying, your mother will be fine." After comforting the child, Han Fei was going to discuss it with the landlord, hoping that the couple could help take care of the little boy.
Carrying the package and walking to the stairs, Han Fei was about to go down when he suddenly felt a chill on his fingers and the landlord's ring suddenly sounded a warning.
"Is it upstairs?"
Turning around and looking towards the third floor, when Han Fei turned around, he happened to see a woman in white clothes walking on the stairs.
"Third floor tenant?"
Han Fei followed without thinking too much. He watched helplessly as the woman opened a certain door and entered.
"Wait! That room..."
Han Fei stopped in the corridor on the third floor. He clearly saw the woman entering Room 13, which was the room where someone committed suicide before.
"It's already dawn, but this corridor is still so gloomy."
Little by little, he moved to the door of room 13. Han Fei was surprised to find that the door was ajar, as if it had been left open for him on purpose.
Shivering, Han Fei gently pushed the door open. With a creaking sound, Han Fei entered Room 13 for the second time.
The difference from last time was that this time he was alone.
"Is anyone here?"
Holding a package full of things in one hand and quietly holding the handle of the knife with the other, every nerve of Han Fei was tense.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly there was the sound of a cup falling in the kitchen, and a mouse ran across the glass fragments on the floor.
"Is there anything alive in this house?"
Almost as soon as Han Fei finished his words, the lively rat suddenly began to twitch, as if it had been poured into a poison, and blood flowed from its two mung bean-sized eyes, and then it fell among the glass fragments.
"Can you hear me? I know you are in this room!" Han Fei backed away slowly. He felt as if he had stepped on something, but he remembered clearly that the entrance to Room 13 was clean.
There is nothing on the ground.
Resisting the urge to look down, Han Fei continued to step back, but the door that was originally opened had been closed at some point.
The rusty lock was stuck tightly, and Han Fei was trapped in this room.
"The owner of the house committed suicide a few months ago, and nothing happened for such a long time, which shows that she is not the kind of ghost who kills innocent people indiscriminately."
Don't panic when you encounter something strange. Analyze the situation first. If the other party's obsession is still there, then consider how to communicate with the other party.
If the other person is completely dominated by murderous intent and is completely insane, then you should calmly think about how to commit suicide to relieve the pain.
Various thoughts flashed through his mind. Han Fei knew he couldn't open the door, so he simply moved forward.
"I heard that you used to be a clerk in a department store? Speaking of which, you are still my senior. I have encountered a lot of strange things in that mall recently. I think I now understand why you made such an extreme choice...
... Frankly speaking, I have always had the same idea as you, that the mall owner is a devil in human skin, he is hypocritical and perverted, and now I have been driven to a dead end by him."
Han Fei was locked into the house by the ghost in Room 13, but what he said would make people think that he ran in on his own initiative.
"I have no way to escape. No one in the world believes what I say. Everyone thinks that the shopping mall owner is a great philanthropist. I am the only one who has seen his true face under the mask!" Han Fei said, shaking off his hand.
Package: "The devil's hands are stained with blood and he has committed countless crimes. Each of these second-hand items represents an innocent soul."
The blood-stained red sweater fell to the ground, with several photos and a paper airplane folded out of love letters wrapped inside.
Other things were fine, but when the paper airplane touched the floor of the living room, the temperature of the entire room began to drop.
"Does this paper airplane belong to you?" Han Fei shakily picked up the paper airplane on the ground and held it in his palm.
In fact, when Han Fei saw this paper airplane in the underground warehouse, he decided to take it out at first sight, because the paper airplane looked almost the same as the one thrown downstairs by the woman on the third floor, but the material was different.
At that time, Han Fei felt that the paper airplane was related to the woman on the third floor, so after entering the apartment building, he kept walking back and forth carrying the package.
Most unexpected encounters may be carefully planned by one party.
The bathroom door was pushed open, and the pile of toilet paper rolled out.
A moment later, a blackened palm grasped the door frame, as if the ghost in Room 13 would appear the next moment.
Holding the paper airplane and approaching slowly, Han Fei held the arm that was burned by the fire before the real owner of Room 13 appeared.
"I seemed to have seen you in a hallucination last night. I was wondering why there was such a thing in the underground warehouse of the store. At that time, I suddenly remembered that you had been watching me. I had received the paper airplane you threw down."
Touch the secrets deep in the soul...
Without realizing that he had used his ability, Han Fei felt pain, hatred and strong regret from those charred hands.
"I really regret it, but it's too late. Now I have been targeted by the mall owner, and he regards me as his next prey. I know that my time is running out, and in these last few days, I want to help
Let's help you." The real meaning of Han Fei's words is, don't rush to kill me, I am almost a "corpse", and keeping this life may still be of use to you.
The same meaning can be expressed in another way, coupled with a little acting skills, and it will become extremely contagious. This is the art of language.
The ghost in Room 13 did not leave the bathroom in the end. The hand that was severely burned by the fire took the paper airplane from Han Fei's palm and crumpled it into a ball.
Li Gui's burnt skin began to fall off in large chunks, slowly getting mixed up with the love letter, and the original love words were gradually replaced by black stains.
Those words full of love make people feel sick when they read them now.
"That love letter caused you so much pain? Who wrote that letter? After I leave today, I will try my best to bring him here!" Han Fei made his promise, but he wanted him
To fulfill your promise, you must first ensure his safety.
The sun rose slowly, but the temperature in Room 13 continued to drop. As a piercing scream sounded, Han Fei was pushed away hard by that hand.
Countless waste papers in the bathroom were blown by the wind, and a woman could be vaguely seen screaming.
Her neck was hanging on the window frame, and her burnt hands were tearing at the waste paper on the floor hysterically. The early sun shone into the room little by little, and the woman's face became increasingly blurry.
When she finally disappeared, a paper airplane folded with a love letter flew out from the pile of waste paper in the bathroom.
The temperature began to recover. Han Fei looked at the blood-stained paper airplane in front of him and carefully took it apart.
The original sentences describing love in the love letter were obliterated, leaving only a line of hideous words written with fingers.
"The truth is that it is a monster with a mouth that cannot speak. Every time the philanthropist goes out, he will lock it in the house and shut it up with his conscience."
Keep reading, there are some crooked characters on the back of the love letter. Can you help me spell them out?
"What's the fight?"
Looking up, Han Fei found that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him among the gaps in the pile of waste paper.
"You want me to put together these patterned papers in my living room into a complete pattern?"
Although Han Fei has experienced human body jigsaw puzzles, he is not good at jigsaw puzzles: "It would be great if Wei Youfu was here. He liked jigsaw puzzles during his lifetime."
Thinking of his neighbors in the deep world, Han Fei took a deep breath. He really didn't expect that one day he would feel homesick, let alone that what he was thinking about was not the rental house in the real world, but the most terrifying thing in Xingfu Community.
That haunted house.
"I have been completely cured by them. When I leave the memory world alive, I will see if I can solve this 'puzzle' and treat it as a souvenir for Wei Youfu."
Enduring his sleepiness, Han Fei sat on the bathroom floor and began to look at the waste papers on the ground one by one.
He doesn't do puzzles very much, but his memory and insight are far beyond ordinary people. When ordinary people look at strange symbols that are indistinguishable, he can spot abnormalities at a glance.
A few minutes later, just as Han Fei was immersed in it, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.
The landlord and his wife hurriedly rushed to the door of Room 13. When they saw Han Fei sitting in the bathroom doing puzzles, their faces turned pale with fright.
Perhaps the scene was too scary, so the couple only dared to enter the house with a mop and broom.
"Did this kid have a brain problem due to too much pressure? I told you not to keep urging people to pay rent, but to be merciful and merciful. Look, people are crazy now, right?"
"Shut up." The landlady entered the living room with a mop, followed closely by the landlady.
"Could he be possessed by the hanging girl? He came here playing with pieces of paper so early in the morning? Is he still laughing?"
"Shut up! It's so noisy!" The landlady quickened her pace, and Han Fei also saw them.
"Sister? Uncle? Why are you here?" Han Fei patted the dust on his body and got up from the ground.
"You, what are you doing in this room? Who opened the door for you? Did you secretly get the key?"
"You may not believe me. When I came back from work, I saw a woman standing in front of the little boy's house on the second floor. Her hands were burned and she was very miserable. But she was very kind. She told me that the little boy's mother was imprisoned in
In the bedroom, I hope I can save her." Han Fei said very sincerely, and there was no trace of lying from the expression on his face.
"and after?"
"I went to the little boy's house to have a look, and found that his mother was really imprisoned in the bedroom, with tubes all over her body! I was frightened and immediately called the emergency number." Han Fei told the story with emotion, which made people feel uncomfortable.
The landlord and his wife felt like they were actually there.
"Were you scared at that time?" The couple looked at Han Fei with some confusion.
"After rescuing the boy's mother, as soon as I came out, I saw the girl walking upstairs, so I chased her and wanted to say thank you."
"So you chased them directly into Room 13?" The landlord and his wife were a little shaken. They seemed to have encountered some "supernatural" events before.
"Yes, that girl is very pitiful. There seems to be another reason for her death. I suspect it has something to do with the waste paper in the bathroom." Han Fei showed the symbols on different papers: "Put these pieces of paper together, and it can probably be
I can see the shape of a wellhead, and there seems to be something written next to it. Once I put all the pieces of paper together, I should be able to restore it."
The landlord and his wife wanted to say something else, but the ambulance arrived at this time. The little boy downstairs was still crying, so they hurriedly ran downstairs.
"Being a landlord is not easy, especially when you have a group of tenants like me."
After leaving the landlord and his wife, Han Fei concentrated on solving the puzzle. He wanted to figure out the message Li Gui wanted to convey in the shortest possible time.
The puzzle was always difficult at the beginning, and became faster the further it went. More than forty minutes passed, and Han Fei had already filled the room with broken pieces of paper. He also made an extremely important discovery.
All the waste papers put together form a well. The well is surrounded by very special funeral customs.
Originally, Han Fei didn't know much about these things, but not long ago, Huang Ying told him something in reality.
An old man who studied history died suddenly in the game "Perfect Life". The biggest discovery he made during his lifetime was that after the death of NPCs in the game, they all followed a set of funeral customs that were completely different from those in reality. It seemed that there had been a manager in the game.
The god of death.
After forcibly memorizing all the weird symbols, Han Fei's puzzle is coming to an end.
He couldn't understand the symbols, but he could roughly understand the meaning of some of the paintings.
"It seems that as long as you throw something into the well, you can reap good luck and blessings. Later, some people built shrines for the well, and some people slowly began to try to push the most important 'things' such as friends and relatives into the well.
