After getting the prompt in the elevator, Han Fei dragged the corpse prop with one hand to the seventh floor. All the windows here were boarded up, making the entire floor look particularly depressing.
Taking out his security phone, Han Fei clicked on Xia Yilan's live broadcast room. Strangely, there was no one in the live broadcast room.
"All the cameras installed in the plastic surgery hospital are dynamic tracking cameras. As long as Xia Yilan passes by, she will be followed and filmed until she enters the blind spot of the camera's field of view. There is no one in her live broadcast room now, which means that she must have stopped somewhere.
In a blind spot for shooting.”
Han Fei walked forward slowly, and slowly, he suddenly saw his figure in Xia Yilan's live broadcast room.
"She's hiding around me?"
As soon as he stopped, Han Fei felt someone approaching quickly from behind. He picked up the corpse prop and swung it backwards, but he didn't hit anything.
Based on the position of the camera in Xia Yilan's live broadcast room, Han Fei was sure that Xia Yilan was nearby, but he didn't see anything.
"Where are the people?"
Xia Yilan may have had some special encounters before, but she was just an ordinary person. Even if she was possessed by a ghost and possessed by evil spirits, Han Fei was still not afraid. What he was worried about now was that there were other things staying with Xia Yilan.
"There was definitely something approaching just now."
Dragging the heavy corpse props, Han Fei moved backwards little by little. He found the lens that filmed Xia Yilan's live broadcast room. The lens was stuck in the blood...
While he was checking the camera lens, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor!
There was no warning. When Han Fei heard the noise, the footsteps were already very close to him.
Backing up, Han Fei spotted a pair of white shoes walking down the corridor and entering a room.
"White shoes?"
The goodwill of Xiaobai Shoes was kidnapped by Han Fei, and now only malice and hatred are left on those pure white shoes.
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei did not directly chase Xiaobai Shoes. When he came to a strange place, the first thing he had to do was to familiarize himself with the environment. If he rushed forward recklessly, he would probably fall into the trap carefully laid out by the enemy.
In a trap.
After kicking open the door, Han Fei began to inspect each room. Seeing his rough and direct look, the audience in the live broadcast room felt happy again.
Also trapped in an abandoned building, facing a murderer and unknown dangers, Han Fei behaved completely differently from the other six colleagues. Those who didn't know might have thought that Han Fei was playing a murderer and was hunting other people.
six people.
Han Fei fixed the camera removed from the security guard on his back shoulder so that he could observe behind him through the live broadcast room, which was equivalent to having an extra eye.
Tang Yi, who is well aware of the audience's preferences, opened a separate live broadcast room for this camera, allowing everyone to experience a "murderous" first-person live broadcast.
Without anyone else's script or the help of his "companions", Han Fei used the clues revealed in his script and a little violence to get the other leg and internal organs of the corpse on the seventh floor. Now only the heart and
The head has not yet been found.
The other live broadcast rooms were in chaos, with everyone running away so fast that even the cameras couldn't capture it clearly. Many fans of celebrities came to Han Fei to ask for help, saying that their idols were about to physically "collapse".
Comparing these live broadcasts, it can be clearly seen that Han Fei is special. Both humans and ghosts are running around, but Han Fei is the only one who is seriously thinking about passing the level.
In fact, Han Fei was also in a state of high tension now. He had no time to look at those barrages and was focused on the room that Xiaobai Shoes had just entered.
As the doors were kicked open, Han Fei got closer and closer to the room.
"right here."
Grabbing the door lock with his hand, Han Fei slowly pressed hard, and the door opened in response.
The small room was covered with white paint. It looked like a pure white canvas. Everything in the room was white. Even after such a long time, it was still as pure white as ever. It seemed like someone would come over every night.
Same as cleaning.
"Whose room is this?"
The white single bed is covered with white quilts, white sheets hanging to the floor, and a pair of white shoes placed in front of the bed.
There is a small white table directly opposite the toes of the white shoes. On the table are several little figures made of folded white paper.
Each villain's head is opened, and they have no facial features or clothes of their own, which seems to imply that they have never had a self, or even formed a concept of self at all.
When Han Fei entered the house, the sound of heavy rain hitting the windows became more violent. The rain seemed to penetrate the glass and fall into the house.
A drop of liquid fell on the back of Han Fei's neck. He reached out to touch it, and his fingertips were stained red.
"Blood?"
Looking up, there were cracks in the white roof, as if the pure white heart had been torn apart, and foul-smelling blood flowed out of the cracks.
More and more blood soaked into the white wall, cracks spread around, and blood stains stuck to the ceiling, falling into the house like rain.
Han Fei's body was wet, and he felt as if the whole room had been violently torn apart from the outside, and all the secrets in the room were soaked in blood.
Standing firm, Han Fei lowered his head and looked at the screen of his mobile phone.
The scene shown in the live broadcast room was completely different from what Han Fei saw in his own eyes. Han Fei in the live broadcast room was standing at the door of a dilapidated white ward. A large amount of something similar to red paint had been daubed on the ceiling in advance. At this time, those
Things were dripping onto Han Fei's back.
"He used white shoes to attract my attention just to get the 'paint' for painting on me?"
Han Fei himself was also affected. He saw what the painter wanted him to see. He didn't know if it was an illusion, a dream, or a kind of psychological hypnosis.
The person behind the scenes succeeded, but Han Fei had seen too many scenes more terrifying than this in the deep world, so he behaved very normally, and the viewers in the live broadcast room did not find any problems.
The red paint slid down his hair, and the back of Han Fei's head seemed to be burned by something. Pains tugged at his nerves. Some memories he found in the deep world emerged, and most of them were related to the Bloody Orphanage.
There seemed to be some connection between the blood-red memories in his mind and the red "paint" dripping on the back of his head. Han Fei wanted to figure out his past. He was cruel, let go of his consciousness, and took the initiative.
Immerse yourself in the illusion.
After long training in the deep world, Han Fei was confident that he could break free from the illusion, so he made the decision to see what was in the illusion.
His vision gradually became hazy, and footsteps sounded again on the corridor outside. Han Fei looked outside and saw his white shoes dripping with red paint walking down the corridor and entering another room.
At this time, the plastic surgery hospital that Han Fei saw was different from before. The blood-colored paint was like a paintbrush held by a ghost, spreading all kinds of strange patterns on the walls, as well as constantly distorted words.
"Only good children can come out to breathe and see the outside world, but for monsters, our world is just this small room. There is no way out or escape."
"I don't envy those children who can get out of the underground. The light they see is just false. The light full of hypocrisy is completely different from the light emitted by the sun."
"They are stupid. They think they will be regarded as good children if they obey the doctor's words. In fact, in the eyes of the doctor, they are monsters just like me."
"The children who left always told me how beautiful the outside world was. Bright windows, green leaves, and even a bird flying by could make them excited for a long time."
"Looking at their happy faces, I couldn't bear to tell them the truth. No matter how beautiful the outside world is, it has nothing to do with them. Their world only has this room, this big black box in which we live, which is what the world really looks like."
"Doctors always lie to us and say that the world is very beautiful. As long as we monsters slowly become normal people, we can usher in a new life in the outside world. I know they are lying to me."
"Those doctors didn't tell the truth at all. They were just using us. They never wanted to let us leave."
"I miss the artist a little bit. He is the one who really wants to help us. Although he never said he would take us to escape, at least he left false windows on the walls of this dark room.
.”
"In the last period of my life, I felt that I should see him again. Because I made a new discovery in the dark. The red ward at the end of the corridor was said to have been black before. It seemed that a patient who had successfully tested it once lived there.
Child, I also heard that the child who was closest to perfection ended up killing everyone."
"He can't hear my voice, and I can't leave."
"I didn't know how to see him, so I could only draw myself in the window he painted."
"Slowly, I grew up in this black room. Among all the children, I was the only one who never left. I knew that my end was doomed. I would die on my eighteenth birthday as the most failed experiment."
"This should be my last birthday wish. I hope... that artist will never come back again."
Bloody red paint and paint were splashed on the walls, and the words seemed to come alive. Looking at them, it was like seeing a sick teenager.
"The kid really doesn't want the artist to come back? Or is it because all his birthday wishes have not come true, so he finally said something against his will?"
Everything was normal in the live broadcast room. The audience only saw the flowing blood, but after coming into contact with the plasma, Han Fei was affected to a certain extent. He saw the words rolling in the blood.
Walking among those bloody words, it was like stepping into a patient's dream, and his ears were filled with his ravings.
怆愯瘽璇达纴鐩铓嶆湕畇簲扉涔︽涶濂界敤镄刟pp锛屽挭鍜阒呰hurt
Go forward and open the next door.
In the dark room, everything was painted black except for the number "4" on the door panel.
Before Han Fei could enter, all the nearby doors were pushed open, and the layout of each room was completely different.
Some are painted in colors; some are filled with asymmetrical and deformed objects; some rooms have nothing in them and are directly made into a ball; and some rooms are filled with all kinds of inscrutable things. Formulas and puzzles…
Han Fei kept looking towards the end of the corridor, where there was an unnumbered ward, which was completely dyed red.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I will never do that again, please let me go."
"I'm just a nurse who obeys their orders. I just want to get a face. You go find those doctors and those who killed you!"
"Don't ruin my face, I have nothing left, please let me go!"
A woman dressed in sexy and revealing clothes climbed out of the bloody room. She sat down on the ground, and there was a strange sense of incongruity between her face and body, as if that face did not belong to her.
"Xia Yilan?"
The woman in the distance heard Han Fei's voice. She was like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, crying and reaching out to Han Fei, but her legs seemed to be locked by something in the room, unable to break free. .
"Help me! Help me!"
"What exactly have you done? Why do those children want to kill you?" Han Fei still remembered that when he went to find Qiangwei for the first time, he accidentally discovered that Qiangwei was threatening Xia Yilan with a list.
Qiangwei is most likely a child with a number in the orphanage, and Xia Yilan will be targeted by him, which means that Xia Yilan is likely to be involved in something.
In addition, when Xia Yilan just begged for mercy, she vaguely mentioned the words nurse and order, Han Fei became more sure of his guess, and he would take this opportunity to ask questions.
"I didn't do anything! I'm just one of the middlemen, just a living business card of the plastic surgery hospital!" Xia Yilan cried towards Han Fei: "Those children are all ingredients for personality plastic surgery! I am only responsible for treating customers in need. Take him to the hospital and I don’t know anything else!”
"You don't want to think about it anymore?"
"He, they promised me that they would change their faces for me after completing five transactions!" Xia Yilan's body was dragged: "All the middlemen have changed their faces!"
After shouting the last words, Xia Yilan's body was dragged into the red ward.
Han Fei rushed forward with the corpse prop. The closer he got to the ward, the more intense the pain came from the back of his head!
“All the pain comes from where the black box is!”
In a daze, Han Fei even thought that he had returned to the deep world, and his body would naturally react in various ways.
"Were those words left by the orphans who died here? Did he discover the red room?"
Kicking open the door of the last ward in the corridor, Han Fei saw Xia Yilan being pressed on the operating table, surrounded by children who had no facial features and had lost themselves.
The children held cakes made of human blood in their hands, and then used their little hands to stuff the bloody cake into Xia Yilan's mouth.
Her beautiful face seemed to be torn apart, no sound came out of her mouth, and her eyes protruded outward, looking very scary.
Han Fei didn't like Xia Yilan very much, but he would never let Xia Yilan die in front of him like this.
Quickly entering the house, the moment he stepped into the room, a familiar feeling that he had never experienced before appeared in his mind, as if he had stayed in such a bloody room for a long, long time.
"Could it be that my real childhood memory is... staying in a room like this all the time?"