There were black windows painted on the red walls, and blood beads slid down the window frames. The child in a hospital gown stood outside the window, one of his hands resting on the glass.
Han Fei stood in front of the window. He looked at the boy outside the window. He never thought that he could see the dead child in this way.
"Is it his soul in the window? Or a ray of his consciousness?"
Slowly approaching, Han Fei didn't know why, as if he had seen boy No. 4 before. He raised his hand involuntarily, and he also put his hand on the window glass.
Through a window painted on the wall, Han Fei and boy No. 4 stood face to face.
The boy outside the window put his palms together with Han Fei's. He raised his head, as if he was comparing Han Fei with someone in his memory.
As memory and reality overlapped, Boy No. 4 shook his head
"Even if you heal your personality, you can't cure such a monster. One of my biggest shortcomings is that I always like to have unrealistic fantasies... A monster is a monster. If you put on human skin, you are still a monster."
The boy looked at the window blankly, wondering whether he was looking at Han Fei or the world inside the window.
"Whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you that I am the only person who survived the bloody night. I can't remember anything that happened after that. Can you help me recall it?"
When Han Fei said the words "bloody night", the boy who was standing outside the window began to have bloody cracks on his body, like countless knife incisions.
His head, which was looking elsewhere, suddenly lifted up and stared at Han Fei's face in the window again.
"Are you really him? Can you return to normal under such crazy stimulation? Is the cured personality really the perfect personality? Impossible! There is no perfect personality in the world!" Boy No. 4's body is slowly expanding, as if
He grew from a few years old to a teenager in an instant, and his condition became worse and worse. The wounds on his body gradually connected together, as if he was wearing a piece of clothing woven with red thread.
"Tell me what you know! About the plastic surgery hospital, those children with numbers, and brothers Fu Sheng and Fu Tian!" The alarm sounded outside the building. Han Fei put his palms on the window and his tone became urgent. He was too
Want to know the truth.
"Fu Sheng, Fu Tian..." No. 4, whose body was undergoing rapid changes, opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and the expression on his face was extremely painful, as if these two names represented the most unforgivable despair: "It's him
Turned me into this!"
Groups of shadows emerged from under No. 4's skin. His body was getting bigger and bigger, and it was beyond the scope of a human being. He no longer had the most basic human shape.
"Is it him? Not them? Are you talking about Fu Sheng or Fu Tian?" Han Fei was keenly aware of a detail: "Have you also forgotten all the things related to Fu Sheng? Am I the only person in the world
The only living person who remembers Fu Sheng’s existence?”
"Don't go to the paradise! The paradise is the biggest conspiracy. The reward after clearing all the games is that he will be resurrected in your body!"
No. 4's whole body collapsed and turned into a monster dominated by the desire for destruction. He rushed madly against the closed window and lost all humanity.
The "red paint" that flowed from the wound on the painter's arm fell to the ground. When No. 4 hit the window of the oil painting, the painter blocked the window with his back to the oil painting.
Then a very strange scene happened. The oil painting on the window began to melt, as if it was slowly getting into the painter's back.
The silent painter kept staring at Han Fei while blending it with the window painting.
This is a very critical moment for him. If Han Fei interferes, it may have very serious consequences for him.
A full ten seconds passed, and Han Fei was still standing nearby with no intention of taking action. The painter also completed the last step of integration.
The roar of a number four came from the wound with the number "4" on his arm. The clothes on his back were completely shattered, revealing a window painted on his back. Inside the window was a completely crazy monster.
.
Every time the monster struggles, the painter's soul will be shattered, but he will soon repair it. It feels like he treats his body as a painting. Whenever the painting is damaged, he will use his own paint in time.
Everything will be fixed.
"He still has something he hasn't told me! Why is the ultimate reward of the paradise someone else reborn in my body? Is that reborn person Fu Sheng? Or is it Fu Tian, the deceased chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?"
Han Fei had done the task of inheriting Fu Sheng's shrine. He knew clearly that both Fu Sheng and Fu Tian were extremely rare geniuses. To some extent, his younger brother Fu Tian was definitely no worse than his elder brother Fu Sheng.
The painter took a deep look at Han Fei. His eyes were sunken, and he walked out of the house without saying anything to Han Fei.
The walls he passed began to fade, and all the oil paintings returned to normal, becoming lifeless, worn and incomplete.
The sirens outside were getting closer and closer, and by the time Han Fei chased him out of the room, the painter had disappeared.
"No. 4, a self-destructive personality, a failure, died on his eighteenth birthday. How much else does this guy know?"
The sirens are getting closer and closer, and occasionally a few bright lights will penetrate the darkness and shine down.
"Have the crew come in?" Han Fei looked around, then walked towards Li Huang who was huddled in the corner. He squatted in front of Li Huang and looked into Li Huang's eyes: "Can you still get up? Please help Arlene.
, I’ll go pick Wu Li up on his back.”
"Han, Han Fei, what were those just now?"
"You must be hallucinating. I saw you yelling at me as soon as I came in."
"Impossible, impossible!" Li Huang shook her head repeatedly. She grabbed the wall and clasped her nails on the oil paintings on the wall: "These paintings are all alive! I saw those children walking out of the oil paintings with my own eyes."
"This is the latest visual deception technology. You are just too nervous. I suggest you go and relax tonight and play some more casual games." Han Fei spoke unhurriedly, with a special
Melody: "Have you ever played Perfect Life?"
Li Huang's condition slowly recovered, and she nodded: "I play occasionally, I am a purely casual player."
"I'm also a casual player. Can you tell me your game ID and your birthday? We can play together in the evening." Han Fei stood up and extended his hand to Li Huang.
It's normal to ask for the game ID, but when asking for the game ID, you also need to ask for your birthday. This feels normal but has a hint of something else.
Li Huang was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed, but she still told Han Fei all the information directly. After all, Han Fei had just saved her life.
After dragging Li Huang up, Han Fei carried Wu Li behind him. He took out the security guard's mobile phone for lighting and walked all the way up.
After he arrived on the second underground floor, the live broadcast room returned to normal, and all of them were captured by the camera again.
When the audience in the live broadcast room saw Han Fei covered in blood and rescued the other actors, the live broadcast room seemed as lively as the New Year.
In sharp contrast to Han Fei's side, there are two live broadcast rooms targeting Bai Cha and Xiao Chen.
Idol actor Xiao Chen was pressed under a cabinet on the second floor, foaming at the mouth and unconscious.
Bai Cha abandoned everyone and hid alone in the toilet on the second underground floor. His face was pale and he piled various things behind the door. He was already frightened and a little abnormal.
Originally, everyone looked down upon Bai Cha's behavior of abandoning his teammates to escape alone. Reading the barrage, it was said that he was able to escape because he treated his teammates as victims and asked his teammates to attract the monster's attention, and then escaped alone.
Many barrages scolded him, but there were also fans of Baicha who retorted that when people are in danger, they will inevitably do some drastic actions.
But after Han Fei rescued the person, the fans' rebuttal almost disappeared.
People are the same, their hearts are made of flesh, and their blood is warm; but people are also different. Some people are still willing to stand up when facing danger.
What Han Fei did was not to encourage everyone to act bravely, but to think about it from the most basic perspective. If the audience was chased by a murderer, would they want someone like Han Fei to be a teammate, or would they like someone like Bai Cha to be a teammate?
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has reached a peak, and Han Fei's own popularity and popularity have also increased again. He is moving step by step towards the ranks of second-tier actors.
Bai Cha and Han Fei were once rivals, but after this night's live broadcast, I'm afraid no one will think that Bai Cha deserves to be compared with Han Fei.
The staff has intervened, and now there are completely different scenes in the live broadcast rooms of Bai Cha and Han Fei. The funny thing is that Bai Cha still doesn't know it is a live broadcast and still thinks it is a filming.
He worked very hard to block the toilet and mop behind the door, with tears on his face and curses in his mouth.
At this time, Bai Cha's live broadcast was more like whipping himself repeatedly. When the rescuers came over and knew the truth, he would probably faint and die.
A bright flashlight penetrated the darkness, and when Han Fei and the staff met, all live broadcasts were interrupted.
Only halfway through the filming, the live broadcast room was completely gone, and Tang Yi broke another record.
The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and the flashlight light shone on Han Fei. Medical staff rushed over with various portable medical equipment and began to check the health of several actors on the spot.
Other staff members went to other places in the building to rescue Bai Cha and Xiao Chen.
Han Fei, who was covered in "red paint", looked to be the most seriously injured, but in fact he had no injuries at all. His physical fitness was so good that even the doctors were surprised.
"Han Fei! Are you okay!" Tang Yi and Director Jia Jia ran from the entrance. They behaved completely differently from the first time they met Han Fei. They ran in long strides with worried expressions on their faces. What kind of national level are they like Han Fei?
Just like protecting animals.
"I'm fine, you should care about other people." Han Fei was thinking about what No. 4 said, but Tang Yi held Han Fei's hand.
"Han Fei, can you take a step to speak?" Tang Yi's hands were cold, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his heart was beating very fast. He, who was always known for his boldness, was really scared this time.
Without waiting for Han Fei to reply, Tang Yi quietly dragged Han Fei to the back of the crowd. He also held Han Fei's hand with his other hand, and there was a piece of paper with numbers hidden in his palm: "This is the account password. , I have already prepared money for you, you must not tell anyone what happened on the show this time!"
"Can't you tell me?"
"No matter who asks, you just insist that everything is a script!" Tang Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Brother, I went too far this time. Halfway through the live broadcast, I was almost banned, but there are There is a game between two forces that I cannot afford to offend. One side wants to stop the live broadcast immediately, but the other side uses various connections to stop it. It seems that they want more people to see the scene inside the plastic surgery hospital."
"This plastic surgery hospital was once built by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. It should be Yongsheng Pharmaceutical that wants to shut down the live broadcast. Then who will be the other party? Deep Space Technology and Yongsheng Pharmaceutical cooperated to develop "Perfect Life". There is no need to attack our allies. , who else but it dares to fight against a behemoth like Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?" Han Fei looked at Tang Yi, but Tang Yi shook his head repeatedly.
"I don't dare to say it, so don't ask." Tang Yi held Han Fei's hand and refused to let go: "Brother, when I get through this disaster, I will definitely repay you well in the future! I didn't have your help this time, so I said Maybe something big is going to happen!"
"Are you talking about the short security guard losing control and trying to kill Bai Cha during the live broadcast?"
"This is just one of them, don't ask about the other ones." Tang Yi's voice was trembling when he spoke, and it could be seen that he was really frightened this time.
However, as a veteran, Tang Yi only dared to express his panic in front of Han Fei. He would regain his confident demeanor in front of the staff and reporters, as if everything was really a script.
"This Tang Yi seems to really know some inside stories. When he is free, I want to ask him if he can play "Perfect Life"?" Han Fei was the first to walk out of the plastic surgery hospital. Several police cars were parked outside the building. Xinhu Police She attaches great importance to his safety and feels like she is guarding a key suspect.
Accompanied by a police officer, Han Fei washed off the "red paint", then changed his clothes and took back his mobile phone.
"It's just past nine o'clock." Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the plastic surgery hospital shrouded in darkness. He got a very important clue today and couldn't wait to enter the deep world.
"The program is gone, so no one will notice that I left work early, right?"