"Most game participants will not reveal their identity, because it will lead to death, but there is really a strange player in this city. His name is Qiangwei, and many people call him No. 19."
Li Guoer was very moved by Han Fei's proposal. It was difficult for her to deal with the "ghost" by herself, so the best way at this time was to drag more people into the trap.
"Qiangwei? Another name that feels familiar to me." Han Fei and Li Guoer kept running at the same speed, running wildly in the shadows of the street.
"This Qiangwei has been an orphan since he was a child, with a weird personality. He once disclosed his identity and the existence of the game on the TV station, hoping that all participants can unite. When everyone thought that he would not survive three disappearances, the next night he
I appeared on a TV show again, and a lot of people gathered around me."
"Many people?" Han Fei was confused: "How did he bring those game participants together?"
"Although those people are wearing white masks, most of them are masks made by themselves. There are very few real game participants among that group of people, but this is already a great thing." Li Guoer
It's unclear how Qiangwei did it. Most game participants couldn't trust each other because of points, but Qiangwei and the game participants around him were able to let each other protect their backs.
"It's quite powerful." Han Fei changed his tone: "Then let's go bring the ghosts to them now to solve them?"
"Yes, Qiangwei is the only game participant who has disclosed his existence. He also held a masquerade for this desperate death game, hoping to enhance trust between everyone." Li Guoer changed her direction. Originally, she did not trust Qiangwei.
, and she is not prepared to contact the other party, but now she has no better choice.
"This Rose No. 19 is indeed quite capable. No. 19..." Han Fei recited Rose's number repeatedly and looked at his script again. He discovered something very strange: "The number of the eleventh story is
The name is No. 11, and the name of the forty-fourth story is No. 4. These two scripts are all written in red pen and are much longer than the other stories. It feels like they were specially marked."
The situation was critical, and Han Fei was unable to consider the connection between the two stories for the time being. He planned to find out the past of No. 11 first, and then check out the story of No. 4.
"Han Fei..."
Han Fei was thinking about various problems in his mind when he suddenly heard a very familiar voice calling him. He subconsciously turned his neck and was about to twist it when he suddenly remembered Li Guoer's instructions.
Can't look back!
Running on the dark and narrow streets, Han Fei resisted not looking back. This thrilling feeling of hanging by a thread was like a stimulant, making Han Fei feel scared and his brain became excited at the same time.
"I have done similar things before! When I force myself to not look back, my body's instinct seems to be awakened again."
Han Fei has lost all his past, but the instincts honed in life and death are helping him piece together the context of his memories.
"I may have actually participated in a similar game. The person who got ninety-nine points is most likely me, but after everything I have experienced, why did I lose my memory? Is the game itself a scam? After getting one hundred points, I will
Deprived of memory and turned into an idiot?"
Han Fei felt that he was getting closer to the truth. The game had to be played, but this time he couldn't reach the finish line first.
Looking at Li Guoer, Han Fei felt that he needed to help someone and make her the new king of this game.
Ruoyouruowu's voice continued to come from behind, but Han Fei felt accustomed to it. He often heard various voices in his mind.
Sometimes Han Fei felt like he was standing at a fork in the road, with countless roads in front of him, and someone calling him on each road.
Most of these roads lead to death, but one leads to the unknown.
His arm began to hurt again, and blood oozed from the dense wounds. When Han Fei looked down, he discovered that there was a black handprint on his arm, as if someone had caught him.
When he looked back along the handprints, his whole body was pulled back, and he quickly looked away.
No matter what feeling he felt on his body, his back, or what he was lying on, he would never look back.
At 10:30 in the evening, Li Guoer led Han Fei to a building located on the central axis of the city.
This place is far from paradise. From the outside, it looks like a very ordinary B&B. There is a huge sign hanging at the door with four words of perfect life written on it.
"Perfect life? Are you sure you went to the right place? This place looks like a love hotel."
Han Fei stopped at the door of the B&B and stared at the handmade sign. The words "Perfect Life" reflected in his eyes.
"Wear a mask and don't let your cat run around." Li Guoer patted Han Fei on the shoulder: "Don't expose your own amnesia. The stronger you are, the better chance we have of convincing them.
, no one here likes to make friends with weak people, even superficial friends."
After finishing speaking, Li Guoer put on his mask.
"Your masks seem to only have smiling faces, no teardrops..."
Pushing open the door of the B&B, the two walked through long corridors. At the end of the corridor was a bar filled with wine and flowers.
"This way, you three." Seeing the white masks worn by Li Guoer and Han Fei, the bartender smiled and personally led them towards the second floor of the B&B.
"Three people?" Li Guoer reached out and patted the waiter on the shoulder: "Don't look back and tell me, what does the third person look like?"
"He..." The waiter looked back subconsciously, but the third person disappeared again: "Where is the person?"
"You come with us, don't come out casually." Li Guoer spoke cleanly and handsomely.
"Okay." The waiter felt a little pressure. He didn't dare to ask any more questions and led the two of them to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.
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When the door was pushed open, the sound of music came from it. When the light came over, more than a dozen eyes looked at the door of the room.
"Welcome two new friends!" A voice sounded very familiar to Han Fei. The man was wearing a plaid shirt and holding a wine bottle, lying crookedly on the sofa.
This man was the only one in the audience who was not wearing a mask. When he saw someone coming in, he stood up unsteadily and walked towards Li Guoer with a wine glass in hand.
"I am the owner of this Perfect Life B&B. Everyone usually calls me boss. If you don't mind, you can also call me that."
Before the man who claimed to be the boss got close, he was stopped by a man with long hair: "Put on your mask."
The man spoke without showing any mercy to his boss, and his voice was cold, but the strange thing was that Han Fei was very familiar with the long-haired man's voice, as if he had heard it somewhere.
"Qiangwei, stop being so sullen. Give up, we can't get out." The boss said drunkenly: "I don't want the black box anymore, I'll give you another target."
"You're drunk." The long-haired man Qiangwei waved her hand: "Ah Chong, send the boss back to the house."
A short man with scars on his arms walked out of the corner. Just as he was about to drag his boss away, his eyes suddenly saw the scars on the sleeves of Han Fei's suit.
"Can you let me see your arm?" Ah Chong pushed the boss to the sofa. He walked straight to Han Fei and pointed at Han Fei's arm: "You seem to have the same hobbies as me."
Han Fei rolled up his sleeves blankly. His arm, which was covered with wounds, made everyone in the room take a breath.
“I didn’t expect to meet people of the same kind here. I’ll have the opportunity to communicate more.”
"Ah Chong, bring the boss into the house." Qiangwei interrupted Ah Chong. He stared closely at Han Fei who was standing behind Li Guoer, his eyes under the mask were full of fear and doubt: "You two should know that we
Is this the rule here?"
"I can give you some news about the 'ghost'." Li Guoer told her evening experience and explained the current situation. She had been targeted by the ghost and the ghost had already come here.
After Li Guoer finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Ah Chong, their faces covered by white masks, and Han Fei didn't know why they did this.
Ah Chong, who helped the boss back to the house, walked towards Li Guoer again. He looked for a long time and found nothing, but when he got closer to Han Fei, it was as if he suddenly saw a hungry tiger lying in the grass on the roadside.
He was so frightened that he backed away.
"He, he, he is a dead man!" Ah Chong hid directly behind Qiangwei, and everyone else in the room also felt like they were facing an enemy.
Looking at those masks, Han Fei didn't feel any discomfort or fear. He himself also wondered why so many people couldn't make him feel any fluctuation in his heart.
"Misfortune comes from your mouth. I warn you not to talk nonsense." Li Guoer took a step back. She was here to discuss cooperation. She didn't want to become a prey.
"Qiangwei, Ah Chong, I think I really saw a ghost outside. They didn't lie." The waiter suddenly said, pointing behind Han Fei: "When they entered the store just now, there was a man wearing a hospital gown.
I followed him with my head lowered and stayed very close. I was also curious about the relationship between the three of them."
"Perhaps being followed by a ghost for too long will taint something and cause misunderstandings between you." Li Guoer was trying to excuse Han Fei. She knew that she was the primary target of the "ghost", and the ghost was competing with her in time.
I spent a lot of time with Han Fei.
The room fell into silence. After a minute, Qiangwei pulled Ah Chong back, and he raised his hand: "Let's vote by a show of hands. Those who oppose their joining will raise their hands."
There were two women behind the wine table. When they saw Qiangwei raising her hands, they also raised their hands.
"We use human lives to earn points, and we don't even understand what 'catching ghosts' means. You also prohibit us from hunting other game participants. If we continue to do this, we will have to wait until the end of the year to accumulate enough points?" A bald man with a burly build and a very tough look.
The man stood up: "I think they should be allowed to join. I just want to take this opportunity to see what a 'ghost' is."
"That makes sense." None of the people around the bald man had any intention of raising their hands.
"Qianye, F, what do you two think?" Qiangwei frowned slightly, and her voice seemed a bit low.
"I don't care, I abstain, and I won't take the blame if something goes wrong." The man named Qianye dressed up in a very high-profile manner, and his clothes were very coquettish. He didn't look like he was here to play a life-and-death game, but more like he was on vacation.
of.
"It's the captain's fault if he doesn't do anything." Qiangwei couldn't control Qianye, and he looked at the last person in the crowd. That person was wearing a black windbreaker, his whole temperament was extremely gloomy, and he was playing with a black invitation in his hand.
"I have no objection to them joining, provided of course they don't lie." The man in a trench coat put away the black invitation and stood up from his seat.
This man was not very tall, but as soon as he stood up, everyone around him closed their mouths, and even the music seemed to have become eerie.
After drinking the wine in the glass, the man walked up to Han Fei and Li Guoer: "The night is long and the dream is long. Let's go to that building now."
"Since the ghosts followed them here, we might as well stay here and wait for work." Qiangwei was more cautious.
"We don't understand ghosts at all. If we stay here, we are just lambs to be slaughtered. It's better to go over and understand the past of ghosts and the reasons for their formation. Only by understanding these, can we have the opportunity to 'catch ghosts' and gain a lot of
Points, send everyone out." The man in the windbreaker turned to look at Qiangwei: "The opportunity is fleeting, if we don't work hard to seize it, we will definitely regret it in the future."
"Only three of us have received the invitation. In fact, I want to find out your past more than the ghost's past." Qiangwei put down her hand, and most people in the room agreed that Han Fei and Li Guo'er would join.
, they want to visit haunted places.
"I will tell you in the future, but not now. I can only say that I know this game better than you." The man nicknamed F stood next to Qiangwei: "You are planning to go there with me tonight. Report to Qiangwei.
one time."
"I'll go with you." There was a hint of displeasure in Qiangwei's voice. Strictly speaking, he was the person in charge here.
"If you and I both die, we may not be able to get out, so no matter what, one of us must stay in a safe place." After F finished speaking, he grabbed Ah Chong and said, "Let him
Just come with me."
The players began to sort out their belongings. Fifteen minutes later, seven players, including F and Ah Chong, followed Li Guoer and Han Fei and walked out of a perfect life.
Maybe because there were so many people, the ghost didn't chase him, and Han Fei didn't hear anyone calling his name again.
"We try to get back from the investigation before zero o'clock. I heard that 'ghosts' will become more powerful and terrifying after zero o'clock." Li Guoer's goal has been achieved. She brought all the players to the location marked in the script, Happy Apartment.
Building No. 11 is the place where No. 11 last disappeared and where his last adoptive parents lived.
Walking through the streets shrouded in darkness, Han Fei's heart beat faster the closer he got to the apartment buildings, as if he had lived here before and those apartment buildings were his real home.
"Do my real parents live here?"
Old apartment buildings were built together, and each building had its own number. Han Fei and the others were going to Building 11, but Han Fei stood blankly under Building 1 for a long time.
"There should be a light left for me. Yes, my real home should be here!" (To be continued.)
