The words behind the mask seemed to be addressed to Han Fei. It was a question that spanned time and space.
"Even if happiness is a monster, I should still get close, right?"
As soon as he saw the question, Han Fei came up with the answer. The more something is missing, the more he will care about it.
He wanted to hold on to happiness from the bottom of his heart, because he had never known happiness in his memory.
"His mask could still show his appearance at first, but in the end he turned into a clown covered in paint." F also looked at No. 11's mask: "He wanted to be a clown who could only laugh.
A clown, a clown who doesn't think about sadness. I sympathize with this child's experience, but I don't agree with his actions."
"Maybe he doesn't need your sympathy and approval, right?" Han Fei said calmly. He watched helplessly as F took away the clown mask and put it into the backpack brought by the players.
"Happiness is something only children can look for. For adults, happiness needs to be created by themselves." F pointedly said: "You look like a child who has not grown up."
"Me?" Han Fei didn't refute. He had forgotten too many things, including his childhood.
Walking to the bedroom window, Han Fei looked at Building No. 1. The window of bedroom No. 11 was facing Building No. 1. He always felt that something in that building was attracting him.
"I'm obviously scared when I get close to the window, and I feel like someone will push me down, but I still want to go to the window over and over again."
A weak cat meowed from the backpack, and Han Fei reached out and touched the cat's head: "Did you feel it too? Have we lived in Building 1 before? My family should be there, they are there for me.
He left a lamp that would not go out and prepared hot porridge and delicious meat for me. I should go there, but I am very scared. I don’t know what I am afraid of?”
Since losing his memory, Han Fei has often been in a trance, and occasionally speaks nervously. Everything he sees seems to be covered with a thin veil called nightmare.
The cat's meow became louder, and Han Fei's heart beat harder. He slowly raised his head.
Outside the window, there is a head without any hair, as bald as a balloon, standing upside down by the window!
Her cloudy eyes were filled with pills, and the woman's thick and deformed hands suddenly grabbed Han Fei.
"careful!"
F and Li Guoer ran towards Han Fei, but they were still too far away from Han Fei and couldn't help Han Fei at all.
The arm with bulging blood vessels stretched out in front of Han Fei's face. He didn't expect such a thing to happen at all. His mind went blank, and the woman's face was fixed in his eyes.
But just when everyone thought Han Fei was about to be dragged out of the window by the woman, Han Fei's hand holding the knife moved.
The blade, reflecting the dim light of the candle, cut through the darkness, and two neat wounds appeared on the woman's arm.
No blood flowed from the wound, but the woman seemed frightened and fell from the pipe dragging her injured arms.
When Han Fei stood by the window and looked out, he found no sign of the woman. He only saw that the window on the third floor seemed to be open.
"Are you okay?" Li Guoer ran to Han Fei with surprise on his face: "Can you use a knife?"
"I... don't remember." Han Fei looked at his hands. After he forced the woman back, another voice came from the depths of his mind. He still couldn't hear clearly what the voice was saying, but he could clearly feel it.
The sound became clearer and clearer, as if it was getting closer to him.
"Why do I always have so many voices in my head?" Han Fei usually acted dull and ordinary, but after the knife was struck just now, neither Li Guoer nor F dared to look down on him.
"The knife left by No. 11 can hurt them, but..." Han Fei quietly glanced at the black knife in F's hand. He always felt that the black knife was a bit uncoordinated. The handle and the blade seemed to be...
Made up of: "That knife seems to be mine."
Han Fei had no impression of F, but he had a strong attraction to the knife in F's hand. This feeling was very strange.
"You seem to be very good at using knives. Not many people can play with knives nowadays, and even fewer often use knives to kill." F coldly put away the black knife, put all the masks in the cabinet into his backpack, and walked out of the bedroom.
"Hey, don't provoke F." Ah Chong reminded Han Fei in a low voice: "He has really killed people, and more than one."
Han Fei nodded slightly: "Is that why the knife in his hand turned black?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about. Anyway, just pay attention." Ah Chong scratched his head: "Have I heard your voice somewhere?"
Everyone is wearing a white mask, and everyone's memory seems to be incomplete, and no one is sure of the other's identity.
"I don't know." Han Fei didn't pay attention to Ah Chong. He lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand. The sharp knife left by No. 11 looked very ordinary, but there were two words "company" written crookedly on the handle.
"The name of this knife is companionship? Use a sharp knife to accompany you?"
Han Fei couldn't understand it, but Li Guoer next to him thought it was normal: "When emotions reach a certain level and there is a lack of correct expression methods, love will be twisted together with murderous intent, leaving the loved one forever.
To accompany myself, I have had such an impulse."
"It seems I'm not the only one in this world who is sick." Han Fei said silently, making Li Guoer roll her eyes.
The two walked out of the bedroom. When Han Fei took the knife out of the bedroom, the clouds above the community slowly dispersed, and the sky was filled with bloodshot eyes, as if a huge eye was slowly opening.
"The knife hidden in the child's bedroom is called companionship, and behind the mask it is said that happiness is a monster. This child's worldview is the same as my nightmare."
Being abandoned again and again, treated like a cat or dog, and taking a lot of medicine every day, the city in the child's mind has completely changed. Perhaps the community that Han Fei and the others entered at this time is the world in the eyes of No. 11.
It was completely sealed, as if it was living deep in a well, with a huge, malicious eye growing in the sky above its head.
"The woman with strong limbs may be the last adoptive mother of No. 11. Her eye sockets are filled with pills, and her eyes only see medicine. She seems to have been urging the child to take medicine; the eyes above the community should represent the traffickers' treatment of children.
Surveillance, no matter where you escape, you cannot avoid its sight."
The more Han Fei thought about it, the more curious he became about what happiness looked like in No. 11's eyes.
"Have you not seen a ghost before? What does a ghost look like? What was it doing when you saw it?" More and more players began to feel uneasy. They gathered around Li Guoer and asked all kinds of questions.
Ghost problem.
"Ghosts can only be seen under certain circumstances." Li Guoer's voice came from under the mask: "For example, when he kills people, there is also the moment when a living person dies."
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise in the corridor, followed by screams, and all the players began to run outside when they heard the noise.
"Don't panic!" F's reminder was still a step too late. Qianye and the other two players guarding the corridor were already chasing upstairs.
"What happened?" Ah Chong shouted loudly.
"The sentry was dragged away! It was the woman! She ran upstairs!"
"Don't rush to chase, don't rush to go up!" Li Guoer's reminder was of no use at all. Those players had already run far away.
"The sentinel's hidden talent is enhanced perception, we can't lose him." F seems to know the hidden talent of every player. These players seem to have been carefully selected by him, and each one has a unique role.
The player running at the front seemed to have fought with something. The person was thrown away by a huge force, his body hit the wall, and rolled down the stairs.
"Seventh, seventh floor, on the seventh floor!" This group of players had very good physical fitness. After falling down, they struggled a few times before getting up again. He picked up the mask on the ground and put it on in a hurry.
Screaming, scolding, and chaotic footsteps echoed in the corridor, and everyone was crowded between the sixth and seventh floors.
"Get out of the way!" F, who was wearing a windbreaker, grabbed Ah Chong and squeezed through the crowd, but the sentry and the woman were no longer in the corridor: "Where is the sentry?"
"I didn't catch up." Qianye shook his head. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, then took out a lighter and lit it: "That thing is much faster than me. Is there really a ghost in this world?"
"Those who are faster than you are not necessarily ghosts." F glanced at Han Fei from the corner of his eye.
"Indeed, you, a five-second man, are faster than me." Qianye held a cigarette in his mouth. His body slowly became excited. He changed from his previous laziness and his eyes began to change: "Didn't you say that knife can kill people?"
Is it a ghost? I'll give you a chance to kill it."
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Qianye and F moved to the seventh floor.
He was dressed in flashy clothes, but he seemed to have some abilities. At least he had the confidence to face the unknown. When so many players were afraid, he dared to move forward alone.
"You come over too." F pushed Ah Chong hard. He seemed to know Ah Chong's hidden talents and abilities, and knew that the more danger Ah Chong encountered, the more potential he would unleash, thereby activating another personality.
This scene happened to be seen by Han Fei at the back of the team. A thought came to his mind inexplicably: "It seemed that I was the only one who could see their abilities before? But why have I lost this ability now? All of them, the game participants,
It’s so strange, I feel like I’m out of place with Li Guoer.”
Han Fei's mind was still confused, and he needed to think about simple questions for a long time.
Before he got the answer, Qianye and Ah Chong had already opened the door to the seventh floor.
A huge cat-skin doll fell out from behind the door. The doll was as big as a five- or six-year-old child, but it was wrapped in cat skin. It looked weird and scary.
"Is this a cat?" Ah Chong hid behind Qianye, his body almost shrinking in Qianye's shadow.
"Look at how cowardly you are, I really don't know why Qiangwei and F are so optimistic about you." Qianye flicked the cigarette butt at the cat-skin puppet. He was about to walk into the house when the puppet covered in cat-skin suddenly
It seemed to have come to life, and like a child, it quickly climbed into the house using its hands and feet.
"Alive?" The players were all shocked. All the "living creatures" in this building were deformed.
"Cats are used instead of children in the ledger. That's what cats might look like in the eyes of ghosts." Ah Chong clutched Qianye's floral shirt tightly: "What an outrageous community. Are all the people living here crazy? "
Downstairs, Han Fei and F sneezed at the same time, but neither of them took it to heart.
"There is more than one monster, please help me look behind me." Qianye was worried about the safety of the sentry and decisively entered the house.
A strong stench hit his nostrils. He looked in both directions but could not find the source of the stench.
Taking another step forward, the cat-skin doll that had just escaped sneaked its head out of the bedroom. It lay on the ground in horror, its body trembling constantly.
"Are you afraid of me? Are you actually afraid of a gentle man with eight points of charm?" The smell at the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger, and Qianye slowly realized something was wrong. He found that the eyes of the cat-skin doll were secretly speaking. Look up.
"The stench seemed to be coming from above my head." Qianye raised his head and saw a fat man lying on the ceiling at the entrance to the room.
His fingers were deformed like syringes, and tentacles like restraints sprouted from his back. His whole body exuded a barbaric and stench, and yellow-brown saliva was constantly dripping from his open mouth.
"WTF?" Qianye was tall and handsome, and his face was very close to the man's face.
After the two parties briefly observed each other, a tentacle that looked like a restraint pierced Qianye's face, seemingly preparing to penetrate his eye sockets.
"Get out of the way!"
Dodging to one side, Qianye reacted very quickly. While avoiding the tentacle, he shouted behind him to remind his companions: "It's on the ceiling!"
Before he finished speaking, the man fell from the ceiling, his fingers deformed into syringes and stabbed Qianye's body.
Qianye was so frightened that he rolled on the ground and quickly evaded: "F! Do it!"
F, who was waiting for an opportunity, slashed the monster's neck with his knife before the monster stood up.
When he used the black knife, Han Fei's heart seemed to be suddenly pricked by a needle, and he seemed to hear the cry from the black knife.
To be precise, when F swung the knife, there were many people screaming and resisting in the handle of the black knife.
"F mainly uses the blade to kill, but I seem to be different..." Han Fei fell into confusion again: "How can you kill without a blade and only a handle?"
The black knife's chopping effect far exceeded everyone's expectations. The blade cut across the monster's neck, leaving a finger-width wound on the monster's neck that could not be healed at all.
The monster, which was almost decapitated, crashed into the kitchen door next to it and escaped through the open window.
F didn't seem to expect that the black knife was so powerful. His eyes slowly narrowed: "Same starting point, this time I should get a hundred points first, right?"
"If you move any slower, he will kill me. That thing looks so disgusting." Qianye got up from the ground, fumbled in his pocket for a long time, then took out a comb and combed his hair.
"The woman is the adoptive mother, and this man is probably the ghost's adoptive father. The tentacles represent ropes and restraints, and the syringe on the fingertips should represent forced injection." F wiped the black knife, and there was not a drop of blood on the blade. The things seemed to have been eaten by the black knife: "How can the alienated goodness become so terrifying? Human nature is really unpredictable."