F was very satisfied with the black knife. He seemed to be feeding the black knife deliberately, hoping that the black knife could eat more things and transform into a more terrifying form.
Whenever F swung the knife, Han Fei could hear the wailing in the handle of the knife. He wanted to snatch the knife away, but he couldn't find a reason to do so.
"The ghost will act when it kills people. If you want to chop it down, I'm afraid you need one person as a bait." Qianye, who was almost killed just now, turned around and looked at Li Guoer and Han Fei: "You two too
Don't say that we bully you. In fact, we also understand your little thoughts. We just want to use our strength to help you get rid of the "ghosts". We are all participants in the game, so I will just open the skylight and speak out. You
Don't think about getting something for nothing, I want you to send one person to walk in front with me as a bait."
Although Qianye looks a bit rogue, he is actually very shrewd. The fact that he can take charge of a team of six on his own proves his ability.
"Ghosts" may appear at any time, and those who are at the front exploring the path are most likely to be attacked.
Li Guoer didn't wait for Han Fei to speak and walked over: "I'll be with you."
Those players were a little surprised. They thought Han Fei would take the lead.
"Are you sure?" Qianye looked away from Li Guoer and looked at Han Fei: "Do you agree?"
"Stop talking nonsense and end the exploration as soon as possible. No matter whether we successfully catch the ghost or not, we have to leave before midnight." Li Guo'er looked through Han Fei's scripts: "Ghosts are weakest during the day, but they are also the most difficult.
You see, they will appear after nightfall, and their strength will slowly recover. After zero o'clock, they will enter the most terrifying state."
"How do you know this?"
"Believe it or not." After Li Guoer said that, she walked upstairs. She was more panicked than anyone else. The "ghost" was targeting her. If she didn't find a way to kill the ghost, she would have trouble sleeping and eating.
"This is obviously a ghost-catching game, but the actual playing is completely the opposite." Ah Chong quietly stepped back, but was pushed forward by F: "Why do you always target me? Apart from the fact that I can sense supernatural beings, I have nothing else.
Able!"
After seeing the monster just now, Ah Chong finally broke out.
"Your talent is more powerful and perfect than you think. I'm helping you stimulate it." F's voice is emotionless, making it difficult for people to refute it after hearing it.
"Do you know my talent?" Ah Chong was dubious, but finally followed Li Guoer silently.
As time goes by, the sky outside the window becomes darker and darker. At first glance, the entire community seems to be painted red.
Various strange noises began to appear in the community, and there seemed to be something special in the apartment buildings.
The number of missing person notices on the walls of the corridor gradually increased, and various debris began to appear on the steps, including some fine soil mixed with yellow paper.
"I have a very bad feeling." Ah Chong's pace became slower and slower. If he hadn't been pushed by someone, he wouldn't have moved forward at all: "There should be more than one dirty thing upstairs. I can sense that from them
The aura of death emanating from the body!”
Warnings were issued continuously, but no one stopped. The players gathered the most elite team. They must successfully catch the ghost tonight.
Faced with F's urging from Heidao and Qianye, Ah Chong just had to bite the bullet and come to the eighth floor.
Going up from here, the appearance of the floors has begun to change. All the missing persons notices on the walls seem to have just been posted. The faces of the children have not been gouged out, but replaced with the way they looked when they died.
To be honest, this kind of missing person notice is more terrifying than the previous one. Walking in the dark corridor, it feels like being watched by a group of dead children.
In addition to the missing person notices, advertisements for the park have also begun to appear on the walls. The park leaflets with photos of Ferris wheels, roller coasters, etc. are in sharp contrast to the missing person notices. Those poor children may only be able to approach the park in this way.
Already.
"Catching ghosts is a game in the park, and there are also advertisements for the park here. Could it be that the park is responsible for all the ghosts?" Li Guoer frowned slightly: "If they are really hurting those children, then what is the meaning of the park doing this?
What?"
No one answered Li Guoer. Qianye, who was walking in the front, had already opened the door of the tenant on the eighth floor.
There was no light in the narrow room, and all the windows were boarded up.
When I entered the house and took a look, I found that there was a place for developing photos, and there were flowerpots stacked up in the darkrooms.
Most of the flower pots were broken, some were filled with soil, and some were filled with toys.
Qianye tore off the photos on the wall and took them in his hands to look at them. All those photos were of flower pots.
"What's so good about taking pictures of flowerpots? There isn't even a flower in them."
"Is there a possibility that the flowers in these flower pots are not flowers, but children?" Han Fei slowly walked to the center of the team. The closer he got to the top floor, the harder his heart beat.
"Yes, there is a similar short song written on the back of the account book. The flowerpots represent the place where children are imprisoned, and the flowers should represent the children." F had the same idea as Han Fei. He picked up the flowerpots and looked at them, and found that many of them had flowers underneath.
Write a person's name: "These flower pots are different sizes, but they have the same name written on them. The flower pots are still there, but the things growing in the flower pots are gone."
As the exploration deepened, F heard sobs in his ears. He held a black knife and pushed open the door of the innermost dark room, and the cries in his ears became clearer.
"What is this?"
There was a flower pot the size of a water tank placed in the corner of the dark room, and inside the pot sat a child that was so obese that it was deformed. It seemed that it had never seen the sun, and its skin looked as if it had been bleached.
The fat boy has his back to the players, his body seems to be stuck in a tank, and he is crying quietly alone.
His shoulders were hunched, and the boy's skin seemed to be covered with water, and his whole body was trembling.
F stared at the boy for a long time, then took out the black knife: "Finally I met someone who can't run. I wonder if killing it can increase the points."
"Are you sure you want to go there?" Ah Chong shrank back first: "I mean, maybe we can find a more peaceful way to solve the problem? After all, the big kid in the flower pot doesn't seem to have any intention of attacking us.
."
"By the time it has this idea, it will be too late." F's eyes under the mask were a little cold: "Ghosts shouldn't exist."
The boy couldn't move, and there was no need for a living person to act as bait this time. F moved forward alone.
"The soul is shattered, and that is the real relief for me." F raised the black knife, and countless people were shouting in the handle, but they could not stop F at all.
The boy stuck in the flower pot also realized that the danger was approaching. He turned his head desperately, revealing a face that was disproportionate to his body. His body continued to grow, but his face remained the same as when he was abducted.
The blade fell, and the boy was so frightened that he cried loudly, and his tears fell into the flower pot, as if they contained the seeds of sadness and despair, which quickly took root and sprouted in the soil.
But before the things in the soil could grow out, the black blade had already landed on the boy's head.
"Boom!"
Blades clash!
F's black knife was blocked by another knife. His pupils narrowed and he stared at the man in front of him.
Han Fei, wearing a black suit and a white smiling face mask, stood in front of the flowerpot, holding the knife called companionship.
"You have also read the account book yourself and you know that there are abducted children growing in the flower pots. Even if this guy is a ghost, he is still a poor kidnapped ghost." Han Fei silently put away the knife: "You can kill that couple. But this kid doesn’t suggest you kill him.”
Han Fei and F are tit for tat, and their attitudes towards ghosts are not exactly the same.
One wants to kill them all, and the other wants to kill those who deserve to be killed.
"Ghosts can be converted into points. You should know this account better than me." F's voice became gloomy: "Get out of the way."
"We brought you here, and the ghosts inside should be given to me. The couple will be given to you, and the child will be mine." Han Fei had no intention of conflicting with the other party, so he proposed a compromise.
"You want to protect it, but it may not be willing to accept your kindness." F sneered and put away the knife and retreated.
When Han Fei saw F's sudden change in attitude, he immediately realized something and dodged to the side without any hesitation.
The boy's tears that fell into the soil grew black thorns, and those black thorns were hung with poisonous spikes. The deformed and obese boy refused anyone to come close, and those poisonous spikes were his protection.
"So psychological counseling for abducted children is also very important. If you don't have the courage to break through the thorns around them, then don't say anything about saving them." F looked at Han Fei who fell to the ground: "They stay still. In the dark room, they have become monsters. Even if a beam of light occasionally comes in, they will only feel dazzling."
More and more thorns began to grow in the flowerpot, but most of those thorns were wrapped around the boy, with no intention of harming anyone else.
F also saw this, but he still didn't want to stop. The boy planted in the flower pot was just right for him to do some tests.
"Don't block the road." He turned a deaf ear to the boy's cries and moved forward with the knife.
"It's understandable that children are afraid of the dark. The real tragedy in life is that adults are afraid of the light." After realizing that the boy only knew how to protect himself and cry, Han Fei once again stood between the boy and F: "I forgot who said this. , but I think it makes sense.”
"Many people live in confusion because they listened to too many truths." F grasped the black knife tightly. Seeing that Han Fei refused to let go, he turned around and walked out of the room after a moment of confrontation.
Being trapped in the ghost building, there can no longer be conflicts among the players. F's actions do not mean that he agrees with Han Fei, he is just looking out for the overall situation.
After F left, Han Fei also put away the knife. He looked back at the fat kid.
It is very strange that Han Fei, who was extremely frightened at home, actually faced such a deformed monster, he was no longer afraid and felt very calm inside.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you find your parents. All I can do is prevent them from hurting you for the time being."
Han Fei didn't expect anything in return and was about to leave after saying that, but the boy trapped in the thorns was crying too sadly.
Han Fei, who had no memory and didn't know how to coax children, reached into his pocket and took out a balloon, which was the only toy he had at hand.
Try to blow up the balloon, and an adult's head will appear.
Looking at the face that gradually enlarged, the boy cried even more miserably. He acted very scared, and more and more thorns began to appear in the flower pot.
"I'm sorry, I thought you would like this." Han Fei was at a loss and quickly threw away the face balloon. The face happened to hit the thorns around the boy and was instantly punctured.
Finding the fearful face shattered and exploding in front of him, the boy's attention was drawn and his crying became much quieter.
"Your kid's hobby is a bit special?" Most of the balloons were in F's hand. Seeing the boy stop crying, Han Fei squeezed out a smile on his face hidden under the mask: "If I can survive tonight, I will
Pop all the balloons in front of you."
The boy didn't know whether he understood it or not. Anyway, when Han Fei got closer, the thorns around him receded a little.
"I seem to be quite popular with children, and Li Guoer and the women in the paradise also think I'm pretty good." Han Fei heard what Qianye said before: "These game participants seem to regard charm as an attribute that can be quantified.
If that man dressed like a turkey has eight points of charm, how high will my charm be?"
Subconsciously, Han Fei felt that charm should also be one of his weapons.
Leaving the eighth floor, a group of people came to the ninth floor.
There were more and more flower pots placed in the corridor, and the doors and corridors were covered with thorns. At first, everyone could barely move forward, but by the time they reached the middle of the ninth and tenth floors, the corridors were completely blocked by black thorns.
die.
"These things seem to be children's tears. Their backs and pain have grown thorns in the flower pots." Han Fei patiently explained, but no one listened. F even moved forward with a knife and cut away the thorns blocking the road.
Cut open.
The black knife that had been able to chop monsters easily before seemed to struggle when chopping thorns. The knife didn't seem to like chopping innocent things.
Opening the way little by little, F finally led all the players to the tenth floor.
The missing person notice on the wall has been completely covered by the park advertisement. In the most eye-catching place above their heads, two sentences are written in red paint: Welcome to my home! Welcome to my little paradise!
The words written in paint were similar to the words in the clown mask. At this time, No. 11 seemed to have gone completely crazy.
"The tenth floor always feels like the most critical floor." Han Fei vaguely thought of something. The experience of No. 11 seemed to be a deliberate reminder to him: "I seem to have met a very important person on the tenth floor.
, it was him who changed me. He gave me everything he had lost."
A flash of light flashed through his mind. Han Fei pressed his head tightly. He scanned all the players and finally looked at F, who was wearing a mask and holding a black knife: "Is that person also on the tenth floor? I forgot.