"The 90th story of the blue and white cram school. In fact, I should have noticed earlier that the most dangerous butterflies live in the garden that was initially neglected. Blue represents melancholy and sad dreams, and white represents the children's clean hearts.
, butterflies are flying in the sea of blue and white flowers."
"Weird things often happen in this cram school. It is said that the old building where it is located was once a shady clinic, advertising painless abortions and making shady money."
"Later, a girl's information was leaked. The girl jumped from the roof wearing a blue coat, like a moth flying toward the flames of hell."
"Not long after, the clinic owner's wife passed away mysteriously, and more and more horrible and weird things began to happen in the clinic."
"The clinic owner who was lucky enough to survive invited many great immortals and alchemists to come and see him. Finally, someone came up with a way for him to open a kindergarten here. The female ghost likes children, so that he can take advantage of the children's magical properties.
I hope you can use your life to appease the female ghost."
"According to my own investigation, the real purpose of the kindergarten built by the other party may be more sinister. Many babies were aborted in the clinic, and the resentment persisted. He wanted those resentful babies to get into the children's bodies and follow them home.
This will alleviate the boss’s own sins.”
"The boss was running around to prepare for the opening of the kindergarten, but he suddenly disappeared before the day came."
"Some people say that he was killed by a female ghost and died without a burial place. Some people say that he fled to other cities. Some people say that he was turned into a half-human, half-ghost corpse by the immortal, and his end was very miserable."
"After a few years of going around and around, this place eventually became a cram school. Because the yard attached to the building was filled with blue and white flowers, it was also called the blue and white cram school."
Closing the script, Han Fei went through all the information in his mind: "There is a sentence at the beginning of the script that I should have noticed. Judging from this sentence, it seems that all the stories are recorded in a certain fixed order.
?Is this the order in which I explore each horror scene, or the order in which I...die?"
"Ahem, can you stop sounding so scary?" Xiao Jia scratched his wig and wore it as his last dignity when going out: "Can you please explain to me what our situation is now?"
"Is it difficult to understand?" Han Fei put away the script: "The body we are looking for was eaten by wild beasts. Next we have to enter this building to see how the driver performed the resurrection ceremony. I have an intuition,
That so-called resurrection ceremony is very important to me."
Xiao Jia sighed softly. He had no idea what Han Fei was talking about.
"We're here, get ready to get out of the car!" Li Guoer quickly and resolutely parked the vehicle, grabbed a knife in one hand and a bag in the other, and got out of the car.
"Do you choose to stay in the car, or go in with us?" Han Fei turned and glanced at Xiao Jia: "Nine people have died in this car, and they may appear at any time."
"Good guy, this is the first time I've seen a multiple-choice question with notes." Xiao Jia didn't dare to stay in the car at all, and followed Li Guoer closely.
Han Fei took all the information the driver put in the car with him. He picked up his bag and was the last one to leave the taxi.
"I'm going to help you take a look. I hope you can give each other a chance to trust each other."
There were still "ghosts" trapped in the taxi, and Han Fei decided to use them as an experiment to see if the "ghosts" could be his helpers.
Han Fei, wearing "accompanying" hidden in his sleeves and wearing a black suit, walked to the front of the line.
The blue and white cram school is located at the end of the street. It is a place where yin energy accumulates. The entire building's exterior was burned black. It can be seen that the fire spread very quickly, and the people inside the building had no time to escape.
"This seems to be a deliberate arson. There are many fire points."
"The newspaper said that the murderer has not been caught yet. They suspect that some children did it, which means that the arsonist has been buried in the sea of fire." Li Guoer removed the solidified blood residue from his hair: "Now it has been
After zero o'clock, the power of 'ghosts' continues to strengthen, it is best not to go in depth and just check briefly."
"Okay, I will make a judgment based on the situation on site." Han Fei nodded slightly.
"Hey! What do I need to do?" Xiao Jia grabbed a wooden stick and asked nervously.
"Just don't die."
Han Fei took out the driver's cell phone, compared it with the location of the resurrection ceremony, climbed over the security fence, and entered the building through the first-floor window.
"Number zero..."
The moment Han Fei stepped into the building, the cold voice sounded in his mind again. Each time this voice sounded, it was clearer than the last time. If this continues, it won't be long before he can hear the other person's complete words.
Already.
The ground was scorched black, the fire burned everything, and even though a long time had passed, the smell of burned things still lingered in the air.
"Oh my God, this is too tragic!" Xiao Jia saw the dark desk and bench. It was once filled with children's laughter and the sound of reading, but now only the embers of destruction were left.
"Quiet."
Han Fei stood in the burned corridor. His heartbeat was slowly getting faster. The twenty-two names seemed to be embedded in his heart, giving him a cold aura.
"I had a premonition of death, right in this building."
Almost as soon as Han Fei finished speaking, Li Guoer heard a strange noise coming from behind. She immediately turned her head and vaguely saw a blackened man running silently into the corner of the corridor.
Taking a deep breath, Li Guoer adjusted her glasses: "There may be more than one 'ghost' in this place. Our current experience and strength may not be enough to enter a certain building to catch the 'ghost'. I suggest you exit first.
Come back tomorrow."
Calm and calm, Li Guoer has thought carefully about every word he speaks, all for the sake of this team.
"The driver's body has been stolen. The people behind the scenes will soon notice it. Then the resurrection ceremony in the building will probably be destroyed. This is our last chance." Han Fei strode forward, thinking in his heart
Feeling death, he was actually more afraid than anyone else, but he couldn't stop.
Walking up the blackened stairs to the fourth floor, Han Fei passed by the burned doors and stopped outside the last classroom.
The door of this classroom is still in good condition. The door panel has been cleaned and black curses are painted on it.
"Do you understand this?" Han Fei turned to look at Li Guoer and Xiao Jia, both of whom shook their heads: "It seems we need to trick someone knowledgeable to join."
"I'm still here. Besides, I'm not ready to join." Xiao Jia's words were ignored by Han Fei, or Han Fei didn't have the energy to consider Xiao Jia's feelings. He reached out and pushed the classroom door.
The fire destroyed many things in the building, but the lock on the door was not broken. Han Fei pushed hard and the door did not open, but a piece of yellow cloth fell from the door.
Picking up the yellow cloth, there are various curse words written on it, saying that as long as you open the door, you will encounter misfortune, release evil spirits, and be contaminated with bad luck.
"According to the plots in most horror movies, as long as we go home honestly at this time, it should be fine." Xiao Jia suggested.
"It's all in horror movies." Han Fei aimed at the door lock and kicked it open.
As the classroom door stained with spells was opened, Han Fei's heartbeat accelerated again. All the blood in his body seemed to be fused with the twenty-two names on his heart. His body temperature continued to drop, and his eyes became colder.
Looking inside the classroom, Han Fei's pupils narrowed slightly, while Li Guoer and Xiao Jia who were following him took a deep breath.
The flames scorched the classroom, turning the neat walls and floor into a disfigured face. In the center of the broken floor tiles and blackened ashes, a large number of desks and chairs were stacked together.
The incomplete tables and chairs were tied with thin red ropes to form a whole, and a boy's body was hidden among all the tables and chairs.
It was face down, with its back to the sky, and its limbs were stuck in the middle of the desk and bench. The body did not touch the ground, nor did it touch the red ropes.
"There seems to be a saying in the past that if you want to resurrect the dead, you must not let the coffin fall to the ground, otherwise the corpse will transform." After Xiao Jia finished speaking, he added: "I forgot which movie it was in.
Look inside."
"Pay attention to that boy. The newspaper said that the driver's child died in the fire, and his body was charred, but this boy's skin is normal! He shouldn't be the driver's son." Li Guoer also entered the classroom.
"Xiao Guo, you are so brave, I dare not even look at its body." Xiao Jia responded timidly, but no one paid him any attention.
"Not necessarily." Han Fei took a few steps forward. He squatted down and looked at it from a different angle: "The boy's face, chest and abdomen were all burned. Only the skin on his back was repaired. But I didn't see it.
The stitching marks should not be skin grafting. Did he use some method to make the corpse grow new skin?"
"What should we do now? Should we destroy the tables, chairs and red ropes and kill the mutated corpse inside?" After Li Guoer finished speaking, he took out a sharp knife: "It should be able to be exchanged for a lot of points."
A former colleague, a goddess in his mind, now takes a knife and wants to do some very scary things when he disagrees with her. Xiao Jia feels very strange now.
"Don't worry, this resurrection ceremony is interesting." Han Fei stretched out his arm, the dense wounds on it had not yet healed: "Can a person really be resurrected after death?"
He read through the conversation between the black avatar and the driver. The mysterious man taught the driver nine rituals to resurrect the dead. These nine methods will without exception create more murders. It is not so much resurrection as a ritual.
A life for a life.
In order to bring his child back to life, the driver listened to the mysterious man's words, killed nine people, and turned himself into a puppet controlled by evil. But even so, he still failed, and his child's body only grew some new ones.
Skin.
"Even if this corpse opens its eyes again, the person living in the corpse may not be his son."
Han Fei asked Li Guoer and Xiao Jia to take pictures of the incantations in the classroom with their mobile phones. Based on the conversation between the driver and the mysterious man, Han Fei found some special items for resurrection, such as dip dye, in the four corners of the classroom and the four directions of east, west, north and south.
The special sand that contains the heart's blood, the sacrifices of three animals born in the Yin hour, the jade bottle filled with smelly black liquid, the birth date of the deceased written on it, the mirror the deceased looked in before his death, etc.
"Han Fei, the filming of the spell has been completed, let's leave as soon as possible." Xiao Jia urged again, he was really scared.
"No, how can you just throw away the points you got?" Li Guoer looked at the boy's body in the middle of the table and chairs: "Kill him completely."
"Don't worry, don't forget the main purpose of our coming here." Han Fei wanted to help the souls in the taxi avenge themselves, free them, and truly get a hearse of his own.
In this extremely dangerous night, it is very important to have a vehicle that can travel through the city.
After handing the collected props to Xiao Jia, Han Fei walked to the middle of the pile of tables and chairs. He squatted on the ground and looked at the corpse inside.
The boy is fixed in the air, with nine color photos of living people placed under his body. Each photo has an item belonging to the deceased, such as a key chain, nail clippers, lipstick, etc.
If you look carefully, you can also find that the faces in the photos are all covered by incense ash, and the relics belonging to the deceased are wrapped with black hair and connected with the boy's body.
"it's wired."
The corners of his eyes were moist. Han Fei seemed to have triggered one of his talents. He noticed that the people in the photo were moving. Those living people covered in corpses were waving to him, as if they wanted Han Fei to rescue them.
Bending down, Han Fei took off his clown mask. He bit his companion and found a barely accessible gap among the pile of tables and chairs.
"Han Fei? What do you want to do? Don't be impulsive!"
"You two, pay attention to your surroundings. I'll go in and take a look."
Han Fei's control of his body had become instinctive. He climbed into the pile of tables and chairs without even touching the red line.
His heart was pounding. The more he crawled inside, the more frightened Han Fei became. He also slowly smelled a pungent stench.
Black liquid was constantly dripping from the boy's body. The unknown substance like corpse oil soaked into the photos on the ground, and a very strange spell flowed out.
"It seems like someone is coming in the corridor!"
"Han Fei! Something is approaching!"
His teammates reminded him that Han Fei had reached the most critical moment. He crawled under the boy's body and could reach out and touch the photos of those who were killed in vain.
His heartbeat was abnormally fast. Han Fei gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand towards the photo.
His fingertips touched the photo, but just when Han Fei was about to retract his arm, a strong stench hit his nostrils!
He looked up and saw the boy who had been dead for a long time looking at him.
The burned face had no facial features, leaving only a few bloody holes.
His body's instinct was triggered, and Han Fei reacted at that moment. While slashing at the boy's body with his knife, he grabbed the photo on the ground.
The red rope was pulled, the charred tables and chairs all began to tremble, and the body stuck in the middle seemed to move.
