For the first time since he opened his eyes in the hospital, Han Fei felt joy in his heart.
Even he himself didn't know why, but after seeing the change in the face of the deceased in the taxi, he felt a sense of calm and security.
"Did I engage in some special occupation before?"
"You do look in good shape. I don't think it's impossible. Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"
Han Fei and Xiao Jia looked at each other: "Is it possible that I'm better at appeasing the souls of the dead and saving the dead?"
"That's quite special." Xiao Jia touched his sparse hair, said nothing, and carefully held the props for the resurrection ceremony.
Turning around, Han Fei looked towards the back of the car. After the boy's body was pushed away, it knocked over the garbage pile on the roadside. The blood and corpse oil on his body spattered everywhere, but it didn't take long for him to climb up again.
He got up and chased the taxi like a tireless machine.
"Still chasing?"
The boy's body was engraved with dense curses, and the resentment was absorbed by the curses, penetrating through the blackened dead skin like black blood vessels, giving him abilities far beyond those of ordinary "ghosts".
Looking further away, Han Fei looked at the building again. The sea of blue and white flowers stirred up waves in the wind, and a woman in a blue skirt stood in the window that had been burned by the fire.
The blood butterflies on her skirt seemed to have come to life, flying around her.
"There are some strange symbols written on the bodies of the woman in the blue dress and the boy. Is their appearance like this related to those spells?" The blue and white cram school building is not a place where Han Fei can set foot now. The lucky escape just now has been very difficult.
It's not easy anymore.
"How did I fight against 'ghosts' before I lost my memory? How could I be the opponent of these resentments based on my own strength alone?"
Han Fei was holding the knife called companionship. The blade echoed the name on his heart, as if this knife was prepared by the clown for him.
"This is the clown's knife, not my own. It's strange. After I met F, I could always hear the black knife in his hand calling me, as if the knife in his hand was my knife.
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His fingers clenched unconsciously, and a desire emerged deep in Han Fei's heart. He wanted to take away F's knife.
"Besides the knife, I seem to have lost a lot of important things!" Han Fei pressed his temple, trying to tear through the black cloth that obscured his memory.
There was a noise from the backpack, and Han Fei felt something brush against his arm. He looked down and saw the scarred cat crawling out of the backpack.
It was placed in Han Fei's arms very spiritually, and its eyes were looking straight at Han Fei, as if it was confirming something.
"What do you want to do, you stupid cat? You didn't pee in my backpack, right?" Han Fei frowned. When he looked at the cat, he discovered something surprising.
This cat's eyes are different from cat eyes, but are very similar to human eyes. It feels like this cat is forcibly pieced together with an animal body and a human body, with a large number of stitching marks hidden under the skin.
The ugly cat first looked at Han Fei, and then looked at the top of the taxi. It seemed that it could also see human faces and dead souls on the roof.
The cat's eyes slowly moved. It seemed that the cat finally confirmed that the person in front of him was its owner until Han Fei helped the ghost. A smile appeared on its ugly face.
The cat was laughing, and Han Fei and Xiao Jia were stunned by this scene.
"Brother, did your cat laugh just now?"
"I don't know, I haven't even laughed yet."
Han Fei had no memory of the cat. He just thought it was going to die and casually rescued it.
Unintentional acts of kindness seem to be a true reflection of Han Fei, and he himself is not aware of them.
The cat that was staring at Han Fei rubbed Han Fei affectionately, but within a few seconds, the cat's body suddenly twitched violently, and it kept retching, as if it wanted to vomit something.
"Are you sick? Did you eat something randomly in that building?" Han Fei was just about to help the cat when he saw the cat spit out a small piece of red paper from its mouth.
I don’t know what kind of material the paper is made of. It looks similar to ordinary paper, but it cannot be torn into pieces, and it still exudes a strong smell of blood.
"There is an eye painted on the paper. Is this torn from a portrait painting?" Xiao Jia looked over and said, "The painting is quite good. These eyes are so beautiful."
"No, this is not a painting." When Han Fei's hand touched the red paper fragment, his heart felt as if he had been stabbed by a needle. He suddenly felt pain and blurted out: "These are the eyes of the paper man!"
After saying these words, Han Fei's heart felt more and more painful. It seemed that something bad had happened before. Even though his brain had lost its memory, his body still remembered the pain.
"She's dead?"
"who?"
"I don't know..." Han Fei held the blood-red paper man's eyes. There was some wonderful connection between his body and the paper man, as if their blood and emotions were connected: "It seems that there is a person who cares about me very much."
Important person."
Looking into the paper man's eyes, Han Fei's face was reflected in them. After looking at it for a while, he realized that he was clearly wearing a white clown mask, but his true face was still reflected in the paper man's eyes.
"Who are you?"
Han Fei gently touched the paper man's blood-red eyes, and at that moment he seemed to feel the hidden locations of other body parts of the paper man.
"This piece of paper man and I seem to be connected by blood. I have to piece it together completely!"
Putting the bloody paper figurine fragment in his pocket near his heart, Han Fei touched the cat's head: "Why did you give me the piece of paper at this time? Didn't you acknowledge me before?"
To Han Fei's expectation, the scarred cat nodded slightly, as if it could understand some of Han Fei's simple words.
"You only fully recognized me when I reconciled with the dead man in the taxi. Is this the standard by which I will be judged? The real me is willing to communicate with ghosts, but the fake me will kill ghosts indiscriminately.
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The cat didn't respond anymore, it seemed to be very tired.
"The clown left a knife for me, showed me happiness, and gave me the ability to kill ghosts. Then the cat saw that I had the ability to kill ghosts, and chose to reconcile with the 'ghost', and then it was relieved to swallow the knife.
The fragments spit out and gave me the eyes that were full of me; one link connected to another, it seemed exquisite, but in fact, if I made a wrong choice, all my fate would be overturned."
"If I didn't escape from that room successfully, if I didn't dare to go underground to check because of fear, if I didn't save the cat, if I didn't save Li Guoer, if I died in the blue and white cram school..."
To achieve everything Han Fei has accomplished now, he not only needs strong physical and mental qualities, but also rationality, calmness, kindness, and the ability to maintain a sunny heart even after seeing darkness.
"What kind of person you become is not determined by birth, but depends on the choices you make again and again. I seem to firmly believe that even if I have to do it over countless times, I will make the same choice."
Han Fei put his hand on his chest and put his suit on to caress the shredded paper: "A person whose name I have forgotten can actually bring me such pain."
"Han Fei! You can't get rid of that kid! We can't go back if it's chasing us like this. It will probably chase us directly home!" Li Guoer was very good at driving, but still couldn't get rid of the boy's body.
Han Fei looked back and saw that the boy's legs and hands had almost been worn away, replaced by black mist. The curses on his body were crawling like insects, his face was completely distorted, and the speed was getting faster and faster!
"This guy is so difficult to deal with." Xiao Jia's face turned pale: "You can never come back to my house now!"
"It seems we have to find a way to kill him." Han Fei took out the ritual props from his bag, trying to find a way to fight the imp.
Based on the information sent by the mysterious man to the driver, Han Fei had an unexpected gain.
"Once the ritual starts, it cannot be stopped. Among the nine rituals, if the first resurrection ritual is ineffective for the deceased, then the next ritual must be held before the body rots, until the final ritual is successful."
"During the ceremony, if the corpse moves or undergoes other changes, point the mirror that the deceased looked at during his lifetime at his face. The spell on the mirror will have an impact on him."
"After all nine rituals have been performed, regardless of whether they were successful or not, the photos of the living sacrifices must be destroyed, otherwise they may be counterattacked by the dead."
The stranger only taught the driver how to perform the ritual, but did not tell him how to deal with the transformed boy. The other party's purpose seemed to be to create monsters from the beginning.
"This mirror seems to work."
Han Fei first took the mirror in his hand, and there was a vague silhouette of a child in the mirror. He looked very similar to the boy's corpse, but he looked timid and cowardly, and he was completely unable to distinguish him from the crazy monster behind the car.
connect together.
This small mirror also has the boy's birth date and various strange words written on it, which makes me feel horrified no matter how I look at it.
"The boy's corpse has eaten away the vitality and most of the souls of the nine dead people. If I can control him, can the nine dead people absorb their souls and resentment?"
Han Fei looked at the taxi: "I arranged the ritual in the taxi according to the placement of the objects in the classroom, and then introduced the boy's body into the car. Maybe I could trap him."
"It's easy for you to say, that guy has been chasing us and wants to trap him in the taxi, unless someone dares to enter the car as a bait." Xiao Jia shook his head: "The risk is too great."
"It doesn't matter, I can try." Han Fei said his plan: "You will slow down the speed in a while, I will go down and hold the little boy, you take the time to place the items needed for the ceremony, and then you evacuate as soon as possible, I
I will find a way to introduce it into the car."
When Han Fei was saying this, he kept looking at the faces on the roof of the car. Not only did the people who died in vain showed no anger, but they felt eager to try. They also wanted to become whole again.
"How can the ritual be so easy to restore? We can't restore just the incantations that filled the classroom." Xiao Jia felt that Han Fei was fanciful: "Why don't we just throw those things away? Or we just throw the car away.
Drive to Xiacheng District? There are more gangsters there, maybe they can help us divert the corpse's hatred."
"It doesn't matter, I have memorized most of the curse patterns." Han Fei took out the pen from his backpack, and then, under the shocked eyes of Xiao Jia and Li Guoer, he began to draw the spells in his memory on the inner wall of the taxi.
Above: "I don't know what the specific meanings of these things are, so I can only copy them one by one. Fortunately, my memory is pretty good."
In order to buy enough time for Han Fei, Li Guoer showed off her driving skills and kept a distance from the boy's body.
The two of them cooperated so well that there was no need to say anything, but Xiao Jia seemed to be a little in the way at this moment.
After driving around the city for an hour, the streets shrouded in darkness seemed like an endless maze. No matter how hard I drove, I couldn't get out of the city.
"Isn't the painting finished yet?" Li Guoer was very nervous. After turning an intersection, she suddenly saw a bus coming towards her!
Turning the steering wheel fiercely, Li Guoer tried her best to steady the car. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have crashed into the bus just now.
"Can you drive?" Li Guoer swore. She looked at the bus. The dilapidated vehicle was slowly driving on the road like a ghost ship. Everyone in the bus, including the driver, had their heads lowered.
: "Can an accident happen if you drive a hearse?"
The bus slowly stopped at a nearby platform. The taxi driven by Li Guoer just lost control and its speed had also slowed down.
"I've almost finished the painting, let's start taking action now!" Han Fei took the mirror with him, and then pushed the other things used in the ceremony to Xiao Jia: "Remember the placement!"
"You can't go wrong."
"If you make a mistake, I will die!" Han Fei wore a white mask and stared at Xiao Jia: "If I die, I will go to you to play games every night!"
"No, we are in trouble together after all." Xiao Jia was so frightened that he trembled.
"The child's body is approaching!" Li Guoer slowed down the car again, and Han Fei opened the car door and jumped out.
Seeing Han Fei appear, the boy whose limbs had completely turned into black mist rushed towards him with a strange scream. His speed was too fast.
"You two put your things down and leave quickly!" Han Fei shouted back, and then he rushed towards the bus without saying a word.
As early as when he was on the bus, Han Fei noticed that there was something wrong with the bus. He couldn't buy enough time on his own, so his goal from the beginning was to use the bus to delay it.
"I didn't feel scared after seeing the bus. The lack of fear means that I didn't foresee my death, that is, I won't die." Han Fei also trusted in his "special ability" and did not bother to clean up his image.
, protected the mirror, took the knife and rushed to the station.
The boy's body followed closely behind. Han Fei didn't dare to stop, so he ran onto the bus with a knife in his hand.
The temperature dropped sharply, and he seemed to have jumped into the freezer, and his brain suddenly woke up.
The driver and passengers slowly raised their heads and looked at Han Fei with pale faces.