Chapter 664 Back to the place where the memory started
The girl on the TV screen seems to be an extremely evil spirit. The aura exuding from her is completely different from that of a hanged ghost. Even the clown's childhood memory cannot compare with that kind of fear. Just being looked at by her makes my soul feel...
It was as if he was melted by her gaze.
Neither Han Fei nor the Hanged Man expected this scene that happened in the room on the fourth floor. Originally, Han Fei just felt that this room was familiar to him and wanted to come in and take a look. But who knew that there was such a terrifying ghost face hidden in the TV
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The face of the hanged man's head changed drastically outside the house. A faint black mist stretched into the house, and the hanged man holding Han Fei's hands retreated outward.
It wanted to leave, but Han Fei was too scared to stay here alone, so he hugged the hanging ghost's body with both hands.
The palm of his hand touched the soul and memory of the hanged ghost. This scene made Han Fei feel extremely familiar. He had done the same thing in this room before!
The blank mind stirred up waves, and a gap appeared again in the black curtain that covered the memory, and the gap continued to grow.
"I have done such a thing! I have survived until now! It means this is the right choice!"
With both hands and legs, Han Fei almost hung his body on the hanging ghost, and the head outside the ghost's door grinned anxiously.
To be honest, Han Fei was really scared now. The girl's ferocious and twisted face filled the screen, and the indescribable sense of oppression made him feel cold all over. Only by hugging another foreign ghost in the room could he feel a little safer.
"One of the scariest stories in the script happened in Xingfu Community. Did I meet the ghost called Yama with Eight Arms?"
The girl in red was playing with corpses in the dark room. She was so cruel that she used the corpses as puzzle pieces to play with. Such a ghost is definitely an evil ghost!
The more scared Han Fei felt, the harder he grabbed the hanged man. Now he no longer had to consider how to kill the hanged man, but how to keep himself alive.
"That girl's eyes were completely occupied by pathological murderous intent. I have never seen such crazy eyes."
Perverted murderers will reveal their true nature when committing crimes, but even when those perverts are at their craziest, their eyes are not as scary as those of girls with TV sets.
It's really unimaginable how a child at such a young age could have such shocking eyes. Han Fei didn't even dare to guess how many people she had killed.
The black-and-white TV screen began to flash, and the blood on the girl's face seemed to seep out of the glass screen, with strong murderous intent lingering on every drop of blood.
Three or four meters away, the girl looked at Han Fei like this. She seemed unable to get out of the TV. Han Fei also realized this.
But just when he breathed a sigh of relief, blood drops fell from the screen, and the cabinet where the TV was placed began to move slowly for no apparent reason.
In the dark living room, the TV playing the girl's grimace approached him, and the girl's face gradually became closer!
Goosebumps appeared on Han Fei's neck. He wanted to leave, but his body no longer obeyed his command and his legs were weak. Only the arm that touched the memory of the hanged man could still move.
"Why are you still standing there! Run away! Do you want to die with me?" Han Fei shouted at the hanged man. He hates iron for not becoming steel. If they stay in the room any longer, both "people" will be driven out of control by murderous intent.
Crush.
The hanged ghost's head left outside the house screamed, and a steady stream of black mist penetrated into the body. It wanted to pull out its body, and the ugly cat took the opportunity to retaliate and scratched his cheek.
The expressionless Hanged Man's face was covered with scars. He was already going crazy, and his white eyes were turning rapidly. He wanted to throw the ugly cat and Han Fei into the house immediately, so that the owner of the house could have both cats and dogs to calm down his anger.
"Quick!"
The TV was getting closer and closer, and the Hanged Man consumed a lot of black mist and struggled to drag his body.
"Quick!" Han Fei shouted loudly. When he and the Hanged Man moved backward, the TV cabinet almost moved in front of him.
"Did I kill you? Why are you looking at me like this?"
The crazy girl seemed to hear Han Fei's voice, and her lips moved slightly, as if she was saying something.
"Key?" Han Fei found that he was also involved in lip reading, but because the time was too short, he only saw that the girl mentioned the key.
"What key? The key to the house? She wants me to help find the key?"
Turning his body backward, before the TV touched Han Fei, the Hanged Man spent a lot of black mist to drag his body and Han Fei hanging on his body out of the room.
With their legs back to normal, Han Fei and the ugly cat took off with almost no hesitation, taking three steps and then two steps to run upstairs.
The hanged man, whose head and body were severely severed, fell to the fourth floor. It took him a long time to stand up again.
In order to take his body out of the room just now, the Hanged Man wasted too much black mist of resentment, and now he can't even heal the wounds on his face.
Holding his head straight with both hands, the Hanged Man found that Han Fei appeared in his obsession, and killing Han Fei had become his new obsession.
Dragging his toes on the ground, the man seemed to be bound by an invisible rope. He chased Han Fei as fast as he could.
"Did you find something?"
When he ran to the seventh floor, Han Fei didn't dare to speak too loudly for fear of attracting more bad things.
"found it!"
Xiao Jia broke open a floor tile in the corner and discovered a black jar buried deep in the toilet.
The bathroom is the most sinister place in the room, and this jar was specially placed in the innermost corner of the bathroom. The landlord's friend clearly wanted to kill him intentionally by doing this.
"Give me the stuff!"
Holding his companion in hand, Han Fei ran to Xiao Jia, who saw the problem at a glance.
There are two pieces of white paper pasted on the black jar, with a person's birthday and birth date written on the paper. What's more noteworthy is that the writing on the white paper is very similar to the writing on the mirror of the boy's body, and it should be written by the same person.
The terrifying sound of dislocated bones sounded at the door, and the hanged man had already entered the house.
Han Fei no longer hesitated, tore up the white paper and smashed the black altar.
Black water with a pungent rancid smell flowed out of the jar, and soaked in it was a school uniform with various obscenities written on it, as well as several color photos.
This scene appeared in the blue and white cram school, and the figures in the color photos were crying and waving.
However, Han Fei did not save the person in the photo like last time. He glanced at it as quickly as possible. Among the photos were ugly photos taken when students were bullying others unscrupulously, and photos secretly taken of the boss submitting documents.
, there are also group photos of colleagues chatting and laughing.
The photos were taken very well, and there was the Hanged Man himself in every photo, but he was always standing in the corner, lying on the ground, and was squeezed out.
"These things are your anger and hatred, and I'm here to help you destroy them."
Accompanying the piercing photo, he is extremely decisive, just like last time he went to save people without thinking.
The same photo, the same rescuer, but the endings of the portraits in the photo are completely different.
When he heard the miserable screams in the photo, Xiao Jia was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Han Fei to make such a choice.
Every time a photo is pierced, the thin black mist on the Hanged Man's body will disperse a little more, and he will become more and more crazy, attacking Han Fei with all his strength.
Han Fei, who was concentrating on destroying the photos, found it difficult to dodge, but the blood-stained cell phone rang at just this moment, and Xiaoyou's mother, covered in blood, struggled with the hanged man.
Seizing the opportunity, after destroying all the photos, Han Fei picked up the smelly school uniform from the black water, aimed at the heart of the uniform and stabbed it into the companion.
Black blood flowed from the stinking school uniform, and the same wound appeared on the body of the hanged man.
The expression on his face was a little painful, his obsession was aroused, and he began to try his best to hurt the people around him.
"Without anyone helping him, the man who was full of hope and longing when he was a student might have died, leaving only a walking corpse."
The school uniform was chopped into pieces, and the black blood seeped into the sharp knife called companionship. When the hanging ghost body dissipated, another name appeared on Han Fei's heart.
"It feels so strange. My body seems to have recovered a little. Is this the ability to accompany me?"
The black mist of resentment that remained in the room was swallowed up by Xiaoyou's mother. She seemed not to want to face Xiaoyou like this. After absorbing it, she immediately returned to the blood-stained mobile phone.
"mom!"
No matter how much Xiaoyou shouted, her mother never came out again.
Only now did Xiaoyou dare to cry after the hanged ghost was gone. She was out of danger. She sat on the ground, holding her mother's cell phone, and kept calling her mother, but no one answered.
Maybe only when Xiaoyou is in danger again, her mother will come out of the phone.
"Your mother doesn't want you to see her horrible look. She also wants to keep the most beautiful side of herself in your heart." Han Fei comforted Xiao You softly: "You also need to understand her. Girls all love beauty. , your mother used to be a princess, and it was not until she had you that she walked out of the palace, picked up weapons, put on armor, protected you, and became your hero."
Many fairy tales are fictitious, especially in such a scary world, but Han Fei is still willing to tell others that there are beautiful things in this world.
After Xiaoyou calmed down a little, the three of them fell into new troubles.
Han Fei and Xiao Jiahui were dragged in by Xiao You's mother, but the other party didn't seem to know how to send them away.
"In the taxi before, after killing the boy's body, everything returned to normal, and the frozen time started to move again..." Xiao Jia felt that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower, and the situation seemed to be heading in a worse direction. develop.
"Happiness Community is a place where two different worlds of ghosts and humans overlap. I'm afraid it won't be that easy for us to leave." Han Fei actually wanted to go back to the fourth floor now, but he was really afraid: "The car will have to reach the mountain. There is a road. At least this room is safe now. Let’s use this as a starting point to briefly explore the next building.”
"Are you sure?" Xiao Jia was a little worried.
"I have a knife that can hurt ghosts. In addition, I also found that I seem to be able to touch ghosts' memories. With the help of Xiaoyou's mother, it should be no problem." Han Fei helped Xiaoyou up, and he took his two A teammate left the seventh floor: "Let's go upstairs to take a look first to make sure there is no danger upstairs, and then explore down layer by layer to prevent being attacked from both sides."
As soon as the three of them reached the middle of the seventh and eighth floors, they heard the sound of a bell ringing.
"It seems like it's coming from the ninth floor?"
"Isn't the ninth floor selling white goods?" Han Fei still remembered that in the morning he wanted to go to the ninth floor to look for the paper man, but he was forced to leave because of the sudden arrival of the police: "Let's go and take a look, maybe the paper man's remains
Right there!”
Moving up against the wall, paper money appeared scattered in the corridor. What was even stranger was that each piece of paper money had someone's name written on it, as if it was money to sell one's life.
"This is really not a place anyone should come to." Xiao Jia followed Han Fei and glanced towards the ninth floor.
This place is just like it was during the day, with the doors of the residents’ rooms wide open and paper figures placed at the door.
Those paper figures all have round and full faces, are wearing bright new clothes, and have lifelike expressions. They seem to turn around and smile in the next second.
"Calm down."
Han Fei observed the paper man carefully, and he felt more and more that he was in the right place.
Holding his palm on his chest, Han Fei quietly took out the eyes of the bloody paper man. He felt the connection between the paper man's eyes and the remaining body.
"Part of the bloody paper man's body is in this room." Han Fei walked forward slowly: "The old lady said that her husband is a paper maker. Could the paper man I am looking for be made by her husband?"
"That old lady was quite kind and easy to talk to." Xiao Jia remembered what happened in the morning: "I hope nothing will go wrong this time."
"You two, wait a moment." Xiaoyou grabbed Han Fei's arm: "You'd better not touch the white guy on the ninth floor, and you mustn't believe what that crazy old lady says."
"Crazy old lady?" Xiao Jia and Han Fei both stopped.
"Yes! My landlord warned me when I just moved here, telling me not to go upstairs casually, and to be especially careful not to talk to the old lady on the ninth floor." Xiao You lowered his voice: "The old lady's husband is very early.
He was dead before, but she said that her husband was still alive. She would sit in the corridor every night and make paper figurines, and during the day she would say that her husband was the one who made those white goods."
"The papermaker is the old lady herself? Her husband died a long time ago?" This sudden change made Xiao Jia panic. He had previously thought that the old lady was the most normal resident in the building.
"Maybe after the old lady's husband died, the ghost still stayed in the house, and would come out every night to make paper figures to send the souls away." Han Fei was not surprised at all. His calmness surprised even Xiao You: "No matter what
Said, I want to go over and have a look, I need to find that red paper man!"
Hiding his companion, Han Fei came to the ninth floor.
The soul bell hanging on the door rang, and Han Fei stood among the paper figures of boys and girls, looking into the house.
Compared with the daytime, this room becomes extremely spooky at night, and the paper figures seem to be sleeping children who will wake up at any time.