There seemed to be no one in the empty room, yet it seemed to be crowded with people.
Han Fei stood at the door, listening to the sound of the soul bell above his head, and ripples appeared in his mind.
"Soul-inducing bell?"
After unconsciously speaking these three words, Han Fei stayed silently under the bell for a while.
When he entered any room before, in addition to feeling familiar, he would also feel a naked murderous intention. That kind of fear could not be hidden. He had died in this building more than once.
But all the fear of death strangely disappeared after entering this room, as if this room was the only safe place in the whole ghost world.
"The place that gives me the most peace of mind? Is this room my home?"
Moving his steps, Han Fei entered the house. His eyes swept over the old furniture and passed over the paper figures. The memories covered by the black curtain in his mind seemed to be stimulated.
I grabbed a paper figure, which was a cute little girl. She was wearing a small skirt stained with animal fur, her eyes were closed, and she was holding an empty fish tank.
"This girl..."
He was clearly touching a paper figure, but his fingers were trembling uncontrollably, as if he was holding the body of his own daughter in his hands.
"I remember there should be something in the fish tank."
All the paper figures in the room had their names written on them. Han Fei turned over the paper figures and found the words "First Angry" on the girl's back.
"Angry? Why does the girl have no name? What does the first anger mean?"
Han Fei picked up the paper figure next to the girl. It was a little boy with a curled up body. He was thin and pitiful, sitting on a spiritual altar transformed from a cardboard box. His eyes were dim with tears, his face was full of sadness, and his eyes were full of despair.
"Why is he crying?"
Feeling a little uncomfortable, Han Fei looked at the chest of the boy's paper mannequin, where his first pity was written.
"When I saw this child, I did feel a little distressed. I didn't want him to cry."
Han Fei didn't want to put down the two children in his hands. Although they were just paper dolls, Han Fei couldn't just leave them in the house. He had an impulse in his heart. He wanted to take the paper dolls out of this dark and cold place. Room.
"There's also the old lady paper figurine. The paper maker is really good. She showed the old lady's kindness so vividly that it made me feel a little homesick." Xiao Jia followed Han Fei and pointed to the girl standing in the room. An old paper lady, dressed simply, holding a paper pot in her hand, as if she had just come out of the kitchen, ready to welcome the children returning home for the New Year.
Looking at the old lady carefully, Han Fei's pupils slowly narrowed, as if he had been hit by something, and he felt a long-lost warmth in his fearful heart.
Walking behind the paper lady, Han Fei found the words "Feeling Warmth for the First Time" written behind the old lady.
"warmth?"
Han Fei slowly discovered the weirdness of this room. The words on the paper man happened to correspond to Han Fei's inner emotions when he saw the paper man. The subtle fluctuations gathered together, and Han Fei's calm mind finally stirred up waves.
"They seem to be my family? My family has been made into paper figures?"
The hand holding the red paper man's eyeball unconsciously exerted force, and Han Fei's voice was a little hoarse.
"No way? How could your family look like this?" Xiao Jia pointed to the corner, where an old paper man wearing a security uniform was leaning, his back was hunched and he always had a smile on his face, but behind him His back was filled with human heads and mutilated limbs.
Next to the security paper man, there is a more terrifying paper man. The spine of that paper man is made up of human heads. Their heads from ancestors seem to be connected in series, forming an extremely huge deformed monster.
"When you burn such horrible paper figurines for your ancestors during ancestor worship, will your ancestors beat you to death?" Xiao Jia's steps were frivolous, a little scared.
Han Fei's behavior was exactly the opposite of Xiao Jia's. He walked step by step to those terrifying paper figures and read the words on them.
What is written on the paper mannequin of the security guard is the first time I am respected, and what is written on the mannequin on the back of the head is the first time I understand the difference.
"If these paper figures were once your family, then I would envy you. There are so many firsts written on the paper figures. They seem to be recording every bit of your growth, watching you and accompanying you.
You, teach you all kinds of things." Xiaoyou hung his mother's mobile phone around his neck: "Compared with you, my life seems bleak, and there are so many people there..."
"I just feel that they are my family. In fact, my life trajectory should have no contact with them at all." Han Fei pressed his head hard: "I really can't remember."
"Don't worry, haven't you found the most important red paper man yet? Let's take our time, maybe you can recall something through these paper men." Xiao You was very gentle to Han Fei. When life and death were on the line, it was
Han Fei saved her and her mother, and she kept this kindness firmly in her heart.
"That's wrong!" Xiao Jia seemed to realize something: "The paper figures were made by the paper maker. Since he can make so many paper figures that make you feel familiar, it means that he must know you very well! We just need to find the paper figures.
Craftsman can help you find your lost memory!"
"That's right, but the premise of everything is that these paper figures are really my family, not some kind of hallucination or ghost magic." Han Fei walked through the paper figures, and his heart was already a little confused, so
He must force himself to stay rational and consider various situations.
People who have lost their memory are the most insecure. They need to find their true self, not who they are in the eyes of others.
Unknowingly, Han Fei had reached the door of the bedroom. He was flipping through paper figures one after another, immersed in a world of his own.
"Let's help him look for it too." Xiao Jia said softly: "After we find the red paper man, let's run away quickly. This place is too underworld."
He was carrying Han Fei's bag and looking through the paper figures on the wall. As he looked through them, he suddenly found a "paper figure" wearing clothes made of fabric.
Looking up, an old man with a face as pale as paper was standing among the paper figures looking at him.
After a brief moment of silence, Xiao Jia shouted back: "Someone! Someone is here!"
Sitting on the ground, Xiao Jia moved his body back. He was really frightened.
Hearing the shouting, Han Fei also ran over quickly. The three of them gathered together and looked at the pile of paper figures.
"Keep your voice down, it's late at night, don't attract ghosts." The old man's skin was as pale as paper. He had been standing there just now, silently watching Han Fei and the others.
"Papermaker?" Han Fei stared at the old man's face. The waves in his mind kept surging, and the blood flow in his body accelerated. He was sure that he had not only seen the old man in front of him, but he also occupied a very important position in his life.
people.
As his eyes moved slowly, Han Fei discovered that there were also several words written on the old man's clothes: first meeting.
"The soul bell keeps ringing. How did you three big men run in?" The old man still held an unfinished paper man in his hand. He slowly walked out of the corner and stopped in front of Han Fei.
"Old sir, we ran in accidentally. Can you tell us how to leave?" Xiao Jia was scared to death, but he still asked, but the old man ignored him at all and kept looking at Han Fei.
face.
"I came here to save people." After Han Fei answered, he asked tentatively: "Is this really the first time we meet?"
"Don't think too much. My white goods store is called First Time. I make countless first times for people from birth to death, and then burn them with fire so that they will no longer remember them." The old man seemed to know him too.
Han Fei, but he didn't admit it, but looked at Han Fei with extremely complicated eyes.
"No, although I have forgotten everything that happened in the past, I am sure this is not the first time you and I have met!" Han Fei raised his scarred arm and grabbed the old man's hand: "You know
Is the truth right? The reason for my amnesia? The past that I forgot? Do you know everything I have experienced?"
Han Fei squeezed the old man's fingers and deformed them, but the old man didn't feel any pain. He was like a paper man without any emotions, just looking at Han Fei quietly.
"This is indeed the first time you and I have met. You may have met someone similar to me before, but that person is not me." The old man shook his head: "I'm just a papermaker who can't even leave this room.
You really got the wrong person."
"You just said in a very positive tone that that person is not you. Do you know that there is someone like you in this city? Can you tell me where he is?" Han Fei let go of his hand.
The old man was surprised by Han Fei's question. He looked at his deformed fingers and smiled softly: "My name is Fu Sheng. There are many people with this name in this city. Although they have the same name,
But everyone’s personality is different.”
"Fu Sheng?" Han Fei muttered the name repeatedly: "There is Dr. Fu in the hospital, there is Dean Fu downstairs, and F among the game participants... I used to feel scared when I went to many places, and my heart was full of fear of death.
Of fear, those people named Fu seemed to have killed me. Only when I entered your hut, I felt peaceful. You seemed to be different from them."
"What's the difference? People are all the same. No matter how bad a person is, there will be a little bit of beauty in his heart; no matter how kind a person is, there will be some flaws in his character." The old man lowered his head and started to make the paper man in his hand.
Han Fei discovered that the paper man was different from the other paper men. It was blood red.
"Did you just say that you couldn't get out of this room?" Han Fei sat next to the old man and never left. "Are you being watched? Or is there someone or a ghost waiting outside to kill you?"
"My choices are different from theirs, so I will insist on staying in this place." The old man smiled and pointed to the words on his body: "I want to run this store well for the first time."
"first……"
"It's fate that we meet for the first time. I'll give you a discount later and let you choose a paper man from me." The old man turned on the radio next to him. He was drawing clothes for the paper man while listening to the program. What seemed to be playing was
A comedian's one-man show.
The others were extremely embarrassed, but the old man listened with gusto, and all the paper figures in the room seemed to be listening quietly.
Standing by silently, whenever Han Fei asked about something related to him, the old man would prevaricate, and he had no choice but to change the topic.
"Old man, we were dragged in by ghosts. Do you know how to leave this place?" Han Fei glanced at the frozen time: "What is the relationship between this place and the real world?"
"This place doesn't have a specific name. I call it the Deep World." The old man mixed the paint for the paper figurine, and then casually chatted with Han Fei.
"After a person dies, his emotions and memories will also dissipate, but the most intense and inseparable parts have a certain probability of turning into obsessions."
"Obsession continues to gather and accumulate, forming a world invisible to ordinary people, which is the deep world where ghosts live."
"All the negative emotions are accumulated here, shrouded in the black mist of resentment, and all kinds of desperate things slowly grow."
"No one knows when the deep world appeared, but many people have entered there unintentionally."
"Some of them survived by chance and left behind all kinds of strange stories, while others simply disappeared and became missing persons."
The gray-haired old man used bamboo sticks to prop up the paper man, and the paper man in his hands was slowly becoming complete.
"Can ordinary people enter the deep world at will?" Han Fei felt that this question was very important to him.
"There are many situations. Most of the time, they are dragged in by ghosts just like you." The old man lowered his head and was busy with his work: "The deep world is the world of 'ghosts', and being a 'ghost' of some kind
When emotions and obsessions reach their extreme, the two worlds will partially overlap at a certain moment. Anyone who appears nearby at that moment will become a ghost."
"After you come in, what do you need to do to get out?"
"Ordinary ghosts can only affect you for a moment, and you can recover immediately, but some places are different. There are too many ghosts living there, and they have affected the entire building or the entire area. If you want to leave, I'm afraid you can only
Just run out of their area of influence." The old man took out his pen and colored the paper figure: "This community is full of ghosts. For you, the most important thing to do now is to leave the community. I advise you to still
It’s better to leave as soon as possible; if it’s later, it might be difficult to escape.”
"Why? Will you turn into a ghost if you stay in the deep world for a long time?"
"That's not true." The old man shook his head and painted the paper man's mouth blood red: "Someone wants to completely separate the deep world from reality, completely block the two, cut off the passage between the two worlds, and separate all
Despair sinks into the deep world, leaving only the beauty in the human world. They have already begun to take action, and the distance between the two worlds has become farther and farther, and you will soon witness it all."