Qiangwei didn't tell anyone about his plan, and he didn't even dare to think about it often, for fear of being noticed by people who could read minds.
Regarding f, Qiangwei's inner fear is greater than trust. He doesn't know how many players will survive to the end in the future that f sees. F will never share the future he sees with others, only telling everyone how to go about it.
Do.
Everyone follows f blindly, but f does not regard the player as a companion, but more as a valuable tool.
Qiangwei doesn't deny f's ability, but he doesn't like f's style of doing things.
As f predicted the future again and again, the players all gathered around f, and there were fewer and fewer people Qiangwei could trust, which made him more uneasy.
Qiangwei didn't like this feeling very much. Instead of following the future predicted by others, he wanted to seize his own destiny with his own hands.
The players have arrived at Building 4, but something more troublesome has occurred.
The singing sounded in everyone's ears, and their souls seemed to be separated from their bodies and dragged somewhere.
"This song seems to be summoning spirits?"
The person singing could not be seen, and the source of the sound could not be found. The fantasies in other nightmares only affected a certain person, but this song enveloped the entire community.
It seemed to represent an unknown power that transcended hatred. Even in nightmares, it still carried unspeakable terror.
"Don't be disturbed! Hold your heart!" f was also affected by the singing. He felt it more clearly than anyone else. The singing seemed to be particularly aimed at him, as if it wanted to tell a desperate tragedy in his mind.
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He waved the black knife irritably, and the closer he got to Han Fei's floor, the greater the impact of the nightmare. He was strong-willed and could bear it, but the players behind him reached their limits one by one.
To make matters worse, the residents and hidden ghosts in the community were also disturbed by Han Fei's nightmares, and the ghosts hiding behind the doors all went crazy.
The screams were endless, and when their lives were threatened, the police trapped in the community began to take out their guns and fight back.
Various sounds sounded and the silence was broken, but the fear was not eliminated.
When all the players reached the third floor of Building 4, Han Fei in Room 444 also reached a consensus with Yan Le's parents. As long as Han Fei could help Yan Le survive this disaster, Yan Le's mother would help him unconditionally.
To be honest, Yan Le's current situation is not optimistic, and Yan Le's mother feels it herself.
Meng just used their mother and daughter as pawns, but in order to keep her daughter alive, she knew she was being used, so she could only choose to cooperate with Meng. Her daughter was her only one, occupying all her love.
Now the goal of the dream has been achieved. It wants the butterfly conceived in Yan Le's body to fly out with maze patterns. As for Yan Le's life and death, it has nothing to do with it.
"Everyone in the city who has held a resurrection ceremony and followed the guidance of dreams has had a cocoon planted in their body, hiding a butterfly with a unique pattern." Yan Le's mother said, "I don't know what this city is like either.
How many people are believers in dreams? They have great respect for ghosts and gods. Most people are completely blinded by dreams. In fact, they are all preparations made by dreams in advance for their own resurrection."
Yan Le's face was ferocious, with a vicious light shining in her eyes. When her mother said that the dream was bad, Yan Le's soul began to resist. It was as if she had been brainwashed by the butterfly. She did not distinguish between right and wrong, and was crazy and brainless.
Opinion.
Seeing their daughter like this, the mother and the middle-aged man in Yan Le's body felt extremely painful.
The butterfly that had completed its mission wanted to fly out of Yan Le's belly. Blood vessels bulged on the surface of Yan Le's skin, and finally gathered in her abdomen, forming a butterfly composed of blood vessels.
Yan Le's bulging belly was about to burst, and only a thin layer of skin remained.
You must know that she is only a teenager, and even an adult would find it difficult to bear this kind of pain.
The souls of the dead were wailing, and they who were sacrificed tried their best to resist. The girl who was resurrected would soon have her stomach explode and die in the most miserable way.
"Butterfly is one of the incarnations of dreams. It can hide a person's mind and dreams. It is not easy to deal with it." Han Fei knew that Yan Le's mother loved her daughter very much, but this was not the reason for her to kill other people.
, other people’s daughters are also daughters. The reason why Han Fei has not fallen out with Yan Le and his daughter now is because they understand dreams very well, at least they cannot die before stopping the dream.
"You told me so many things, and I won't break your promise. I will try my best to help Yan Le return to normal." Han Fei used a red rope to tie Yan Le, the paper man and himself together, and then tied the things needed for the resurrection ceremony.
Things are placed around.
"What are you doing?" Yan Le's mother was a little uneasy.
"The butterfly of the dream is about to burst your daughter's belly. Normal methods will definitely not be able to draw it out, so I am going to use myself as bait to find a way to force it into my mind."
Ordinary people avoid butterflies, and even other managers of the park dare not let butterflies enter their minds, but Han Fei did the opposite and took the initiative to use his own brain as a cage.
"The mind contains all your past memories, gives birth to consciousness, and inhabits the soul. It is the foundation of a person's existence. Are you sure you want to do this?" Yan Le's mother had just woken up. She had never seen anyone so cruel to her.
Before, she thought that Han Fei was just pretending to help the mother and daughter, but Han Fei took out his own brain as bait without saying anything, which shocked her.
"It doesn't matter. I, Han Fei, always keep my promise." Han Fei did not tell Yan Le's mother that his mind was empty, his memory was blocked, and it would be okay no matter how much the butterfly made trouble, nor did he tell the other party that his real idea was to use that butterfly
The butterfly comes to help him break the barrier that blocks his memory, and he can freely swallow the maze tattoo that has been imprinted on his wings by the butterfly!
Opportunities are often hidden in crises, and Han Fei is going to make a big bet this time.
Pulling the red rope, Han Fei and the paper man opened their eyes at the same time. The curse that made everyone's scalp numb began to appear on Han Fei, and then spread to Yan Le's body along the red rope.
Increasing the distance little by little, Han Fei almost pressed his forehead against Yan Le's labyrinth pattern. He wanted to use a curse to force the incarnation of the dream out and force it into his mind.
Thousands of different curses, filled with hatred, slowly penetrated Yan Le's body.
The dead soul in Yan Le's body began to scream, and the incarnation of the dream in her belly flapped its wings uneasily. Under the almost transparent belly, there was a huge butterfly with a human face staring at Han Fei.
Seeing that Han Fei was so desperate, Yan Le's mother lived up to Han Fei's kindness and actively cooperated to suppress the souls and guide all the curses into her abdomen.
It was the first time for everyone in the room to see such a scene. The black curse was like a waterfall, washing down Yan Le's body and soul. Slowly, every drop of blood in Yan Le's body contained Xu Qin's curse.
Now if Han Fei even thinks about it, Yan Le will die completely, and her mother is also very nervous.
"You have nowhere to escape." Han Fei slowly tightened the red rope, and a wisp of black fire ignited in the eyes of the bloody paper man, and all the curses were poured into the incarnation of the dream.
There was a sound of flesh cracking, blood flowing out, and amidst the horrifying sound, a huge colorful butterfly flew out of Yan Le's belly.
That butterfly occupies all the colors in the night, like a dream. The map of the paradise labyrinth is imprinted on its wings. It is mysterious and unpredictable. The only shortcoming is that its body is stained with a curse, and some strange things appear on its wings. Coordinated black hate.
The curse and the red rope pulled at the wound on Yan Le's belly. Through the crack, Han Fei saw a huge black cocoon remaining in Yan Le's body.
There were desperate human faces on the cocoon, which were deeply embedded in Yan Le's organs and had almost become a part of her body.
After the butterfly was forced out by Xu Qin's curse, the black cocoon also shattered. The ugly cat guarding the door seemed to smell the fishy smell and began to absorb some black substance escaping from the black cocoon as before.
The more it absorbs, the brighter the nine strange black lines on the body will become, and the black lines will also begin to exude a strong aura of ominousness and disaster.
There were curses all around, and the butterfly had nowhere to escape. It rushed directly into Han Fei's mind.
This dream incarnation is much larger than the previous one, and it should possess a lot of the dream's power.
After the huge butterfly entered Han Fei's mind, the jealousy and hatred in Yan Le's eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by pain and fear. Now she looked like a normal female student.
The weird atmosphere in Room 444 disappeared, the vicious words all over the room became dim, and it didn't feel as spooky as before.
"Han Fei?" Li Guoer wanted to come over, but Han Fei waved his hand, indicating to her to keep an eye on Fu Sheng and not worry about anything else.
"My head hurts a little and I need to take a rest."
"Your orifices are bleeding, and the skin on your face is cracking!" Li Guoer was really worried.
"It's just a skin injury, it's okay." Han Fei hugged the paper man, grabbed his backpack, and walked step by step towards the bedroom at the end of the room: "Don't let anyone else come in, I want to sleep for a while."
"Is there anything I can do for you?" The boss came over. In order to save his daughter, Han Fei used his own brain as a container. This act of self-sacrifice is too rare nowadays.
"Put this videotape into the projector." Han Fei could no longer stand still. Maze patterns appeared in his eyes, and his empty mind was almost torn apart by butterflies. If someone else had come here, he would have been hurt to death.
"You want to continue watching the video?" The boss didn't understand, but he still did as Han Fei said.
He took the videotape that Han Fei had brought from the fourth floor of Building 1 of Xingfu Apartment and inserted it into the projector. The sound of rustling electricity sounded, which might sound harsh to others, but it felt familiar to Han Fei.
The contents of the videotape began to play. In the cold and terrifying dark room, seven ghosts with mutilated bodies looked at the man who was unconscious in the living room. That man was Han Fei.
"This video seems to be shot from the perspective of ghosts, intercepting their memories. Is it the perspective of my family?" Putting the bloody paper man next to the pillow, Han Fei rested his legs on the paper man's legs, letting the bloody paper
A curse is driven into one's mind.
On the screen, seven ghosts of different heights, fatness and thickness gathered around the unconscious Han Fei. The youngest among them curiously stretched out his finger and poked Han Fei's face.
Feeling the temperature on his fingertips, the child froze. He turned his head 180 degrees and turned back to ask the other six ghosts for their opinions.
In the haunted house where the victims of the human body puzzle lived, a living person suddenly ran in one night. The person looked stupid and not very smart.
Before the seven ghosts could reach a consensus, Han Fei on the ground woke up. He got up like a fool, reached out and clicked randomly in the void, and said some strange words in his mouth.
"My head hurts so much, it feels like a hole has been punched in the back of my head."
"Looking at the game introduction, this is a healing sims game with an open world and no fixed gameplay. I can work hard to upgrade my character and improve my attributes, and I can also have a virtual girlfriend and have virtual family and love."
After saying these words, Han Fei heard a knock on the door and an old lady came to bring her warmth. He stupidly followed her downstairs.
The seven ghosts walked out of their hiding place and looked at each other at the door. No living person had been in this room for a long time.
They seemed unable to stay awake all the time, and after a short stay, they scattered to various parts of the room.
Not long after, Han Fei hurried back into the house, looking panicked, and locked the security door.
After talking to himself, he decided to go into the bedroom and sleep.
When he heard the door open, the male ghost who was lying on the bed rolled to the ground. He showed half of his face and looked at Han Fei in confusion.
I saw Han Fei lying on the bed with a kitchen knife, and then hid his whole body under the quilt, only exposing his two eyes, staring at the living room.
The person in the quilt is looking at the scenery, and the ghost beside the bed is looking at the person in the quilt.
No one on either side dared to move until the night deepened.
The younger victim in the living room couldn't bear the loneliness and ran around the house. The ghost who had previously hidden in the bathroom thought that Han Fei must have fallen asleep, so he gently opened the bathroom door and prepared to come out.
For everyone, today is the first day of the new roommate's arrival. If someone is sleeping, it is the most basic courtesy to move gently.
But when the bathroom door opened, Han Fei, who was hiding under the quilt, seemed to be stimulated. He sat up wearing a red quilt, half-kneeling on the bed, staring straight at the black figure next to the sofa.
The victim squatting next to the sofa didn't know what he did wrong. He made eye contact with the victim standing next to Han Fei's bed, warning each other not to scare the new roommate.
Han Fei, who was behaving strangely, was stalling for time. The two ghosts were very cooperative, but after a while, they found that Han Fei remained the same; he felt more or less bored.
When they were about to leave, Han Fei, who was hiding under the quilt, suddenly jumped up and ran straight to the security door holding a kitchen knife.
At almost three o'clock in the morning, the new roommate ran towards the corridor with a kitchen knife. The ghost at the door reached out to stop him and told him that it was dangerous outside, but he had already rushed out.
The seven victims walked out of every corner of the room. They were trying their best to maintain their remaining sanity. When they were discussing whether to pursue their new roommate, Han Fei's roar was heard from downstairs.
"You call this a healing game?!"
Memories were played one after another, and the seven victims of the human body puzzle stood from their own perspectives and watched the autistic and not very smart social terror step by step become the building manager of Building 1 of the Happy Apartment.
They watched Han Fei fight for his life against outsiders, watched him work hard to overcome his fear and integrate into the family, watched him continue to close the distance with everyone, watched him leave the community for the first time, and directly gave the store manager his money.
The coffin was carried home...
There are too many scenes like this, and what is even more incredible is that these warm and ordinary scenes all come from the memories of ghosts.
The death tape was still playing. The corners of Han Fei's mouth trembled and he slowly closed his eyes.
More and more cracks appeared in the memory barrier in his mind, and Han Fei remembered something again.
"Looking at it this way, it is indeed a very healing game."