After a long period of mental preparation, Huang Mao finally took over the blood-stained cell phone under the force of Li Gui.
He slowly put the phone to his ear, his heart in his throat: "Hello? How are you?"
"I remember that you and Fu Sheng were students in the same school. Has he done anything extraordinary in school this year?" Han Fei's voice came from the phone. Huang Mao was a little confused after hearing it, because Han Fei
Fei's voice is different from Fu Yi's.
When he was surprised, Han Fei spoke again: "You'd better answer me honestly. If you dare to have any evil thoughts, I will throw you on the street this time and use you to seduce those ghosts."
Even though his voice had changed, the tone of his words was right. All the doubts in Huang Mao's heart disappeared instantly: "Hello, uncle, I'm not very familiar with Fu Sheng. I heard from his classmates that after working hard for a while,
, easily ranked first in the school, and then became a little... different from ordinary people."
"Different from ordinary people?"
"Yes, his communication with 'ghosts' has become more serious. There is no happiness on his face anymore, as if the end of the world is coming, but only he knows it." In order not to be used as bait.
, Huang Mao tried hard to show Han Fei his other values: "We don't know what happened to him. From a certain moment on, he seemed to hate making choices. He left all the multiple-choice questions in the test paper blank every day.
Sticking to the same life trajectory and eating the same meal, if that meal is sold out, he would rather go hungry than choose other food."
"This is no longer a difficulty in choosing. He is afraid of choosing." Han Fei felt that it was at this time that Fu Sheng in reality obtained the black box, and he wanted to make the decision that would affect his life.
"But he seems to be very grateful to you. When he is in the most pain and discomfort, he will write to you and take out the mobile phone you bought for him to edit text messages. You are his support." Huang Mao can talk more than before.
: "It went on like this for a while, and from then on, Fu Sheng never came to school again."
"Do you know where he went?"
"Some people saw him at the Paradise Nightclub, some said he liked to go back to school at night to study, and some said he was dead. They saw his body hanging on the clock of the Times Building." Huang Mao said here, as if suddenly again
What came to mind: "By the way, about a few months ago, a teacher in the school went to see Fu Sheng. She met Fu Sheng in a plastic surgery hospital in the city. She said that there were many special things gathered around Fu Sheng.
He seems to be preparing to sew all those things into his body."
"He wants to fuse with ghosts?" Han Fei frowned upon hearing this. Fu Sheng seemed to have been forced to have no choice, so he tried such a crazy thing.
"It's not necessarily a ghost..." Huang Mao turned his head and glanced at Xiaoyou's mother: "Anyway, I heard the teacher say that the things around him didn't hurt him, and he also persuaded him not to care about their feelings.
Find ways to save more people."
"The ghosts hope that Fu Sheng's choice is to save people, and those ghosts are helping him make the choice." Han Fei somewhat understood why the female student became like that. The whole thing was more complicated than he imagined.
"Uncle, aren't all Fu Sheng's predictions true?"
"What do you think? Fierce ghosts, monsters and madmen appear all over the city. The so-called purgatory is nothing more than that." Han Fei asked Huang Mao to return the phone to Xiao You: "You two stay where you are, I will take people there immediately, pay attention
protect yourself."
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Han Fei hung up the phone while sitting in the taxi. When he saw the tragic scene outside the window, his hard and cold heart also wavered.
In this super-large city with a population of over 10 million, various tragedies are happening every moment. The sun does not rise as promised, ghosts come out of the night, and cries and calls for help have become the most accustomed thing for everyone.
the sound of.
"It's too scary." Xiao Jia took a breath. He didn't even dare to look at the scene outside the car window.
"Did you notice something?" Han Fei stared at the scenery passing by on both sides of the street: "When we came out of the Paradise Family Courtyard, the situation was not so serious. The closer we got to the Paradise area, the higher the probability of ghosts appearing.
The bigger it gets, the crazier and abnormal people become."
"I dare not think about anything now." Xiao Jia held his head: "The deep world merges with reality, and ghosts appear everywhere. This is more terrifying than the apocalypse. I think it would be easier to die."
Supernatural incidents occur frequently, the city is stained with blood, there are too many ghosts and types, and people seem to be just toys.
Not only Xiao Jia, but also other players were frightened. This is not a warm and healing game. All apocalyptic games are not as scary and desperate as this city.
"Compared to them, we are lucky. At least we have tools to resist." Han Fei looked at the buildings outside the car window. When the unknown terror came, most people could only lock their doors.
, hiding in his own home, waiting for death to knock on the door.
Among everyone, only Li Guoer drove the car silently. She did not participate in the conversation among everyone. It was useless to say anything now. More things must be done to save more people.
The black taxi opened the road in front, and the two vans of the players followed behind. Han Fei's team has expanded to thirteen people. These people were carefully selected by Han Fei, and they all have more or less abilities.
Affects ghosts.
In fact, Han Fei can completely leave the players alone, but he has a deeper plan. He wants to train these players who have died countless times in the memory world of the shrine, so that they can also have a brave heart.
, no longer afraid of ghosts in the deep world.
If the deep world really loses control and merges with reality in the future, then these players may become seeds, take root and sprout in their respective soils, and grow big trees that can protect more people.
An hour later, Han Fei came to the place where Xiaoyou and Huang Mao were hiding and took them to the plastic surgery hospital.
Han Fei was very impressed by that hospital, but he still couldn't recall some specific details.
Pushing open the hospital door, Han Fei immediately raised his hand to ask everyone to slow down.
Outside the hospital there were screams and wails everywhere, but inside the hospital it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop clearly.
"There are no ghosts in the hospital? Or is there the most terrifying ghost in the hospital, which has killed everyone?" Han Fei grabbed Huang Mao in front of him: "Lead the way."
"What the fuck? Why is it me again?" Huang Mao's lips were bitter and he felt bile rising up. If he could turn back time, he would never bully Fu Sheng.
"Stop talking nonsense, where did your teacher say he saw Fu Sheng?"
"The emergency room in Building 7 is where his mother died." Huang Mao reluctantly walked forward, and Han Fei and all the players followed.
I revisited my old place, but the place had changed. There was not a single person in the hospital, as if everything that moved had evaporated.
"Han Fei, please save my daughter first. The wounds on Yan Le's body need to be treated properly." Ren Nao also left the Paradise Family Home with Han Fei. Now his daughter's condition is not optimistic.
The girl Yan Le's situation is more complicated. She was obsessed with jealousy under the influence of butterflies and hurt many people. In order to repair her soul, her mother killed all the girls Yan Le was jealous of.
This mother and daughter are actually almost like demons, and even those players hate them.
"They are at fault, and they deserve to die, but they cannot die now. My wife's ability can help you." The boss tried his best to persuade Han Fei: "She killed ten people, if they can save a hundred people...
…”
"But the ten people she killed cannot be resurrected." Han Fei did not argue with his predecessor on this issue. He took out the past life and walked through the wards.
The further you walk into the hospital, the quieter it becomes.
The nurses and patients who were usually seen everywhere seemed to have been locked up. At first glance, there were only pale walls, pale floors and half-open and half-closed doors.
"Someone seems to have been here one step ahead of us, and many ward doors were damaged."
When they walked to Building 6, the ugly cat in Han Fei's backpack jumped out and ran down the stairs into the underground passage.
There is a secret passage underground in the plastic surgery hospital that connects seven buildings, and only a handful of doctors are qualified to enter it.
"It feels like the temperature has dropped a lot." Xiao Jia unconsciously lowered his voice, as if speaking loudly would attract some monster.
"Please pay attention to the surrounding walls. The patterns painted on them are very similar to the patterns in the resurrection ceremony of the blue and white cram school." Li Guoer's fingers gently touched the wall, and the patterns would automatically shrink like tentacles with life.
"It seems that Meng has already been here." Han Fei pieced together the scattered memory fragments in his mind: "Fu Sheng and Meng have been sworn enemies from a very early age. After the deep world was closed, Fu Sheng and Meng seemed to
They were all locked into the deep world."
At the beginning, Fu Sheng had the support of other managers and inherited their ideas, but even so, he still did not completely kill Butterfly. Now Han Fei has nothing and is an enemy of everyone. How far can he go?
"The wild laughter comes from the bloody orphanage deep in my mind. He should be regarded as another me." Han Fei had no external support. In fact, he had realized one thing very early on. When he fell into despair, he only
Able to save oneself.
The underground ritual patterns have been connected together. It is very scary to look at it like this. It seems that Meng is planning to use the entire hospital as an altar to sacrifice all the doctors and patients in the hospital.
"If I hadn't changed the fate of the plastic surgery hospital before, then this place should be imprisoned for the vast majority of desperate and crazy people in the city, whether they are rich people who are crazy about longevity and beauty, or ordinary people who are forced to collapse by life, their souls
Any loopholes in it will be exploited by the butterfly and become a sacrifice for his resurrection."
Han Fei knew that this hospital was important, but he didn't expect that Meng, the manager of the park, would also focus on this place.
As you continue going down, the color of the lines deepens, and blood begins to mix in them.
By the time they reached the second underground floor, all the lines had been replaced by various kinds of hair. The hair from patients and doctors was crawling all over the ground. Han Fei finally saw his first living person in the hospital.
"Du Jing?"
When he saw that face, a name came to Han Fei's mind. After Du Shu's death, her sister Du Jing became the new person in charge of the hospital.
In the impression, destiny has been changed, people who were supposed to die were saved by Han Fei, and everything should move in a good direction, but Du Jing did not find happiness.
"Why is this happening?"
Du Jing, the new dean, holds two sharp pens in her hands. One pen has hate written on it, and the other pen has love written on it. She is knitting her black hair all over the floor like a sweater.
Heads were hanging between the second and third floors underground, including patients and doctors. The dream gave everyone the fairest ending, leaving those people immersed in the nightmare weaved by the butterfly until they died.
As if she noticed something, Du Jing suddenly stopped what she was doing. She turned her head, glanced at everyone, and then continued to braid her black hair.
"Du Jing?"
Han Fei noticed that the other person's eyes were dull and depressed, as if he had lost all hope and had become a puppet at the mercy of nightmares.
Walking forward, Han Fei saw Du Jing braiding the patient's black hair into different things, including children's clothes, footballs, and people he could never forget but would never see again.
Every time an item is woven, a patient's head will close its eyes. Du Jing seems to be stealing every patient's wishes and good expectations in this way.
What she weaves will last for a while, and then the dead men's hair will become part of the giant pattern on the wall.
"Dreams leave all negative emotions to living people and steal the only beauty they have left?" Han Fei wanted to stop Du Jing. When his hand touched Du Jing, there was no reaction from the other party, but when he wanted to stop him When the other party continued to knit, Du Jing suddenly waved the pen in his hand like crazy, shouted his daughter's name, and launched an attack on Han Fei.
"Could it be that Meng took away her daughter and used her daughter to threaten her?" In reality, Du Jing's daughter is still alive and has even become a friend of Fu Sheng and Fu Tian: "Maybe it was Fu Sheng who saved the life of Fu Sheng. Girl, it’s a pity that no one knows Fu Sheng’s existence except me in reality.”
Passing by Du Jing, Han Fei came to Building 7 through the underground corridor. He also saw the most shocking scene after waking up in the hospital.
The entire No. 7 building was hollowed out, and the bodies of patients and doctors were used as bricks to build a downward-facing Building No. 8.
Between Building 7 and Building 8, there is a huge mirror with a person's birthday written on it, and inside the mirror is a young man who looks very similar to Fu Sheng imprisoned.
"The butterfly in the dead building regards me as a resurrected body. Will the body Meng chooses for me be the former Fu Sheng?"