Han Fei, who came out of the nightmare, was cursed all over his body, and he pushed the door open with all his strength.
There was a strong rotten smell coming from the dark bedroom. The small room was filled with various colorful paintings. Among all the paintings, there was a little boy chained up.
He took a severed finger, dipped in various paints, and lay on the ground to draw.
"Number four?"
Han Fei saw the boy's clothes. The orphanage uniform jacket was badly damaged, and the numbers on the child's back were also a bit blurry.
"Why do you have pictures of us?" The boy did not look up and continued to draw on the ground. This time he drew a child. The child had been fantasizing about death in his mind, but he did not hurt anyone.
Suppress that urge by constantly hurting yourself.
"Like you, I am a child who walked out of that orphanage." Before Han Fei finished speaking, his backpack was torn, and the ugly cat took out a photo from the page of the script.
The group photo of the children has always been hidden in the script in the basement. This gift given to Han Fei by the painter seems to be just for use at this moment.
As if he felt something aura, the boy with his head lowered slowly looked at Han Fei. His eyelids covered with blood slowly blinked, and then he rushed towards Han Fei like an enraged leopard!
"Bang!"
The chains were tightened and dug into his flesh. The boy's hands hovered in front of Han Fei's eyes. He opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of incomplete teeth.
His mother and grandmother seemed to be worried that he would continue to hurt others, so they pulled out his teeth and cut off his nails.
"Don't be excited. If you want to see it, I can give it to you." Han Fei handed the boy a photo of the orphans. He held the photo with both hands, and his ferocious face slowly returned to calm, as if a child was lying on his partner's bed.
In my arms, I gained a long-lost sense of security.
The blood scabs on his eyelids began to fall off, and a trace of sanity returned to his eyes.
"When you entered Building No. 11, you should have seen the embodiment of No. 11's childhood memories, right?" The boy's voice was gentle and peaceful, which was completely opposite to his performance just now. It was more terrifying than schizophrenia.
"Yes." Han Fei did not deny it. He found that after the boy touched the photo, a child's face slowly became clear in the photo. This photo seemed to be the key to allowing the orphans to recall the past.
"No. 11 and I died a long time ago. We were sent to the paradise of the deep world by Fu Tian. Later we seemed to have met Fu Sheng, and he made us part of the paradise." No. 4 was touching.
After the painter gave Han Fei a group photo, he remembered a lot of things: "This memory shrine belongs to Fu Sheng. Everything operates according to Fu Sheng's memory and consciousness. No. 11 and I have managed it for many years but still can't
Change nothing until you appear here. In the midst of death one after another, you have leveraged destiny and turned the Happy Community into a special place."
"A special place?"
"This community was transformed based on your memory. As you died one after another, you were gradually swallowed by Fu Sheng's shrine, and your memories were constantly fused. You slowly lost yourself and became the memory world of this shrine.
Part of it, and part of this slow integration is the Happy Community." Boy No. 4 lay on the ground: "The whole world belongs to Fu Sheng, only this Happy Community belongs to the orphans. This is what you used ninety-nine deaths to build.
What you have gained at this price is also the greatest help that No. 11 and I can give you."
Han Fei risked losing all his memory, died again and again, and even asked for death. While he was swallowed by the memory world of the shrine, he was also thinking of ways to influence and change the world.
Fu Sheng wanted to be reborn in Han Fei's body, while Han Fei wanted to climb up Fu Sheng's shrine and look far away.
After breaking the boat, Han Fei indeed won the bet. This happy community is no longer the community in Fu Sheng's memory, but was changed by the joint efforts of three children from the welfare home, which incorporated the memories of Han Fei, No. 4 and No. 11.
"No wonder I feel strange. I clearly entered Fu Sheng's memory world. I was not born when Fu Sheng was the same age as me, but my traces are everywhere in this community." Han Fei
Gradually he came to understand: "With your cooperation, it seems that the paradise has been changed."
"Paradise is still the same paradise, and it will not change for many years. Tragedies keep repeating themselves, but the children in the paradise change again and again. In the end, all of us only live as a symbol, and our lives are just what others say.
A number." The man wearing size 4 clothes was lying on the ground. His voice was childish, but his words contained a maturity that was completely inconsistent with his age.
"I don't quite understand what you are talking about." Han Fei held the death knife. He had no impression of No. 4, except that he had a good relationship with the painter at the plastic surgery hospital.
"The original Happy Community was used to cultivate orphans. Eleven different kinds of despair lived in eleven apartments. After so many years, Happy Community is still a place used to cultivate despair. The children there have also grown from eleven
It became thirty-one." Blood oozed from No. 4's mouth, and the bloodshot eyes under his eyes were like slender worms, twisting crazily: "This body is the embodiment of my childhood memories, but I
I didn't expect that the dream would target me, you must be careful about it! The dream that was once Fu Sheng's contemporary has become indescribable. It is the only ghost that exists to this day. It can even pass through Fu Sheng's impression of him in his memory.
Come and influence Fu Sheng’s shrine world. Fu Sheng’s memory of the eight resurrection rituals that Meng prepared for himself has changed. Many of the rituals are different from before. I suspect that his real target is you."
"That is to say, in this memory world, I must not only be careful about Fu Sheng, but also pay special attention to the manager's dream?"
"That's right, the dream was originally sealed into the deep world by Fu Sheng. It vowed to destroy Fu Sheng's soul and erase all traces of Fu Sheng's existence." Cracks began to appear on No. 4's young body, and his stomach was slightly swollen.
Gu Li: "My childhood memory is about to collapse. You can find me and No. 11's true form after you enter the paradise."
"Where is your body in paradise?"
"I was buried underground, with children's paintings painted on my skin. No. 11 made up to be a tourist. He will take the initiative to contact you." The boy's belly began to swell rapidly. He stared at the death knife in Han Fei's hand and fiercely
He threw himself at it: "Ninety-nine times of death, you gave up everything to get this opportunity. I hope you can go on smoothly and don't make the same mistakes again and go back to Fu Sheng's old path."
The bright sword light penetrated the boy's abdomen, and from under his belly, a black insect cocoon carved with No. 4's cheek fell out.
This cocoon contains more death will and despair than all previous cocoons combined, and the monster in the cocoon seems to be about to emerge from the cocoon.
A cat's paw held the cocoon, and the ugly cat lowered its head. The nine ghost lines on its body extended in the hair, got into the cocoon, and ate away everything contained inside.
After absorbing more and more cocoons, the ghost patterns glowed with vitality. There seemed to be something in the nine ghost patterns that was calling Han Fei urgently, wanting to be intimate with Han Fei.
"I have destroyed three of Meng's resurrection rituals, and I have to speed up the process. The longer I delay, the more people in the city will die, despair and negative emotions will continue to spread, and the power of ghosts will become stronger.
Get stronger." Han Fei doesn't want to be the savior, but now it seems that he is the only one in the city who still cares about the lives of ordinary people and is willing to help those people.
Han Fei pulled out the death knife, the boy's childhood memories disappeared, and he was no longer in the house.
The bedroom returned to normal, and all the gloomy feeling disappeared. Han Fei walked out of the room and found the old man.
He did not tell the other party that the boy was dead, but said that the boy was not in the house and might have escaped when the old man was not paying attention.
It doesn't matter whether the old lady believes it or not. No. 4 chose to hit the death knife on his own. Maybe deep down in his heart, he felt that only after he disappeared could the old man truly be freed.
The cat meowed, and the ugly cat that absorbed the power in the cocoon became different from before. Its hair was shiny and its eyes became sharp. It was no longer a sick stray cat on the roadside, but looked more like a dead cat.
The captive pet has a cold light in its eyes.
"Han Fei, the old lady didn't do anything to you, right?" Xiao Jia, who was guarding downstairs, saw Han Fei coming out and hurriedly greeted him.
"Building No. 4 has been cleaned up. Let's hurry up and go to other apartment buildings." When walking towards Building No. 5, Han Fei called Yan Le and his daughter to his side and stared at them for a long time.
"What's that look in your eyes?" Shang Nao didn't understand: "Are we being possessed by a ghost?"
"I just feel that meeting you is too coincidental, as if I was guided by some kind of force." Han Fei did not delve into this issue. He looked at Yan Le: "Where is the nearest resurrection ceremony from here?"
"Go west after leaving Xingfu Community. There is a large lake on the outskirts of the city. The fourth ceremony is by the lake. It seems to be related to water monsters and water ghosts."
"Lake?" Han Fei's face was expressionless, but he was thinking about various things in his heart.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, all the buildings in Xingfu Community were cleaned by Han Fei, and the citizens who followed him moved in one after another.
With Han Fei here, everyone's inner fear was slightly dispelled, but Han Fei himself was frowning because the conjoined monsters he had seen that were completely formed by despair had not yet appeared.
The sky has turned dark again, and after the sun sets this time, I don’t know when it will rise next.
Xingfu Community was shrouded in darkness, and residents did not dare to turn on the lights. They could only close the doors and windows tightly and huddle in one building.
"There are still not enough manpower." Han Fei taught the players how to deal with ghosts, and asked Xiao You and her mother to guard the entrance to the apartment.
From last night to now, all the ghosts Han Fei and the others killed finally entered the belly of Xiaoyou's mother. Now Xiaoyou's mother has swelled several times in size, and she is considered a very terrifying existence among the resentments.
"I'm going to the western suburbs and I'll try to come back before twelve o'clock in the evening. Please protect everyone."
Getting into the black taxi, Han Fei set off with only Li Guoer, Yan Le and a player who was very good at water this time. The player was a former lifeguard and he also had a lot of physical strength. He should be able to help at critical moments.
Some busy.
The big lake Yan Le's mother mentioned was not far from Xingfu Community, and it only took Han Fei and the others ten minutes to drive there.
What is strange is that when the black hearse approached the lake, it turned onto a path away from the lake. The nine victims in the car seemed unwilling to go near the lake.
The sun sets early, and darkness is like a big hand, covering everyone's eyes.
The headlights came on, and the hearse drove a few hundred meters along the dirt road near the lake, and finally stopped at the end of the road.
Neon signs emitting cold light stand on the roadside. There is a resort town by the lake, but there seems to be no one in the town now.
"Is the fourth ceremony of the dream held in this small town? Or in the lake?" Han Fei did not get out of the car, he observed the surroundings vigilantly.
"I don't know the specific situation. I only know that it has something to do with this lake." Yan Le's mother controlled Yan Le's body, her lips wriggled, and she paused for a long time before saying: "By the way, dreams have come to this big lake.
A very special name is called mind."
"Mind?"
Han Fei nodded, put on his backpack, and opened the car door.
"Li Guoer, stay in the car and be ready to respond at any time. The others will come with me." Han Fei grabbed Yan Le's shoulders and the two of them walked forward side by side.
This resort town is not big, with only a few buildings in total. It seems that the developer ran away halfway through the construction.
"Hot spring hotel, fishing gear rental center, boat rental center, tourist information center, fish restaurant..."
Looking at the buildings on both sides of the road, Han Fei suddenly stopped, his nose twitched, and he turned and walked towards the boat rental center.
"There is a faint smell of blood in the house, the shoe prints on the ground are new, the weeds have not recovered after being stepped on, someone just stayed here."
Han Fei quietly approached and reached out to open the door of the boat rental center.
"Snapped!"
The plate full of food fell to the ground, and a figure opened the window and jumped out in the darkness.
"Have you seen that thing?" Han Fei was a little confused. The black shadow that just left was not in the shape of a human.
He took out his flashlight and shined it on the smashed dinner plate. Inside was a bloody piece of raw meat, as if it had just been torn from an animal.
"The word "Fish Restaurant" is written on the dinner plate, but the meat is the meat of some kind of large mammal." Han Fei picked up the pieces of the dinner plate on the ground and looked out the window. There were no shoes where the black shadow left.
There is only a trace of a heavy object dragging it out.
"Is there no one alive in this resort town?" Han Fei jumped out of the window with the broken pieces of the dinner plate. He followed the traces on the ground to the back door of the fish restaurant.
"You two, watch your back." Han Fei held his hand and slowly opened the door, and a pungent stench hit his face.
Holding the knife forward, Han Fei looked inside.
There was an old lady wearing rubber shoes and a headscarf sitting in front of a huge freezer. She turned her back to Han Fei and was scraping fish scales in the dark with a special knife.
The freezer in the back kitchen had stopped working a long time ago, and a large amount of fish stored in it was rotten, but the old man seemed to be unable to smell the smell and continued with his work.
There was a rustling sound and fish scales flew everywhere.