"No wonder I didn't receive the invitation this time. My name and soul were stolen by laughter.
Severe pain came from all over the body, especially the face. Han Fei's facial features seemed to be burned by fire. He lay in the dark, clenching his teeth. Laughing wildly took away part of the memory. What was the real deal? Han Fei
He didn't know. He struggled to stand up, but his body didn't seem to be his. After crawling a few meters in a certain direction, he passed out. The hysterical laughter slowly faded away, and Han Fei seemed to be trapped by the world.
Abandoned, only endless darkness remains around.
Crazy laughter took away Han Fei's face, and he wanted to replace Han Fei in this world. People will: see a new Han Fei appear, they will never imagine that the real Han Fei will be abandoned in this black room
I don't know how much time passed, but the pain on Han Fei's face subsided a little. He vaguely heard his cell phone ringing, and there seemed to be a faint light in front of his eyes.
He reluctantly looked up and saw a kind-hearted Cannian squatting in front of Han Fei holding a mobile phone.
"Fu Sheng?"
The sad thing in front of him is Fu Sheng, who was imprisoned in the mirror by the "dream". In the plastic surgery hospital, Han Fei made him enter the butcher's knife of the dead in order to help him get out of the mirror.
In the memory shrine of the plastic surgery hospital, Han Fei changed Fu Sheng's destiny, but later Fu Sheng still chose to go back to the old path. He left his kind thoughts and memories in the plastic surgery hospital and went to the paradise alone.
Seeing Han Fei wake up, a smile appeared on the face of Cannian. He handed Han Fei the mask and butcher knife on the ground, and then walked away. In the black room at the center of the maze, in the midst of boundless despair, Fu Sheng
His kind thoughts seemed to be the only candle. With a faint light on his body, he walked in front to guide Han Fei.
The last black room was very large, as if there were no boundaries. Han Fei even felt like he was walking in a black box at this time.
Time has lost its meaning, with no reference and no direction. Han Fei just silently followed Fu Sheng's kind thoughts. They walked for a long, long time. Until the wound on Han Fei's cheek stopped bleeding and the stinging sensation gradually weakened.
Only then did Fu Sheng stop.
He turned back and smiled at Han Fei, his body dissipated into the darkness and merged into the wind of despair.
"Fu Sheng!
Han Fei stretched out his hand to grab the other person, but couldn't catch anything. Looking in the direction where Fu Sheng's good thoughts disappeared, there was a faint light not far away.
"Is that the exit?
Moving his legs forward, the light in Han Fei's field of vision slowly became clearer. After a few minutes, he finally saw everything clearly.
In the center of the endless darkness, there is a dilapidated hotel full of cracks. The light comes from the hotel window. "Why is there such a building in the center of the maze? Why did Fu Sheng's kind thoughts bring me here?"
here?
Slowly moving forward, Han Fei saw the hotel's signboard. Except for the word "heart" that could barely be recognized, the other words on it had been erased by time.
"This is the deepest secret of the maze? A hotel called the Heart?"
Walking to the door of the hotel, Han Fei hesitated when he was about to open the door. He endured the pain and put on the smiling mask again.
"I look scary now, so I'd better put on a mask."
Slowly pushing the door of the hotel open, with a soft creaking sound, Han Fei felt that everything related to the black box in his body was disappearing rapidly. Just the simple process of entering the door took away everything from him.
All the ghost marks on the body.
That feeling is very strange, like a person
I jumped into the water, but the moment I entered the water, my body and soul were separated. My body floated on the water, but my soul plunged into the deep water.
'Am I in the black box now? There are many layers in the black box. When you open them layer by layer, you can finally see the secrets inside. Han Fei feels that he is in a certain layer of the black box.
He looked very cautiously towards the hotel. There was nothing special about this dilapidated building.
Next to the main entrance is a hall for tourists to rest. At the corner of the hall is a passage leading to the backyard and a wooden staircase to the second floor. Everything is very ordinary. What is extraordinary is the travelers gathered in the hotel at this time. When I hear the door
At the sound, several people in the room looked at Han Fei. Apart from Han Fei, many people in the hotel had already arrived in advance.
His eyes swept across the figures, and Han Fei's eyes finally stopped on the sofa in the hall. A handsome young man who looked exactly like him squatted next to the sofa, taking good care of the unconscious woman on the sofa.
The quiet young man who looked the same as him was laughing wildly, and the woman unconscious on the sofa wearing glasses was Li Guoer.
The maniacal laughter that took away Han Fei's face carried Li Guo'er to the hotel. He wanted to completely replace Han Fei and gain everything Han Fei once had.
Sensing Han Fei's gaze, he smiled politely at him, as if it was the first time they met.
Apart from laughing wildly, everyone else in the hall had serious expressions, and the air in the room was dull, as if something terrible had happened not long ago.
"Please find a seat and sit down first." The man standing in the middle of the hall motioned for Han Fei to come over. He was wearing a police officer's uniform. He was tall and burly, with straight features. He looked upright. On the wooden chair next to the police officer, a man was tied up.
A seriously injured middle-aged man. The man was wearing a blood-stained shirt. He only had one arm, and there were large bruises on his face and neck.
"One-armed, heavy"
Han Fei thought of someone, but he didn't speak. Instead, he walked to the corner of the hall and sat on a wooden chair.
"There shouldn't be any other tourists, right?" The police officer glanced at everyone. After a moment of pause, he lifted the black cloth on the dining table in the hall: "In other words, the murderer is among us."
The smell of blood poured into the nose. There was a male corpse hidden under the black cloth on the dining table. The back of the deceased's head had been pried open and the brain had been taken away. Next to the deceased's head, there was a black box.
"How long have you been trapped here? Don't you know that the outside world is in complete chaos? Our top priority is to find a way out, instead of continuing to internally consume ourselves." The man who spoke seemed to be a tourist who entered the park.
I accidentally ran here and couldn't find my way out.
"You're defending the murderer by saying that.
"?" The police officer stared at the man: "Or are you willing to live with a murderer? Are you not afraid that he will continue?
He commits a crime and regards you as his next target?"
No one in the hall refuted again. The police officer was very satisfied with everyone's cooperation: everyone told them their names, occupations, where they had been and what they had done last night.
There was a dead silence in the hotel. After a long time, the oldest old man coughed twice. He was in poor health and could not maintain a sitting posture for a long time: "Let me tell you first, I am the owner of this hotel and I have been running it.
This shop. But I have severe amnesia, and I have forgotten when I opened the shop here. The impression seems to be that I was here before the park was built." He moved his body with some effort: "
I boiled hot water and put it in the hall last night, but I didn't see anyone suspicious, and I couldn't be the murderer myself. Even if I wanted to kill someone, I didn't have the ability.
When the innkeeper coughed, a young man wearing a ghost mask next to him quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to him.
"Xiao Fu is the only waiter in the store and he is also my grandson. I will leave the store to him in the future. He has no reason to commit murder." The boss defended the young waiter next to him very much.
While several people were talking, Han Fei's eyes stayed on the waiter for a while, and the waiter gave him a feeling very similar to F.
The police officer nodded and looked at the only sober woman in the hall: "You are a tourist too.
?"
The woman looked very tired, but her eyes were extremely determined: "I am not a tourist. I entered the maze to find my child. His name is Fu Sheng. I want to take him home."
Hearing the woman's voice, Han Fei looked away. Even with master-level acting skills, he was worried that he would be unable to control his emotions and expose his flaws.
The only sober woman in the hotel was my wife. She walked here step by step without a map or guide.
"Don't let me rush you. Just go on in order. No one can get away with it." The police officer did not embarrass the woman and looked at the next person.
"I am a magician in the paradise. I came here after escaping. There is already chaos outside." Sitting next to the woman was a very good-looking man with a neutral voice. He wore a ring on each finger.
There are also many dolls hanging.
"I also escaped from those lunatics." The middle-aged man who had refuted the police before said: "You can call me a screenwriter. I came to the park to find inspiration, but I didn't expect that there would be so much inspiration that my brain would explode.
The point.”
"Screenwriter?" Han Fei's eyes lingered on the middle-aged man for a long time. His backpack was once filled with scripts, but it was a pity that the backpack had been lost long ago.
After the middle-aged screenwriter finished speaking, the room fell into silence again, and everyone looked behind the middle-aged screenwriter.
Sitting in the corner of the hall was a dirty little girl with a frightened face and curled up body. She seemed to be a mute with some mental problems.
"There's no way this little girl is the murderer.
Right?" The middle-aged screenwriter picked up the water glass on the coffee table: "But she may be a witness because she saw the murderer.
That’s why she was so scared that she didn’t dare to speak.” ‘Next.”
"My turn?" A young man with the same face as Han Fei stood up. He was gentle, quiet and reserved: "My name is Han Fei, and I am an actor."
After he said the name, everyone in the hotel stared at him, but everyone looked at him differently. "What is your relationship with this woman? Why have you been taking care of her?"
"She is my subordinate and friend. Without her help, I would not be able to get here alive, so I will not leave her behind no matter what." Kuangxiao said what Han Fei would say, and his voice also
Just like Han Fei. 'You are quite loyal.' The policeman pulled up the hemp rope and pinned the man with only one arm to the table: 'I am a criminal policeman. I followed the fugitive into the paradise and finally succeeded in killing him.
Captured, this guy is the fugitive.
The middle-aged man who fell on the table was very weak. His eyes when he looked at the police officer were full of regret and pain. When the police officer finished speaking, he shouted with all his strength: "Don't believe him! I'm chasing the prisoner."
Police, this 'person' is the fugitive! No matter how much the middle-aged man shouted, no one around him was willing to speak out. The police officer also looked at him silently, with a sneer on his lips. 'There is still one last person left.'" The police officer did not.
Ignoring the one-armed fugitive, he and everyone looked at Han Fei who was wearing a mask: "What's your name?
"I" The blood scab under Han Fei's mask had not yet solidified. He knew that the manic laughter was staring at him. After a moment, he slowly said in a hoarse voice: "My name is Fu Yi." Almost as soon as he heard the name.
, the eyes of the only sober woman changed. Her eyes wandered between laughing wildly and Han Fei, and finally fell on Han Fei.
