After saying Bai Cha's name, Han Fei looked at the old man next to him: "We are all sitting on the same boat now. There is no need to hide it anymore, right? Knowing the abilities of our friends can also allow us to deal with dangers more effectively."
The old man was frightened by Han Fei's masterful acting skills. He thought for a long time, tore off a leaf from the strange plant behind his back and handed it to Han Fei: "I am a scrap dropped by the gods when they created a certain work. I have no name." , I only remember the number 100. My body and soul are like a broken flowerpot, and the core is the flower growing on my back."
"The plant on your back is a flower?" Han Fei really didn't see it at first.
"Yes, a flower that even the gods think is an eyesore." The old man did not continue the topic. He looked at Sister Hong warily: "We have both confessed, what about you?"
"I'm just an ordinary woman in the red alley."
"How can ordinary residents know so many inside stories?" The old man obviously didn't believe it, but if Sister Hong didn't tell him, there was nothing he could do. If he wanted to spend the night safely, he had to rely on Sister Hong.
The sound of water running in the bathroom slowly stopped, and Xiaozhu, who had put on another piece of clothing, walked out of the house. Her mood became slightly more stable.
"Thanks."
With a skinny body like a flower stem that could easily be broken, Xiaozhu walked to the side of the bed and dug out two bones-carved coins from the smelly gap.
"You can keep it for yourself. I'm not short of money. I usually feed this to the dogs." Han Fei rejected Xiaozhu. When he was about to say something, there was a strange sound of footsteps outside the house. The other person seemed to be walking in the corridor with shoes filled with water.
Several people in the room closed their mouths in a tacit understanding, and they looked at the door together.
The person making strange footsteps in the corridor seems to be looking for someone. He will randomly open the door to check. If the people in the room dare to resist, the yelling will soon turn into screams.
Sister Hong motioned for everyone not to move. She quietly approached the door and looked out along the crack in the door. Several messengers in red raincoats staggered past her door.
Perhaps it was Han Fei's extremely high luck that played a role in the red raincoat not stopping at their door.
"Those believers rarely come to the sixth floor. Did something happen?" Sister Hong waited until those people left before she dared to express her doubts.
"Is there a messenger patrolling the street outside?" Han Fei also walked over. When he saw the water stains on the ground and the scratches left by the raincoat, he immediately understood that the believer mentioned by Sister Hong was the messenger in the system prompt.
"Believers are the most loyal fanatics of gods. Sometimes I suspect that they have no self-awareness and are just puppets controlled by some kind of power. But the most terrifying thing is that they usually behave like normal people. Only when we blaspheme the gods, They will be exposed."
"I understand, believers are tools used by gods to monitor this building." Others cannot identify believers, but Han Fei can easily determine whether a person is a believer through the system's identification function, which is another good thing for him. Message: "We should be able to survive just fine in this building as long as we don't 'anger' the gods."
Hiding in hiding is not Han Fei's style. He wants to find a way out in this sinful land...
"It cannot be said that all the sins and resentments are locked here. Since he wants to raise poison, it is better for us to eat other evils and make ourselves the most poisonous one."
Sister Hong and the old man just want to hide, but Han Fei is ready to fight. This is the difference in pattern.
"Don't be impulsive." The old man reminded him at the right moment.
"Chaos is the ladder to ascend. There are no explicit rules or restrictions here. As long as we are nimble and move fast enough, we can completely make ourselves a new totalitarian." The ambition in Han Fei's eyes burned like a flame, which made Sister Hong even
A little afraid to look at him: "You and Xiaozhu have been bullied a lot here. Have you ever thought that maybe one day you can bully others unscrupulously and torture all those who have tortured you to death?"
With a voice kissed by the devil, combined with masterful acting skills, and Guifu's professional temperament, Han Fei wanted to convince
It’s not difficult for Sister Hong: “If we cooperate well enough, I can help you become the new owner of Hong Lane.”
To be honest, Sister Hong was really moved. The numbness in her eyes faded a little. People who are struggling on the edge of life and death will always try their best to grasp the straw on the shore.
"What do you need me to do?"
"First of all, you have to tell me who are the regular customers of the restaurant, and I will find a way to get rid of them. Then I need you to tell me all the information about the current owner of Hong Lane." The content of Han Fei's words is similar to Ji's in every aspect.
The criminal masters are different, but they can give people a feeling of trust.
"The regular customers of the restaurant are not on this floor. Zhu Wu often goes to other floors to deliver food. There is someone upstairs who really likes his meat and even gave him an elevator card." Sister Hong's ambition was ignited by Han Fei and she started to take the initiative.
Explained to Han Fei: "The owner of Red Alley is quite special. You may not believe it, but what forces all the victims to sell their bodies is actually a piece of clothing."
"Clothes?" Han Fei and the old man were both confused.
"There are several red rooms in the deepest part of the sixth floor. There lives an extremely ugly Mazi. He is privately called a monster by his neighbors, but on the surface everyone still takes good care of him because he is the most skillful person here.
tailors and craftsmen.”
"Mazi is extremely ugly, but he adopted an extremely cute girl."
"As she grows older, the girl becomes more and more beautiful. She is like a flower blooming in this mud, and is incompatible with all the darkness around her."
"The tailor has been protecting the girl. In the eyes of the neighbors, the tailor takes great care and love for the child. He leaves all the good things to the child. Everyone thinks that their relationship must be very good. It is a rare purity in this sinful land."
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"But from one day onwards, the extremely beautiful girl never appeared again. The tailor frantically searched everywhere for his adopted daughter, but could not find his adopted daughter. He began to become crazy, with an irritable and twisted personality."
"The neighbors were sympathetic to the tailor at first, but no one expected what happened next."
"Late at night a week later, Mazi's adopted daughter reappeared on the sixth floor. She was made into clothes and put on Mazi's body. She could never escape Mazi's control."…
"Later, the neighbors found out that Mazi's love for his adopted daughter was abnormal, and it was Mazi who killed his adopted daughter's biological parents. He couldn't bear to be separated from his adopted daughter, so he finally made her adopted daughter into a piece of clothing."
"There are many people who know about this. Those who are able to escape have moved to other floors, and the rest have become the prey of the ghost craftsman. He completely regards himself as his adopted daughter and has become the most crazy and sick monster on this floor."
"He is dominated by desire and constantly repairs the human skin on his body. The dark red lights that can be seen everywhere in the red alley are not to create an ambiguous atmosphere, but to block the blood scabs and blood stains that can be seen everywhere."
Before Sister Hong finished telling the story about the owner of Hong Lane, a system prompt sounded in Han Fei's mind.
"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the E-level mission - the Ghost Craftsman Case."
"The Ghost Craftsman Case (Hidden Map Mission): He made countless items that he liked with his own hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not make love."
"Task requirement: Kill the ghost craftsman and destroy his new clothes."
Tapping his fingers lightly on the table, Han Fei narrowed his eyes: "Kill that pockmark, and Hong Lane will fall into our hands. This is a very worthwhile thing to do."
With a handsome face and a calm tone, he spoke the cruelest words.
Han Fei touched the ghost marks on his body. He had already made his decision: "Sister Hong, lead the way. We will go there now."
Without any detailed plan or strategy, Han Fei decisively made everyone else in the room uncomfortable. They didn't know
Han Fei only needs to complete one task to exit the game, so he cannot understand Han Fei's sense of urgency.
"There are other special beings in Hong Lane, such as the Zhu Wu you met before. Wouldn't it be too reckless for us to go there now?" Sister Hong hesitated.
"By the time they react, it will be over. If they disobey, then let them become my new crime."
Han Fei opened the door gently, and Sister Hong and the old man followed. The three of them entered the intricate corridor again.
This place is like a maze. Without the indigenous people to lead the way, there is no way to get out. It will only get deeper and deeper.
After going around several corners, Sister Hong opened a door that was ajar. The room was filled with stinky garbage, and pieces of severed skin and a large amount of broken hair were thrown in the corner.
"Going out of the back door of this room is the depth of Hong Lane. Some people from other floors will also go there to play." Sister Hong's
Her voice was trembling, and she seemed to have remembered something terrible: "In order to vent their desires and resentments, they will try all kinds of terrible ways. That is their paradise and our hell."
"All garbage should be cleaned up." Han Fei said silently. The darkness and chaos of this skyscraper refreshed his understanding.
The three of them entered the house and were about to move forward when the old man at the end of the team suddenly turned around and stared at the corner: "What is that?"
Rotting garbage rolled to the ground, and a barely human-like corpse was actually moving.
Its chest was almost hollowed out, there was some black and red mold growing on its body, and its arms were obviously much longer than ordinary people.
Ever since Sister Hong opened the door, its eyes have opened very wide. The eyeballs are like broken glass balls, with a lot of turbidity attached to the surface, and there seems to be something else moving inside the pupils...
"This room will become a tomb house, and after a while it will completely turn into a monster." Sister Hong sighed: "There are fewer and fewer hidden passages."
"Can't we kill it?" Han Fei took out the butcher knife of death.
"It's useless. It's just a corpse. The more you stimulate it, the faster it will grow. It can't be killed at all." Before Sister Hong could finish her words, Han Fei picked up the butcher knife and cut off the corpse.
head.
What Sister Hong didn't expect was that a struggling shadow among the corpses was also chopped up by Han Fei, turning into dots of white light and blending into the light of the sword.
Those special molds and bugs melted directly, and the mutated corpses were eliminated by Han Fei.
"How did you do it?" Sister Hong's eyes were full of surprise. The tomb room was the most difficult room on the fifty floor of the building, but Han Fei could kill the opponent easily.
"This is another ability of mine." Han Fei felt the humanity absorbed by the butcher knife of the past life. In this extremely dirty place, there was still a glimmer of humanity.
From this, it can be seen that the corpse thrown in the tomb was a pretty good person during his lifetime. Perhaps it was because he once believed in this world that they were so unwilling after death.
Passing through an empty room filled with garbage, Sister Hong stopped in front of a door covered with mold.
She tore off a corner of her clothes and took out a dark key from under a nearby board with a rag on it.
"You two will pretend that you forced me to come here later. Please be tougher." Sister Hong tried twice and opened the door panel. Dark red light and scarlet mist poured out from the crack in the back door.
After wrapping the keys and putting them in her pocket, Sister Hong lowered her head and walked outside.
Harsh screams continued to come from the rooms on both sides of the corridor, mixed with other sounds.
Blood cigarettes were lit, and half-dead "guests" were paralyzed in the corridor. There were wounds on their bodies, and their limbs and organs had been dug away. However, they seemed not to feel the pain and were still smoking blood cigarettes.
, until the reddish-brown mold covered their bodies.