"Hey! Be normal!" When Ji Zheng saw Han Fei like this, he rolled and hid aside: "As you can see, I didn't say anything outrageous. I have nothing to do with him becoming like this."
After finally finding a safe life gate, his teammates' mental state was having big problems. Ji Zheng covered the eyes of the terrified boy, worried that Han Fei would irritate the child and make the disaster ghost lose control again.
"There is another person in his body, and that is the real him." Mr. Mo kept playing with the radio, and after a long time, the intermittent voice of the dancer came from inside.
"Have you found the child? "He has been found, but now I am trapped in the building with him. His situation is not very optimistic. The bloody personality you mentioned before is devouring him!"
"We can't help him, he has to rely on himself."
The dancer's voice was full of exhaustion: "You go to the fiftieth floor as soon as possible. There is something that can help you in the hut left by the gardener and I."
A few seconds of conversation left two long cracks on the radio. Mr. Mo wanted to ask some questions, but the radio had stopped working.
He had no choice but to pick up a pen and write the word "quiet" with his own blood, and then slowly approached Han Fei.
"I can only help you so far."
The old man raised his hand to put the word Jing on Han Fei's head, but as soon as his hand touched the back of Han Fei's head, he was knocked out by an extremely desperate force.
The words he wrote were directly torn into pieces, and his arms were twisted and bent into a strange angle.
His teammates were severely beaten, and Han Fei woke up a little. He reluctantly stood up and walked towards Mingmen: "I can't suppress him anymore, let's go out for a walk first."
Blood slid down Han Fei's eyes, and the look he turned back frightened everyone in the room. Even Ji Zheng, who had become a night policeman, did not dare to look at Han Fei. When he walked out of the room, Han Fei closed the door of life.
At that time, he gave up all suppression of wild laughter. "You can do whatever you want. We should stand together and not become a constraint to each other."
The Blood Orphanage has been suppressed in the deepest part of Han Fei's mind, bound by all kinds of normal memories of Han Fei. Some people want to use Han Fei to change the laughter and neutralize the hatred and pain in the laughter, but Han Fei has no intention at all.
The plan to confront Kuangxiao. Compared with the mysterious planner, Han Fei felt that Kuangxiao was his own.
Han Fei might not be sure before, but after experiencing Fu Sheng's Paradise Shrine, Han Fei has clearly figured out that this body is originally made of laughter, and the most painful memories have always been borne by laughter. If the laughter wants to come back, then
Just let him come back.
The bloodshot eyes in his eyes were shattered, and Han Fei's eyes were stained red by blood. His appearance did not change much, but the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his smile became crazier and unscrupulous! Holding Da Ni's head down, Han Fei sat down
On its shoulders, Da Ni, who originally liked to "stick" with Han Fei, was now lying down. It began to run wildly in a certain direction. Among the walls around it, a large number of ghost children quietly emerged.
, those children were chirping as if they were showing the way to evildoers.
"He just left alone?"
Li Rou was a little worried. She wanted to open the life gate and take a look, but was stopped by Ji Zheng.
"You should worry more about yourself. He is a crime hunter, a being who can confront the gods on a conscious level."
Ji Zheng sat in front of Mingmen: "But he should be regarded as the most evil crime hunter I have ever seen. Where did the false god get such a top-notch person?"
"He entered the building on his own and had nothing to do with the gods."
Mr. Mo is also a member of the "Middle-aged and Elderly Killers Club". He learned some information from the dancers:
"The gods regard human souls as flowers and want to turn the city into their own garden. That young man is the flower that the gods have always wanted, a twin flower that should not exist."
"I don't understand what you are saying."
Ji Zheng buttoned his ears: "I just hope he doesn't die. That guy even promised to take me out of here."
The lights in the corridor went out again, but this time Han Fei became a wandering hunter. He quickly moved forward in the ever-changing corridor, running towards a place that could resonate with his memory. Han Fei also met on the way.
When some unscrupulous people arrived, they all became guilty of great evil in the end.
A normal crime hunter has a limited number of crimes that he can bear. Once he exceeds the critical point, he will go crazy and become a insane monster, but Da Sin does not seem to be troubled by this at all.
The god in the skyscraper wanted to imitate others and create an ultimate monster full of sins. Da Nie and Butterfly actually met his requirements, but Da Nie became Han Fei's pet, and Butterfly was killed by Han Fei.
Lou. After the lights went out five times in a row, a new life gate appeared in front of Kuangxiao, but he just stood at the door and felt it for a while, then urged Da Ni to go to other places. Each time the lights went out, the time became longer.
The walls and floor had completely turned into rotten flesh, and they now seemed to be running through a festering wound.
The ghost children surrounding Da Ni began to feel scared, but the smile on Han Fei's face became more and more crazy. He laughed hysterically, but the blood and tears on his face never dried up. After successfully killing the Nine Ghost Cards of Hearts, he had
After that, a special "life gate" covered with seals appeared in front of Han Fei.
Scarlet eyes glanced at the seal, which was full of the gods' descriptions of taboos and warnings to outsiders, but Kuangxiao didn't care, tore it into pieces, and kicked open the door. After he opened the door
At the most special life gate, the entire 25th floor fell into darkness and the lights stopped turning on. Harsh cries and laughter were mixed together. Han Fei found that after laughing wildly and entering the door, he had regained control of his body.
Looking around, he seemed to have left the skyscraper and arrived in another place.
"There is a small piece of memory of No. 2 hidden behind each door of life. My consciousness may have been pulled into the memory of No. 2." 1 Han Fei could feel that this room was different from other rooms, everything was too real.
As if he had returned to his childhood, the sound of endorsements came from the next room. Han Fei gently opened the door and took a look inside. A child who was thinner than his peers was reading. The child seemed to like reading very much. His room was filled with piles of books.
It was filled with all kinds of books and a lot of notes. Han Fei couldn't understand many of the things written in it.
"Are you the new caregiver?"
The boy didn't look back. He was distracted, reading and communicating with Han Fei: "Don't step on my books, and don't bother me except for experiments. My time is very tight." "The other children are playing outside.
Aren't you going with them?" Han Fei carefully moved the books away and found a place to sit down."
Humanity has accumulated countless amounts of knowledge over the past hundreds of years. This is the most precious wealth of all mankind. If I don’t invest all my time in it, I may not be able to reach the end of a certain field in my lifetime. Forget it, I tell you.
not understand."
The boy was reading very quickly. While reading, he was writing something: "Where's Dr. Fu? He promised to help me do a parabrain surgery, but I haven't seen him for a week."
"What is the accessory brain?"
“Something that allows me to do more things at the same time.”
The boy felt that talking to Han Fei was like coaxing a fool. "Sounds pretty powerful."
"Is this awesome?"
The boy raised his head and glanced at Han Fei, seeming to realize that Han Fei might not be a nurse here anymore: "To be hired as a nurse at the Yongsheng Pharmaceutical Welfare Home, you should also have your own specialties, right? Every nurse before has a skill.
It can also teach us something.”
"I... am good at acting." Han Fei quickly got into the mood and showed off his master-level acting skills. He can perfectly embody other people's lives, truly understand their emotions, and play each role well.
"How do you do this? Are you talented?" The boy was completely attracted by Han Fei and tried to make various expressions. He imitated it very quickly, but compared with Han Fei, he always felt that his soul was missing. "So you did it too.
Bad things." Han Fei had seen this child in the memory fragments of laughing wildly.
"I'm thirsty for knowledge, and I don't know much about anything involving emotions."
The boy was about to continue saying something when the doorbell rang. He immediately stood up and grabbed Han Fei's arm:
"Hide under the bed! I know you are not a nurse, wait until I come back!" After the doorbell rang three times, the real nursing home nurse and doctor entered the house. They were wearing protective clothing and their bodies were wrapped tightly. It seemed that the child was there.
There is something very dangerous hidden in the room.
"No. 2, are you sure you want to replace someone else in the experiment?"
A cold voice came from under the protective suit: "I want to confirm with you again."
"Don't waste your time on those wastes. The results obtained by doing ten experiments with them may not be as good as if I did it once."
The boy sat by the bed, straightening the sheets as if nothing had happened. "I never thought you would use the preferential treatment given by the doctor here." The first few people entered the house, tied up the boy's hands and feet: "Take him away."
The door was closed, and Han Fei crawled out from under the bed. He wanted to go out and check, but he found a sentence written on the book that the boy had opened - you will die if you go out, wait for me to come back. Han Fei closed the book, and he chose
Following the boy's advice. Sitting on the bed, surrounded by a room full of books and notes, Han Fei could not imagine what the life of No. 2 was like.
But one thing is for sure, No. 2 is different from all other children.
After waiting for a long time, Han Fei's consciousness was a little blurry, and then footsteps sounded outside. He hurriedly hid under the bed again. The door was opened, and a wheelchair was slowly pushed into the house. "It's okay, they have left."
Already." The boy's voice was calm, unchanged from when he left. Han Fei crawled out from under the bed, and when he saw the boy sitting in the wheelchair, his pupils suddenly narrowed.
The boy's eyes were gouged out, his left leg was sawed off, and there was a special metal chain around his waist that welded him to the wheelchair. "Why did they do this to you?"
"Maybe it's because they're scared."
A smile appeared on the boy's face: "They are very cautious, but I still have time."
"Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Han Fei squatted next to the boy's wheelchair and looked at the child who was called a genius by the doctors.
"I can't see for the time being. Can you help me read...the book I didn't finish reading in the morning?"
The boy didn't care about his injuries at all. His calmness made Han Fei a little worried. "Just reading?" Han Fei never expected that the boy would ask him for such a thing. "Reading is the easiest way to acquire knowledge." "Have it."
With the strongest brain and such hard work, it’s no wonder you can become a genius far beyond other children.”
Han Fei sighed sincerely.
"Genius?" The smile on the boy's face became a little far-fetched: "I never thought I was a genius, but they told me that only the most genius child can survive." "Then you have always been forced?
But I can’t feel the pain, pain and despair in my heart at all from you?”
Han Fei felt that the biggest characteristic of child No. 2 compared to other children was that he had no hatred or resentment in his heart, or that those negative emotions were transformed into other things.
"Hate clouds judgment and wastes my time."
The boy leaned on the wheelchair and subconsciously looked in the direction of the window, but his eyes were filled with darkness.
"The end of pain comes from thinking and reason. I don't believe there is unsolvable despair in the world, nor will I place my hope on illusory things.
The only god in this world who can and is willing to do his best to help you is called himself."