Chapter 92 The Reincarnation of Ten Deaths and No Life
"As long as I can complete this manager's task, I should be able to become the new building director."
Han Fei kept giving himself psychological hints. He had learned a lot of psychological knowledge before and planned to use it to heal his neighbors, but he didn't expect to use it on himself first.
"The mission didn't give any specific tips. It seems I have to figure it out on my own."
He glanced at the brazier on the ground, the photo frame and the deceased photos. This night seemed to be a night of rebirth.
"It always feels weird."
Han Fei turned his photo of himself upside down on the ground. He gently grabbed the door handle of room 1091. When he tried to push the door open, the system's voice rang in his mind.
"Attention player number 0000! You have to kill all the ghosts in this room! And save everyone!"
The door to room 1091 opened. Before Han Fei even walked in, a girl's head fell from the door frame and bit his neck!
Severe pain was felt, and Han Fei grabbed the head with both hands, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of him.
The blood blurred my eyes, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even scream.
The strength of his body became less and less, and pain came from everywhere. Han Fei fell to the ground, his consciousness became blurred, and he could no longer get up.
"Is this death?"
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His eyes suddenly opened, and Han Fei found himself standing at the door of Room 1091, smiling happily in the photo of himself on the ground.
"Have I died once?"
Everything happened too suddenly. The fundamental purpose of this mission seemed to be to kill the players by any means necessary and make them lose their memories.
Han Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and remembered the previous warning from the system.
In the manager mission, there is no death penalty for death, but memory will be lost. When you forget who you are, the previous manager will be reborn with the help of his own body.
"This mission is more dangerous and difficult than imagined!"
Han Fei recalled carefully first, and found that he did not seem to have forgotten anything important, and this was what made him most uneasy: "Have I completely forgotten something?"
Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Han Fei looked at room 1091 again: "As soon as the door opens, a girl's head will fall off. She will bite my neck off directly..."
Han Fei didn't want to try that kind of pain again. He looked around and picked up the brazier on the ground: "The system just gave me a reminder to kill all the ghosts in this room, but what should I take?"
To kill? To light a brazier? Or to bite them?"
After thinking for about five minutes, Han Fei didn't even touch the door this time. As a result, the door of room 1091 opened by itself, and the girl's head fell off again, biting Han Fei to death in a pool of blood.
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Opening his eyes, Han Fei subconsciously touched his neck: "If you stay too long, you will be killed. It seems that we can only find a way to enter the house!"
Cheering up, the first two deaths not only caused Han Fei pain, but also made him remember the position of the head. This time he had to avoid the other person and rush into the house directly.
Picking up the brazier full of paper money and ashes, Han Fei covered the iron basin in a certain direction the moment he opened the door!
"Bang!"
The girl's head hit the brazier, and a scream sounded in the room.
Han Fei knew that the other party was very strong, so he rushed into the house, pressed his body against the brazier, and tried to pin the man's head into the basin.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
While the head was banging on the brazier, Han Fei took the time to look at the room in front of him: "Glass coffee table, fruit bowl with rotten fruit, bedroom on the left, kitchen door on the right..."
When he could no longer suppress the crowd, Han Fei rushed directly to the kitchen. He needed a weapon, even a kitchen knife.
When I opened the kitchen door, a strong smell hit my face. There was a middle-aged woman chopping rotten pieces of meat in front of the chopping board!
When she saw Han Fei, she screamed and slashed Han Fei with the kitchen knife in her hand.
His blood surged, and he was bitten by a head on the back of his neck. Han Fei fell to the ground. He endured unimaginable pain, but his brain was working hard. His eyes scanned the room, trying desperately to remember more things!
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"The Fourth Death."
Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't know what he had forgotten. He hated this feeling very much.
"The difficulty of this task is beyond imagination. The most important thing is that every time you die, you will forget something. Now I have even forgotten what I forgot."
"If this continues, I may even forget that I am on a mission and who I am. Will I naturally think that I belong here?"
It was scary just thinking about it, and Han Fei counted the time silently in his mind: "There are two types of memory, one is brain memory, and the other is body memory. After many people lose their memory, their bodies will still remember some frequently repeated actions. Black
The box exists deep in my brain, and the most likely thing it can affect is just brain memory."
In order to leave a way out for himself and prevent himself from being completely lost, Han Fei decided to do something crazy.
He glanced at the photo frame containing his own photo, picked it up and smashed it to pieces. Then he held a piece of broken glass and scratched four bloody marks on his arm.
This is the fourth death!
Blood flowed from his fingers, and Han Fei felt the pain, and then he scratched the word "Han Fei" on the other arm.
"I have to repeat it after every death. I hope my body can remember this pain!"
Picking out the sharpest glass fragments and putting them in his pocket, Han Fei opened the door, first blocked the head with a brazier, and then rushed to the bedroom door on the other side of the house.
Being chased by heads, he did not dare to stay for a moment: "There are two bedroom doors. The first door has an alphabet and posters posted on it. It may be for children."
Holding the door handle, Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door closer to the living room.
Toys scattered on the floor came into view. Among the toys was a five or six-year-old child sitting with his back to Han Fei.
With the head behind him, Han Fei rushed directly into the house. He still remembered the last prompt of the system to kill all the ghosts and save everyone.
"Is this child human?"
He instinctively avoided the child, but the child still felt his presence, slowly turned his head, and a face full of scars appeared in front of Han Fei.
Then the child screamed, and two slender arms suddenly stretched out from the shadow behind the door. They strangled Han Fei and hung him directly in the room.
Han Fei, whose neck was deformed, his face turned purple, and his eyes were severely protruding, stared intently at the bedroom.
"There are blood-stained clothes in the gaps in the closet, half a face under the bed, a person hanging behind the curtains, the shadows under the desk move, and there are at least four ghosts in this bedroom..."
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Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't think about anything. He broke the photo frame first and began to train his body memory in his own way.
The bloody wounds represent a past that must never be forgotten.
