My Healing Game

"I have already told you what I know. If you mix with spiders, you will be implicated sooner or later." The old man coughed a few times, he kept blocking the door, and never let Han Fei enter the house from beginning to end: "You use his story. Filming is just looking for death. If you don’t stop, sooner or later someone in your crew will encounter accidents."

The muddy eyes slowly turned, and the old man seemed to have seen the scene of a tragic death: "I know you don't believe what I said, and soon you should realize that the night and day of this building are completely different."

Seeing that Han Fei did not waver, the old man stopped persuading him, but his eyes on Han Fei were different from before, and he felt as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Old man, besides you, how many other families live in the building?" Han Fei wanted to visit other people again.

"Everyone who was able to walk was moved away, and the rest were elderly people and patients who lived alone. Half of their feet stepped into the coffin, and they couldn't move, and there was no contact with each other. It is estimated that even if they die at home, the neighbors will You won’t know until it stinks."

Compared with the bustling Xinhu District, the outer suburbs are full of desolation and dilapidation. The old people living in the building seem to have been completely forgotten by the outside world and are completely out of touch with the outside.

"It’s really scary to be lonely without care of relatives." Han Fei found a newspaper in the house and left his phone number on it: "Old man, this is my phone number. If you are in this building If you encounter anything, or if you need help, you can call me."

No more clues, Han Fei was about to leave. When he walked to the door of the room, the old man holding the newspaper suddenly spoke up.

"A few days before the writer was dying, he received some letters. No one knows who sent those letters, or he may have sent them to himself."

"Letter?" Han Fei is relatively unfamiliar with letters, even in relatively remote places in this era, few people write letters.

"My son once opened a letter with some strange words written in a mess. In addition to these, there are also a few butterfly wings." The old man seemed to be talking to himself; "I also told this information. Others, but everyone who knows is dead, I hope you can be an exception."

The old man walked to the living room tremblingly. He lifted the black cloth on a shrine, mumbling sins and karma, constantly confessing something.

Han Fei didn't see the scene inside the shrine, he just saw light blood and bird feathers remaining on the black cloth covering the shrine.

The bird in the cage seems to have been taken by the old man to sacrifice to the **** in the building.

Leaving the room, Han Fei returned to the fourth floor with the script.

Within a few minutes of his departure, the writer's door on the fourth floor was opened again.

"Didn't it be locked just now? Someone was hiding in a room on the fourth floor before?"

This slightly strange thing caught Han Fei's attention, and he slowly opened the door without letting go of any details.

"From the information we have now, there must be a certain connection between spiders and butterflies. Spiders may know who the butterflies are. Because they know this secret, anyone who approaches the spider will be killed by the butterfly."

Han Fei also didn't know if there were ghosts in reality, but he knew that the method of killing by the butterfly happened to be the same as the old man said, disguising all deaths as suicide, and using all kinds of accidents to create fear.

"From the tracing of the human body pattern to the present, I am getting closer and closer to the butterfly."

Pushing open the door, Han Fei entered room 401 where the spider once lived.

Judging from the furnishings and various arrangements in the house, it is not like a writer's room at all. There are medicine boxes and medicine bottles on the floor, on the table, in the open drawer, and on the TV.

Director Zhang was also very surprised when he entered the spider's house for the first time, but he did not destroy the spider's room. He just performed a simple dust removal. He wanted to keep the original appearance of the house.

The spider didn't live in the affiliated yard of the meat joint factory at first. He came here specifically to write a book.

In other words, this place is the cemetery he chose for his other eight personalities, and he wants to record the process of killing the other eight himself.

The spider in the eyes of outsiders is a madman, and the spider in the eyes of a doctor is also a madman. He is really suffering from the disease, but he doesn’t think so. He thinks there are reasons for the existence of the other eight personalities. He never felt that They are a kind of illness, but treat them as living people.

Entering the spider's study, the messy desk is full of various medicine bottles.

There are three big locks hanging on the desk drawer. It can be seen that the spider is unwilling to share the secrets of the drawer with anyone, but those locks were opened long ago.

I opened the drawer and it was full of letters.

Those letters did not write the sender or the recipient. It seems that the spiders wrote to themselves.

Han Fei opened a few letters and looked at them. These letters were written in the reader's tone. Most of them were exchanging plots with spiders and discussing some doubts about life.

Han Fei, who knew that Spiders had no readers, felt that these letters were all questions and answers from Spiders at first. He just read them one by one, not letting go of any clues.

When he saw the thirty-fourth letter, he suddenly realized that the letter in his hand was different from the others.

Inside the worn envelope was a piece of dried butterfly wing fragments. The original intact wing seemed to have been accidentally shattered by someone.

Han Fei took out the letter paper a little bit. The handwriting on the letter was exactly the same as the other letters, but the content of the letter was completely different. Only three words were written on it-who are you?

When he saw these three words, Han Fei turned his head and looked around. He had a very strange feeling at this time, as if these three words were meant to him.

After closing the envelope, Han Fei continued to look, and soon he found another strange letter.

The letter written this time is still a question-do you believe there are ghosts in the world?

"It feels like he is talking to me." Standing alone in the dead room, Han Fei was not afraid. He carefully checked the letter, and then he found the third letter with butterfly wings hidden.

After opening it, there is still a question on the letter paper-guess where I am hiding?

"Butterfly received these three letters? Is this sent to him by a certain personality? Or is it that the butterfly is imitating a certain personality of him?"

Three strange letters and three strange questions. Han Feiguang couldn't infer the relationship between the butterfly and the spider from these, but he used his super memory to record all the contents of the letters.

"The spider and the butterfly should have fought each other in some way. It seems that the spider has won. He found the real body of the butterfly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he also paid a huge price."

Director Zhang and the others believed that the enemy of the spider was the other eight personalities, but Han Fei was different. He always felt that everything that happened to the spider was related to the butterfly.

Putting all the letters back to their original places, Han Fei looked at the bookshelf next to him, and there was a book that seemed to have just been moved.

He opened the book, and there was just a sentence marked out where the bookmark was placed-"I know your name, I know your looks, I have been looking at you, this building will be your cemetery ".

The sentence in the book seemed to be deliberately left for Han Fei. He slowly turned around, and scenes flashed in his mind: "When I first came to the fourth floor, the door of Room 401 could not be opened. There should be other people in the room, and this sentence in the book is probably left to me by that person."

The crew has taken down the entire building, and those who can get in at this time are most likely the actors and crew members.

"The filming location of "Mystery Novelist" is located in the remote northern suburbs of Xinhu, far from the urban area. The nearest police station is also two kilometers away. This is indeed a good opportunity for the butterfly to kill me."