My Healing Game

The stairs were shaking, bloodshots continued to spread on the walls, large-scale angry resentments and monsters who failed to transform their hatred fought.

The calm night was broken, the black fog surrounding the building was stirred, Han Fei also heard the looming singing in the community!

Before the black mist enveloped the residential buildings of the community, isolated from the outside world, now the two grievances caused too much movement, even the black mist could not hide.

"The singing voice did not leave, it is also in the community!"

Han Fei found that he had guessed well, and the black mist had isolated everything. The singing voice could not find itself for the time being, but it did not give up on leaving.

In the depths of the black mist, apart from singing, there are screams from time to time, and it seems that something is in line with the singing.

Normally, if the jumper and the red skirt fight, the manager of the dead building will most likely come forward, but now the manager seems to have more important things to do, and he can no longer take care of the management of Building One.

"Part of the butterfly's consciousness is aimed at Huang Ying, and the left hand is dragged by the singing. It is indeed a good opportunity to explore here." Han Fei ran towards the other side of the stairs. After he ran a few meters away, he suddenly found Hua Brother stayed behind.

"Hua brother?"

Two large grievances appeared on the top floor, and the horrible scene stimulated Brother Hua. At this time, the rich expression on his face was much less, and only fear and anxiety were left.

The more frightened, the more obvious the pattern spreading from the back of his neck, his memory and self-awareness are being taken away by the butterfly pattern!

Security is a flowerpot that meets the requirements of butterflies, and a strong fear is a ripening agent, which can make the seeds in the flowerpot bloom and bear faster.

Jin Sheng once reminded Han Fei that the more afraid he is in the dead building, the more dangerous it is.

Han Fei didn't know what would happen to Brother Hua. He still had a good impression of this conscientious security guard.

The memory of the security has been modified by Butterfly. No one knows what Hua Ge did before, but judging from some of his instinctive reactions, he is not bad in nature.

"I feel a little pain in my head, and my body is light and fluttering. There seems to be something else in my mind that I have never done before. I still see..." Brother Hua's shoulders were trembling, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. Dark patches began to appear: "I also saw what I looked like when I died!"

His face was slightly deformed, and Brother Hua's hands trembled and grabbed Han Fei: "I, I..."

"Snapped!"

Holding the rubber rod, Han Fei aimed at Brother Hua's palm and slapped hard.

The pain caused Brother Hua to withdraw his hand immediately, and a trace of doubt appeared on his changing face: "Why are you hitting me?"

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!"

"It's okay if you know it hurts. Now it's not the time to talk about those things, leave this level first!" If it wasn't for fear of hitting Hua Ge stupidly, Han Fei was aiming at the head just now.

The rubber rod can't hurt the ghost, and Hua Ge can feel the pain, which means that he is still alive in the memory the butterfly has woven for him. He has not completely collapsed, and it is necessary to rescue him.

Living in the deep world, Han Fei can only use this simplest way to make decisions.

Crude, but effective.

Let Hua Ge think wildly, he might be controlled by the pattern, which is already the best result.

The three security guards ran to the other side of the corridor, and Han Fei was the fastest with Xiao Fang on his back.

As it gets closer and closer to 4:44 in the morning, the modern decoration inside the building is getting old at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the white wall skin begins to fall off, revealing the strange and scary blood graffiti below, as well as various spirits. Confusing words.

The host of rooms 1044 and 1244 fought to death, speeding up the entire building's abnormal change, and the gap between the floor tiles and the wall above his head began to blush, as if blood was spreading.

The other residents in the building also became active, all kinds of noises and strange noises came into their ears, and everyone seemed to be crazy!

When he left the twenty-fourth floor, Han Fei glanced back. The fragments of the red skirt were scattered everywhere, like blood-red snow floating on the corridor.

But no matter how many times the jumper tore the red skirt to pieces, she can recover, and the grievances on her body are getting heavier and heavier.

Everything is just like what the security guards said, no matter how you send the red skirt away, it will come back.

When Han Fei looked back, he discovered something more terrifying. The two oversized resentments were still moving in the direction of Han Fei during the struggle between life and death.

They all seemed to want to kill the three security guards with their own hands. In addition to venting their anger and resentment, their struggle seemed to be fighting for the right to kill.

"Sure enough, this place is not for Level 12!"

Withdrawing his gaze, Han Fei ran into the corridor without stopping.

Thinking of the mission requirements in his mind, he needs to perform a complete patrol mission before he can exit the game.

But this task is more than just running around the stairs. According to the patrol regulations in the security room, they need to check the monitoring and fire protection items on each floor and record all the damaged items. If the owner has difficulties and Yes, they also need to provide help within their capacity.

As an example of the F-level mission of the Jumping Ghost, Han Fei didn't dare to be careless. He was always paying attention to the monitoring and surroundings while running.

His memory is far beyond ordinary people. It is not difficult to remember whether these things are damaged and whether the damage is serious.

It is really difficult for him to meet other owners. The duty of the security guard is to protect the owners. If the owners have needs, then he must provide assistance, just like Hua Ge did before.

After the night patrol mission is completed, there is a probability of obtaining a special hidden occupation-the dead building security, he is now in-depth understanding of the responsibilities of the dead building security.

When he rushed to the 23rd floor, Han Fei saw a human face at the security gate in advance. As he passed there, the security gate was ready to open.

Turning around and kicking, Han Fei closed the security door: "The roof is haunted! It's dead! Go home and stay!"

He is definitely not afraid of trouble, that sincere heart is full of care and love for the owner.

Running wildly along the old stairs, the steps became slippery and slippery, and the sound-controlled light above my head flickered and dimmed. When I ran to the 22nd floor, a child's cry came from the corner of the stairs.

It was a little boy dressed in floral clothes, his body and arms were full of bruises, and his mouth kept calling mom, mom...

In this situation, it is impossible for Han Fei to help him find his mother, and it would be inappropriate to leave the child behind.

When passing by the child, Han Fei grabbed the child by the collar: "Go! Brother security guard will take you to find your mother!"

Being caught by Han Fei, the child cried more violently. He was transferred to Xiao Fang's hands while he was still struggling, and Han Fei was carrying one more person on his back.

"Brother Bai..." Xiao Fang looked at the boy next to him, feeling awe in Han Fei. In this dangerous situation, he still chose to save people. It really wouldn't work if he didn't admire him.

Think about it carefully, wasn't he also rescued by Han Fei?

"There really are people like Brother Bai in this world!"

At the moment when Han Fei ran with the child on his back, the security door on the 22nd floor was knocked open, and a woman with a sullen body and a syringe rushed out.

Her face was disfigured, and there were clear butterfly patterns on her arms. She was lying in ambush behind the door just now. If Han Fei hesitated a little bit, she might be pierced by the needle.

The child is just a bait to attract people to stop, and I don't know what happened to the woman to become so perverted.

But it doesn't matter anymore, now she hasn't been pierced, and the child has been carried away!

After living in the building for so many years, it was the first time she encountered such a bad thing.

When the woman holding the syringe rushed out, Brother Hua happened to come over. He was terrified and he saw the woman chasing downstairs.

The child's cry was very loud, and Han Fei vaguely heard something behind him, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

"Brother Bai, the child's family seems to be chasing him?"

"Don't worry, just run!" Han Fei swears that he said this sentence out of good intentions: "The upstairs is haunted, she may be hit by two grievances when she chases over and goes home. Let her follow us, maybe she can still Live."

"Brother Bai, you are really thoughtful!"

"After all, we are the security of this community."

In the blink of an eye, Han Fei had already reached the twentieth floor. There were no sound control lights on the even-numbered floors, and the security door on this floor was still open.

Without approaching, Xiao Fang had already had an unknown premonition.

As they passed by, a wet arm stretched out from the darkness, stinking black hair clung to the cheek, and a pale face looked at Han Fei and Xiaofang.

"They left me alone in that cold place, folded and bent, and I was alone. I counted the knife marks on my back..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Fei reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist.

"Touch the secrets of the soul!"

With mental arithmetic and unintentional, she pulled with all her strength. When the woman reacted, she was already pressing on Xiao Fang.

The wet black hair was attached to Xiaofang's forehead. This was the closest he had ever had contact with women since he was single for more than 20 years, but he didn't dare to look back.

"Bai, Bai, Brother Bai..." Xiaofang felt cold all over, and the consciousness he had lost after being touched by the businessman was slowly recovering, but the first thing he felt was the icy chill!

With three people on his back, Han Fei was also bent over, but he did not dare to stay.

After running through the nineteenth floor, some paper money was scattered in the corridor of the eighteenth floor. The businessman wearing linen and filial piety walked out of the darkness, but he saw Han Fei carrying a lot of people and "things" on his back as soon as he was halfway there.

The expression on his face was slightly frozen, and the steps he took out vaguely meant to withdraw.

Han Fei also saw the businessman, the red skirt was not in his hands, Chongxi was out of luck. But he was not afraid, and shouted directly at the businessman.

"together!"

The businessman is very rich, and Han Fei wants to take him with him, but the businessman seems to have understood the meaning wrong and thought that Han Fei wanted to do something strange.

Shaking his head with embarrassment, the businessman spat three times to the side. Superstitious "people" like them usually react like this when they encounter something very unlucky.

"Upstairs is haunted! You go home quickly!"

Han Fei didn't forget to exhort him. After he ran away, the sound of footsteps sounded again. The businessman looked behind him with greedy eyes, and a huge syringe almost plunged into his head.

"Go!" The woman holding the syringe went crazy and rushed downstairs. After the businessman avoided, she turned her head and closed the safety door, as if she was going to go home and look at the almanac before coming out.

Han Fei ran downstairs recklessly, carrying more and more "things" on his back. If there were one or two, then Han Fei was likely to be attacked, but if he carried too much, no one dared to act rashly.

It's just difficult for Xiaofang, this young security guard whose memory has been tampered with is surrounded by layers, and he is under great pressure now.

Brother Hua who followed was also taken aback. Along the way, what Han Fei was carrying had completely covered himself. Seen from the back, it is simply a mountain of mobile "people".

Successfully ran to the first floor, Han Fei created a miracle, but the night patrol was not over yet.

"Two grievances on the top of the building are fighting each other! I have tried my best to help you!"

Han Fei's words were not for the owners. He wanted to tell the system that this is how he cares for and helps the owners.

"Brother Hua! Do you have the key to the corridor door! We will send the neighbor out!" Han Fei yelled as he ran forward.

Brother Hua couldn't see Han Fei, but could only hear Han Fei's voice from Renshan: "To prevent accidents, all keys to public safety doors are kept in the storage room of Building 4!"

Unable to get out, unable to send so many owners away, Han Fei didn't know what to do.

At this moment, footsteps sounded on the other side of the stairs, and a deliveryman carrying a huge carcass walked out of the corridor.

He habitually lay on the security door next to him, his whole body pressed against the door panel, his eyes leaning out of the cat's eye.

"Is anyone at home? The takeaway you want has arrived...If there is no one, I will come in!"

Fingernails scratched the door panel, each hand stretched out from the takeaway box, grabbing the door handle together.

"Delivery!"

When the door was pulled, Han Fei rushed over with the owner of the half-floor.

"It was you who killed the red skirt! It was you who sneaked into everyone's home! Today we finally caught the current!"

When Han Fei saw the takeaway ghost, one thing occurred to him. The night patrol only needs to help the owners of the community. This is the responsibility of the security guard, but there is a ghost in the building who is not the owner.

If you want to let everyone vent their anger and resentment, isn't the takeaway ghost who killed the red skirt the best target?

Justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

With this idea, Han Fei ran into the takeaway ghost behind everyone's back.

The takeaway ghost who was still lying on the door was directly frightened. It was always a takeaway to find someone else. How could someone else come to him so passionately? He felt a little unbearable!

Grit your teeth!

"Xiao Fang! Hold on to me!"

When Han Fei passed by the takeaway ghost, he threw all the "things" on his back into the huge corpse box.

He picked up Xiao Fang, and as he continued to run, he did not forget to hammer something with the secret of touching the depths of his soul, screaming and wailing, curses and grievances erupted, and the most chaotic death building A night started like this!

With Xiao Fang and Hua Ge, Han Fei ran up the corridor from the other side.

Behind him was completely engulfed by darkness and curse. The takeaway ghost in the center was the worst. Even the corpse box behind him was smashed. There were really many things in other rooms inside.

He ran to the twenty-fourth floor in one breath, and Han Fei's physical strength couldn't bear it. He felt that his legs were filled with lead water, and every step was very laborious.

"I have to quit the game quickly. I have too much physical exertion and I almost can't run."

Han Fei feels that he will not be able to mix in the film and television industry in the future, and it is estimated that he can continue to be an athlete with the help of this game. As long as he remembered the feeling of being chased by a ghost, he should be able to run fast in reality, after all, that emotion has penetrated into his bones.

"There are so many ghosts hidden in this building..." Brother Hua panted~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His condition seemed to be a little better. The main reason was that all such terrifying ghosts were carried away by Han Fei alone. Shock has far exceeded fear.

"Brother Bai, how did you come up with such a method?" Xiao Fang's name for Han Fei has risen from Baisi to Brother Bai, his eyes full of respect.

"I just imitated, and my teacher often does this. He is the first security guard I have ever seen here." Han Fei was talking about the uncle of the security guard at Yimin Private College. Compared with others, Han Fei is even worse.

Climbing to the fourth floor with difficulty, Han Fei finally returned to the security room before 4:44 in the morning, but when he was about to enter the door, a rustling noise suddenly came from Brother Hua's walkie-talkie.

"Is it finally possible to contact the security guards of other buildings?!" Xiao Fang was very excited, feeling like he was left behind.

Brother Hua also breathed a sigh of relief. He put the walkie-talkie to his ear, but when he was about to speak, a woman's voice came out from the walkie-talkie.

"Why did you leave me there alone..."