My Healing Game

All coincidences have become inevitable.

The battle between the butterfly and the spider also continued. From the results, it seemed that the spider was slightly better in the end.

Han Fei listened patiently to the black-clothed old man's explanation of the secrets in the building, including the various things that the manager had done in the building. In the eyes of the manager, apart from himself, other owners, grievances, and outsiders are all just tools.

In the building, all the owners with butterfly patterns on their bodies are the “people” who have been brutally attacked by managers and survived by chance. They have a deep understanding of the horror of managers.

"There are four family buildings in the Silou community. The managers have been staying in the fourth building and rarely come out. However, some residents in the building suspect that there is a very special room in the fourth building through which one can go to death. Anywhere in the building. That room is also the atrium of the manager of the dead building. If you want to really kill the manager, you must first find that room." The old man in black had no idea of ​​confronting the manager of the dead building before. Now to survive, she had to follow Han Fei's words and said: "No one knows where that room is, everyone only knows that the house number of that room seems to be 4444."

"Normally, there should be no such number in the room in the dead building. If you want to go to that room, you can't use the normal method." Han Fei looked at the closet, and he felt it necessary to try it.

After thinking for a while, Han Fei made a decision. He wanted to get the approval of other owners first, tie everyone on a boat, and then try to enter the closet.

Let the wedding dress woman stay in room 1144, Han Fei took other people to visit the owner layer by layer, and came to do ideological work.

With his unique personal charm, he conquered the surviving owners in Building 1. After obtaining their approval, the system gave Han Fei a prompt.

"Please pay attention to players with number 0000! After unremitting efforts, you have successfully obtained a hidden job-security guard in the dead building!"

"Whether to set it up as the main job?"

"no!"

"Please pay attention to players with number 0000! You have successfully obtained a side job-Dead Building Security! Randomly get two of the four professional talents of Dead Building Security!"

"Professional talent is free from death: When the death curse is triggered, there is a 10% probability of avoiding death!"

"Professional Talent Second Patrol: After midnight, the running speed increases!"

"Attention! The promotion of sideline and part-time jobs is extremely difficult, and the upgrade of professional talents requires three times the experience."

"With two careers, you have gradually become familiar with working life. You have seen more landscapes, and your perfect life has become more colorful as a result!"

"The eyes are full of blood red, where is the colorful?" Han Fei tried to run a few steps in the corridor. The job of security guard in the dead building was more useful than he thought. Just after midnight, the running speed increased. It made Han Fei feel very profitable.

Back in room 1144, Han Fei sat on the side of the bed and stared at the closet door silently. His eyes were calm, as if thinking about something very important.

No one in the house dared to disturb him. After a long time, when the exit button was lit, Han Fei got up and walked to the closet.

"This opportunity should not be missed, we will go in together."

With no worries, Han Fei took the chain, stood with the madman and the red skirt, and then looked at the old man in black coldly.

"It's not easy to live in the building. Why do you need to cause trouble, things that hate can't do? Can you do it?" The old man in black reluctantly walked to the closet, her hand touching the closet When the door was opened, the blood vessels on the surface of the cabinet slowly bulged, opening slowly as if they had life.

Blood vessels spread on the wall, and a pungent odor wafted from the cracks in the cabinet door. Before the old man in black completely opened the cabinet door, one arm grabbed her and dragged her directly into the cabinet.

A good "person" disappeared like this, and the lunatic hid back in fear.

"You are the back of the manager. They won't hurt you. Instead, you can take advantage of this and kill them." Han Fei taught the lunatic his experience, and he didn't know who was the real lunatic for a while.

It was getting closer and closer to four o'clock in the morning, and the wardrobe was constantly changing. Han Fei didn't waste any more time. He and the red skirt opened the cabinet door together.

The clothes hanging in the cabinet were stained with blood, and there were a lot of them.

The red skirt went in first, and then she reached out to Han Fei.

Han Fei grabbed her wrist and entered the closet with the madman. He pushed aside the clothes in front of him, but what surprised him was that there were more and more clothes, and the blood stains on the clothes became thicker and heavier. It looked like One by one, **** people were hung on a hanger.

From the outside, the wardrobe is not big, but after entering it, it seems to be trapped in a maze, with blood-red clothes everywhere.

At this time, the only thing that can give Han Fei a sense of security is the red skirt, but as he walks, Han Fei finds something wrong.

The arm he was holding was also wearing red clothes, but it didn't seem to be a skirt.

"Illusion interference?"

The other party did not stop, and Han Fei did not dare to let go. He turned his head and glanced at first, but the lunatic did not follow him.

When he looked forward, only a blood-red sleeve was left in his hand.

Holding the sleeves, standing in place, all around were covered with blood garments, and each blood garment seemed to represent an unjustly killed soul.

"Is this Butterfly's wardrobe? It is good at manipulating human heart and human nature. This smelly skin is his clothes?"

Han Fei did not act rashly. He knew that many cursed objects have unique abilities ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Once the curse carried by the cursed object itself is triggered, it will become more passive.

"I watched the red dress enter the closet with my own eyes. She is a big resentment, and ordinary F-class cursed objects can't trap her, so the safest way for me now is to wait here."

Han Fei with the exit button lit is fearless. In addition, there is the last cigarette in his inventory that has not been used. It is really dangerous. He can also light a cigarette to calm down.

The enemy won't move, I won't move.

About ten seconds later, the blood suit in the distance seemed to be touched by something, slowly shaking, and something was crawling in the closet.

Putting the blood-colored paper man on his shoulders, Han Fei squatted down with the mortal butcher knife. He stared at the slowly shaking blood suits, and finally locked in a certain direction.

Something in the depths of the cabinet seemed to be abnormal. The gray and white slender arms stretched out from behind the blood suit. It was rummaging through clothes one by one, and the rustling sound could torture a normal person to madness.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer, Han Fei held his breath, he was ready to fight.