My Healing Game

Clothes were hung all around, stained with blood, mostly worn by the deceased. Every piece of clothing here represents a desperate memory.

In the labyrinth of deceased clothes, Han Fei encountered the first crisis.

The red skirt and the madman who entered the closet together disappeared, and Han Fei, who had stopped alone in the same place, was discovered by the things in the closet.

The slender arms were of different lengths, obviously belonging to different people, but they seemed to grow on the same body.

Pieces of blood clothes were gently pulled apart, and the twisted hands reached into the pockets of the clothes. It carefully searched for the objects left by the deceased, extracted the last memories of the deceased, and then ate them as snacks.

There is obviously no wind in the closet, but all the blood clothes are swaying slightly, like a corpse standing on the bottom of the water, except that it is not their black hair that floats, but the spreading bloodshot eyes.

Depressed to the point of breathlessness, more and more arms emerged from a certain direction, and the pale fingers seemed to have long noses and ears. Even if Han Fei tried his best to avoid it, he was still noticed by the other party.

Its movements slowly became rough, the hanging blood suit was pushed aside, and one of its arms seemed to have discovered something suddenly, and the giant python swimming in the dark river suddenly came to Han Fei!

Withdrawing the Resurrection Knife, his muscles tightened, and Han Fei was about to activate the ghost pattern, but at this moment, a music box was knocked down a few meters to his left, and strange but familiar music sounded in the closet.

The moment the sound appeared, the pale arm left and changed direction. In a corner that Han Fei hadn't noticed before, a few more arms emerged, and at the same time they grasped the location of the music box.

"so much?"

Han Fei only saw one arm, but actually there were five arms that came close quietly.

A blood suit behind him touched Han Fei's cheek, his shoulder sank suddenly, and a bandaged hand fell on him.

Turning his head to look, Han Fei found a woman in her early thirties standing behind him, her left hand was scratched by something, and her right hand was holding a fruit knife.

Without speaking, the woman had eyes indicating Han Fei to follow her.

Bend down and retreat quietly.

The woman seemed to know the wardrobe very well. She judged the direction by the location of the blood stains on the clothes and the area of ​​the blood stains. After leading Han Fei for a few minutes, she stopped.

"Why did you enter here?" Crouching down, the woman finally spoke. Her vocal cords seemed to be rubbing against broken glass, and every word made people feel uncomfortable.

"I always feel that there is something wrong with my wardrobe. I still dream about it. To be honest, I don't know whether I am in a nightmare or in reality." Han Fei's expression is impeccable and panicked. , Confused, frightened, forcing himself to calm down, but unable to completely conceal his anxiety. It is hard to imagine that a face can express so many emotions so clearly, and it feels very natural.

"This is not a nightmare, this is a place more terrifying than a nightmare, everything is true." The woman curled up in the blood coat, trying to make the blood coat cover her body as much as possible.

"Then how did you come here? It feels like you have lived here for a long time?" Han Fei looked at the woman. The other person was well-proportioned and looked relatively strong, with obvious muscles in his forearm.

"I came in looking for my son." The woman's voice was very low: "I have forgotten exactly when. At that time, my son always cried at night when he went to bed. One day he suddenly ran into my room at midnight and said that he was in the closet. Someone is watching him and he is scared."

"Did you not take his words to heart?"

"I checked the closet for him, and there was nothing in it." The woman held the knife and her voice was low and hoarse: "I decided to sleep with him that night, but in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a voice. I opened my eyes. I opened my eyes and looked at the sound, and found my son standing alone in front of the closet, muttering something constantly in his mouth..."

"I don't hear clearly, it seems to be saying-now she is my mother, don't come to play with me, the cabinet is dark and so on."

"There was no light in the room, and I was terrified at the time. I didn't dare to move until the door of the cabinet opened slowly, with clothes hanging in it."

"When I was grateful that everything was normal, a woman's face faintly appeared behind the hanging clothes. She looked like me! What scared me the most was that she seemed to be looking at me. The more she looked at me, the more her face became like me."

"I got up from the bed and turned on the light. Then something more disturbing appeared. I found my son was lying behind me. The boy standing in front of the closet was gone, but the door was still open. "

"After my son was awakened, he rubbed his eyes and asked me-Mom, what's wrong?"

"But when I listened to him calling my mother, I couldn't stop the chill in my heart, and a doubt appeared in my mind-is he really my son?"

The woman held the knife in her hand, and she did not forget to be alert when she was talking.

"From that day on, I felt like I was crazy. I would always hear the voice of a child in the room, and I would always see my son running across the room."

"I started to find out the origin of the wardrobe. The wardrobe was brought back from the second-hand market. It was well made and the price was very cheap. I thought it was a leak. Later I asked a professional to find out that the wardrobe seemed to be People have died."

"I went home to throw away the closet, but after I entered the house, I couldn't find my son. The only possibility I could think of was that this closet stole my son."

Strips of blue veins appeared on the back of the woman's hand holding the knife: "I dare not destroy the closet. I am afraid that after destroying it, I will never find my son again. From that day on, I have I bought all kinds of things and kept outside the closet every night."

"I slept during the day and guarded the cabinet at night, but nothing happened."

"It's been like this for a long time. Once I was so tired that I accidentally slept into the night."

"When I opened my eyes again, the closed wardrobe door was opened, and there seemed to be something hidden behind that piece of clothing."

"I opened my clothes and found the prepared gasoline. I took the fire and dumped it while entering the closet. I was ready. If I could not find my son, I would come back before the gasoline was poured and put it directly. The closet burns."

"What I didn't expect was that this wardrobe seemed to be at the junction of dreams and reality. The fire went out somehow before I walked far, and the lighter didn't work at all."

"What's worse, there are various monsters hidden in the closet. They started chasing me crazy. I was lucky to survive because of my luck."