My Healing Game

Not only was the wardrobe door locked, but there was also tape stuck to the seam of the door. It seemed that people outside the wardrobe felt that the wardrobe was a very unknown item.

"Outside the closet seems to be a very ordinary bedroom, no blood, no corpses, no strange things, a bit like... reality."

Lying on the closet door, Han Fei tried to adjust his perspective, his heart beating at this moment.

After stopping behind the cabinet door for a long time, the room outside the closet was still very quiet, and no one came in.

"No matter where it is outside, I have already walked here. I have to go out and have a look." Han Fei didn't leave alone. He returned the same way and picked up the woman and the middle-aged man.

When she first heard that Han Fei had found a way out, the woman didn't believe it at all. She even suspected that Han Fei was possessed by a ghost. When she actually saw the door of the monster's body, she knew that the man in front of her had not lied.

"It turns out that the exit is in the monster's mouth. No wonder I haven't been able to find a way." The woman recalled her experience these days, her hand holding the fruit knife turned pale.

"As long as we open the cabinet door, can we go back?" The middle-aged man's tone was obviously excited. He looked at Han Fei and his eyes were full of gratitude: "My wife and children must be worried! Let's open the cabinet door quickly. !"

The man couldn't wait to stare at the door of the cabinet. This time he learned to be clever and not reckless, so he asked Han Fei's opinion with his eyes before acting.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Han Fei couldn't bear to tell him that 90% of all those who were dragged into the deep world by the butterfly had already died in reality.

Even if the outside of the wardrobe is really reality, the middle-aged man should be just a consciousness that will dissipate at any time.

"The outside of the wardrobe should not be reality. An ordinary wardrobe is just a passage connecting two places. Among the countless wardrobes, there should be only one wardrobe that can lead us out of the nightmare."

Han Fei knew very well that the wardrobe that really connected the dreamland and the deep world was most likely in room 4444. They only need to take a look at the house number after they go out. If it is not room 4444, it means that this is just an ordinary wardrobe passage.

With the knife sticking out of the closet gap, Han Fei cut the tape on the cabinet door little by little. If this scene is seen by people outside the closet, it will probably feel very scary.

The lock on the wardrobe was difficult to remove, and Han Fei simply removed the door of the cabinet.

The white light shone on his face, and the middle-aged man squatted greedily next to the closet. It seemed that he felt very happy just by being illuminated.

The woman next to her subconsciously avoided the light. After living in the blood-red wardrobe for too long, she was a little unaccustomed to the light.

"Come back, this nightmare is finally over!" The middle-aged man was emotional, he was lying on the ground in that scary blood suit, and reached out to touch the tiles on the ground: "The tiger's mouth is out of danger, and I will live well in the future and love me well. Wife and children."

"Don't be busy planning, the nightmare is not over yet." Putting the disassembled cabinet door back to its original place, Han Fei walked to the window and opened the thick curtain.

The dark night sky can only see through a ray of light, there is no star and moon, only the endless darkness.

The black mist blocked his vision, and Han Fei could only vaguely see the outlines of three tall buildings not far away.

"This is still in the dead building community, and I haven't left the deep world."

I don't know why, after confirming this fact, Han Fei was relieved: "The wardrobe is the passage and entrance. I ran from room 1144 to another room in the dead building community."

The most urgent task now is to determine his position. Han Fei was about to walk out of the bedroom when the last woman who left the closet suddenly spoke.

"What do you think this is?"

The woman found a black-and-white photo in the left corner of the closet. In the photo, it was a tall and thin middle-aged man.

Obviously it is a photo of Zhang's death, but the man in the photo is smiling happily and his face is full of happiness. He gestured towards the camera, as if he had prepared a meal, standing at the door of his house, waiting for his wife and children to return home.

"The deceased doesn't feel as old as I am." Feng Ziyu's unlucky neighbor said, and he also gave the photo to Han Fei.

As soon as he saw the photo, Han Fei's eyes changed.

"Zhuang Ren?!"

Although much younger than in reality, Han Fei recognized him at a glance.

The posthumous photo captured Zhuang Ren's happiest moment. At that time, Zhuang Ren's family had no accidents, and he had an enviable life.

"Zhuang Ren said that his family was locked in the dead building. Could it be that this room is the room of Zhuang Ren's family?!" Han Fei took a deep breath and calmed himself: "Where did you find this picture? "

"Next to the closet." The woman pointed to the corner of the closet, where there was a brazier with ashes left by the burning of a large amount of paper money.

Han Fei was familiar with the scene before him. When he was working as a manager on the ninth floor of Xingfu Community, he had seen a similar brazier, except that his photo was placed in the basin.

"There are other things written on the back of the photo!" The middle-aged man exclaimed. He turned the photo to the back. A weird human figure was painted on it. Each part was marked with complicated ancient characters and blood-stained symbols: "You Can you understand what is written on it?"

Han Fei shook his head and suffered a loss of ignorance. In order to live better in the future, he is determined to work hard and learn more.

"I can understand a bit. This seems to be a kind of ritual that can bring back the soul of the deceased on a certain day." The woman took the photo and looked at it for a long time. Her face slowly turned blue and she subconsciously moved away from the bedroom. Among the closets.

"what's happenin?"

"The photo says that the first step in the ceremony is to split the coffin of the deceased into a piece of furniture that can be used by the living, and keep it in the home so that the breath of the living and the breath of the dead can be mixed, regardless of each other. "The woman's face is getting worse and worse: "This wardrobe facing the bed seems to be made of coffins."

"Are the soul-calling rituals? What are the next steps?"

"After the furniture made of coffins has been placed in the house for a long time, strange sounds and footsteps may be heard at night. At this time, we must be careful ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ because it is not family members that may come back, but other things." Woman I frowned and looked at the photo. The text at the back was too obscure, and there were a lot of weird symbols in it, and I couldn't understand it at all.

Someone taught Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter to call upon their souls, but the reality is that Zhuang Ren did not die. It was Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter who died.

There was a trace of doubt in Han Fei's eyes. What would happen to ghosts in the deep world to call souls to living people every day? Does Zhuang Ren's continuous weakness have something to do with this?

He silently memorized the text pattern on the back of the photo, and after he quit the game, he was going to find someone to take a look.

If this ritual is really useful, he wants to try it next time.

If something special can be summoned, the dead building will definitely become more lively.

The horrible and evil spirit calling became like opening a blind box here in Han Fei. Anyway, no matter what was "opened" in the dead building, the butterfly was the last one to pay the bill.

All the shocks are surprises to Han Fei. He only needs to find a safe corner to quit the game.