My Healing Game

Han Fei played the dead building game not only to help Zhuang Ren, but also for himself.

He triggered the soul chaser mission in the deep world, and he must see the soul chaser behind him in order to survive.

It is almost impossible to see the soul chaser by normal means, so Han Fei put his hope in the dead building game now.

The previous tasks were similar, except that before Zhuang Wen was about to complete the integration, Han Fei took her child into room 1144.

"Is this a dead end?" Zhuang Ren couldn't understand Han Fei's operation more and more, but he didn't dare to directly question it. The comedian in front of him seemed to be familiar with the art of war. The meaning of.

Triggering the conversation of 1144 lunatic, Han Fei took Zhuang Wen's child into the closet and walked through the world full of blood-red clothes. Han Fei ran in the direction he remembered.

Even with extraordinary memory, Han Fei was still lost in the closet twice.

After playing from scratch for the third time, he finally found another cabinet door in the wardrobe world.

Estimating the time, when Zhuang Wen came after him, Han Fei opened the cabinet door.

A huge mouth appeared behind the cabinet door, and strips of black and red tongues wrapped around Zhuang Wen's human body like tentacles, dragging them into the closet.

Han Fei's mission has been completed, and he hides in the distance to observe in secret.

The furious Zhuang Wen shattered the teeth of the big mouth, grabbed its tongue, and jumped into the closet.

After waiting for a long time, Han Fei saw that Zhuang Wen had not yet come out of the closet, and he controlled the game characters to enter the closet.

Sliding down the "esophagus" and found the broken cabinet door deep in the monster's "intestines and stomach", Han Fei motioned to Zhuang Ren to take a closer look, and then he pushed the broken cabinet door open.

The familiar architectural layout and furniture kept Zhuang Ren's eyes from looking away for a long time, his cloudy eyes slowly widened, and the heart that had been silent for many years throbbed in his chest.

Manipulating characters to leave the closet is different from the deep world. The bedroom is full of blood-red footprints, both adults and children.

"They thought it was you who died, and they put your photo in the brazier." Manipulating the characters near the corner next to the wardrobe, Han Fei obtained a task prop in the brazier-photo.

The portrait in the black and white photo is exactly Zhuang Ren, and the steps of evocation are densely written on the back of the photo. Some of the preparatory measures are uncomfortable just listening.

"Me and my family live here?" Zhuang Ren's hand kept raising and then lowering it. He wanted to get the gamepad in Han Fei's hand, but he was afraid that he would kill the game character.

At this time, like a child, he stood up from the sofa and walked nervously in front of the TV: "What's outside that door? Is this photo taken for me? I..."

Zhuang Ren was a little incoherent. He played the dead building game for decades, and gradually he lost hope, just treating it as a way of escape.

But he didn't expect that on this day, Han Fei really found clues about his family in the dead building game, the feeling is simply indescribable.

"Things may not be as beautiful as you think. What you see is just a new nightmare." Han Fei pushed the bedroom door open. The living room outside was also full of blood footprints, and all the furniture was covered with black horror. curse.

This room looked like a ghost, but the architectural style and furnishings were the same as Zhuang Ren remembered, which gave him a strange sense of tearing.

Manipulate the game character to open the door of the second daughter's room. Before Han Fei entered, the living room door was opened. The background music of the game changed. That tune was different from the tune of the characters in the world, and it seemed that it was not the sound that a living person should hear.

"They should be here."

Han Fei let the game characters hide behind the door, and then he and Zhuang Ren stared at the game screen like this.

Before long, a woman holding a statue of God entered the living room, and two other girls followed behind her.

They didn't seem to see the weirdness of the room, and completely regarded it as a normal world, and then began to have a conversation about spiritualism in the living room.

Looking at the TV screen, Zhuang Ren stood beside the TV, his arms trembling slightly unconsciously.

The family members in the picture are still wearing the clothes they wore on the day of death. They seem to be alive on that day, the morning of leaving.

The death of all his family members dealt a severe blow to Zhuang Ren. He was directly destroyed. From middle age to old age, he could not get out for decades. He gave up his job, cut off social interaction, and became a non-competent person. Normal people.

Playing games with one-tenth of a million hopes every day, what he has been waiting for is this day, and now this day has come so suddenly, he hasn't even been mentally prepared yet.

My finger gently touched the game character on the TV screen, and all I could feel at my fingertips was the coldness and hardness of the TV screen.

"Found them..."

The family members living in the ghost mythical creature did not seem to be aware of the horror around them. They discussed the spirit-calling ceremony and wanted to bring the "dead" Zhuang Ren back to reunite with them.

The TV screen showed a sentence of dialogue, ordinary people may not understand Zhuang Ren's feelings, he really wants to give up everything to reunite with his family.

"My family found them in the death building game. Should I wake up from my dream?" Zhuang Ren sat on the ground: "Actually, I know that I can't live with them anymore. I will never be able to live with them. Entering such a small game. Thank you for helping me fulfill my wish. Now I really have no regrets."

Zhuang Ren, who had been crazy all the time, had a complicated expression at this moment, and he seemed to suddenly find himself sober.

The family is locked in a small game. It’s impossible to think about it. He just doesn’t want to face the death of his family, so he keeps playing the game, trying to escape the pain and give himself complete Falling into a desperate life an imaginary hope.

Now he found his family in the dead building game, but what he touched was the cold TV screen.

He fulfilled his life's wish, but also lost his last hope.

Sitting on the ground, Zhuang Ren suddenly felt sleepy. He wanted to get a good night's sleep, preferably never to wake up again.

"You have persisted for decades, is it too early to give up now?" Han Fei's voice was poured on Zhuang Ren's face like a basin of ice water, making him instantly sober: "This dead building game is just the director of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. Long prophecy, your family is not in this little game, but they do still exist because I have seen them with my own eyes."

Zhuang Ren finally looked away from the TV screen: "Have you... met them?"

"You don't trust me, don't you still believe in the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical? The man who is the closest to God will not deceive you casually." Han Fei continued to control the game characters, and finally got here, he was not ready to give up .

"If you can let me see them, I am willing to pay any price!" Zhuang Ren got up from the ground, with a trace of determination in his bloodshot eyes.

"I have already stated the conditions. In addition, I have to tell you one thing. Seeing your family may cost your life. Think about it." Han Fei did not urge Zhuang Ren, he continued to play the dead building. Game, hide and seek with Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter in a small room.

Zhuang Ren hesitated for a long time, he turned and entered the bedroom.

After half an hour, Zhuang Ren dragged a black box back to the living room.

The first time Han Fei saw the black box, his eyelids began to beat lightly. He had seen similar boxes.

When he bought the "Perfect Life" game helmet, the game helmet was installed in such a black box!

"The video I showed you before was not complete. This is my biggest secret." Zhuang Ren opened the black box and took out a video tape from it. He turned on the projector in the living room and put the video tape in the player.

Keeping fast-forwarding, when reaching a certain point, Zhuang Ren began to zoom in on the screen: "These are some scenes of the actress being violated on the set, you pay attention to the mirror in the lower left corner, at the sixteenth second."

In the picture, Zhuang Wen's mother is the horror film actress. She is like an evil, talking to herself, while entering the depths of the shooting site.

When passing a certain corner, he was dragged by a black shadow. Han Fei had seen this scene before.

But the next is the most important scene. The actress says Zhuang Ren's name, but the face that flashes on the mirror in the lower left corner of the screen is not Zhuang Ren at all, but the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical!

It's just that he in the mirror is completely different from what he is in normal times. His eyes are full of evil, and he is like the reincarnation of the devil.

"Butterfly is the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?" Han Fei opened his eyes wide.

He continued to watch, and the actress' voice in the video tape gradually changed to screams. She was extremely painful, as if her body was about to be torn apart.

When she was about to be killed, there was the sound of a door opening in the video, followed by a man’s voice—"Become my brother and live in the house in my memory. You think this will make me Flaws?"

"Fu Sheng, why are you chasing after me? I can help you destroy the deep layers..."

"I don't need the help of ghosts."

There was no other sound in the picture, and Zhuang Ren also turned off the player: "We were shooting in Lihua Community at the time. The studio was the building where the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical used to live. At first I saw that the person in the mirror was the director of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. After a long period of time, I was extremely shocked, and then the more I thought about it, the more things went wrong."

"Have the people from Yongsheng Pharmaceutical ever approached you?"

"The day after I found the face in the mirror, the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical came to me in person once. I thought he would take back the video tape at a high price, but he didn't mention anything related to the video. He just said a few things. Words." Zhuang Ren thought for a long time before intermittently saying: "He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. What he said is the doomed future, no one can change it, it will happen after all."

"only these?"

"He asked me if I played the dead building game, and I said no, and then he gave me this black box and asked me to open it when I was extremely emotionally unstable."

"Do you know what's in the black box?"

"I opened it the night after my wife and daughter died. The box contains a second-hand emotional therapy device." Zhuang Ren took out a game helmet from the box. Compared with Han Fei's game helmet, that thing It's like a simplified semi-finished product.

Han Fei took the emotional therapy device, the parts fell, and the inside of the device was burned: "You got it?"

"I don't remember. After putting on this thing, I seemed to be fainted by the electric current. When I woke up, it was broken." Zhuang Ren sat on the black box. He really couldn't remember what happened at that time. Up.

"Can you let me go back and study this thing?" Han Fei felt that the reason why Butterfly could not enter Zhuang Ren's dream and brought him into the deep world was related to this emotional therapy device.

If you can figure out the principle, you can give Huang Ying a top in the future.

"Of course, it's useless if I want this thing."

"Through these things, maybe I can better understand the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical and Fu Sheng." Han Fei put the broken emotional therapy device into the black box, and he signaled Zhuang Ren to take a bath and change clothes: "We will wait. First, go to the building where the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical lived, and then I will find a way to take you to meet your family."

"Really?" There was a little light in Zhuang Ren's bloodshot eyes.

"You can wait in your best state." Han Fei didn't dare to recruit Zhuang Ren into the deep world. He had to figure out what Butterfly and Fu Sheng's purpose were before making a decision.

While Zhuang Ren was bathing and changing his clothes, Han Fei continued to play the game of the dead building, but it was probably because of something in his heart that he was killed by the ghost in the fourth building not long after.

"Today has plenty of time, so I can't worry." Han Fei took out his cell phone and called Jin Jun. The senior entertainment reporter still had a spare "Perfect Life" test account in his hand.

After saying hello to the other party, Han Fei put down the gamepad, walked out of the room, and quietly came to the deepest building in Lihua Community.

After Yongsheng Pharmaceutical bought the building, it was completely sealed off and surrounded by a two-meter-high iron net. There are also intelligent AI early warning devices and 24-hour surveillance nearby.

The control is tight~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But now the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical has passed away, and the supervisor has already withdrawn.

Easily crossing the iron net, Han Fei followed the record on the video tape and came to the fourth floor.

In this corner room, Zhuang Wen's mother was assaulted.

"It seems that you have to learn how to unlock locks in the future." Huang Ying's skill book sent to the underworld included unlocking. Han Fei also basically understood the structure of some locks. Unfortunately, he didn't have the tools at hand and there were few practical opportunities.

Taking out the swinging stick, Han Fei finally relied on brute force to open the dilapidated door.

He shook the door panel and listened to the voice: "Before Fu Sheng spoke on the videotape, there was a very light door opening. What door did he push open?"

Entering the house, Han Fei tried one by one, and finally stopped at the bedroom closet.

The sound of the closet door opening and closing is very similar to the sound of the door opening in the video tape.

Looking inside the closet, Han Fei found a large amount of dried blood in the closet, and those blood stains formed the outline of a door.