My Healing Game

　　　　The biggest difference between the ground floor and the ground floor of the dead building is that there is a faint black mist on the floor, and any item here is stained with death, giving off a bad smell.

　　 The lights in the four-story underground corridor seemed to be broken, but they didn't look too dark, and there was a dim light from the cracks in the doors of the residents in the distance.

　　 In the dimly lit corridor, that little light is the only thing that makes people feel at ease.

　　Han Fei took the boy's hand, and the two looked like enthusiastic passersby helping the lost child go home.

　　 In fact, one palm is vacant and ready to draw a knife at any time, while the malice in the depths of the other soul is slowly pouring out.

　　 Seeing Han Fei go further and further, the male student in the elevator also followed out with Firefly and Laisheng.

　　 "Han Fei, wait for me!" the male student shouted from behind, but Han Fei seemed to intend to keep a safe distance from them.

　　 On the basement floor, white couplets are posted on both sides of the door of every house. A monster similar to a child is painted on the heart of the door. He has an extremely innocent face and is wearing a colorful dress.

　　 "Is there anything special near your home? It's not a way for us to find it this way." Han Fei controlled his speed, not too far away from the male students, nor completely disappearing from their sight.

　　 The boy lowered his head and thought for a long time before he said: "My family lives with father and mother... and a big closet."

　　 "It's gone?" Han Fei wasn't really asking the boy, he had actually discovered another usage of the boy a long time ago.

　　 Slowly stopped, Han Fei saw a half-open door next to him. There were many similar rooms on the fourth floor of the basement. This seemed to be the place where the soul chaser lived.

　　 "Let's see if this is your home?" Pushing open the door, Han Fei gently pushed the boy into the house. After seeing that he hadn't triggered anything, Han Fei entered it.

　　 The living room of the room is neatly cleaned, and fresh fruits are placed on the coffee table, as if to entertain some guests.

　　 "How can the underground room be more normal than the room on the ground?" Maybe it's because there is no ghost in this room. There is not even a trace of yin in this room, and it looks like the room in reality.

　　 Looking at the colorful fruits on the coffee table, Han Fei slowly approached. It was the first time he saw real fruits in the deep world.

　　 reached out to pick it up, but before Han Fei's hand touched the fruit plate, the bright skin of the fruit began to fall off, and several insects crawled out of it.

　　The bright and beautiful fruit plate is like a hotbed of insects. It looks beautiful, and you may be bitten by poisonous insects if you really get close.

　　 As soon as he entered the house, the boy's expression obviously changed. He crouched habitually, humblely like a picked-up dog.

　　 seemed to be afraid of stepping on the dirty ground, the boy slowly approached the bedroom door along the corner of the wall.

　　 He rubbed his hand on his clothes, and then he dared to grab the bedroom door handle and open the bedroom door.

　　The strong smell of perfume wafted from the house. The bedroom was large and the decoration was very luxurious. The most attractive ones were a large bed and a thick wardrobe.

　　 The big closet is facing the bed, hiding in the closet can clearly see everything on the bed.

　　 The boy's back was against the door of the room. He was a little afraid to enter the room, but was finally pushed in by Han Fei.

"It seems to be just a very ordinary room?" Han Fei scanned the room, staring at all the objects in the room. There was a carpet on the floor, a large vanity mirror beside the bed, a projector at the head of the bed, and a miniature in the corner of the room. Wine cabinet.

　　 It can be seen that the young couples living here pay much attention to the quality of life. However, although they pay attention to the quality of life, it may be because the family is really not rich. They can only make their appearance luxurious and upscale first.

　　While Han Fei was looking at the items in the house, the little boy walked to the closet, as if something in the closet was attracting him.

　　 "Would you like to open it?" Han Fei urged on the side, and the boy finally grabbed the closet door

　　 Little hands slowly opened the closet, and a pungent odor poured out of the closet, directly overshadowing the smell of perfume in the room.

　　 A strange sound rang in the closet. After the faint black mist dissipated, Han Fei found a disfigured little boy in the closet.

　　 The child was about the same age as the boy next to Han Fei, but his face was severely deformed, his hands and feet were swollen, and he couldn't get out of the closet on his own.

　　 Han Fei frowned when he saw this crippled scene. He also found a few photos in the closet.

　　 The boy in the first photo is very cute and normal, with curiosity and longing for everything in his eyes, and he has a kind of agility and beauty of life.

　　 In the second photo, the same boy is still there, but his expression has become sluggish, tears can't stop, his hands and feet seem to be injected with something, he seems to be more like an object than life.

　　 The boy is no longer recognized in the third photo. His body and face have completely changed shape, and even the crying has stopped.

　　 "Is such a cute boy becoming like this step by step?"

Han Fei took out the blood-colored paper man from the inventory, trying to rescue the boy from the closet, but as soon as he approached, the surface of the child's body began to crack, and black blood vessels entangled his heart like vines. As long as the child leaves the closet, those blood vessels will burst.

　　 The boy's skin in the closet has become almost transparent, and he can clearly see that his body is not flesh and blood, but a nightmare that is slowly expanding.

　　 Han Fei stopped in place, did not dare to act rashly, but the little boy next to him voluntarily ran over.

　　 didn't know if he was well or deliberately, he reached out to pull the boy out of the closet.

　　 As a result, the black blood vessels burst directly in the boy's body, and the boy who was originally ugly and deformed became a black memory.

　　 That memory is entirely made up of his pain, and he is twisting and intertwining, seeming to want to merge into a nightmare.

　　 This is a very rare situation. After the child’s nightmare bursts open, it is slowly absorbed by the wardrobe.

The smell in the cabinet has become stronger, and all traces of the child’s life have become part of the closet~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The boy didn't seem to expect such a thing to happen. He looked terrified. .

　　 "This child is so insidious." Han Fei failed to save the child. He collected the three photos of the child in the closet.

　　 The man is dead, so he can't keep his picture in the place he hates most.

　　 When his finger touched the photo, a system reminder came in Han Fei's mind.

　　 "Please note, player number 0000, you have successfully discovered the hidden mission item of the Death Curse quest-one of the twisted hatred of the butterfly."

　　 "This picture contains the hatred of butterflies? Does the beast reproduce what it has suffered in other children?"

　　 After collecting the photos, Han Fei exited the room and looked at the rooms in the underground corridor, suddenly feeling shuddering.

　　 He tried to open a door again. The architectural layout and furniture placement of all the underground rooms seemed to be exactly the same, which seemed to be formed from the memory of the same person.

　　 What made him feel even more shocked was that there was also a huge wardrobe in the bedroom of this room.

　　 Pushing open the cabinet door, the boy lost his mobility, wearing a little girl's floral dress, his face was completely deformed.

　　 They all lost their normal consciousness, and even if they felt pain, they couldn't express it clearly.

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