My Healing Game

　　　　 entered several rooms in a row, and everything in front of him was shocking.

　　 All the rooms have exactly the same layout, and there is a boy in each closet. Judging from the photos, the criteria for butterfly screening of children are very simple.

　　 The appearance must be good-looking and cute, in line with its aesthetic requirements for beast parents, and secondly, it must be happy before death.

　　 The photos in the cabinet record the boy's step-by-step changes. From a person to a monster, only a wardrobe is needed.

　　 "Butterfly did this just to vent her hatred?"

　　 The photo posted on the wardrobe symbolizes the twisted hatred of the butterfly. This hatred also contains jealousy, but Han Fei feels that things are not that simple.

　　Butterfly’s special abilities are related to nightmares. He can enter the nightmare of a living person, and then affect reality step by step through the nightmare.

　　 When certain conditions are met, the consciousness of living people can also be dragged into the deep world through nightmares.

　　 This ability itself is very scary, and the Butterfly's ability to acquire this ability is also related to his childhood experience.

　　 When Han Fei accepted the quest to return to the soul night, he was given a system reminder, including a passage that simply talked about Butterfly's past.

In the process of being thrown away by its own biological parents, the hatred and resentment in its heart seemed to have reached an unimaginable level. Its consciousness fell into a nightmare, and it encountered some special things. Its change also started from that time. .

　　 There is one less abused child in the world, and one more nightmare with flesh and blood wings.

There is a boy imprisoned in all the closets on the fourth floor of the death building. Butterfly imposes the pain she has experienced on the innocents, filling the children’s brains and consciousness with her own hatred, and then just like what Han Fei just saw Same.

　　 When those children reach their limit, their consciousness will shatter and become a new nightmare, fusing into the closet.

　　 "Butterfly is constantly creating new pains and nightmares, and he seems to be able to extract power from them."

　　 Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the side. The child who could move freely on the fourth floor was still innocent and confused. He naturally held Han Fei's hand.

　　 The small palms are like milk, smooth and white, and his face is flawless. This child is in stark contrast with the children in the closet who have turned into monsters.

　　Han Fei actually had murderous intent on this child. He clearly remembered that when he entered the first bedroom, it was because of the child that caused the boy in the closet to turn into a nightmare in advance.

　　 Such a cute pair of hands, but I don’t know how many murders have been done in the corner of no one.

　　 "The room on the fourth floor is almost finished. It seems that your house is not on this floor."

　　 Han Fei came to the corner of the corridor, and the stairs leading to the next floor were blocked by a black partition.

　　 There are some strange lines on the baffles. They don't look like metal or wood. They look like the shell of something.

　　 A faint will of death was mixed in the gray mist, floating from the gap of the baffle, the source of death was still deeper underground.

　　 The corridor cannot be walked, Han Fei can only take the boy back to take the elevator.

　　 The boy himself is somewhat resistant to the elevator. He seems to hate the confined space, and it seems that there is some psychological shadow.

　　Han Fei took the other's hand and forced the boy to the elevator.

　　 Compared with the time when it left, a fine red pattern appeared on the elevator wall. Accompanied by the sound of the wheel shaft turning, this old-fashioned elevator began to continue downward.

　　 5 floors underground, 6 floors underground...

　　 Han Fei and the others seemed to be sunk into the deep sea in an elevator. The feeling of suffocation became stronger, and the elevator car began to twist slowly, as if being squeezed and deformed by something.

　　 No one knows how many floors there are under the dead building. Han Fei looked at the numbers on the display, but he was thinking about something else.

　　 If there is a boy hidden in the cabinet in every room on every floor, how many children's consciousness has the butterfly fooled into the dead building in the past ten years?

　　 Based on this alone, the butterfly is unforgivable.

　　 The descending speed of the elevator gradually slowed down. When the number on the display changed to minus seven, the elevator car had become obviously irregular, and blood leaked from the gaps, as if the red paint that had not yet dried was flowing while solidifying.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The car vibrated, and when Han Fei felt that he was almost unable to breathe, the elevator finally stopped.

　　 The elevator doors opened to both sides, and a deadly black mist poured directly into the elevator.

　　 The male student was protecting Firefly and Laisheng. All three of them were affected by the black mist. There was a trace of death in his pupils, and the death curse on his body also showed signs of being triggered.

　　 "I feel my head is about to explode, we can't go down anymore."

　　 With his teeth clenched, the male student supported the firefly and protected Laisheng with his body. He had never taken care of others in this way during his lifetime.

"I don't know how to make this elevator go up. If you can't go down anymore, then wait for me on this floor." Han Fei's words made the male student wonder how to answer, how can a living person be so bad In the environment?

　　 Han Fei took the little boy by the hand and walked out of the elevator. At least on the surface, the two of them hadn't changed much. It seemed that the black fog could not bring them any influence.

　　 The little boy is really as if he was born in the dark fog, and he has long been used to everything. Han Fei's reason was that blood-colored words appeared on his back, and the strange talk "blessings" left by Jin Sheng was helping Han Fei resist the black fog.

　　Han Fei didn't know how long he could last. He just wanted to get as close as possible to the truth.

　　 The seventh underground floor is much larger than the fourth floor, and obvious lines can be seen on the walls. What constitutes the underground building of the dead building is not masonry, but something similar to a cocoon.

Han Fei stared at the lines, he always felt familiar: "The lines on this wall are a bit similar to the lines on the human pupa. Could it be that the whole dead building is a pupa? But why does a pupa exude such a terrifying death? meaning?"

　　 You must know that the dead will buried in the dead building can trap the unspeakable singing, and the thing that exudes the dead must also be an unspeakable existence!

　　 "The dead building is only an E-level map. The presence of hatred is outrageous enough, and there should be no unspeakable things." The system has a certain basis for the classification of tasks, even if there is a discrepancy, it will not be too big.

　　 Finger stroked the lines on the wall, Han Fei opened a door next to him casually.

　　 The layout of the house is still the same as the fourth floor underground, and all the rooms in the entire underground are constructed according to the memory of the same person.

　　 went straight into the bedroom, Han Fei looked at the huge closet, he hadn't even approached, there was a slight cry and cry for help from the closet.

　　 He raised his eyebrows lightly. Han Fei had seen many wardrobes, but most of the boys in it had lost their senses. They couldn't even express their pain, let alone communicate.

　　 opened the closet, and a thick black mist drifted from the cabinet with all kinds of dirty clothes. When the mist and odor dissipated, a scarred hand was raised in the cabinet.

　　 "Kill me, please kill me."

　　 The voice in the closet is begging for death, he seems to have given up struggling long ago.

"Don't worry, can you hear my voice?" Han Fei saw the child in the closet. His eyes seemed to stick together because they hadn't opened for a long time. His face was severely deformed and he could barely see it. The look of a person.

　　 "Voice? A voice I haven't heard?" The miserable child has a maturity that does not match his age. He waved his hands and just wanted to say something.

　　 followed Han Fei's little boy and ran over: "This little brother can even speak?"

　　 in an innocent and innocent tone, he hit the doubts in his heart, but when the boy's voice was heard by the kid in the cabinet, the other party instantly collapsed.

He seemed to know his fate, and shouted toward the outside of the closet: "Go to the bottom floor! I beg you must destroy the heart there! The heart that is already dead! Destroy it, and everyone can be rescued... …"

　　 Black blood poured out of the child's mouth. His still healthy ears and mouth were blocked by blood, and he couldn't say anything.

"Heart……"

　　'S scarred arm fell weakly, and the child in the closet was absorbed by the closet in the blink of an eye. Only his previous photos were left in the closet.

　　 "The lower the floor, the stronger the consciousness of the child trapped in the closet?"

　　 Han Fei silently put away the photos in the closet, no one could guess what he was thinking through his expression.

　　 When others see him now, they may think that he is regretting the death of the child in the closet. In fact, he is simulating **** the child around him in his mind.

With his brain moving quickly, Han Fei had conceived more than a dozen plans in a short period of time, but whenever he wanted to do it, Da Nie’s hidden arm would tingle, as if he was telling him to do it now. , It must be himself who died.

　　 "What is the situation with this little boy? Is it the childhood of the butterfly? Forget it, anyway, it doesn't seem to have any intention of killing me yet."

Han Fei walked all over the seventh floor. The children imprisoned here verified his previous guess. The children on the seventh floor are generally stronger than the children on the fourth floor. This strength is at the spiritual and spiritual level and is produced after their consciousness dissipates. The black memory that seemed to be concretized as a nightmare was also more terrifying than ordinary children.

　　 "Looking at it this way, there may be more children who can communicate with deeper underground."

　　 A glimmer of hope rekindled in Han Fei's heart. He asked the male student to stay on the seventh floor with Firefly and Laisheng, and he and the boy continued down.

　　 can not quit the game, has been driven to a dead end, there is nothing to lose Han Fei, not afraid of anything.

　　 "Before I got "Perfect Life", I didn't think about death, but now I am on the verge of life and death every day, but I feel a little nostalgic for the world."

　　 Holding the little boy's hand, Han Fei looked at the slowly closing elevator door. He might really die further down, but he still chose to do it.

　　 "Now is the best opportunity, the manager has not yet recovered. All I need to face is this kid."

　　Butterfly and Han Fei are completely different in strength, but Han Fei is very good at leveraging them.

In reality, the butterfly was tracked and rounded up by the police in all directions, and its main consciousness was dragged by Huang Ying. It stands to reason that even so, the butterfly did not have any worries. He left behind in the death building enough to deal with the unspeakable existence, but it is absolutely impossible. Unexpectedly, Han Fei actually attracted an unspeakable song to it.

　　 The numbers on the elevator display are constantly changing, and the elevator car makes an overwhelmed noise. When the number becomes minus nine, the black fog seems to have turned into a sea.

　　 There is no trace of the existence of the soul chaser on this floor. There is only death in the surroundings, which is so rich that it cannot be resolved.

　　 As if the elevator car was squeezed by external force, the edges had been deformed, and Han Fei in the elevator was also uncomfortable.

　　 The blood written by Jin Sheng on his body is shattering one by one, and the predicted future seems to be forcibly rewritten by death.

　　Han Fei's body has already felt a sinking feeling, death soaked in his internal organs, poured into his brain, and got into his eyes.

　　 There is a gleam of shining eyes that are slowly turning blood red, and death seems to be transforming Han Fei's body.

　　 The blood words left by Jinsheng seemed to be unable to stop death in the end, but those words turned into a shallow chain and penetrated into Han Fei's body at the last moment of shattering, seeming to lock his heart.

　　 When the deadly invaded, Han Fei began to show disease in three places. He is now like those children who are locked in the closet.

　　 The three lesions represented three different death curses, and Han Fei didn't know when he was hit.

　　 The brain tried to think back, but the pain has come from those three places.

　　 The blood vessels in his chest and heart bulged out, and a shallow word of death appeared quietly, but the word of death was blocked by Jinsheng's chains and couldn't get into his heart.

　　 followed by the arm where Da Nie was hiding. His palm prints were twisted into a dead word, and his bones were twisted a little bit. It stopped from the fingertips to where Da Nie was hiding.

　　 The first two death curses were temporarily blocked by Jinsheng’s curse and Dagui, but nothing interfered with the last death curse.

　　 Han Fei's back of the head came in sharp pain, as if there was a nail trying to pierce it, he couldn't see what was happening in the back of his head, he just vaguely felt that his memory was disturbed.

　　 "Before you entered the dead building, I had already cursed you. The content of the death curse is that you will die if you enter the dead building!"

　　 There was an unfamiliar voice in his mind. Everything Han Fei had experienced in the past was contaminated with death, without any light.

After 　　 came into contact with "Perfect Life", his mind became colorful, and it became a desperate black again.

　　Han Fei’s consciousness fell into the deep sea along with the elevator!

　　 The elevator car was oppressed by death, and it was constantly deformed and sunken inward, Han Fei's own consciousness was also overwhelmed by the black mind.

　　 Can't breathe, even can't move his fingers, when Han Fei felt like he was about to be crushed completely.

　　 Red blood began to float in the black mind. At first it was just one or two drops, but slowly it became a large swath of red.

"Is something that I can't see clearly finally appear?" The strange voice seemed to be hidden in the death curse: "Remove the shackles of good and evil, break free from the shackles of childhood memories, let me see what is hidden in your mind What is there!"

　　 There was a hint of urgency in the unfamiliar voice, and three death curses broke out at the same time, trying to completely destroy Han Fei's consciousness and body.

　　 Ninety percent of the memory in Han Fei's mind has turned black, but the remaining 10% can't be changed. The deepest memory in his mind is completely red, and every scene in it is dripping with blood.

　　 Under the pressure of the death curse, a laugh came from Scarlet's memory.

　　 The voice was very small at first, but gradually the laughter became louder, became out of control, and became crazy.

　　 All the blood-red memories are put together, and those dripping pieces form a dilapidated orphanage, in which a laughing lunatic is trapped!

　　 No one knows what he has experienced, only that he is smiling and laughing wildly.

　　 "Is this the real you? Let me help you remove the hypocritical mask, let me see if you and I are the same person? Let me see if you are qualified to be my soul-recovering body!"

　　 The numbers on the elevator display screen are changing rapidly, the space in the elevator car is getting smaller and smaller, and the more intense will of death starts to instigate the death curse.

　　 turned into a black surface and pressed down his mind, the madman who laughed wildly seemed to be expecting something, but no matter how the death curse was imprinted into his body, the orphanage where the lunatic was located could not be broken.

　　 The crimson has surpassed the black of death.

　　 The Death Curse repeatedly collided, but it just couldn't capture the most crucial piece of memory in Han Fei's mind.

　　 The voice hidden in the death curse gradually became irritable, and the two sides held a stalemate in their minds, until the black memory turned waves in the mind, and a little light in Han Fei's gloomy life lit up.

The first time I had a conversation with Wei Youfu, I saw Xiaoba’s flower in the world, and helped Meng Changxi catch Meng Chang’an, and handed Mingmei’s soul to the happy community to Ying Yue, and a desperate leap in the flesh and blood factory in Animal Lane. Countless colleagues picked up the knife together...

　　The light spots of memory gradually increased, shining in the black mind.

　　Han Fei's chaotic brain finally recovered a trace of his sanity, his arms waved in the air, and his five fingers used their best to grasp something fiercely!

　　 "Go to live!"

　　The bright light of the knife was like a burning flame~www.wuxiaspot.com~ instantly drew up the ocean of death. He hardly hesitated and slashed the human blade to the most painful part of the back of his head.

　　 Guanghua was scattered, something seemed to be cut away, but there was no pain.

　　 There are more and more memory light points in Han Fei's mind, and the black mind immersed in the death curse is slowly taken over by blood.

The strange voice in the death curse disappeared. It did not completely occupy Han Fei's mind, but it released the blood-red memory in Han Fei's mind.

　　 The sound of wild laughter came from the depths of his mind, but it sounded in Han Fei's ear, as if he was still following him with a wild laugh.

　　 opened his eyes, Han Fei's eyes were bleeding, he glanced around.

　　 The elevator was completely dysfunctional. The little boy collapsed to the ground. There were corpses on his cute face.

　　 At this time the elevator has stopped, there are no numbers on the display, and Han Fei doesn't know which floor he has reached.

　　 He followed the opened elevator door to look outside, and fragments of a giant cocoon were scattered on the ground full of red flowers.

　　 Those fragments were engraved with human faces, carrying the deepest malice, and the black mist that enveloped the entire dead building community was emitted from these giant cocoon fragments.

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