My Healing Game

"The security guard’s brother was looking for white shoes late at night. The boss of Acheng mentioned the white shoes on the phone. The white shoes appeared in the last photo before Xia Yi died. This thing is like the scarred-faced child that the security guard said. As long as you see him, it seems to be everywhere."

The temperature in the corridor is still dropping, and the footprints on the ground seem to have come alive. It seems that as long as Han Fei looks away, they will run wildly.

"How do I feel... the white shoes seem to be a little closer to us?" Bai Xian clung to Han Fei's arm tightly: "Has the police told you how to deal with this situation?"

"If I was the only one, I should be able to run, but we now have four people." Han Fei's expression has not changed, but if you look closely, you will find that his muscles have been tightened and he has already entered a high level of alert. state.

"In this case, you don't need to count me." Bai Xian wanted to leave, but Han Fei dragged the half-dead "murderer" toward the corridor.

Seeing Han Fei moving forward, Bai Xian, who dared not act alone, had to follow him.

The path they are walking is the path that the white shoes walked in the surveillance video. The further they go, the lower the temperature, and the cold wind rushes into the clothes along the sleeves and neckline, as if a child's hand is climbing into the atrium.

No one turned off the video on the "Murder" mobile phone. After one was broadcast, the next one was automatically broadcast. The hidden folder was full of child abuse videos. The photographer seemed to have a very terrible hobby.

But from the video, things don’t seem to be that simple. Compared to torture, the photographer is more like doing some kind of experiment. He is using different methods to arouse the child’s inner fear and pain. The ultimate goal seems to be to be thorough. Destroy the child's own personality and shape it into what you want.

Surveillance video is still playing, Han Fei is also holding the "meat shield" a little closer to the white shoes.

He has had the experience of fighting butterflies, knowing that the hatred of the deep world cannot appear in reality at will: "Even if the monsters of the deep world can affect reality, they must use some special means. What's the situation?"

After Han Fei cleared the dead building, his self-confidence was also built up. He felt that no matter how dangerous the plastic surgery hospital was, it should not be as dangerous as the dead building. However, as the investigation deepened, he found that this was not the case.

This plastic surgery hospital, which has some connection with Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, has deep water and many things involved.

"Han Fei, have you noticed that the shoe prints under our feet are also moving with us? There were these shoe prints around us just now. They still seem to be them now, even the position of the toe of the shoe has not changed." Bai Xian was a little afraid to move. Look forward, but unless you close your eyes in this place, it's scary to look everywhere.

"Don't be too nervous. In addition to us, there is another person in the building. He may also put those white shoes there." Han Fei said this just to comfort Bai Xian, and he told an adult. Lie the child to get an injection and say it doesn't hurt at all.

They walked for a full three minutes on the promenade of more than ten meters. When the three of them approached the white shoes, Bai Xian and the security guard were relieved. The horrible scene in their imagination did not appear. The shoes stayed on the spot. Some things I saw seemed to be illusions.

"When people are extremely nervous and scared, they are indeed prone to hallucinations." Bai Xian and the security guard comforted each other. Under the threat of Li Gui, the two of them laughed at each other and became mutual support.

Taking off the "murder" coat with one hand, Han Fei wrapped it around his arm.

He picked up the white shoes on the ground through the cloth of the clothes, and observed carefully, they seemed to be ordinary shoes, covered with dust, and there was no special place.

"Is the ghost running in shoes? Or did someone put the shoes at the end of the corridor while taking advantage of the gap I just shot?" Han Fei looked at another shoe on the ground, and he found that there was a problem with the toe of the shoe. , The white shoes were aimed exactly at a locked room at the end of the corridor, and it felt as if it was about to enter that room.

Han Fei stuffed the white shoes into the pockets of the Murderer's clothes and held them in his hands. He turned his head and looked at the next room.

Turning the handle, the door was not locked, and Han Fei pushed it open.

A faint smell of paint wafts out. This place seems to be an entertainment room specially built for children, but the decorations and toys inside are very strange. Most of them are the kind of inferior toys of decades ago. Now the children are no longer there. Play with those things.

"It's not right."

Looking at the children's entertainment room, Han Fei's back of his head was aching, and there was a harsh and wild laugh deep in his memory, and some vague memory fragments slowly emerged.

"Snapped!"

Han Fei threw the unconscious "murderer" on the ground, he walked straight into the house, staring blankly across the dilapidated toys and various bright pictures, and finally stopped in the middle of the children's playroom.

"Han Fei? Are you okay?" Bai Xian stood at the door of the room, looking at a loss. From the time Han Fei put away his white shoes, he began to panic. In the horror movies he has watched, such people usually do The first one to receive a box lunch.

"Don't come in yet!" Han Fei covered the back of his head. He slowly squatted down and stroked the shabby and inferior toys with his fingers. His movements were gentle but weird, as if he had returned to his childhood: "I see these toys. Yes! I've seen it before!"

"You, don't scare me! How about we wait for the police to come?" Bai Xian found that Han Fei's state was a bit wrong. He was completely broken down. In such a gloomy old building, the only teammate seemed to be still He was stunned, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Han Fei didn't take care of Baixian. He grabbed each toy with his hand, and then threw it aside.

He went all the way to the deepest part of the children's playroom. When he saw the window pattern painted on the wall, he happened to have a similar picture in his mind.

The gray concrete walls seem rigid and lifeless. In order to see the outside world, a group of children drew windows on the concrete walls. Inside the windows were painted spring flowers, summer green trees, and a group outside the window. Children running and playing.

Reality overlaps with the memory in his mind. Han Fei and the wild laugh deep in his mind opened their eyes at the same time, and they remembered the same place.

"Happy Orphanage?"

Han Fei only discovered now that the layout of this children's playroom is very similar to the happy orphanage he had stayed in when he was a child!

The orphanage was surrounded by cement walls, and all kinds of low-quality toys were thrown in the yard.

The happiest time for children every day is the time to play with these toys.

"Why does the plastic surgery hospital run by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical build its children's lounge like the Happy Orphanage? These toys are not available on the market at all, unless they go to the second-hand market to buy them..." In order to verify a guess in my heart, Han Fei walked around among the toys, and finally knocked down a wooden horse in the corner.

The Trojan horse has seriously fallen off the paint. Now that the technology is developing rapidly, almost no children will play with it.

Staring at the intact belly of the Trojan horse, Han Fei shook his head. Although these toys are the same as those in the Happy Orphanage, they are not the toys that Han Fei had played with.

"I remember clearly that the belly of the Trojan horse in the orphanage was cut open with a knife, and sawdust was everywhere..." Thinking of this, Han Fei was stunned. He subconsciously thought of the Trojan horse in the orphanage, but he couldn't remember. Who got up and cut the belly of the Trojan horse?

The back of the head is like a needle stick~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Han Fei endured the pain and continued to think about it.

"Who broke the Trojan horse? These toys...there should be scars on them!" Han Fei stood up straight, he approached the deepest wall of the entertainment room a little bit, and then leaned against the gray wall painted with windows.

Outside the windows are spring, summer, autumn and winter, changing the seasons, but in the house where Han Fei is, there is nothing but dead silence and gloom.

"This plastic surgery hospital has the ability to change children's personality. How did they experiment with this ability step by step? How was the first child with a perfect personality discovered?"

According to Han Fei's constantly painful head, he suddenly remembered an insignificant thing.

When the black box was first obtained, the police took him for a citizen information test. As a result, the intellectual brain judged that his risk was zero, and he was tested as a rare healing personality.

People with this kind of personality can not only heal others and bring hope to those around them, but they can also make themselves come back from a difficult situation and heal themselves continuously.