My Healing Game

The alienated boy has returned to normal, holding the "dismembered" doll toy in his hand, sitting on the cold floor.

Han Fei didn't dare to approach the little boy casually. The seemingly ordinary child in front of him had a terrifying monster in his heart.

After so many things, Han Fei now slowly understands what alienation is all about.

It is not so much alienation as it is that the monster tore off all the disguise and became the most impressive appearance in the memory of the owner of the shrine.

The sun shone on his face, and the boy raised his head blankly, his immature little face was full of tears, and then he rushed to the woman's bed and started crying.

"People in the memory world should only be alienated in the dark now. The sunlight can restore them to normal." Han Fei frowned slightly. He still remembered the diary left by the original owner of the shrine at his home: "I entered the memory world. That day is December 1, and the weather will get colder and colder, and the daytime will get shorter and shorter."

Han Fei didn't know what kind of danger he would face in the future. This kind of normal life was broken a little bit, and the feeling of alienation day by day was really uncomfortable.

Knowing that the abyss is right in front of him, but he can't stop, he can only sprint forward, wrapped in all his memories.

"Don't cry, your mother will be fine." Han Fei finished comforting the child and was about to discuss with the landlord, hoping that the couple could help take care of the little boy.

Carrying the package and walking to the top of the stairs, Han Fei was about to go down, suddenly felt a chill on his fingers, and the landlord's ring suddenly issued an early warning.

"Is it upstairs?"

Turning to look towards the third floor, when Han Fei turned his head, he happened to see a woman in white clothes walking on the stairs.

"The tenant on the third floor?"

Without thinking about it, Han Fei followed. He watched the woman open a certain door and enter it.

"Wait! That room..."

Han Fei stopped in the corridor on the third floor. He clearly saw the woman entering room 13, which was the room where someone committed suicide before.

"It's dawn, why is this long corridor so gloomy."

Moving to the door of Room 13 a little bit, Han Fei was surprised to find that the door was ajar, as if it was a door left for him on purpose.

With a chill, Han Fei gently pushed the door open. Accompanied by a creaking and crunching sound, Han Fei entered room 13 for the second time.

The difference from last time is that this time he is the only one.

"Is anyone here?"

With a package full of things in one hand, and quietly holding the handle of the knife in the other, Han Fei's nerves were already tightened.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly there was the sound of a cup falling from the kitchen, and a mouse ran across the floor of glass shards.

"There are still living creatures in this room?"

Almost when Han Fei's voice fell, the lively mouse suddenly began to twitch, as if it had been infused with poison. Two mung bean-sized eyes leaked out of blood, and then it fell into the glass shards.

"Can you hear me? I know you are in this room!" Han Fei slowly backed away. He felt as if he had stepped on something, but he remembered clearly that the entrance to Room 13 was clean. There is nothing on the ground.

Enduring the urge to look down, Han Fei continued to step back, but the door of the room that was originally opened was closed by someone at some point.

The rusty lock got stuck, and Han Fei was trapped in this room.

"The owner of the house committed suicide a few months ago. There has been no accident for so long during this period, indicating that she should not be the kind of ghost who kills innocent people indiscriminately."

Don't panic after encountering a weird thing, analyze the situation first, and if the other person's obsession still persists, then consider how to communicate with the other person.

If the opponent is completely dominated by the killing intent and has been completely mad, then it is necessary to calmly think about how to commit suicide to alleviate the pain.

Various thoughts flashed in his mind, Han Fei knew that he couldn't open the door, so he took the initiative to move forward.

"I heard that you used to be a staff member of a department store? Speaking of which, you are still my predecessor. Recently I encountered a lot of weird things in that mall. I think I understand a bit now why you made such an extreme choice... …Frankly speaking, I have always had the same thoughts as you. The mall owner is a devil in human skin. He is hypocritical and perverted. Now I have been driven to a dead end by him."

Han Fei was locked into the room by the ghost in Room 13, but what he said would make people feel that he ran in on his own initiative.

"I have nowhere to escape. No one in this world believes what I said. Everyone thinks that the owner of the mall is a great philanthropist. Only I have seen his true face under his mask!" Han Fei said, shaking his hands away. Package: "The devil's hands were stained with blood, and he committed countless crimes. Each piece of old goods represents an injustice."

The blood-stained red sweater fell to the ground, with a few photos and a paper airplane folded into a love letter.

Other things were fine, but when the paper airplane touched the floor of the living room, the temperature of the entire room began to drop.

"Is this paper airplane yours?" Han Fei tremblingly picked up the paper airplane on the ground, and he held it in his palm.

In fact, when Han Fei saw the paper airplane in the underground warehouse, he decided to take it out, because the appearance of the paper airplane was almost the same as the paper airplane thrown downstairs by the woman on the third floor, but the material was different.

At that time, Han Fei felt that the paper airplane was related to the woman on the third floor, so after entering the apartment building, he kept walking back and forth with the package.

Most of the unexpected encounters may be carefully planned by one party.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and the pile of toilet paper rolled out.

After a while, a scorched palm grabbed the door frame, as if the ghost in Room 13 would appear in the next moment.

Holding the paper airplane and slowly approaching, Han Fei held the arm that had been burned by the fire before the real owner of Room 13 appeared.

"I seemed to have seen you in my hallucinations last night. I wondered why there was this thing in the store's underground storeroom. At that time, I suddenly remembered that you were watching me all the time. I received the paper airplane you threw down."

Touch the secrets of the soul...

Not feeling that he had used his abilities, Han Fei sensed pain, hatred, and strong regret from those scorched hands.

"I really regret it, but everything is too late. Now I have been targeted by the owner of the mall, and he regards me as the next prey. I know that time is running out. In the last few days, I want to help. Help you." The true meaning of Han Fei's words is, don't rush to kill me, I am almost a "corpse", and keeping this life might still be useful to you.

If the same meaning is changed to another expression, plus a little acting skills, it will become very contagious. This is the art of language.

In the end, the ghost in room 13 did not get out of the bathroom. The hand that was severely burned by the fire took away the paper airplane in Han Fei's palm, and then squeezed it into a ball.

Li Gui's scorched skin began to fall off in large chunks, slowly mixing with the love letter, and the original love words were gradually replaced by black stains.

The words full of love make people feel disgusting now.

"It's that love letter that made you suffer so much? Who wrote that letter? After I leave today, I will do everything possible to bring him here!" Han Fei made his promise, but wanted him To fulfill the promise, we must first ensure his safety.

The sun slowly rose, but the temperature in Room 13 continued to drop. With a harsh scream, Han Fei was pushed away by that hand.

The countless waste papers in the bathroom were swept by the wind, and a woman could be vaguely screaming.

Her neck was hung from the window frame, her burnt hands tore the waste paper all over the floor hysterically, and the first sun shone into the house a little bit, and the woman's face became more and more blurred.

When she finally disappeared, a paper airplane folded with a love letter flew out of the pile of waste paper in the bathroom.

As the temperature began to recover, Han Fei looked at the blood-stained paper airplane in front of him and carefully took it apart.

The original sentence on the love letter was smeared out, leaving only a line of hideous words written with fingers.

"The truth is a monster. It has a mouth that can't speak. Every time a philanthropist goes out, he locks it in the house, shutting it down with his conscience."

Continue to look down, there are a few large and slanted characters on the back of the love letter-can you spell it out for me?

"What do you spell well?"

Looking up, Han Fei found that there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him in the gap between the pile of waste paper.

"Are you asking me to put the patterned paper in my life room into a complete pattern?"

Although Han Fei has experienced human body patterning, he is not good at jigsaw puzzles: "It would be great if Wei Youfu was here. He liked jigsaw puzzles a lot during his lifetime."

Thinking of the neighbors in the deep world, Han Fei took a deep breath. He really didn't expect that one day he would feel homesick, and he didn't even think that what he thought was not a rental house in the real world, but the scariest one in the happy community. That haunted house.

"I was completely healed by them. When I leave the memory world alive, I will see if I can smooth out this ‘puzzle’ and treat it as a souvenir for Wei Youfu."

Enduring sleepiness, Han Fei sat on the floor of the bathroom and began to look at the waste paper on the floor one by one.

He doesn't play puzzles very much, but his memory and insight are far beyond ordinary people. When ordinary people look at strange symbols that are indistinguishable, he can see the abnormality at a glance.

A few minutes later, Han Feigang immersed himself, and footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.

The landlord and his wife hurriedly rushed to the door of Room 13. They saw Han Fei sitting in the bathroom seriously puzzled, and their faces were pale.

Perhaps this scene was too horrible, and the couple dared to enter the house with a mop and a broom.

"Does this kid have too much pressure and caused brain problems? I said earlier that you should not keep pushing people to pay the rent. You have to be forgiving and forgiving. You see, people are crazy now, right?"

"Shut up." The landlord's aunt took the mop into the living room, followed by the landlord's uncle.

"Could he be possessed by the hanged girl? Run around this room in the morning and fiddle with paper? Is he still laughing?"

"Shut up! It's so noisy!" The landlord's aunt speeded up, and Han Fei also saw them.

"Sister? Uncle? Why are you here?" Han Fei patted the dust on his body, and Han Fei got up from the ground.

"You, what are you doing in this room? Who opened the door for you? Did you secretly match the key?"

"You might not believe me. When I came back from work, I saw a woman standing in front of the little boy's house on the second floor. Her hands were scorched. She was very miserable. But she was very kind. She told me that the little boy’s mother was imprisoned. In the bedroom, I hope I can save her." Han Fei said very sincerely, and there was no trace of lying from the expression on his face.

"and after?"

"I went to look at the little boy's house, and found that his mother was really imprisoned in the bedroom, with tubes all over her body! I was terrified at the time and immediately called the emergency number." Han Fei said in a voice. The landlord and the couple have an immersive feeling.

"Are you terrified?" The couple looked at Han Fei with some confusion.

"After saving the boy's mother, I saw the girl walking upstairs as soon as I came out, so I chased her and wanted to say thank you."

"So you just chased it directly into Room 13?" The landlord and his wife were a little shaken. They seemed to have encountered some more "spiritual" incidents before.

"Yes, that girl is very pitiful. There seems to be another reason for her death. I suspect it was related to the waste paper in the bathroom." Han Fei showed the symbols on different papers: "Put these pieces of paper together, probably Seeing the shape of a well, there seems to be something written next to it. When I put all the pieces of paper together, I should be able to restore it."

The landlord and the couple wanted to say something, but the ambulance arrived at this time, and the little boy downstairs was still crying, and the two ran downstairs again.

"Being a landlord is not easy, especially when meeting a group of tenants like me."

Distract the landlord and his wife~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Han Fei concentrated on starting the puzzle. He wanted to figure out the message Li Gui wanted to deliver in the shortest possible time.

The puzzles were all difficult at the beginning, and the faster they went back, the more than forty minutes passed, Han Fei had already covered the room with broken pieces of paper, and he also made an extremely important discovery.

All the waste papers are put together to form a well, and the surroundings of this well are filled with very special funeral customs.

Originally, Han Fei didn't know much about these things, but not long ago, Huang Ying told him one thing in reality.

An old man who studied history suddenly died in the "Perfect Life" game. The biggest discovery in his lifetime was that after the death of the NPCs in the game, they followed a set of funeral customs that were completely different from those in reality. The gods of death.

Forcibly memorizing all the weird symbols, Han Fei's puzzle is about to come to an end.

He can't understand the symbols, but he can roughly understand the meaning of some paintings.

"It seems that as long as you throw something into that well, you can reap good luck and blessings. Later, someone built a shrine for that well, and some people slowly began to try to push the most important things such as friends and relatives into the well. "