My Healing Game

After getting the prompt in the elevator, Han Fei dragged the corpse props to the seventh floor with one hand. All the windows here were sealed with wooden boards, and the whole floor looked extremely depressed.

Taking out the security phone, Han Fei clicked on Xia Yilan's live broadcast room. The strange thing was that there was no one in the live broadcast room.

"All the cameras installed in the plastic surgery hospital are dynamic tracking cameras. As long as Xia Yilan passes by, she will be followed until she enters the blind spot of the camera's field of vision. Now that there is no one in her live broadcast room, it means that she should be parked somewhere. In a shooting blind spot.”

Han Fei walked forward slowly. Slowly, he suddenly saw himself in Xia Yilan's live broadcast room.

"She's hiding around me?"

As soon as he stopped, Han Fei felt that someone was approaching quickly behind him. He picked up the corpse prop and swung it back, but he hit nothing.

According to the locked position of Xia Yilan's camera in the live broadcast room, Han Fei could be sure that Xia Yilan was nearby, but he didn't see anything. .

"What about people?"

Xia Yilan may have had some special encounters before, but she is just an ordinary person. Even if she is caught by a ghost, Han Fei is still not afraid. What he is worried about now is that there are other things staying with Xia Yilan.

"There was indeed something approaching just now."

Dragging the heavy corpse props, Han Fei stepped back a little bit. He found the shot of Xia Yilan's live broadcast room, and the shot was stuck in blood.

When he was checking the shot, footsteps sounded very suddenly in the corridor!

There was no sign. When Han Fei heard the sound, the footsteps were very close to him.

Going backwards, Han Fei found a pair of white shoes walking through the corridor and entering a room.

"White shoes?"

The goodwill of Xiaobaixie was kidnapped by Han Fei, and now there is only malice and hatred on the pure white shoes.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei didn't go after Xiaobaixie directly. When he came to an unfamiliar place, the first thing he had to do was to familiarize himself with the environment. If he rushed forward recklessly, he might fall into the enemy's elaborate arrangement. in the trap.

Kicking the door open, Han Fei began to check room by room. Seeing his rude and direct appearance, the audience in the live broadcast room felt relieved again.

Also trapped in an abandoned building, also facing the danger of murder and unknown, Han Fei behaved completely different from the other six colleagues. I don't know, I think that Han Fei is playing a murderer and is hunting other people. six people.

Han Fei fixed the camera removed from the security guard on his back shoulder, so that he could observe behind him through the live broadcast room, which was equivalent to having an extra eye.

Tang Yi, who knew the audience's preferences, opened a separate live broadcast room for this camera, and also let everyone experience a "killer" live broadcast from the first perspective.

Without the help of other people's scripts and "companions", Han Fei obtained the other leg and internal organs of the corpse on the seventh floor according to the clues revealed in his own script and a little violence. Now only the heart and the internal organs are left. The head has not yet been found.

The other live broadcast rooms were already in chaos, everyone was running away desperately, and even the cameras couldn't capture it clearly, and many fans of the stars went to Han Fei to ask for help, saying that their idols were going to physically "collapse".

Comparing these live broadcasts, we can clearly see that Han Fei is special. People and ghosts are running, and only Han Fei is seriously thinking about customs clearance.

In fact, Han Fei is also in a state of high tension right now. He doesn't have time to watch the barrage at all, so he is engrossed in staring at the room that Xiaobaixue has just entered.

As one door after another was kicked open, Han Fei was getting closer and closer to that room.

"right here."

Holding the door lock with his hand, Han Fei slowly exerted force, and the door opened in response.

The small room was covered with white paint, and it looked like a pure white canvas. Everything in the room was white. Even after such a long time, it was still pure white as before, as if someone would come every night. Same as cleaning.

"Whose room is this?"

The white single bed was covered with a white quilt, the white sheets fell to the ground, and a pair of white shoes were placed in front of the bed.

There is a small white table where the toes of the white shoes are directly opposite, and on the table are a few small figures folded from white paper.

Each villain's head was opened, and they did not have their own facial features and clothes, which seemed to imply that they never had a self, or even formed the concept of self.

When Han Fei entered the house, the sound of the rainstorm hitting the window became more and more violent. The rain seemed to penetrate the glass and fall into the house.

A drop of liquid landed on the back of Han Fei's neck. He reached out to touch it, and his fingertips were dyed red.

"Blood?"

Looking up, a crack appeared in the white roof, as if the pure white heart was torn apart, and foul-smelling blood flowed out of the crack.

More and more blood soaked through the white walls, cracks spread all around, blood stains stuck to the ceiling, and fell into the house like rain.

Han Fei's body was wet, and he felt that the whole room seemed to be torn apart roughly by someone from outside, and all the secrets in the room would be stained with blood.

Standing still, Han Fei looked down at the phone screen.

The scene shown in the live broadcast room was completely different from what Han Fei saw in his own eyes. Han Fei in the live broadcast room stood at the door of a dilapidated white ward. A lot of red paint had been painted on the ceiling in advance. Things were dripping on Han Fei's back.

"He used the little white shoes to attract my attention, just to get those 'paints' on me?"

Han Fei himself was also affected. He saw what the painter wanted him to see. I don't know if it was a hallucination, a dream, or a kind of psychological hypnosis.

The people behind the scenes succeeded, but Han Fei has seen too many scenes more terrifying than this in the deep world, so he behaved very normally, and the audience in the live broadcast room did not find any problems.

The red paint slid down his hair, and the back of Han Fei's head seemed to be scorched by something, and bursts of pain involved his nerves. Some memories he found in the deep world emerged, and most of them were related to the Scarlet Orphanage.

There seemed to be some connection between those blood-red memories in his mind and the red "pigment" dripping on the back of his head, Han Fei wanted to figure out his past. He was cruel, let go of his consciousness, and actively immersed himself in hallucinations.

After being tempered in the deep world for a long time, Han Fei was confident that he could break free from the hallucination, so he made a decision to go and see what was in the hallucination.

His vision gradually became a little hazy, and the sound of footsteps on the corridor outside sounded again. Han Fei looked outside, and the little white shoes dripped with red paint walked across the corridor and entered another room.

At this time, the plastic surgery hospital that Han Fei saw was not the same as before. The blood-colored paint seemed to be a paintbrush held by a ghost. All kinds of strange patterns and constantly distorted words spread on the walls.

"Only good children can come out to breathe and see the outside world, but for monsters, our world is this small room, and there is no way to get out or escape."

"I don't envy those children who can get out of the ground. The light they see is just false. The light full of hypocrisy is completely different from the light emitted by the sun."

"They are stupid. They think they will be considered good children if they obey the doctor's words. In fact, in the doctor's eyes, they are just like me. They are monsters."

"Those children who leave always keep telling me how beautiful the outside world is. Bright windows, green leaves, and even a flying bird can keep them excited for a long time."

"Seeing how happy they are, I can't bear to tell them the truth. No matter how beautiful the outside world is, it has nothing to do with them. Their world only has this room, and this **** box in which we live is what the world really looks like."

"Doctors always lie to us that the world is beautiful. As long as we monsters slowly become normal people, we will be able to usher in a new life in the outside world. I know they are lying to me."

"Those doctors didn't tell the truth at all, they were just taking advantage of us, and they never thought about letting us go."

"I miss the artist a little bit, he was the one who really wanted to help us, and although he never said he would take us away, at least he left false windows on the walls of this dark room ."

"In the last period of my life, I felt that I should see him again. Because I have made a new discovery in the dark, the red ward at the end of the corridor is said to have been black before, and it seems that there once lived a successful experiment. Boy, I also heard that the child who was closest to perfection ended up killing everyone."

"He couldn't hear my voice, and I couldn't leave."

"I didn't know how to meet him, so I could only draw myself in the window he painted."

"Slowly, I grew up in this black room. Among all the children, I was the only one who never left. I know that my end is doomed. As the most failed experiment, I will die on my eighteenth birthday."

"This should be my last birthday wish. I hope... that artist will never come back."

Bloody red paint and paint were spilled on the walls, and the words seemed to come alive. Looking at them, it was like seeing a sick boy.

"That kid really doesn't want the artist to come back? Or because he didn't realize all his birthday wishes, so he finally said something against his heart?"

Everything was normal in the live broadcast room. The audience only saw the blood flowing, but after coming into contact with the plasma, Han Fei was affected to a certain extent. He saw the text rolling in the blood.

Walking among those **** words, it was like stepping into a patient's dream, and his ears were full of his ravings.

Go forward and open the next door.

In the dark room, except for the number "4" on the door panel, everything was painted black.

Before Han Fei could enter, all the nearby doors were pushed open, and the layout of each room was completely different.

Some are painted in color; some are filled with asymmetrical and deformed objects; some rooms have nothing in it and are directly made into a sphere; and some rooms are filled with all kinds of unfathomable things. Formulas and puzzles...

Han Fei kept looking towards the end of the corridor. There, there was an unnumbered ward, which was completely dyed red.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll never do that again, please let me go."

"I'm just a nurse who obeys their orders, I just want to get a face, you go to those doctors, to those who killed you!"

"Don't destroy my face, I have nothing left, please let me go!"

A woman dressed **** and revealing climbed out of the blood-colored room. She sat down on the ground, with a strange sense of incongruity between her face and body, as if the face did not belong to her.

"Xia Yilan?"

The woman in the distance heard Han Fei's voice. She seemed to be drowning and grabbed the last straw, crying and reaching out to Han Fei, but her legs seemed to be locked by something in the room and could not break free. .

"Save me! Save me!"

"What have you done? Why do those children want to kill you?" Han Fei still remembered that when he first went to see Qiangwei, he accidentally found that Qiangwei was threatening Xia Yilan with a list.

There is a high probability that Qiangwei is the numbered child in the orphanage, and Xia Yilan will be targeted by him, indicating that Xia Yilan is likely involved in something.

In addition, when Xia Yilan begged for mercy, he vaguely mentioned words such as nurses and orders, Han Fei was more certain of his guess, and he wanted to take this opportunity to ask clearly.

"I didn't do anything! I'm just one of the middlemen, just a business card of a plastic surgery hospital!" Xia Yilan cried at Han Fei: "Those children are all ingredients for personality shaping! I'm only responsible for treating customers in need. Take it to the hospital, I don't know anything else!"

"You don't think about it anymore?"

"He, they promised me that they would change their faces for me after completing five transactions!" Xia Yilan's body was dragged: "All the middlemen have changed their faces!"

After shouting the last sentence, Xia Yilan's body was dragged into the red ward~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Han Fei rushed forward with the corpse props. The closer he got to the ward, the more intense the pain from the back of his head!

"All pain comes from where the black box is!"

In a trance, Han Fei even thought that he had returned to the deep world, and his body would naturally react in various ways.

"Are those words left by the orphans who died here? He found the red room?"

Kicking open the door of the last ward in the corridor, Han Fei saw Xia Yilan being pressed on the operating table, surrounded by children who had no facial features and lost themselves.

Those children held a cake made of human blood in their hands, and then with their own little hands, they stuffed the **** cake into Xia Yilan's mouth.

Her beautiful face seemed to be torn apart, her mouth could not make a sound, her eyes were bulging outwards, and her appearance was very scary.

Han Fei doesn't like Xia Yilan, but he must not let Xia Yilan die in front of him like this.

He walked quickly into the room, the moment he stepped into the room, a familiar feeling that he had never had before appeared in his mind, as if he had stayed in such a **** room for a long, long time.

"Could it be that my real childhood memory is... staying in such a room all the time?"

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