My Healing Game

The wounded cat was very sticky to Han Fei, which indirectly indicated that Han Fei might be the real owner of the underground room.

The memory is gone, but the pets who used to be in the same room still remember the smell of Han Fei. He is still him and has not changed.

"It's a pity the cat can't talk and can't tell me what happened in the past."

Han Fei touched the cat's head: "If you are really a murderous cat, then you must be a beast that grew up drinking human blood and eating human flesh. It shouldn't be so ugly, cute and weak."

Seeming to understand Han Fei's words, the cat bared its teeth, and then lay on its side beside Han Fei's legs, as if the fierce expression just now had exhausted all its strength.

"Shockingly weak."

Han Fei no longer expects to get any information from the cat, but the cat is still performing himself very hard.

In Li Guoer's underground prison, Han Fei ate and slept, slept and ate, and spent the most comfortable 24 hours.

Estimated the time, probably when it was getting dark, there were hurried footsteps above Han Fei's head, and it didn't take long for Li Guoer to run into the underground prison.

"Put on your clothes and come with me immediately!" Li Guoer took out a key, unlocked the lock on Han Fei's wrist, and threw the suit of the man in black last night to Han Fei: "Put on you mask, we have to leave before dark!"

"Did something happen?"

"The stories written in your script are indeed true." Li Guo'er looked at Han Fei with a lingering fear, and said slowly, "I'm in hell."

"Can you tell me what a ghost looks like?"

"It seems to be following me, so don't talk nonsense, let's leave as soon as possible!"

The chain fell to the ground, and Han Fei put on a pure black suit, but he didn't want to put on the smiling face mask too much: "Can I wear a hood or something?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Follow me!" Li Guoer seemed to have known that such a day would come, she removed a piece of wood and took out the backpack inside: "I'll go out later, if someone calls your name or asks you to turn back, you Don't do what he says."

"Okay." Han Fei put on new clothes. He and Hei Ye blended together perfectly. This clothes seemed to suit him better.

After finishing the backpack, Han Fei stuffed the cat into it again.

"Take care of your cat, if it makes a sound, I will throw it out immediately." Li Guoer's expression was cold, but when she saw Han Fei in a black suit with a smiling face mask in her hand, Slightly stunned. The man in front of him exudes a very dangerous attraction: "You look okay."

"Did you ever like me for this reason?"

"I really want to put you in a cage."

"Should I be honored?"

"As you wish." Li Guo'er looked at Han Fei, who had lost her memory. She found that she could have a good conversation with a mentally ill person, which made her wonder if there was something wrong with her brain?

Pushing the shutter, Li Guoer climbed out of the underground prison, she waved to Han Fei, and the two returned to the ground together.

"This old house used to belong to another game participant. After he was killed, I stayed here and became the new owner of the old house." Li Guoer opened the back door of the house and motioned Han Fei to speed up : "While it's not dark, let's hurry up and change our hiding place."

"If you are followed by a ghost, no matter where you escape, you will be found by it..." After hearing Li Guoer's words, Han Fei's memory seemed to be touched, and there were scattered light spots, and a voice faintly sounded in the depths of his mind. .

"Are you sure?" Li Guo'er was obviously panicked.

"I vaguely remember it like this." Han Fei couldn't understand what the voice in his head said, and he had a very strange feeling in his heart, as if he could gain benefits as long as he followed the guidance of the voice: "You can do it during the day. Which script did the ghost you see belong to?"

"The eleventh story - No. 11, this story happened in a building very close to the park, so I chose this one."

Flipping through the script, Han Fei re-read it.

"The child number 11 is cute and very attractive. He has been adopted many times, but he has been abandoned many times. All the families who have adopted him say that this child is very well-behaved and sensible, and there is no negative comment. , but everyone tacitly chose to abandon it. No matter what the price is, those adults who have adopted will send the orphan No. 11 back to the orphanage."

"Child No. 11 grew up slowly. He has a handsome face, gentle personality, and excellent grades that all orphans do not have. He is the most obedient child in the orphanage."

"When this child was eleven years old, he was adopted for the eleventh time, and there has been no news of him since."

"Some people say that the child was accidentally killed by the adoptive father, some people say that the child is actually a little monster, and some people say that the child has a strong hatred and resentment buried in his heart, saying that he is a living ghost."

"In order to find out the truth, I entered the old house where he once lived on the eleventh of November."

"I understood one thing there. The boundaries between people and ghosts are sometimes blurred. If you want to touch them, you must first try to touch the most dangerous boundary."

This story is long and detailed, and it reveals a lot of information.

"Finding the boundary between people and ghosts should be the key, what would that boundary be?" While Han Fei was thinking, a crack suddenly appeared on the window behind him, and with the temperature inside the house, a crack suddenly appeared. It got lower, and the crack was slowly expanding, as if a face was stuck to the window and was constantly squeezing into the room!

"Come on! It's chasing after him!" Li Guo'er pushed open the back door, dragged Han Fei and ran out together.

In the process of escaping for his life, Han Fei looked back at the window. The glass window burst for no reason, and the shards of glass were scattered all over the floor.

"Did you take it or something? My house had strange guests before, but they didn't seem to leave my house." Han Fei was a little puzzled.

"I'm curious about the feng shui of your home, but now is not the time to talk about it." Li Guoer took out two invitations from his pocket: "I didn't go into that building to check it myself, but just sold the news to other games. Participant, I don't know what the two unlucky **** did in it, when I went in to collect the invitation letter, he was inexplicably eyeing him."

"Is it okay to throw away the invitation?"

"I tried, but it didn't work."

The sky is getting darker and darker, and when the night completely covers the city, everything will develop in a worse direction.

"According to the script, we must find the boundaries between humans and ghosts before we can reach them, communicate with them or confront them." Han Fei worked his blank brain: "Who else do you know about the game participants? Spread it out, take them back to that building, and see what the difference between Eleven and people is."

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