My Healing Game

The sentence behind the mask seemed to be written to Han Fei, a question that spanned time and space.

"Even if happiness is a monster, I should be close, right?"

As soon as he saw the question, Han Fei came to the answer. The more he lacked something, the more he cared about it.

He wanted to hold on to happiness from the bottom of his heart, because he had never had happiness in his memory.

"His mask can still see his appearance at first, but in the end it becomes a clown covered in paint." F also looked at No. 11's mask: "He wants to be a person who can only laugh. Clown, a clown who doesn't think about grief. I sympathize with what happened to this kid, but I don't agree with him."

"Maybe he doesn't need your sympathy and approval, right?" Han Fei said indifferently, he watched as F took away the clown mask and put it into the backpack brought by the group of players.

"Happiness is something that only children can look for. For adults, happiness needs to be created by yourself." F said with some reference: "You look like a child who hasn't grown up."

"Me?" Han Fei didn't refute, he had forgotten too many things, including his childhood.

Walking to the bedroom window, Han Fei looked at Building No. 1. The window of bedroom No. 11 was facing Building No. 1. He always felt that something in that building was attracting him.

"Obviously, I'm afraid when I get close to the window. I feel like someone will push me down, but I still want to walk to the window again and again."

A weak cat meow came from the backpack, and Han Fei reached out and touched the cat's head: "Did you feel it too? Did we live in Building 1 before? My family should be there, they are there for me. He left a lamp that would never go out, and prepared hot porridge and delicious meat for me. I should go there, but I am so scared, I don’t even know what I am afraid of?”

Since his memory loss, Han Fei has often been in a trance, and his speech is occasionally neurotic. Everything he sees seems to be covered with a veil called nightmare.

The cat's meow became louder, and Han Fei's heart beat more violently, and he slowly raised his head.

Outside the window, there is a head without any hair, like a balloon-like bald head standing upside down by the window!

The cloudy eye sockets were filled with pills, and the woman's stout and deformed hands slammed towards Han Fei.

"careful!"

F and Li Guoer ran towards Han Fei, but they were still too far away from Han Fei to be able to help Han Fei at all.

The arms with bulging blood vessels stretched out in front of Han Fei's face. He didn't expect such a thing to happen at all. His mind was blank, and the woman's face was frozen in his eyes.

But just when everyone thought that Han Fei was going to be dragged out of the window by the woman, Han Fei raised his hand holding the knife.

The blade that reflected the faint light of the candle cut through the darkness, and there were two neat wounds on the woman's arm.

There was no blood coming out of the wound, but the woman seemed startled and fell down the pipe, dragging her injured arms.

When Han Fei stood by the window and looked out, he found no trace of the woman. He only saw that the window on the third floor seemed to be open.

"Are you all right!" Li Guo'er ran to Han Fei with a face full of surprise: "You still use a knife?"

"I... don't remember." Han Fei looked at his hands. After he forced the woman back, another voice came from the back of his mind. He still couldn't hear what the voice was saying, but he could clearly feel it. By then the voice became clearer and clearer, as if it was getting closer and closer to him.

"Why do I always have so many voices in my head?" Han Fei usually acted dull and ordinary, but after the knife just now, Li Guoer and F didn't dare to underestimate him.

"The knife left by No. 11 can hurt them, but..." Han Fei quietly glanced at the black knife in F's hand. He always felt that the black knife was a little out of harmony. Put together: "That knife seems to be mine."

Han Fei has no impression of F, but he has a strong possessive desire for the knife in F's hand, which is very strange.

"You seem to be very good at using knives, too. There aren't many people who can play with knives now, and fewer often kill with knives." F put away the black knives coldly, put all the masks in the cabinet into his backpack, and walked out of the bedroom.

"Hey, don't provoke F." A Chong reminded Han Fei in a low voice: "He really killed people, and more than one."

Han Fei nodded slightly: "So the knife in his hand turned black?"

"I don't understand what you're saying, you just need to pay attention anyway." Ah Chong scratched his head: "Have I heard your voice somewhere?"

Everyone wears white masks, and everyone's memory seems to be incomplete, and no one dares to determine the identity of the other party.

"I don't know." Han Fei didn't pay attention to A Chong. He looked down at the knife in his hand. The sharp knife left by No. 11 looked very ordinary, but there were two words written crookedly on the handle of the knife - accompany.

"The name of this knife is companionship? Accompanying with a sharp knife?"

Han Fei couldn't understand it, but Li Guoer next to him thought it was normal: "When the emotion reaches a certain level and there is no correct way to express it, love and killing intent will be twisted together, so that the person who loves deeply will be forever. Accompanying myself, I once had the urge to do so.”

"It seems that I'm not the only one sick in this world." Han Fei said silently, causing Li Guoer to roll his eyes.

The two walked out of the bedroom. When Han Fei took the knife out of the bedroom, the clouds above the community slowly dispersed, and the sky was covered with bloodshots, as if a huge eye slowly opened.

"The knife that the child hides in the bedroom is called companionship, and behind the mask it is said that happiness is a monster. This child's worldview is the same as the nightmare I had."

Abandoned again and again, treated like cats and dogs, and taking a lot of drugs every day, the city in the child's mind has completely changed. Perhaps the community Han Fei and the others entered at this time is the world in the eyes of No. 11.

Completely sealed, as if living in the depths of a well, with a huge, malicious eyeball growing in the sky above.

"The woman with strong limbs may be the last adoptive mother of No. 11. Her eyes are filled with pills, and there is only medicine in her eyes. She seems to have been urging the child to take medicine; the eyeball above the community should represent the trafficker's treatment of the child. Surveillance, no matter where it escapes, it cannot avoid its sight."

The more Han Fei thought about it, the more curious he became about what happiness looked like in No. 11's eyes.

"Haven't you seen a ghost before? What does a ghost look like? What is it doing when you see it?" More and more players began to feel uneasy. Ghost question.

"Ghosts can only be seen under certain circumstances." Li Guo'er's voice came from under the mask: "For example, when he is killing people, there is also the moment when a living person dies."

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise in the corridor, followed by a scream, and all the players began to run outside when they heard the movement.

"Don't panic!" F's reminder was still a step too late, and Qianye and the other two players who were guarding the corridor were already chasing upstairs.

"What happened?" Ah Zong shouted loudly.

"The sentinel was dragged away! It was the woman! She ran upstairs!"

"Don't be in a hurry to chase, don't be in a hurry to go up!" Li Guo'er's reminder was useless at all, those players had already run far away.

"The sentinel's hidden talent is to enhance perception, and we can't lose him." F seems to know the hidden talent of each player, and these players seem to be carefully selected by him, and each has a unique role.

The player who ran at the front seemed to have already fought with something. The man was thrown away by a huge force, his body hit the wall, and he rolled down the stairs.

"Seventh, seventh floor, on the seventh floor!" The physical fitness of these players was very good. After falling, they struggled a few times before getting up again. He picked up the mask on the ground and hurriedly put it on.

Cursing, scolding, and chaotic footsteps echoed in the corridor, and everyone was crowded between the sixth and seventh floors.

"Get out of the way!" F, who was wearing a trench coat, grabbed Achong and squeezed through the crowd, but the sentinel and the woman had already disappeared in the corridor: "Where's the sentinel?"

"I didn't catch up." Qianye shook his head. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, and then took out a lighter to light it: "That thing is much faster than me. Are there really ghosts in this world?"

"Those who are faster than you are not necessarily ghosts." F's Yu Guang glanced at Han Fei.

"Indeed, you five-second man is faster than me." Qianye was smoking a cigarette, his body slowly became excited, and his eyes began to change after changing from the previous laziness: "You don't mean that the knife can kill you. Ghost? I'll give you a chance to kill it."

Breathing out a breath of smoke, Qianye and F took the wrong place and came to the seventh floor.

He wears fancy clothes, but he seems to have some skills. At least he has the confidence to face the unknown. When so many players are afraid, he dares to go forward alone.

"You go too." F pushed A Chong hard. He seemed to even know A Chong's hidden talents and abilities. He knew that the more danger A Chong encountered, the more potential he would burst out, thereby activating another personality.

This scene happened to be seen by Han Fei at the back of the team, and an idea came to his mind inexplicably: "I used to be the only one who could see their abilities? But now, why have I lost this ability? All of them are game participants. It's strange, I feel out of place with Li Guoer."

Han Fei's mind is still confused, and he needs to think for a long time for very simple questions.

He hasn't gotten the answer yet, Qianye and A Chong have already opened the door on the seventh floor.

A huge cat-skin doll fell out from behind the door. The doll was as big as a five- or six-year-old child, but it was wrapped in cat skin and looked strange and frightening.

"Is this a cat?" Ah Chong hid behind Qianye, and his body almost shrank in Qianye's shadow.

"Look at your cowardice, I really don't know why Qiangwei and F are so optimistic about you." Qianye flicked the cigarette **** towards the cat skin puppet. It seemed to be alive, like a child, using both hands and feet, quickly crawled into the house.

"Alive?" The players were all taken aback, all the "living creatures" in this building were deformed.

"A cat is used instead of a child in the ledger, and the cat in the eyes of a 'ghost' may be like this." A Chong clung to Qianye's floral shirt: "What an outrageous community, are the people living here crazy? "

Han Fei and F downstairs sneezed at the same time, but neither of them took it to heart.

"There's more than one monster, look behind me." Qianye was worried about the sentinel's safety and entered the house decisively.

A strong stench came from his nostrils, and he looked to both sides, but could not find the source of the stench.

Taking another step forward, the cat skin puppet that escaped just now sneaked its head out of the bedroom.

"Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of a gentle man whose charm is as high as eight?" The stench on the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger, and Qianye gradually realized that something was wrong. He found that the eyes of the cat skin doll were secretly Look up.

"The stench seems to have drifted from above my head." Qianye raised his head, and he saw a fat man lying on the ceiling at the entrance of the room.

His fingers were distorted like needles, and tentacles like restraints grew on his back. He exuded a savage and stench all over his body, and his open mouth kept dripping with yellow-brown saliva.

"Lying... trough?" Qianye was tall and handsome, and his face was very close to the man's.

After the two sides briefly observed each other, a tentacle like a restraint stabbed into Qianye's face, as if preparing to penetrate his eyes.

"Get out of the way!"

Dodging to one side, Qianye responded very quickly. While avoiding the tentacles, he shouted behind him, reminding his companions, "It's on the ceiling!"

Before he finished speaking, the man fell from the ceiling, and his fingers that were deformed into syringes stabbed Qianye's body.

Frightened, Qianye rolled on the ground and quickly avoided: "F! Do it!"

Waiting for the opportunity, F cut through the neck of the monster before the monster stood up~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

When he was using the black knife, Han Fei's heart seemed to be suddenly pricked by a needle, and he seemed to hear the cry in the black knife.

To be precise, when F swung the knife, there were many people screaming and resisting in the hilt of the black knife.

"F mainly uses the blade to kill, but I seem to be different..." Han Fei was confused again: "How can you kill without a blade, only the handle?"

The slashing effect of the black knife far exceeded everyone's expectations. The blade slashed, and a finger-width wound appeared on the neck of the monster, which could not be healed at all.

The nearly decapitated monster slammed into the door of the adjacent kitchen and escaped through the open window.

F didn't seem to think that the black knife was so powerful, his eyes narrowed slowly: "The same starting point, this time I should get 100 points first, right?"

"If you slow down, I will be killed by him. That thing looks disgusting." Qianye got up from the ground, fumbled with his hands in his pockets for a long time, and then took out a comb to comb his hair.

"The woman is the adoptive mother, and this man is estimated to be the adoptive father of the 'ghost'. The tentacles represent the ropes and restraints, and the syringe at the fingertip should represent the forced injection." F wiped the black knife, there was not a drop of blood on the blade. The thing seems to have been eaten by the black knife: "How can goodness become so terrifying after alienation? Human nature is really unpredictable."

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