My Healing Game

"Han Fei! Have you read it yet?" Xiao Jia kept staring at the wedding dress puppet with his eyes fixed. It was actually a very terrifying thing to watch a supernatural puppet so closely. He felt that he had memorized everything about the puppet. In my mind, I can't drive it away: "For a long time in the future, I guess I will dream of this face in my dreams. The key is that she is someone else's wife."

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"Get ready to go downstairs."

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Han Fei remembered all the steps of the ghost marriage ceremony, and covered the wedding photos with black cloth again, and then took the yellow paper and left.

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"Let's go to the fourth floor to take a look later."

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Seeing Han Fei walk out of the bedroom, Xiao Jia breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Han Fei's decision to die: "Are you sure? Don't make fun of your own life! I didn't think you looked like a desperado before, how do you get in? It's so impulsive to do things behind this building!"

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"You don't understand, this building makes me feel like my own home. Do you still have so many scruples in your own home?" Of course Han Fei knew that the fourth floor was dangerous. He went in with the hanged ghost before. If it wasn't for the hanged man trying his best to drag him out, he would probably be locked in that room forever.

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But at the critical moment, he saw the girl in blood on the TV. The extremely terrifying girl said something to him. He vaguely felt that those words were very important. If he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

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Xiao Jia and Xiao You stared at a puppet, Han Fei led the way, and the three of them came to the corner of the stairs.

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That is, when the sight was blocked by the stairs, footsteps sounded, and when they reacted again, the disfigured chef puppet and wedding dress puppet had already walked out of the wedding room on the fifth floor, and followed them to the corridor.

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The two puppets were entwined with red threads, as if they would be bound together forever and ever.

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"Red thread? You two wait a little longer." Han Fei asked Xiao Jia and Xiao You to stare at the puppets. He took out the company and walked to the two puppets, cut off a few red strings, and stuffed them into his backpack.

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"Do you even want to take the red rope of the puppet?"

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"It's not for us to find it by ourselves." Han Fei stood in front of the two puppets and bowed his hands to them: "I wish you a good relationship for a hundred years, have a son early, and I will remember your kindness. will repay."

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Han Fei didn't care whether the two puppets could understand or not, he went straight to the fourth floor.

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The door of the weirdest room was half-open, everything in the dark room had returned to normal, and the TV cabinet had returned to its original position.

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"Are you really going in?"

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Xiao Jia felt that it was better to have less than one thing, but he couldn't stop Han Fei at all.

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When he was talking, Han Fei had already made a decision, put away the knife called companionship, hugged the blood-red paper figurine, and entered the house.

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The rusty security door made a creaking sound, and even the sound of the door shaft turning was familiar to Han Fei, as if he had heard this sound many nights.

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Entering the house, Han Fei made a move that no one expected. He closed his eyes, stopped thinking about death and fear, let go of everything he had, and let go of all his defenses.

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If someone hit him with a fatal blow at this time, he probably wouldn't even have time to react, and he would be killed directly.

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Han Fei focused all of his attention in his mind. He embraced the only fragments of his memory in his mind, and let the paper and the words written on the paper's body linger in his consciousness. all around.

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Everyone has his own home. Even if he hasn't come back for a long time, he has forgotten everything that happened in the past. When he steps into that place again, many forgotten things will be awakened. This is the special thing about home.

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It represents not only a house watered with reinforced concrete, but a flower that has been cared for by time and years. Even if life is dark, looking back, that flower will bring color to your world.

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"I've been here many times."

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Many emotions are soaked in the instinct of the body. As Han Fei walked forward, he felt fear, loneliness, and unease, but he also felt a kind of happiness of being snuggled and depended on.

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Even with his eyes closed, Han Fei walked over to the sofa. He sat in the farthest corner, as if there were other people sitting in the empty space.

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In a trance, a scene flashed in my mind. Seven people with different appearances and personalities were crowded on the sofa, and everyone watched TV together.

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Han Fei opened his eyes, the sofa was empty, and he was the only one sitting on the sofa.

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Suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, Han Fei felt that he had lost a very important person.

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Covering his cheeks, Han Fei rested his elbows on his knees. When he was tormented by amnesia and felt pain, the closed TV turned on by himself.

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The sound of rustling electricity sounded, and a black house slowly appeared among the black and white snowflakes.

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The house was built in the deepest part of a black forest, and even the strongest adventurer could hardly find it here.

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With no way out around, the house was left alone in the dark.

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Slowly, the door of the hut opened, and a little girl in blood appeared on the screen.

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She saw that Han Fei was already very excited again, his face was twisted and deformed, and the killing intent was gushing out.

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Han Fei didn't know why this girl hated him so much. He didn't remember what he did to that child at all.

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The girl in red wanted to walk out of the house, but a few broken hands were hanging on her clothes. From a distance, it seemed like those hands were blocking her.

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The girl dominated by killing intent roared, she roared unwillingly, and finally sat down and continued the terrifying game.

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It was also the first time that Han Fei stood from a girl's point of view and looked into the dark room.

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The floor, the walls, the ceiling, all of them are blood red.

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The girl just sat in the pool of blood and assembled the mutilated corpses. Even if the separated corpses were assembled, people would not be able to be reborn.

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She tried again and again until tears flowed from her eyes distorted by hatred. She fell on the human body puzzle and cried helplessly.

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"Han Fei! Come back soon!" Xiao Jia and Xiao You outside the house were urging, but Han Fei couldn't hear their voices at all. He didn't even notice it himself. He didn't know when he had walked in front of the TV. He squatted in front of the TV, his face was about to touch the screen, and his body seemed to be poking into the TV.

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That room was really desperate, and he couldn't see any glimmer of light. Han Fei was also affected by that despair. He felt that his body and soul were sinking constantly, and everything in him seemed to be wrapped into the TV by the despair. Among them, become a member of the room of despair.

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"My existence has not changed anything..."

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A thought appeared in his mind, the voices of Xiao Jia and Xiao You were going away, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a cat meow.

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The injured cat ran over. If Han Fei hadn't rescued it, it might have died in that cabinet a few days ago.

"Little Eight?"

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Two words were softly uttered by her lips. When Han Fei looked down at the cat, the eyes of the girl in red, who was completely dominated by killing intent, trembled, and she also looked down at a place in the dark room.

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In the corner of the room, always covered in blood and darkness, there is a small flower pot.

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The flower pot was not big, and it didn't grow any flowers. It only contained half a pot of yellowish-brown soil.

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The seeds have not yet germinated, but compared to the entire black room, at least the existence of the flowerpot represents a possibility.

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The red-clothed girl who fell into madness slowly stood up from the pool of blood, her skirt was dragging on the broken body, and she held up the flowerpot in the corner with both hands.

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The world is still dark, and the room is still filled with corpse stench and despair, but at least his arrival has brought a small change to everything.

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"Will a seed in the human world blossom into a flower in the deep world?"

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The crazy girl in red was standing in the black room holding the flower pot. She turned to look at Han Fei, and Han Fei's figure appeared in her eyes occupied by killing intent.

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She moved her assembled corpses to the sofa, one after another.

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The long sofa was quickly filled with seven corpses. When there was only one vacant seat left, the girl raised her finger and pointed at Han Fei across the TV screen.

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The TV screen freezes, and the tragic and desperate scene seems to be a special family portrait. I don't know how many times everyone has died before putting everything together.

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"I seem to remember."

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The picture played on the TV ended here, and a blood-stained video tape fell to the ground under the TV cabinet.

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Han Fei stretched out his hand to pick it up, and when his fingertips touched it, the unfamiliar voice came from the back of his mind.

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"Attention player number 0000! You have reached stage five!"

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Without caring about the voice in his head, Han Fei looked at the videotape, with a lot of words written on the cover.

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"If you can read these words, it means that you are still yourself, not Fu Sheng, nor the laughing soul."

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"I've been worried these days, will we slowly lose all important people and get lost in this city."

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"But then I figured out that not everyone we meet can be forgotten if we forget it, and many times it is precisely because of those people that we have who we are now."

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"I hope you can hear our voices, don't doubt, don't be shaken, at least we all remember you, remember your name, remember how desperate you are."

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The picture in Han Fei's mind of watching TV alone with seven lonely souls became clearer and clearer, and more and more cracks appeared on the shady screen that obscured his memory.

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"I saw a photo of this girl in Dean Fu's room. In the normal photo, she was holding a flowerpot that didn't bloom. When I left the room, I saw the image after the mutation. This girl Crawling out of someone else's flesh and blood."

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"In this city, except for the paper maker, no one with the surname Fu can be trusted, and the words that Dean Fu said are absolutely unbelievable. The girl in the photo is probably not his family, but my family! That room is also Not his room, but my home!"

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Video tapes and blood-colored paper figurines are very important to Han Fei. Just touching these two things will make him feel at ease, as if his family is with him.

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"Han Fei, can you go? Are you planning to spend the night here?" Xiao Jia was worried when he saw that Han Fei had completely melted into the darkness.

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"Okay." Han Fei got up and glanced around, then walked to the window and picked up a flower pot.

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He scratched in the loose soil for a long time, and then took out a blood-red seed like a heart.

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"Is there really something in the flowerpot?"

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After collecting the seeds, Han Fei walked downstairs with his teammates, while the two puppets kept following them.

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The door of the corridor was destroyed by a blood-colored monster, and the dark red light entered the dark cave.

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Xingfu Community has changed into what Han Fei looked like when he first came in. The entire community was covered in blood, and there seemed to be a huge scarlet eye in the night sky.

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"The world where ghosts live is the deep world. This community is located at the junction of the deep world and reality. If the people behind the scenes want to completely block the two worlds, they will definitely destroy this place."

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Han Fei is not yet able to participate in those things. He is more like a witness at this time, watching history repeat itself in this city.

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Quietly walked out of the corridor, the puppets did not chase after them, Han Fei and the three entered the passage between Buildings 1 and 10. They were not hindered by any and left the Happy Community easily.

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The blood faded behind him, and the night was like ink covering several people.

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"Finally escaped!" Xiao Jia leaned against the phone booth, his hands were trembling constantly, and his legs were already weak.

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"Now is not the time to rest."

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Han Fei dragged Xiao Jia and Xiao You into a remote alley, and a dark taxi drove out slowly. Li Guoer had been waiting for them for a long time: "Why did it take so long to get out?"

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"We saved a child, we'll talk about it on the way." Han Fei sat in the passenger seat, holding the blood-colored paper figurine in his arms.

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"Is she reliable?" Li Guo'er is a wanted criminal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I can't see the light for the time being.

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"I'll ask her for her opinion first." Han Fei communicated patiently with Xiao You in the car, and he was surprised to find that he seemed to have a talent for persuasion, and it didn't take much time for Xiao You to join them.

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Xiaoyou is just an ordinary person, but her mother is different. She is a "ghost" who can go out. The most important thing is that she can also use her mobile phone to pull certain people into the deep world.

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After confirming that Xiao You could be trusted, Li Guoer didn't say anything more, she just handed the invitation letter to Han Fei.

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Adjusting the angle, Han Fei used the lights in the car to see the number on the invitation letter - thirty.

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"I remember that the points seemed to be twenty-three before? Why did it suddenly increase so much?" The hanged ghost is not as strong as the boy's corpse, so it is impossible to directly increase the seven points. Han Fei suspected that the paper and puppet couple also gave him points.

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"I'm still surprised? Sitting in the car and waiting, the points will increase by themselves, and I feel like I'm lying down and winning." Li Guoer put the invitation again: "What are your plans next? "

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"I have gained a lot from this trip, and I need to digest it slowly." Han Fei flipped through the script he wrote: "By the way, do you know where there is a more famous yin house?"

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"Yin House?" Li Guo'er raised her eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

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"Marriage." Han Fei replied casually with his head lowered.