My Healing Game

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Han Fei stood in Room 444 of Building 4 of the Paradise Family Courtyard. His eyes slowly moved away from Yan Le, entered the back room alone, and began to check this weird room.

"Don't walk around!" The middle-aged man kindly reminded, but Han Fei had already entered the bedroom.

Walking in a room full of curse words, the whole person will feel extremely depressed and panic. Those words are like distorted faces, constantly squeezed into their eyeballs.

"Fourth has the meaning of death. The fourth floor seems to be the dead building. I feel that there are memories of this place in my mind, but I can't remember it at all."

Scanning the shocking curse on the wall, Han Fei walked forward along the **** handprints, and he found something in the bedroom.

On the floor full of vicious curses lay a folding bed, with chains hanging from the legs of the bed, which seemed to be used to secure the occupants of the bed.

Under the bed, Han Fei also found a cardboard box full of videotapes.

Picking up a plate, Han Fei frowned when he saw the text on the cover.

The videotape in this box recorded the last time of a person's life, filmed their final despair, and fixed the picture of their death. It is a veritable death video.

On the other side of the bed is the projector. Depending on its placement, the picture played by the projector can just be seen by the person on the bed.

"Do people who are fixed in bed have to watch such a desperate video of death every night?"

In order to verify his guess, Han Fei put the videotape into the projector.

The lights came on, and there were strange noises from the projector, like a lot of bugs crawling between the bones.

"Stop! Dreams interfere with reality through video recording, dragging us into nightmares." The middle-aged man outside the house struggled and came over, trying to stop Han Fei.

"You all go out, I'll stay here alone, if I fall into a nightmare, you open the door and escape, don't worry about me." It's okay to watch the death video in such a weird room, Han Fei has to watch it by himself, refuses When other people came over, the middle-aged man didn't know whether to admire Han Fei's courage or to say that he was ignorant and fearless.

Sitting on the single bed, Han Fei stared at the playback screen, savoring despair.

At the beginning of all videos, there is a colorful butterfly flying from a distance. The lines on its body are gorgeous and magnificent, as if it condenses all the beauty in this dark night.

The butterfly appeared very suddenly and disappeared very suddenly. After it disappeared, the video started to play normally.

The first victim was Yan Le's neighbor, a child who was rejected by his parents in a single-parent family. Both sides regarded him as a burden. Slowly, he also thought that his existence was a mistake. With the cooperation of Butterfly and Yan Le's mother , that child hastily ended his life.

In the whole video, Yan Le did not leave the country, but if you think about it carefully, she was probably the photographer who recorded these cruel and crazy scenes.

Nine victims died, and a large number of victims were on the verge of mental breakdown. Everyone lived in their own despair, like a child lost at a crossroads, dazed, scared, and helpless.

The emotions of those people infected the viewers through the videotape, but Han Fei was expressionless and just watched silently.

He didn't know why he didn't react, maybe because he had seen something more desperate than this somewhere.

Fast-forward, double-speed, and Han Fei watched the videotapes, and he also discovered a very strange thing.

Every time the tape is played, the butterfly in the title will fly forward a little.

By the time he saw the last tape, the butterfly was about to land on the screen.

"I really want to slap it to death." Han Fei continued to watch. The protagonist of the last videotape was the owner of the videotape rental house. He accidentally saw Yan Le's filming work and resonated.

On a certain night, he lay in bed like Han Fei at this time and watched it repeatedly.

In the second half of the night, almost twelve o'clock in the morning, he also saw the last video.

At this time, he was completely dominated by a certain emotion, and the expression on his face became more and more terrifying. He thought about many things in life, then took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen and knocked on the neighbor's door.

In the last scene of the picture, the boss and the neighbor both fell in a pool of blood. The neighbor's expression was fearful and painful, but the boss showed a strange relief and satisfaction when he died.

When he died, a colorful butterfly flew out of the boss's mind, flapping its wings up and down, approaching the screen.

It flew closer and closer, and finally seemed to fly out of the screen.

Han Fei stared at the butterfly vigilantly, and when he reacted again, the colorful butterfly appeared in his mind.

In the empty mind, there is only the black screen that blocks the memory. Butterfly worked hard to spread the dream dust of despair, but did not weave any dreams. It was not willing to fail like this. memories, and then destroy them all.

"Only by knowing the past can we weave the worst nightmare in my heart. I can understand it." Han Fei was lying on the bed with the blood-colored paper man in his arms. Normal people would definitely feel scared at this time. Things, nine people have committed suicide because of it before, but Han Fei is very indifferent, as if it was planned in advance.

Han Fei himself didn't understand where his confidence came from, it felt like he had practiced before.

In order to get into the crack, the colorful butterfly did not hesitate to stain its gorgeous wings with blood, and it vowed to drag Han Fei into the most terrifying nightmare.

The **** paper man opened his eyes, but Han Fei shook his head. He didn't even let the paper man stop the butterfly.

"I can predict death, but this mutilated little butterfly did not arouse my inner fear." Han Fei changed a comfortable position: "Looking at the dazed appearance of the butterfly after entering my mind, the person who cleared my memory should not be Dream. If I really cleared the game before, it is likely that another manager who cleared my memory is the enemy of the dream."

The brain is the core of a person, the home of consciousness and soul, but Han Fei lets the other person enter.

He is using the attack of one enemy to break the shackles left by another enemy.

"I seem to be a little sleepy." The sound of Xixi Susuo came from his mind, as if fine sand slipped in his ears, Han Fei tied the paper man and himself with a red rope, bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and used his will to fight the sleepiness .

The colorful butterfly burrows into the shady screen, which can arouse the deepest despair and evil in a person's heart.

After a moment of tranquility, the cracks on the dark screen widened again, and suffocating despair oozes from the dark screen.

If other people's despair is a completely closed dark room, then Han Fei's despair is like an endless deep sea!

Instead of locking himself in the darkness, he wants to drown everything!

The original colorful butterfly also appeared to have a crack, its beautiful wings were torn apart, and Han Fei's memory fragments were like sharp glass slag, deeply piercing its body.

The butterfly was shaky, and the sharp memory fragments were brought out of the gap. Han Fei also saw some memories related to the butterfly.

He has killed butterflies before!

The fragments that pierced the butterfly's body were all memories related to the butterfly. Han Fei saw the last scene of the butterfly's death.

In the back of his mind was a blood-red orphanage, where he was laughing wildly and pinched the butterfly to death.

This blood-colored memory caused a chain reaction. The entire black screen that blocked the memory was covered with bloodshots. As the crack expanded again, the despair and fear in Han Fei's memory also poured out along the crack.

Colorful Butterfly wanted to weave nightmares with Han Fei's despair and pain, but it didn't expect that Han Fei's despair and pain far exceeded his imagination.

The colorful butterfly did not escape Han Fei's mind in the end, and was torn apart by despair and became part of the nightmare.

The despair and pain in Han Fei's mind were also like the flood that broke the dam. All kinds of terrifying hallucinations and images began to appear around him. Among them, there was a giant tree made up of countless human hands; The male teacher of the mouth; the vague singing and so on.

"Attention number 0000 players, you have successfully reached stage eight!"

The colorful butterflies are like sparks falling into a powder keg, weaving a nightmare that engulfs itself.

Lying on the bed, a drop of blood flowed from the corner of Han Fei's eyes, the blood vessels in his temple bulged high, and his will was repeatedly beaten by fear.

He now knew how painful the "brain" was just now, and it was not easy to resist the nightmare.

But he was a little more relaxed than the "brain" that his nightmares were out of control. At this moment, not only could he see those terrifying scenes, but everyone around him was affected. Because the butterfly died directly in the dream, his nightmares were spreading all around.

"I didn't expect that the disgusting villain I hated the most could actually activate my memory." Han Fei looked towards the living room. "Brain" drew the undissipated labyrinth pattern on Yan Le's belly, and the one got into Yan Le's belly. The thing is right under the maze tattoo at this point.

After the colorful butterfly in the video tape died, a scream came from Yan Le's stomach, and the labyrinth tattoo began to spread rapidly.

"It's half past eleven in the evening, why hasn't Yan Le's mother appeared yet?" Li Guoer, who was guarding the door, gradually lost her patience, and she checked the time repeatedly.

"I don't know." The middle-aged man sat in the corner, the blood in his eyes had dried up, and two shocking bloodstains remained on his cheeks.

"Yan Le's mother loves Yan Le so much, if we put a knife on Yan Le's neck or do something to hurt her, maybe we can force her mother to show up." Li Guoer is not giving advice, she is Really took out the knife: "this room is too weird, let's call out Yan Le's mother as soon as possible, and then leave."

"If you do that, you will be regarded as a threat by Yan Le's mother, and she is even less likely to cooperate with you and tell you what happened in the past." The middle-aged man knew his wife's character very well, he said weakly.

"Then how long do we have to wait?" Li Guo'er was under a lot of pressure as she was protecting her two children.

"The resentment will break out completely at midnight, and her mother should also appear." The middle-aged man just finished speaking, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. All the curse words in the whole room moved, and there was an extremely disturbing atmosphere. Quietly emerges: "Has my wife become so terrifying?"

"Cough cough." Han Fei walked out of the back room coughing. He wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes and stared at the "brain" of his predecessor: "There is a colorful butterfly hidden in the death tapes left by your daughter and wife."

"That's one of the incarnations of 'Dream' when killing people. It will look like that when it falls into a dream." The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei and said in surprise, "Why are your eyes bleeding?"

"I have good news and bad news to tell you." Han Fei stretched out a finger: "The good news is that one of the incarnations of dreams died in my mind, and it was crushed by the nightmare that I woven. "

"Impossible, the dream has never been killed, no one can have the memory of its death, let alone the despair that can shake its will." The middle-aged man shook his head: "Forget it, what are you talking about the bad news? Bar?"

"The bad news is that after it died, the nightmare in my mind was completely out of control, and all the despair and pain enveloped you too. You may see the horror I experienced later, or you may need to help me share the pain." Han As soon as the non-sounding words fell, the faint singing sounded in everyone's ears.

Yan Le, who was tied to a chair, suddenly screamed. She had never been so uneasy before.

The expression on that immature face slowly turned gloomy, and her bones made a crisp sound, as if another soul hidden in her body felt a fatal threat and wanted to come out to replace her body.

The middle-aged man who felt that Han Fei was talking nonsense at first stopped talking. He found that no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of the singing. The singing that sounded from the nightmare seemed to directly envelope the whole community. .

"What terrifying monsters have you met?" The middle-aged man got up from the ground and covered his daughter's ears regardless of the danger.

"I don't know, I lost my memory." Han Fei heard the singing, and goose bumps appeared on the back of his neck.

Before everyone could figure out the meaning of the song, the harsh siren temporarily overwhelmed the song.

Han Fei opened the door and looked outside. A black taxi led a police car like a long dragon into the community.

"Xiao Jia surrendered to the enemy?"

The siren, singing and crying were mixed together. As more and more people entered the community, Han Fei felt that the pain he had suffered was gradually lessening. Immediately disturbed by Han Fei's previous hallucinations of despair, he gradually became unable to distinguish between reality and dream, and then did all kinds of terrible things.

"It seems to be a mess." Han Fei looked further afield, and there were several vans behind the police car. After the players circled around, they entered through the back door of the community.