My Healing Game

After a long time of mental preparation, Huang Mao finally took over the blood-stained mobile phone under the pressure of Li Gui.

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He slowly put the phone to his ear, his heart raised in his throat: "Hello? Hello?"

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"I remember that you and Fu Sheng are students in the same school. Has he done anything out of the ordinary in the school this year?" Fei's voice was different from Fu Yi's.

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When he was surprised, Han Fei spoke again: "You'd better answer me honestly, if you dare to have any crooked thoughts, I will throw you on the street this time and use you to seduce those ghosts."

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Even if the voice changed, the tone of the speech was right at once, and all the doubts in Huang Mao's heart disappeared instantly: "Hello uncle, I am not very familiar with Fu Sheng. I heard from his classmates that after working hard for a while, he , I easily got the first place in the school, and then I became a little... different from ordinary people."

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"Different from ordinary people?"

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. "Yes, his communication with the 'ghost' has become more serious, there is no joy in his face anymore, as if the end of the world is coming, but only he knows." In order not to be used as bait , Huang Mao tried hard to show Han Fei his other values: "We don't know what happened to him. From a certain moment, he seemed to hate making choices. All the multiple-choice questions in the test papers were empty. Every day Sticking to the same life trajectory, eating the same meal, and if that meal sells out, he'd rather be hungry than go for something else."

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"This is no longer difficult to choose, he is afraid to choose." Han Fei felt that Fu Sheng in reality obtained the black box at this time, and he had to make the decision that would affect his life.

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"But he seems to be very grateful to you. In the most painful and uncomfortable times, he will write to you, take out the mobile phone you bought him to edit text messages, and you are his support." Huang Mao can talk more than before. : "It went on like this for a while, and after that, Fu Sheng never came to school."

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"Do you know where he went?"

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"Some people have seen him at the Paradise Night Arena, some people say he likes to go back to school at night for self-study, and some people say that he is already dead, and they saw his body hanging on the clock in the Times Building." Huang Mao said here, as if suddenly What came to mind: "By the way, about a few months ago, a teacher in the school went to find Fu Sheng. She saw Fu Sheng in the plastic surgery hospital in the city. She said that Fu Sheng gathered a lot of special things around at that time. He seems to be preparing to sew all those things into his body."

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"He wants to fuse with ghosts?" Han Fei frowned upon hearing this. Fu Sheng seemed to be forced to do nothing, so he would try such a crazy thing.

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. "It doesn't have to be a ghost..." Huang Mao turned his head and glanced at Xiaoyou's mother: "Anyway, I heard from the teacher that the things around him didn't hurt him, and I also persuaded him not to care about their feelings and think together. way to save more people.”

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"The ghosts hope that Fu Sheng's choice is to save people, and those ghosts are helping him to make a choice." Han Fei understands why the female student became like that. The whole thing is much more complicated than he imagined.

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"Uncle, Fu Sheng's predictions aren't all true, are they?"

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"What do you think? Specter, monsters and lunatics appear all over the city. The so-called purgatory, but that's all." Han Fei asked Huang Mao to return the phone to Xiao You: "You two stay where you are, I'll take someone there right away, pay attention. protect yourself."

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Han Fei, who was sitting in the taxi, hung up the phone. He saw the tragic situation outside the window, and his hard and cold heart also wavered.

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In this super-large city with a population of over 10 million, all kinds of tragedies are happening every moment. the sound of.

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"It's terrible." Xiao Jia gasped, he didn't even dare to look at the scene outside the car window.

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"Have you noticed anything?" Han Fei stared at the rapidly flashing scenery on both sides of the street: "When we came out of the Paradise Family Yard, the situation was not so serious. The closer to the Paradise area, the probability of ghosts appearing increases. The bigger it gets, the crazier people become."

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"I don't dare to think about anything now." Xiao Jia held his head: "The deep world merges with reality, and ghosts appear everywhere. This is even scarier than the end. I think it's easier to die."

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There are frequent supernatural events, the city is stained with blood, the number and types of ghosts are too many, and people seem to be just toys.

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Not only Xiao Jia, but also other players were frightened. This is a warm and healing game. All the games in the apocalyptic genre are not as scary and hopeless as this city.

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"Compared to them, we are lucky, at least we have the tools to resist." Han Fei looked at the buildings outside the car window. When the unknown terror came, most people could only lock the door. , hiding in his own home, waiting for death to knock on the door.

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Of all the people, only Li Guo'er was driving silently. She didn't participate in the conversation among the people. It's useless to say anything now. You have to do more things to save more people.

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The black taxi drove the road ahead, and the players' two vans followed behind. Han Fei's team had expanded to thirteen people. These people were carefully selected by Han Fei, and their abilities were more or less capable. Affects ghosts.

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In fact, Han Fei can completely leave the players alone, but he has a deeper plan. He wants to train these players who have died in the shrine memory world many times, so that they also have a brave heart , no longer fear the ghosts of the deep world.

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If the deep world in the future really gets out of control and merges with reality, then this group of players may become seeds, take root and sprout on their respective soils, and grow trees that can shelter more people.

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An hour later, Han Fei came to the place where Xiaoyou and Huang Mao were hiding, and took them to the plastic surgery hospital.

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Han Fei was very impressed with the hospital, but he still couldn't recall some specific details.

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Pushing open the hospital door, Han Fei immediately raised his hand and told everyone to slow down.

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There were screams and wailing everywhere outside the hospital, but inside the hospital it was so quiet that even a needle dropped on the ground could be heard clearly.

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"There are no ghosts in the hospital? Or is there a most terrifying ghost in the hospital that has killed everyone?" Han Fei grabbed Huang Mao in front of him: "Lead the way."

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"What the fuck? Why is it me again?" Huang Mao's lips were bitter, and he felt that bile was rushing up in waves. If time could be reversed, he would never bully Fu Sheng.

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"Stop talking nonsense, where did your teacher say you saw Fu Sheng?"

"The emergency room in Building 7 is where his mother died." Huang Mao reluctantly walked forward, and Han Fei followed with all the players.

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I revisited the old place, but things have long been different here, and there is not a single figure in the hospital, as if all moving things have evaporated.

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"Han Fei, save my daughter first, Yan Le's wound needs to be treated properly." The previous leader also left the Paradise Family Home with Han Fei. Now his daughter's situation is not optimistic.

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The situation of this girl, Yan Le, is more complicated. Under the induction of the butterfly, she was occupied by jealousy and hurt many people. In order to repair her soul, her mother killed all the girls that Yan Le was jealous of.

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This mother and daughter are actually similar to demons, and even those players hate them.

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"They are at fault, they deserve to die, but now they can't die, my wife's ability can help you." The boss tried his best to convince Han Fei: "She killed ten people, if they can save a hundred people... "

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"But the ten people she killed can't be resurrected." Han Fei didn't entangle with his boss on this issue. He took out his death and walked through the wards.

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The more you walk into the hospital, the quieter the surroundings.

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The nurses and patients that can be seen everywhere on weekdays seem to be all locked up. At first glance, there are only pale walls, pale floors, and doors that are half open and half closed.

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"Someone seems to have come one step ahead of us, and many ward doors have been damaged."

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When they reached Building 6, the ugly cat in Han Fei's backpack jumped out and ran down the stairs into the underground passage.

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There is a secret passage in the underground of the plastic surgery hospital, connecting the seven buildings, and only a few doctors are qualified to enter it.

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"I feel that the temperature has dropped a lot." Xiao Jia unconsciously lowered his voice, as if speaking loudly would attract some monsters.

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"Pay attention to the surrounding walls. The lines painted on them are very similar to the lines in the resurrection ceremony of the blue and white cram school." Li Guoer's fingers touched the wall lightly, and the lines would shrink automatically like tentacles with life.

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"It seems that Meng has already come here." Han Fei pieced together the scattered memory fragments in his mind: "Fu Sheng and Meng have been enemies since a very early time. After the deep world was closed, Fu Sheng and Meng seemed to be enemies. They're all locked up in the deep world."

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At the beginning, Fu Sheng had the support of other managers and inherited their ideas, but even so, he still did not kill the butterfly completely. Now Han Fei has nothing, and he is the enemy of everyone. How far can he go?

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"The crazy laughter comes from the Scarlet Orphanage in the back of my mind. He should be regarded as another me." Han Fei had no external support. He actually realized one thing very early. When he fell into despair, only Can save yourself.

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The ceremonial lines on the ground have been connected together. It is very scary to look at it like this. The dream seems to be preparing to use the entire hospital as an altar to sacrifice all the doctors and patients in the hospital.

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"If I hadn't changed the fate of the plastic surgery hospital before, then most of the desperate and crazy people in the city should be imprisoned here, whether it's those rich people who are crazy about their longevity and beauty, or ordinary people who are driven to collapse by life, their hearts The loopholes on the website will be exploited by the butterfly and become a sacrifice for his resurrection."

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Han Fei knew that this hospital was very important, but he didn't expect that his dream of being the manager of the park would also focus on it.

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Continuing to go down, the color of the pattern deepened, and blood began to be mixed in it.

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By the time he reached the second basement, all the patterns had been replaced by various types of hair. The hair from patients and doctors covered the ground. Han Fei finally saw the first living person in the hospital.

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"Du Jing?"

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When seeing that face, a name came to Han Fei's mind. After Du Shu died, her sister Du Jing became the new head of the hospital.

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In the impression, the fate has been changed. The people who should have died were rescued by Han Fei, and everything should be developing in a good direction, but Du Jing did not get happiness.

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. "Why is that?"

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The new dean, Du Jing, held two sharp pens, one with hate written on it and the other with love. She knitted black hair all over the floor like a sweater.

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Heads hang in the middle of the second and third underground floors. There are patients and doctors. The dream gives everyone the fairest ending. Those people are still immersed in the nightmare woven by butterflies until they die.

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It seemed that she noticed something, and Du Jing suddenly stopped what she was doing. She turned her head and glanced at everyone, and then continued to braid her black hair.

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"Du Jing?"

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Han Fei noticed that the other party's eyes were dull and depressed, as if he had lost all hope and became a puppet to be manipulated by nightmares.

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. Walking forward, Han Fei saw Du Jing weaving the patient's black hair into different things, including children's clothes, footballs, and people who could not be forgotten but would never be seen again.

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Every time an item is woven, UU reads www. uukanshu. com will have a patient's head and eyes closed, Du Jing seems to be stealing every patient's wishes and good expectations in this way.

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What she's braiding will be there for a while, and then the dead people's hair will become part of the huge pattern on the wall.

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"Dream left all the negative emotions to the living and stole the only beauty they had left?" Han Fei wanted to stop Du Jing, but the other party didn't respond when his hand touched Du Jing, but when he wanted to stop Du Jing When the other party continued to weave, Du Jing suddenly waved the pen in her hand like crazy, shouted her daughter's name, and attacked Han Fei.

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"Could it be that Meng took her daughter and used her to threaten her?" In reality, Du Jing's daughter is still alive, and even became a friend of Fu Sheng and Fu Tian: "Maybe it was Fu Sheng who saved that one. Girl, it's a pity that in reality no one but me knows about Fu Sheng's existence."

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Walking past Du Jing, Han Fei came to Building No. 7 through the underground corridor. He also saw the most shocking scene after Zi Zai Hospital woke up.

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The entire underground of Building No. 7 was hollowed out, and the bodies of patients and doctors were used as masonry, and a downward Building No. 8 was built.

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Between Building No. 7 and Building No. 8, there is a huge mirror, a person's birthday is written on the mirror, and a young man who is very similar to Fu Sheng is imprisoned in the mirror.

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. "The butterfly in the dead building regards me as the body of the resurrection. Could the body chosen by the dream be the same as Fu Sheng?"

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