My Healing Game

Eight kinds of instruments are used in the resurrection ceremony. The mirror with the birth date is the most important one. It reflects the past and divides the dream and reality. One side is yin and the other is yang. It exists in all resurrection ceremonies. .

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"Why is the child in the mirror?" Xiao Jia leaned beside Han Fei, and he wanted to hug the old leader's thigh tightly.

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"It is said that when people die, part of their souls will remain in the mirror they often looked in during their lifetime. This may be the same principle." Ah Chong stood on the other side of Han Fei. He has since seen Han Fei's arm full of scars. Later, I felt that Han Fei and myself were like-minded people and became Han Fei's follower.

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Han Fei didn't answer the two people's questions, just held the red rope and walked forward.

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"The plastic surgery hospital is set up as an altar, and the eight buildings correspond to eight types of equipment. Dream wants to be resurrected here..."

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Originally, Han Fei thought that Fu Sheng was the choice of the three managers of the park, but now he realizes that Meng is also playing on Fu Sheng's ideas. Fu Sheng should be the "product" of the mutual compromise and calculation of all the managers of the park.

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There was a large-scale collapse in the underground of Building No. 7. Du Jing has been in charge of the restoration project. Unfortunately, she has already been controlled by Dream, and the entire hospital has been transformed into what Dream wanted.

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The corpses that filled the deep pit formed the "Building No. 8". Horror, despair, and negative emotions were constantly fermenting, which seemed to correspond to the deep world.

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Above Building No. 8 is the clean and tidy Building No. 7, which represents healing, hope and death.

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The recovered patients regained their smiles and left with their families. The patients who failed to be rescued were transferred to the ground, and their gradually cold corpses became a brick for building the deep world.

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Han Fei stepped on the corpse and climbed up. He grabbed the black hair hanging in the air and came to the place where Building No. 7 and Building No. 8 are connected as if climbing a rock.

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Taking a deep breath, Han Fei didn't care about the stench escaping in the air. His fingers were embedded in the corpse, and he got closer to the mirror.

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The young man locked in the mirror heard the sound, turned his back to the mirror, curled up in the corner, clasped his legs, and buried his head between his knees.

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He didn't dare to look at the outside world, let alone the courage to step out of the mirror.

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"Fu Sheng?"

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Han Fei stopped in front of the huge mirror. He looked at the young man in the mirror. The broken memories in his mind were gradually put together, and scenes were restored.

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The young man in the mirror is the same as the Fu Sheng in his memory, everything seems to be back to when we first met.

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Fu Sheng locked himself in the room and refused to communicate with anyone. The world was full of malice towards him. He was lonely and painful.

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"Fu Sheng!" Han Fei shouted towards the mirror, but the young man was unmoved, not even raising his head.

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The young man huddled in the corner of the room was the Fu Sheng in Han Fei's memory, not the fragments of Fu Sheng's memory.

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"You should still remember me! In that small park, we ate together and fed the cat."

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Han Fei's hand touched the mirror surface, but the cold and hard mirror was like a cage that could never be broken, and Han Fei's voice could not be transmitted.

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"The soul is retained in the mirror. Dream can manipulate the young man through the remnant soul in the mirror, and slowly achieve the purpose of controlling the other party." The injured Yan Le suddenly spoke, and Yan Le's mother wanted to show her value: "Meng prepared eight bodies for himself. Yan Le and Fu Sheng are his choices, but Fu Sheng's situation is very special, and other managers value him more."

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"How did you know this?"

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"I saw him at night in the paradise. Both the 'human' and the 'ghost' want to instill their ideas into the child and make him the new owner of the paradise." Yan Le's expression is grim, and now it is still her mother who is controlling Her body: "The Paradise Family Home, the Plastic Surgery Hospital, in addition to these two places, there are six other places in the city that also hide the body of dreams. If you want to destroy the ritual of dreams, you must destroy all the bodies. Just do it."

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It is said that the cunning rabbit has three caves, and Meng has prepared eight paths for him.

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"It seems that time is very tight." Nodding, Han Fei asked Xiao Jia to carry Fu Tian over, and they worked together to put the young Fu Tian in front of the mirror.

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Without Han Fei opening his mouth, Fu Tian lay on the mirror and called out his brother's name. He was just a few years old now. He was separated from his mother and mixed with a group of outlaws. Seeing his relatives, he immediately revealed his vulnerable side.

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Fu Tian cried. His brother, who he regarded as a role model, was locked in the mirror and looked extremely despondent.

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"Mom has been looking for you! She even lied to me that you went to study abroad! She is calling every night and collecting clues. She really misses you!"

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The tender voice carried a cry, and the young man in the mirror moved his ears slightly, but his body still did not respond.

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"elder brother!"

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As Fu Tian's voice became louder, the silence of the hospital was also broken, and there seemed to be bugs crawling on the corpses that were used as masonry.

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The drooping black hair swayed slightly, and there was obviously no wind in the ground, but the black hair twisted and turned like a bug caught in the dirt.

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"Dream has traps near every resurrection ceremony. The traps on Yan Le's body are butterflies that can fall into dreams. I don't know what the traps here are. You'd better be careful." Yan Le's mother finished speaking and caught He held his boss's arm and gave him a look, signaling that he was ready to step back.

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In Yan Le's mother's world, everything added up is less important than her daughter, who has become her obsession.

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The young Fu Tian didn't understand this. He was frightened along the way. After seeing his brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, his inner grievance and anxiety broke out completely. He wanted to wake up his brother.

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After my father left, my elder brother was the backbone of the family. He promised to take care of his mother together and live a hard life, but his elder brother ran away alone without a word, and disappeared into the crowd like that.

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He didn't understand, couldn't figure it out, but in order not to make his mother sad, he didn't dare to ask.

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"Your brother has his own difficulties. He chose between people and ghosts, and between home and the city, he chose the city. From this aspect, he really can't be regarded as a bad person. At least compared to me, He is more like a good person." This memory shrine is to reproduce everything that happened in the past in front of Han Fei's eyes, and it is the last time Fu Sheng wants to convince Han Fei.

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"It has been proved to be the wrong path, and there is no need to go on it again. I also know that it is difficult to walk on a new path, and I will face obstacles from all forces, old and new, but there are many things in this world, not because of difficulties. gave up."

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The "Building No. 8" built out of corpses began to mutate. The corpses that should have died were pierced by black hairs, their chests undulating slightly, and after connecting into a large piece, it seemed that the whole building was breathing.

Taking out the butcher knife of death, Han Fei asked Fu Tian to step back. His idea was very simple. If the dream imprisoned Fu Sheng's remnant soul in the mirror, then he would cut open the mirror and rescue him.

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"The more enemies you kill, the sharper you will be in life. The dream of building a mirror has created boundless killings. I should be able to cut through what he left behind."

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The mutation of "Building No. 8" began to accelerate. All the patients and medical staff in the hospital gathered here. The number was terrifying. Even if they all became the lowest obsessions, they could easily remove all but Han Fei. all killed.

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"Han Fei! Let's evacuate first!" Xiao Jia is the closest to Han Fei, and his experience in the past few days is more terrifying than all the nightmares he has had in the past half of his life.

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"You bring Fu Tian with you, and you go back to the ground first!"

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"And you?"

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"Don't worry about me!" Han Fei held the knife in both hands, he stood with all the fellows in the handle of the knife, his thoughts were concentrated and his wills overlapped.

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Cut!

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A dazzling light flashed in the dark underground building, and the most beautiful part of human nature turned into a blade, slashing on the mirror surface.

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Life and death were at stake, Han Fei swung the knife with all his strength, but the sound of the broken mirror was not heard.

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Looking up in surprise, Han Fei found that the mirror surface was flowing like a wave of water, and the rebirth knife slashed into the mirror, but he couldn't destroy the mirror. Instead, there were signs of fusion with it.

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At the same time as the knife of rebirth was slashing into the mirror, strange faces appeared on the mirror. There was no pain or sadness on their faces, only faint smiles and relief.

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"Can't split with the knife of death? What is this mirror made of?"

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Han Fei slashed it down, and all the corpses that made up "Building No. 8" turned into corpses. They became angry for no reason. It seemed that someone had destroyed their remaining expectations.

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The eyes on the wall of the corpse slowly opened, the scabbed wound oozing blood, and the large corpse plaques fell off. Pairs of vicious eyes stared at Han Fei, who was holding the knife.

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"I seem to understand the trick of the butterfly." Han Fei figured out the key in a very short time: "Dream is good at playing with people's hearts, he can weave nightmares, and he can weave beautiful dreams, he should be those patients and doctors. All the good emotions in the heart are stripped out, and the hopes and memories of others are used to create a mirror."

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"This mirror hanging on the corpse cave in **** is not only a cage for Fu Sheng's remnant soul, but also a collection of the best obsessions of all the deceased. As long as someone destroys the mirror, it is destroying the beautiful memories of all the deceased, which will naturally trigger them. anger, and let them do whatever it takes."

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The dream has inadvertently constructed a delicate balance, the world is above, the deep world is below, the two worlds are connected by the best memory in human nature, and hope and despair exist at the same time.

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What's even more wonderful is that all these good things have nothing to do with Fu Sheng. The world he wants to save doesn't love him, and he has left him with the deepest despair. This may also be the remnant soul trapped in the mirror, right? One of the reasons there is no response from the outside world.

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"Dream extracts everyone's beautiful memories and makes it into a mirror that imprisons the soul, making people immersed in it and unable to leave. But I made the human nature that everyone insisted on at the end become a blade, which can cut through all evil."

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Touching the mirror with his palm, Han Fei stared at the young man curled up in the corner in the mirror, as if he had returned to the world of the previous shrine.

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"You have indeed endured too many things. This may be the fate of being selected by the black box."

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Han Fei wanted to convey his voice, but the corpses in the whole building were changing. If he didn't leave, it would be difficult for Xu Qin to protect him.

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"I seem to have missed something..." When Han Fei was about to turn around, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a **** the young man's neck, which seemed to be the strap of a mobile phone case.

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Taking a closer look, the young man was curled up, something seemed to be pressing between his chest and knees.

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Pressing his lips together, Han Fei remembered the scene where he and Fu Sheng finally met. After hesitating for a while, he shouted at Xiao You, "Give me your cell phone!"

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Xiaoyou's mother brought the blood-stained mobile phone, and Han Fei tried his best to recall the last number.

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Pieces of memory were put together, he turned on his phone, and pressed one number after another.

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Soon, the phone got through.

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The familiar ringtone of the mobile phone rang both inside and outside the mirror. Fu Sheng, who had been curling up in the corner with his head down, moved slightly. For the first time, he reacted to the outside world and slowly raised his head. Those numb eyes saw the phone. Caller ID on .

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After a brief period of daze, his eyes changed.

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Holding the phone in both hands, he stood up and glanced around. At that moment, he became like a normal person again.

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The corpse transformation of "Building No. 8" has already begun. Han Fei's legs were caught by the hands reaching out from the corpse wall, but he had no intention of dodging at all. He stared straight at the young man in the mirror, and then Put the phone to your ear.

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The bell kept ringing, Fu Sheng stared at the screen for a long time, and finally pressed the answer button.

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The sound of his breathing came from the microphone. After hesitating for a long time, Fu Sheng said a word.

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"is it you?"

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"it's me."

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The phone screen becomes blurry~www.wuxiaspot.com~Where are you? "

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"Outside the mirror, I've been looking at you."

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Fu Sheng, who was holding the phone, walked out of the darkness. He didn't know where the mirror was. The world in the mirror seemed to be pitch black without any light.

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"It's okay, don't worry, you do as I say, go forward, yes, keep going forward."

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Han Fei's voice came from the phone. The young man, just like before, walked to the mirror with Han Fei's help, and his hand also touched the mirror.

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"Are you outside?"

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"Yes, we are separated by a mirror. I'm looking at you, but you can't see me, but when you're in the dark, I still want to cheer you up."

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Fragments of memory spread out in his mind. With just a few words, Han Fei had already determined that the Fu Sheng in front of him was the one who had met him once, and the first Fu Sheng in the memory world of this shrine.

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"Can't you see?" Fu Sheng put his hand on the mirror: "I can see all the ghosts, but I can't see you and my mother."

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"You take a step back first, I want to stab my knife into the mirror, you can see if you can catch it." Han Fei was not the kind of person who would give up easily. They slashed towards the mirror together, and the bright and bright blade seemed to be a helping hand extended by everyone to Fu Sheng.