My Healing Game

Latest website: Han Fei now has two elevator cards, one is the No. 11 elevator card that was brought in from the chef, and the other is badly damaged, and only a "9" can be clearly seen on the card.

"A catastrophe appeared in the red alley on the sixth floor. If our murder and arson were exposed, it could just be pushed on it. This is a reasonable use of the disaster." Changing his blood-soaked clothes, Han Fei took the two A special resident came to the elevator room on the sixth floor.

In the past, it was guarded by members of the Rust Elevator, and it was one of the busiest and most dangerous places on the floor. As long as the indicator light on the elevator was on, everyone would get nervous, because no one knew what would come out after the elevator door opened.

But now the elevator room on the sixth floor is empty, all the elevator lights are off, and the elevator doors are tightly closed.

"The cleaner told us to go to the tenth floor. Later, we will use the disaster ghost as an excuse to communicate with the rusty ladder cleaner on the tenth floor." Han Fei tried several times with the old elevator card. The elevator did not respond, but his heartbeat Faster and faster, the monster running out from behind the door was getting closer and closer to him.

"Should we go to the tenth floor to ask for help?" Fat Dog had a bad impression of the cleaners on the rusty ladder: "Those guys are all blinded by interests, and they will never take the risk to help."

"I'm not going to ask them to help me. I want to take down the tenth floor." Han Fei still doesn't know how to leave the skyscraper. He has limited energy alone, and it's difficult to find a way to leave, so he needs more The people are with themselves: "Soon there will be one less force in this building, and new rules will be established."

Hearing Han Fei's ambitious words, Sister Hong felt a little worried: "Although I have never seen a god, I can guess from those devout believers that it is the **** who really makes the rules, and we are just big bugs struggling in his palm. .”

"What about bugs? Have you ever seen poisonous bugs that can bite people to death?" Han Fei weakly pressed An in his heart, took out the elevator card he got from the chef, and retreated into the No. 11 elevator.

Before swiping the card, the rusty elevator doors opened little by little, and the outside of the car was very clean, as if no monster would lick the garbage and blood in the car.

Fat Dog was too small, so Han Fei asked him to stay inside, while the others followed him into the elevator.

As the elevator door closed abruptly, an extremely oppressive feeling came to my heart, as if the whole person was pushed back from the fish's mouth, sliding and wriggling along its intestines, and every nerve in the body was resisting.

The numbers on the display screen inside the elevator changed quickly, and Han Fei dared not relax at all, but the more people are afraid of something, the more it will happen unexpectedly.

When the number changed to 9, the rapidly descending elevator stopped suddenly.

A few seconds ago, the elevator door creaked and opened by itself, and inside was a gloomy, white corridor without any lights.

"No one pressed the elevator on the fourth floor, but why did he come here?" The old man and Han Fei hid in front of Li Rou together, and everyone dared to act recklessly.

"I remember that this floor is very special. There is neither an organization like Red Lane nor a gambling house, so it is relatively safe.

layer. "The light outside the elevator shone inside, and Sister Hong pressed the door close button as quickly as possible. When the elevator door was about to close, she took out a large mirror for makeup from the outside of the large bag she was carrying.

At the very last moment when the elevator closed, she kicked the big mirror out.

Han Fei also instantly understood what Sister Hong wanted to do, and fixed his eyes on the mirror.

Through the mirror, Han Fei and Sister Hong saw a terrifying scene. Right next to their elevator, stood a strange man whose mouth and eyes were all torn off!

That person's entire face was about to fall down, but he still smiled loudly, very charming.

The elevator continued to go up, and Sister Hong wiped the hot sweat from her brow: "Did you see it just now? There is a freak standing in the elevator!"

"Is it a freak ghost?" If it wasn't for the high blood volume, Han Fei actually wanted to touch the other party so that the system could identify the other party's basic information.

"The abnormal person's face and stomach were dug up like that, and he would have died long ago!" Sister Hong was terrified: "Should the elevator on the fourth floor be guarded by the cleaners of the rusty stairs? Why is there a freak standing at the door? Could it be that the gods are asleep It's been too long, have all kinds of scary things in the building started to appear?"

"This is also good news for us." Han Fei nodded subconsciously.

"I've never heard bad news from you." The old man was very emotional. When encountering problems, he used a positive and optimistic attitude to face mistakes, but when encountering abnormal ghosts and perverts, he still used this attitude to face them. The sun is getting a little heartburning.

The dilapidated No. 11 elevator finally came to a stop, the rusty elevator door opened to both sides, and the dim light shone on the faces of several people.

"It's pretty quiet on this floor."

There is only one floor difference between the tenth floor and the fourth floor, but they seem to be two completely same places, the fourth floor and the long dead silence, lights are installed under every corridor on the tenth floor, and the sound of hawking, quarrels and footsteps can still be heard .

Being able to quarrel means that there is a certain order and rules. In the red alley, there is no quarrel at all. If there is a dispute, life and death will be divided.

"We have no conflicts with the believers in the building. We will need you to lead the way later." Han Fei and the old man changed the clothes of the residents in the building and covered their faces.

Sister Hong was very reliable in her work. She helped Han Fei find the rusty staircase cleaner on the tenth floor in just a few minutes.

"You're Baicha? I don't care what happened to you in the red alley. If you want me to help, you have to see your sincerity." A thin and big woman with mischievous eyebrows looked at Han Fei impatiently. He thought it was Han Fei. Not to spoil his good deeds.

"A catastrophe appeared on the eighth floor, and everyone died."

"Does that have anything to do with my fart?" The skinny woman blew on her empty palm, as if there was no dust visible to the naked eye.

"Take me to see you old and young on the rusty ladder on the tenth floor. These are all yours." Han Fei casually threw a bag containing boneless coins over, and the tall and thin woman smiled immediately after seeing it. meaning.

"I'll take you there right away, but I'll give you a vaccination first, and that one has a very good temper." The skinny woman was very depressed, but he still knew that Han Fei gave him money for his life, so he went down The ashes of a person who received money from him were thrown away.

Walking out of the relatively quiet corridor, there are indeed fewer people on the tenth floor than other floors, and a small part of them are moved from other floors, but this also shows that the managers on the tenth floor are very incompetent.

Pushing open the secret door at the corner, Chang Su quickly saw the other side of the tenth floor. Where the light could reach, there were a small number of corpses piled up randomly. Everything was looted.

"It's such a friendly, greedy, and selfish place to the extreme." Han Fei's affection for the tenth floor was gone.

"Yeah, those selfish people can provide flesh and blood to selfish people when they reach the tenth floor, and we will also insult them, such as naming their names, and then drink his bone marrow with peace of mind." Big Thin There was a sneer on the woman's face: "Then are you willing to be a selfish person? Or are you willing to be a selfish person?"

"I want to be a fair person."

"There's no fairness in the world?" The skinny woman dismissed Han Fei's words.

"No, for example, everyone will die." Chang Su also showed a smile. This skyscraper foreign exchange gathered the dirtiest part of human nature, and he already knew how to do it. "Are you a comedian? You really know how to tell jokes." The skinny woman opened a door behind her, and the harsh light shone under the floor tiles.

Room.

It was the first time Han Fei had seen such a room on the 70th floor of a skyscraper.

"Zhang Shu, how can you be so rude to the guests?"

The door curtain was lifted, and a woman in messy clothes came out from the outer room, holding a broken skull of an older child in his hand.

"Hello, the cleaner who was killed by the disaster ghost, please come to the tenth floor and find a night policeman without a camera after he dies. That night policeman should be the key to killing the disaster ghost." Han Fei took the initiative to face the other party in order to complete the task. He stretched out his hand, but the other party kept looking at the older child's skull.

Using the ability of art appreciation, Han Fei found that the size of the skull was consistent with the slight age of the bones. It seemed that a child's head was locked out of the iron box from the beginning, and the body was broken and small, but the head did not develop abnormally.

"Your skull is indeed rare, but this kind of thing made with the help of inner power can be called a work of art at all. People on the lower seventy floors think it's just a lowly thing." Chang Sufu took a glance, and then gave his own evaluation.

Hearing that her collection was said so, the woman immediately turned her head, a trace of slowness flashed in her eyes.

"You hate collecting, don't you? If you can help me..." Han Fei approached the woman and whispered, "I can help you get the treasures on the lower seventy floors, and none of them contain divinity."

work. "

"A work that contains divinity?" The woman's eyes widened~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He let the others stay inside, and he retreated into the outer room with Chang Su.

There were all kinds of **** and cruel collections in front of the curtain, but the woman proudly showed off to Han Fei: "I collected these myself, but unfortunately there are too many people who understand me on the tenth floor. You can see As for the skull, you probably like to collect it too, right?"

"No one collects the victims' clothes, organs and skulls, but I hate collecting crimes. I want to make specimens of all the criminals and list all the crimes they didn't have." The smile on Han Fei's face was very bright. Gentle, anyone can see him as a gentle scholar: "Just now you were not polite at all inside, now there are only two of us outside this room, do you think they will avenge you if I kill you?"

Before the woman could react, she saw a huge monster crawling out from the ghost pattern on Han Fei's back, and the mouth full of soul poison opened behind him!

"Did you know? Before the corpse soaked in soul poison is burned to ashes, your ashes will show a white to shiny and long-lasting luster. That is a very precious collection." Chang Su stared at it and shook his head. The woman, with the same smile on her face: "As a collector, I think there should be someone who can resist the temptation of white ashes?"