My Healing Game

"Player No. 0000, please pay attention. You have discovered the personality of the explorer. This special personality comes from a patient in a mental hospital and has been stripped of hatred."

The system prompt sounded, and the head in the black box disappeared into Han Fei's hands, as if it had merged into his will, but correspondingly, he suffered more fear.

"Can these personalities stripped of hatred be swallowed by the abyss of greed?"

Han Fei thought about this possibility seriously, but the doctor who was burned by the black fire stared angrily. He really didn't expect Han Fei to say something similar to hatred.

"What am I figuring out? It seems that I was really influenced by Gao Cheng's greedy personality, and I want to swallow everything."

After the second doctor was reduced to ashes, the spirit ghosts began to have problems gradually. It was pitch black outside the building, and the opening torn by the vice-captain of the logistics squadron could not be seen at all, but now the faint light shone in again, and the replacement speed of the illusion Seems to be a bit slower too.

"Besides me, there are other people who are destroying the black box containing the personality. The dean really underestimated the Bureau of Investigation this time."

As soon as Han Fei stepped out of the elevator, the voice of No. 2 sounded again in the depths of his consciousness: "Leave this floor as soon as possible and run up! Follow the crying of the child, and don't stop no matter what you encounter."

"Run up? Are you going upstairs?"

The ground under Han Fei's feet suddenly trembled, and the neat floor tiles began to deform. It seemed that something was about to crawl out of the dark gap.

The wall peeled off, and the words on it were squeezed together, just like the wrinkles on the old man's face. What was even more frightening was that a strong rotten smell began to emanate from the wall.

A faint cough sounded, and half a pale face appeared at the corner. He followed Han Fei quietly, like a shadow, lingering.

"Different fears are intertwined, and it seems that many members of the Bureau have been recruited."

Unable to find the stairs, Han Fei could only speed up and flee, but the perverted stalker behind him couldn't get rid of him no matter what, mental exhaustion and fear tormented him all the time.

"Where is the cry of a child?"

Han Fei was worrying when he suddenly found that the pattern on the wall was different from before.

Han Fei, whose memory is far superior to that of ordinary people, clearly remembered that when he first entered the building, the walls were full of cruel scenes of patients performing surgery on doctors, but now some pictures that happened outside the hospital began to appear on the walls, such as two Two young people go shopping together, a family goes outing in the wild, a boy jumps into a swimming pool and gets his legs wrapped in water snakes, a priest prays for a little girl, and so on.

"The fears of the members of the investigation team are also drawn on the walls? Their fears are integrated into the whole building?"

The pictures on the wall are shocking. Many of them look quite normal, but if you look closely, you can find something extremely scary.

After walking more than ten meters, Han Fei slowed down. A middle-aged woman was painted on the wall in front of him.

It's so lifelike that if you don't look carefully, you might even think it's a real person standing next to it.

The middle-aged woman was wearing ordinary casual clothes, with a smile on her face. She seemed to be telling a story to the child, and there was a sentence written on the book in her hand—the mother was hiding there.

Looking in the direction of the woman's other finger, Han Fei found a vent at the top of the corridor diagonally opposite the portrait.

"Go up? Do you want me to enter the ventilation duct?"

The portrait of a middle-aged woman on the wall made Han Fei feel very uncomfortable, but he had no other choice. The fear in his heart surged due to hesitation, so he stopped staying and climbed into the ventilation duct with great effort.

The tunnel is narrow, which is just right for children, but adults like Han Fei can easily get stuck after climbing in, and there is no way to turn back.

"Don't be afraid, only in the face of fear can you survive!"

Han Fei has already understood the routine of spirit ghosts, but for the vast majority of people, even if they understand it, they will still feel fear. Ask yourself, many people will still feel panic and want to escape even if they know that they are having a nightmare .

This spirit ghost takes advantage of this, the more he wants to escape, the more he will be pursued, and those fears will gradually become reality, until he really kills a person.

Crawling forward, a noise gradually appeared in the quiet pipe, and the sound seemed to come from behind Han Fei.

"Someone followed me into the pipeline? Is it the stalker? Or the middle-aged woman painted on the wall?"

No matter which one followed, it was bad news for Han Fei.

He has no way out now, he can only speed up.

The passage became narrower and narrower, and there was no hope in sight. Han Fei quickly climbed to the place where the two pipes met. He looked to the left and felt his scalp tingling for a moment.

There were two people lying on their stomachs in the aisles on the left and right sides, their arms were close to their bodies, their faces were bloodless, their eyes were protruding, and their mouths opened and closed, as if they were chewing something!

After seeing Han Fei, the two of them squirmed like snakes in the narrow passage, crawling towards Han Fei.

"It looks really mentally polluted!"

Han Fei moved forward desperately, but before he had climbed far, he saw the end of the passage. There seemed to be a dead end ahead, and he might have to retreat if he wanted to survive.

go ahead? Or retreat?

The two snake-like monsters were about to chase after them, so Han Fei gritted his teeth and chose to move forward: "The whole passage is pitch black, only a little light at the end, it feels like it's intentional for people to see clearly There is no road ahead."

The sound of thumping thumping in the pipe behind him kept ringing, like a note of death, and Han Fei used all his strength to crawl to the end of the pipe.

With the help of the faint light, Han Fei found that the pipe had turned a corner and began to bend upwards. This was not a dead end, but a way out.

"Climb up!"

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, Han Fei's head suddenly hit something. He looked up, and strands of black hair fell in front of his eyes.

In the vertical pipe, hung upside down the corpse of a middle-aged woman. She was dressed in casual clothes, and her body was covered with colored tape used by children for handicrafts. She looked very scary.

"Whose fear is this?"

The exit of the ventilation duct was next to the corpse. After Han Fei untied the rope from the middle-aged woman's body, he escaped smoothly.

Drilling out of the ventilation duct, Han Fei felt that his bones were about to fall apart, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the new pattern on the wall again.

A man in his early sixties, with a stocky body and honest looks, stared at Han Fei with a smile. He held an unzipped pink schoolbag in his left hand, revealing a storybook—his father hid it there.

The man pointed to a room with his right hand, and a strange smell kept coming out of the room.

Pushing open the door next to him, what Han Fei saw were huge jars of sauce. He hadn't done anything yet, he had already appeared in the house, and the door he had just pushed open turned into a painting on the wall. of pictures.

"How did it become a painting?"

The world of a mental patient is absurd and weird, and everything is obviously unreasonable, but the evidence can be found in the patient's past. The dean also made use of the imagination of all the patients to create this perverted spirit ghost.

"I need to find the dead body of a middle-aged man among these sauce jars?" All the sauce jars had the same shape, and there was no difference. After thinking for a long time, Han Fei opened the sauce jar that was farthest from him.

"Put it in and marinate it with the leftover sauce from yesterday, do you remember that taste?"

"These children are so naughty, they are not allowed to play underground, but they insist on coming in!"

"I lied to them that there was a man-eating monster hiding in the basement, and those kids were terrified, hahaha!"

"Stop laughing, how can you say we are monsters?"

The conversation of a man and a woman suddenly appeared in the room, and the sauce jar seemed to be soaked with stinky memories. As the sound sounded, dark and sticky blood gushed out of the jar, covering the room in a short while.

"The blood is still rising! Is this going to flood the entire room?"

Han Fei immediately realized the danger. The doors and windows on the wall turned into children's drawings, and there was no exit from this completely sealed room! If you don't want to be drowned in blood, you must find the man's body as soon as possible.

"There is no hint, is it purely luck?"

After quickly sweeping through all the sauce jars, Han Fei opened the lid of the sauce jar beside him again.

"Why is there sour meat in the world? Why is it covered with brown hair? This child has been left for too long, so it won't turn into a dead body, right?

? Could it be revenge on us? "

"Don't think about it. If the bad guys were punished, we would have died a thousand times."

"But he doesn't look like the other kids."

"Since you don't want to, let's keep it and treat it as our child."

New memories were mixed in the blood, and the blood had already overflowed Han Fei's feet. The more sauce jars he opened, the faster the blood gushed out.

Han Fei couldn't find any hints, so he gritted his teeth and prepared to open the lids of all the sauce jars in the house one by one: "I don't believe my luck will be so bad!"

The strong smell in the room can drive people crazy. The more sauce jars Han Fei opened, the more complete the conversation he heard. This room full of sauce jars belonged to a pair of perverted murderous lovers. One day they picked up a deformed child covered with long brown hair outside their home.

The couple took the baby home and kept it as a pet.

The deformed child looks ugly and scary, but he has no problem with his brain. He has gradually learned many things. For example, if he wants to survive, he must first learn to hide his true thoughts and true self, and use the person in other people's imagination to satisfy the other party.

There are more and more sauce jars in the secret room, and the age of the deformed child is also getting older. Later, the couple had their own child, and their attention was almost transferred to the newborn. This made the deformed monster feel dissatisfied, so He who had been kept as a pet turned into a monster again.

"Boom!"

After smashing open the seventh sauce jar, Han Fei, whose clothes were soaked in blood, finally found the man's body. His bones were smashed and he was forced into the sauce jar.

Han Fei dragged the body out with some difficulty. There was a dark passage under the sauce jar, and there were keys hanging from the middle-aged man's body.

"The key should work."

Taking the key from the corpse, Han Fei jumped into the passage under the sauce jar and crawled all the way. When he was about to suffocate, he finally saw the exit.

The crying of the baby rang in his ears~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Han Fei also heard a child singing a lullaby. He got out of the passage, fell heavily, and returned to the main building of the hospital by himself, with a damaged ventilation duct above his head.

"A nightmare intertwined with layers, whose fear is this?"

Han Fei looked in the direction of the sound, and there was a huge and terrifying figure slowly disappearing at the corner of the corridor, and it seemed that the one who sang to the baby was that figure.

"I will follow the cry of the child."

Even though the shadow was terrifying, Han Fei still didn't flinch. He grabbed the key he got from the man's corpse and ran to the corner of the corridor.

After turning the corner, Han Fei saw another painting on the wall. A child in a tattered coat was smirking and pointing behind Han Fei. The book in his hand read—I am here.

Turning his head, the words Dean's Office were written on the door of the room behind Han Fei.

"Dean's room? Could it be that the fear I experienced just now was not from the members of the Investigation Bureau team? It was the dean's childhood fear?"