Han Fei has no time to take care of Xiaofang and Brother Hua, his mind is full of the split-up figure of the building jumper, and he can't get rid of it at all!

"Calm down! The little girl has been brought out. This is a rare opportunity. I have to seize it!"

"Yes! Calm! If you want the jumper to regain his senses, you have to try to reintegrate several of their scattered memories together."

"I'll first go to the eighth floor to find the female anchor, and let her wear a red skirt, so that the complete red skirt has a chance to block the jumper."

"After the jumper is blocked, I need to find the divorced mother and syringe girl, and their children. Next..."

The whistling wind pierced into his ears, and the pungent smell of blood seemed to be overwhelming Han Fei's head in an instant.

The jumper is catching up!

Unlike resentment, the ghost who jumped from the building exudes a more gloomy aura, which should be the hatred in her heart.

From resentment to hate, something needs to be crossed in the middle. Although the jumping ghost has not become a real hatred, she has left traces of hatred on her body.

Before he could dodge, Han Fei could only lift the wooden box above his head.

"Boom!"

Sawdust was flying, the blood-red box was smashed by the incomplete arm of the jumper, the hand covered with the death curse reached into the box, but it could not fall on Han Fei's head.

The blood was condensed, and a scarlet wind blew in the corridor, and a bright red dress appeared on the other side of the curse than ever before.

In the narrow corridor, the two forces collided crazily, and the old and the new hatred were entangled together.

"Give me back my child!"

The death curse on the jumper had already boiled, and the weird black text was glued together, evolving into a new shape.

After the last trace of humanity was taken away by Han Fei, the Jumping Ghost no longer only repeated death and destruction. For the first time, other words appeared in her mouth.

The jump-off ghost, who has been under the control of the butterfly with hatred, has what he wants.

Driven by extreme anger, her devastated heart seemed to be beating again.

Han Fei still didn't know how old Lou Zi he had stabbed at this time. It should be known that even Butterfly did not dare to touch the kid of the jumper, and he took the initiative to pull all three of the family into room 1244 for the jumper to vent their hatred.

It's alright now, Han Fei directly took away the most important things of the Jumping Ghost, and the door of room 1244 seemed to have been smashed. If Butterflies don't come to Building One again, this place will be "dismantled" by the jumping ghost and Han Fei, it is estimated that sooner or later.

The jumping ghost and the red skirt are incomplete, but the collision between them has reached the limit that Building One can withstand. In this case, the manager would definitely interfere, but until now Han Fei has not even seen the shadow of the manager.

Blood-red cracks appeared on the wall, and the neighboring door was torn apart, like paper.

The red skirt once again bought precious time for Han Fei. He carried the little girl across the corridor and went upstairs from the safe passage on the other side.

"Open the door! I found your child!"

Han Fei was knocking on the door of his divorced mother frantically, and the kid hiding behind the security door poked his head out, seeming to be surprised. He was hiding well. How could the other party say that he found the child of the divorced mother?

"Open the door!"

Footsteps hurriedly sounded, and the divorced mother opened the door. She looked a little scared.

"This is your child!" Han Fei hugged the little girl and walked into the house.

"But my child is a boy..." What else did the divorced mother want to say, but at this time the little girl in Han Fei's arms suddenly put her hand next to the divorced mother's face, and when her finger touched her cheek, the divorced mother said something. I couldn't tell, a tear suddenly came out from the corner of my eyes.

She herself didn't realize that she was crying, she couldn't remember anything, her memory was completely different, but she couldn't stop her tears.

"Impossible, my child is a boy. He always looks for the key to the room at night when the adults are asleep. I love him very much, but I don't know why he keeps leaving me." The divorced mother kept wiping her hands away. There were tears on his face, but the more tears he wiped, the tears flowed all over his face unconsciously.

"Your memory is passive, you are Zhuang Wen! This little girl is your humanity! It is your most precious thing!" Han Fei's hand grabbed the shoulders of the divorced mother, and he touched his soul deeply. Chu's secret shook the other side severely: "Remember! For your child, in order to be able to find your child!"

Han Fei's voice became louder and louder, and the divorced mother's face gradually became abnormal, and new skin appeared where the tears glided.

She seemed to be suffering unimaginable pain, and finally she let out a harsh scream.

"Don't deceive yourself anymore! Face yourself in your heart! You represent Zhuang Wen's motherhood! You are also the most important and inseparable part of her!"

The entire living room echoed with Han Fei's voice, Zhuang Wen's mother's hair was hanging down, the changes in her body seemed to have ended, and she did not exude too strong aura.

When Han Fei thought that the divorced mother had little ability and was about to take her away forcibly, the door of the next bedroom opened.

Suddenly a pale face appeared from the crack of the pitch-black door, and then that face changed and twisted like water waves, becoming a kid.

It didn't take long for another face to appear, and immediately after the third and fourth, the little ghosts began to change and crowded in front of the bedroom!

After so many years, the divorced mother will take a kid home every night as her dead child!

A suffocating yin aura came from the bedroom, and Han Fei's hand that was originally holding the shoulders of the divorced mother slowly loosened: "I may have been a little impolite just now, but the words are not rude. Motherhood..."

Before she finished speaking, the divorced mother raised her head, her eyes fixed on the little girl, her lips trembled, and she slowly said: "Give me my child..."

"Why do you also say this? I can give it to you~lightnovelpub.net~ but not now!"

Looking at the kid in that room, Han Fei decisively left the room and continued to rush upstairs!

"Don't chase me! I'm helping you!"

The door of the divorced mother's house was knocked open by the little ghosts, and countless children's handprints appeared behind Han Fei: "Isn't it? A memory of motherhood is so strong?"

With no time to breathe, Han Fei gritted his teeth and ran to the eighteenth floor.

Before he appeared, he heard the businessman's helpless inhalation: "Why are you again? I switched from the safe passage on the left to the safe passage on the right. Don't you sleep at night?"

"Get out of the way!"

The hideous Han Fei roared at the businessman, and then rushed to the 22nd floor without looking back, where the last Syringe Girl lived.

Seeing Han Fei's crazy look, the businessman took a step back quietly, with a little grievance on his face: "What are you doing so loudly...I have already avoided you, who knows you will still run around?"