"If you can live, it's best not to think about death."

　　 A horror film actor and a comedy actor stood face to face, looking at themselves in each other's eyes.

　　 Although their futures are different, the paths they choose are somewhat similar.

　　 A living being has become the manager of the deep world, and a dragging the sick body has become the support of the patient group. They both stood in their respective dark nights, turning into a touch of fireflies under the night sky.

　　 "I will live well." The young man still had that smile on his face: "My acting skills are very good, and you are the first person to know my secret."

　　 He controls the game account left by Yanzu and looks at the messages and pictures left by the child. These are all proofs of his existence.

"You should have a lot of accounts like this? Don't you feel tired if you keep guarding them? Maybe one day you won't be able to hold it." Han Fei moved to the chair and sat next to the young man. He could detect the man. 'S state is very bad, the pain in the other party's heart cannot be resolved, and every time a new pain arises, they are forcibly suppressed in the bottom of my heart.

"My disease is like this. Normal people can feel happy and desperate, but I can't feel anything. The surrounding is desolate, very stuffy and stuffy, nothing can be passed out, and things outside can't get in at all." The man didn’t look up, and continued to look at the life of the dead boy: “I didn’t even have the idea of ​​telling others about this before, but I don’t know why. You make me feel very relaxed, as if... only you can understand this world. my voice."

　　 "Did a 52-Hz whale meet another 52-Hz whale?" Han Fei knew the truth. It was just his soul talking to himself. On the other hand, it was really a tragic fact.

"Yes, although we met for the first time, you made me feel lucky for the first time, as if I have stayed until today, just to wait for you." The man looked at the boy's memory and was silent for a long time. Speak again: "Can you agree to a small request?"

　　 "Do you keep a secret?"

"No." The man's hollow eyes refocused: "I will try to be the last photo in the group chat, but as you just said, if one night I suddenly can't hold it... "

The young man’s heart was extremely depressed. He showed all the things that can make laughter to the audience, leaving all the pain alone. In the process of communicating with Han Fei, he had begun to talk intermittently and his fingers were shaking slightly. , It seems to feel very cold, very cold.

　　 "I hope you can take over the account of Yinghuo by then, take care of the traces of their existence on my behalf, and guide new people who join the group chat."

　　 "Does the old man who asked you to manage before also say the same?"

"Well, the night has no boundaries. Even if the world does not exist, the night will exist. Compared with this night, we are small and fragile like a little fireflies. We can't compare to the night sky, nor can we illuminate anyone, But we can choose our own way of living and don't let ourselves into the night." Young men actually understand the right things and the truth in the world, but understanding and healing themselves are completely different things. This comedian has worked very hard.

　　 Compared with the other patients in the group chat, the young man is very lucky. He met Han Fei this evening, a person who can fully understand him and resonate with him in his soul.

　　 After saying those, the young man looked away from the computer screen. He looked at Han Fei very seriously, waiting for Han Fei's answer.

　　 The ghost in room 4094 has not appeared until now, and Han Fei has not figured out who is calling the soul. He has been talking to his soul since he entered the room, and now he has finally reached a more important turning point.

　　 Han Fei needs to make his own choice, and his choice also affects the choice of the next 4094 homeowners.

　　 "Yes, I will also record your account number and past at that time, but I still hope that I will never show up that day."

　　 After Han Fei answered, the young man's expression eased a bit. For him who could not show a smile, this moment was an unprecedented relaxation.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "Can you tell me your contact information? It will be convenient for us to contact later" The young man took out his mobile phone, and his black mobile phone still flashed constantly Group friends' private messages, it seems that only the group chat is left in his mobile social circle.

　　 Han Fei said his mobile phone number that he had used for many years. The young man didn't react much at first when he entered the process, but when he was about to enter the last number, his finger couldn't press it anymore.

　　 "This number..."

　　 Incredibly raising his head, the young man looked at Han Fei with doubts in his eyes: "How do you know my mobile phone number?"

The blood flowing from the heart rushed to the brain, and the young man’s skin became pale. The soul-evoked person would be immersed in fragments of past life according to his own memory, but when he realized something abnormal, He will gradually wake up and realize that he is just a lonely soul.

"Not only do I know that you have used your phone number for almost seven years, but I also know that your phone will keep a sentence forever-the best actor is you in life." Han Fei saw the changes in the young man. The temperature of the entire 4094 room also began to drop.

　　 "How did you know? I never told anyone this sentence!"

"Because you are me, there is no second whale of 52 Hz in the world, but there are us who are willing to make fireflies in the dark." Han Fei's face showed the same smile as a young man, which is very kind and gentle. His smile, this smile will make the people around you feel very comfortable, but only those who show the softest smile know that there is a soul who can't smile at all behind this smile.

"I will help you fulfill your last wish, become a new manager, and guard all patients, even if you end up being the only bright head in the group." Han Fei put his hand on the shoulder of the young man: "You insist That’s what I’ve been doing. We never give up, have we?"

　　 The temperature in Han Fei's palm gave the young man a little warmth, and the astonishment and surprise on his face slowly turned into calm and tranquility.

　　 The yellowed skin has completely lost its blood, and a deep strangle mark appeared on the young man's neck. There is no makeup on his face, but there are obvious strangle marks in the corners of his eyes, just like a crying clown.

As more and more things were remembered, the young man’s throat began to scream from another stranger, his sanity gradually swallowed, but in this case, he still did not touch the computer and the memory of the patient behind him. desk.

　　 A line of blood vessels bulged on the skin, and the young man's face was getting more and more different from Han Fei's. The other person's body seemed to be dried out, slowly shrinking.

　　 Room 4094 also changed with the young man. The spacious and arrogant furnishings were replaced by rudimentary furniture. The walls were cracked and the roof pressed downwards, as if they were about to crush Han Fei and the young man standing in the middle of the house.

　　 Everything didn't stop until the old light on the roof touched the young man.

　　 Room 4094 became extremely dilapidated, and the young man in front of Han Fei also became muddled and unconscious.

"Snapped!"

　　 The cracking sound of the earthen jar frightened Han Fei. He drew his knife and turned around. Only then did he see the door of the other bedroom being pushed open, and a teenage student was standing in the doorway.

　　 There is a white earthen jar at his feet. There are white rice and a piece of yellow paper in the jar. On the paper note is a name-Firefly.

　　 "This student is the owner of Room 4094?" Han Fei guarded the young man behind him and stared at him carefully.

　　 The boy's lowered head slowly lifted up, holding a roster and a photo frame in his hands.

　　 is different from the time when the residents in other buildings call for souls. The photo frame used by the boys for soul call is not a photo, but a photo of a game character is displayed, which seems to be an avatar used by Firefly.

"Did you conjure Firefly to the death building? You don’t even know his real name and photo. Why do you have to see him?" Most of the souls who were conjured into the death building are living people, that is, the one called The firefighters are now at the dying moment.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "I can't complete the evocation alone." When the student spoke, countless faces appeared in his mouth, and those faces were like The wave, madness rushed outwards.

　　 Han Fei couldn't stand firm due to the overcast wind on his face. Had they not deliberately avoided the young man behind Han Fei, Han Fei had been lifted out of the window at this time.

"I haven't seen Firefly, or even know his real name, but he is the most important person to me and to us." The student spoke, Han Fei saw the walking dead in his mouth, they Hiding in the darkness inside the body, surrounded by shadows. Skin and flesh and blood are just a piece of clothing for them to isolate the outside world.

　　 "You guys? Are you all the group friends of the happy community patient group?" Han Fei's mind turned quickly, and he guessed a lot of things at once: "Aren't you the kid named Yanzu?"

"The name of that group is not called Happy Community. There is a problem with the soul-calling. Firefly's memory is mixed with one of your souls. Two different memories are intertwined, and the scene they see has also changed." Male The student's tone was cold, like a corpse, but Han Fei felt fortunate that the other party did not show too strong killing intent.

"You should have seen what happened just now. Firefly is still guarding the agreement between you, and my soul is the same person as Firefly. We will stick to this most precious thing." Han Fei The soul with kindness and tolerance entered Yinghuo's consciousness. When Yinghuo himself couldn't bear the soul-calling ritual and was about to collapse, it was Han Fei's soul that stabilized his consciousness.

　　 Yinghuo himself is willing to embrace death, but Han Fei, who has been training in the deep world for so long, is completely different. His strong will to survive is like steel, even the dead will stand up.

"If you really think about the love in your lifetime, then let me leave with Firefly. Firefly has been seeking death, but this experience may change some of his views. He has been guarding you before. The traces of existence, this time I hope you can also give him a chance to come back." He must take the firefly away to have a chance to save everyone in the building.

"We never thought of killing Yinghuo ~lightnovelpub.net~ nor thought that the call to soul would be really useful. Each of us tried to call his name, and we have never succeeded in 14 years. But today, he really When he came here, he kept his fourteen years of promise. This time he came here seems to be waiting for you." The male students misunderstood some things. Tonight they will be successful in evocation, more likely because the butterfly will come back tonight.

　　 "Really?" Han Fei thoughtfully: "He seems to have asked me for something similar just now, hoping that I can become the new manager here."

　　 Managers have different meanings in the deep world. When Han Fei uttered these three words, the male student's eyebrows lightly beat.

　　 What's more worth thinking about is that the male student didn't correct Han Fei and didn't talk about this topic anymore. He just asked Han Fei to hold the phone of Firefly.

　　 After the change in room 4094, Firefly's phone was completely different from before, le1, becoming very worn, and the broken screen was stuck on a group chat page.

　　 The name of the group chat is written at the top of the page, but the name is not a happy community at all, but a line of dead words.

　　 "This is the us that Firefly has been guarding. We have turned gray and will never go online..." The male student lowered his head. Before he finished speaking, he saw Firefly's phone vibrate.

　　 When he reacted, he found that the name of the group chat had been changed, and that line of hopeless dead words had been changed to-Dead Building Owners Rights Protection Mutual Aid Group.

　　 Seeing the words "Successful to modify the group name" on the screen of the phone, Han Fei was also taken aback, and he glanced at the male student with some embarrassment.

　　 "I just want to give it a try, but the administrator can modify it directly."

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