A hideous cat-faced ghost appeared behind Han Fei, constantly transforming the yin energy in the black snake into Han Fei's power.

In the memory world, due to the absence of the black snake, the ghost pattern could not exert its true power at all, and Han Fei had never tried his best to cause much damage to the ghosts in the deep world.

"Rebirth!"

The knife in his hand was pushed to the limit, and his arms and Han Fei grabbed the handle of the knife. The dazzling light instantly cut through the dark curtain on the top of the hotel, leaving a huge gap nearly three meters long.

The screams sounded from all directions in an instant, and the ear-piercing female voice almost pierced everyone's eardrums.

Along with the shady scenes were torn apart, there were also countless lifelines connected to the shady scenes. The lifelines drilled out of the man's wounds were cut off one by one, and a black rain fell in the sky. As for the remaining lifelines among those lifelines... Human nature is absorbed by the knife of rebirth.

"This voice is the same as the female voice on the room service call before, it's her again!"

All the ropes of life were cut off, and the man who looked like a marionette fell to the ground with injuries all over his body. Looking at Xu Qin's shoes, he kept begging her: "Kill me, please kill me!" !Just kill me!"

Xu Qin raised her shoes, and was about to crush the man's heart with one foot, when suddenly there was another crazy laugh from the shady scene above her head.

Slowly, the shady curtain on the top of the art exhibition completely slipped down, and everyone was surprised to see that there were photos pasted behind the shady curtain.

There are women's and men's pictures, some of them were taken during their lifetime, but more of them were taken after death.

Aunt Li and Liulimao were sitting on the ground, and they no longer dared to look up. This was a kind of torture for ordinary people, and they couldn't bear such a scene in their hearts.

Retching, Tetsuo sat down on the freezer.

Yantang's face was also pale, but what he was more curious about was why Han Fei didn't respond at all?

If the mask covered his face, why did his eyes remain so calm, like a deep pool in the mountains, without even a single ripple.

"Brother Youfu, aren't you afraid?"

"My house also has a similar wall." Han Fei said that he usually analyzed the case on the wall, which was covered with photos of the victims, but after hearing his answer, the hearts of several players jumped.

In the deep world, Han Fei had seen too many photos of the victims, and he had seen all kinds of death photos, so not only was he not afraid at this time, but he also opened his eyes wide to observe each photo.

I don't know if the ability brought out from the memory world has not disappeared, or because of the influence of personality fragments, Han Fei feels that his left eye often finds something special.

For example, now, when a woman's laughter came, Han Fei was very keen to see that some of the portraits in the photos were smiling.

The women in those photos look very similar, but I can only say that they are very similar. Looking from left to right, the appearance of the woman has changed from ordinary to more beautiful, and in the end it is almost one-in-a-million. .

She has a beauty that ordinary people envy, but at this time she smiles as if she is crying, her eyes are full of resentment, and her lips are covered with blood.

"Why do I think she looks familiar, like a former singer? But why is she the only one smiling?" Han Fei pulled Yantang to his side: "After you arrived at this hotel last night, did you receive a call from room service?"

"The phone in the guest room rang seven times, and it was Shen Luo who answered it." Yantang didn't know what Han Fei wanted to say.

"Can you see the biggest photos on the top? All the dead people in the photos have hideous faces, but this woman is the only one who is smiling." Han Fei's time in the hotel is too short, and there are still many rooms that have not been checked, so he must check now It was too late, so he thought of Yantang.

Although this player's luck is very low, but he has an extremely rare b-level talent and an initial brain power of up to nine points, maybe he will find some clues.

"The laughing woman..." Yantang stared at it for a while, then suddenly opened her eyes wide: "I've seen her before!"

"Where did you meet?"

"The hotel staff lounge! Whether it's the staff's room or the boss's private guest room, there are all her artistic photos hanging in it!" Yantang remembered something: "When I first entered the hotel last night, I went directly to I went to the monitoring room, but I didn’t expect that there would be a picture of this woman hanging in the place where the security guards slept. At that time, I felt that something was wrong! Another point! We saw a lot of murderers in the hotel last night, some of them were hotel cleaners, and some were hotels Security guards, some are front desk attendants, everyone looks different, but their voices are all a woman's voice!"

Yantang pointed to the photo above her head, and then pulled Liulimao to her side: "Brother Youfu, Liulimao knows something about that woman."

The timid Liuli Mao was clutching her arm, her face was bloodless, and she was so frightened that she had no strength left: "The woman in the photo is a singer. She is not famous, but her voice is very beautiful, and she is also very beautiful. She is very talented. She was picked up by a company when she was very young. The company appreciated her voice and talent, but thought her appearance was really ordinary, so she was asked to write songs for another female singer."

"Of course the woman is not reconciled to this. She wants to release her own song, but her own song can't be popular. In fact, the company is playing tricks, and it doesn't promote it at all. It just wants to squeeze her with the lowest price."

"The singer was still very young at the time, and she later posted videos of her singing on the Internet, but there were always a lot of trolls attacking her on her appearance, talking about her family, and making up all kinds of rumors."

"After that, she disappeared without a trace. No one knows where she went. The songs she left behind suddenly became popular after many years, but no one can find the singer again." Liulimao told herself Han Fei was a little surprised when he said all the things he wanted.

"What's the name of that female singer? How do you know these things?" Han Fei stared at Liulimao, as if trying to see through the other person's heart.

"She is not a professional singer, and no one knows her real name. Everyone only knows that her online name is Liuli. Her voice is very beautiful. Her voice seems to have been kissed by an angel, but her songs are better than each other. Desperate, like a lost bird, looking at the wilderness, and then pulling out its feathers one by one." Liuli Mao put his hands on his chest: "I am also a music student, and some of my experiences are related to hers. Similarly, although she is not very famous, she is the best singer in my heart."

"Why does a singer appear here? Why does he hate the hotel owner so much?" Yantang desperately thought about the connection. As a player in the shallow world, he might not be used to the way of thinking in the underworld.

When he frowned and pondered, Han Fei already had an answer: "Aunt Li said just now that the hotel only accepts guests from that plastic surgery hospital. The female singer must come here for plastic surgery. In these photos, she is getting more and more beautiful." She is beautiful, and her smile is getting more and more sad and painful. It seems that she also lost something when she became beautiful. Judging from her constant torture of the hotel owner, it must be the first owner of the hotel who killed her, and she still used the last Cruel way."

Han Fei grabbed Yantang: "You just said that there are pictures of women hanging in the hotel owner's private room?"

"Yes." Yantang's eyes also brightened, and he felt that he had to learn from Han Fei's perspective.

"Take me there right away!" Han Fei picked up Yantang Tienan and started running out of the hall.

Seeing Han Fei leaving, Xu Qin, who was hesitating whether to kill the hotel owner, grabbed the altar and threw it over.

After catching the altar, Han Fei and Yantang came to the ninth floor together.

Although the ninth floor is also a guest room, tourists are not allowed to enter here, and the electronic lock on the door is also different from the downstairs floors.

"right here!"

Kicking open the door of the innermost room on the ninth floor, Han Fei felt a coolness coming from the ring, and he drew his knife and walked into the room slowly.

The hotel owner transformed the ninth floor into a special guest room, which looks no different from an ordinary guest room from the outside, but there is actually a secret door hidden in the room.

All the rooms on the ninth floor are interconnected, and there are also a large number of secret compartments, and those secret compartments are filled with torture tools.

"According to my speculation, the hotel owner should lure the prey to the ninth floor, and then take the opportunity to kill the victim."

Yantang led Han Fei into the master bedroom. There was a photo of Liuli hanging on the huge single bed, and she still smiled sadly in the photo.

Stepping on the bedside table, Han Fei was about to take down the photo when Yantang suddenly stopped him.

"We also wanted to take photos last time, but as long as we touch the photos, we will attract all kinds of things."

"It's okay." Han Fei took off the photo with both hands. The photo looked light, but it was actually as heavy as an adult.

Sticky blood and black hair stuck to the back of the photo, and there was another photo pasted behind the normal photo frame.

The blood-stained photo at the back shows an ordinary-looking woman, blindfolded and bound to a chair, singing as if she were singing.

In front of her was the operating table, and a man was making so-called "artwork" with his back to her.

The blood splashed on the woman's face, she was scared to death, but she still didn't seem to dare to stop singing.

"That should be the truth."

"Boom!"

The woman's photo frame fell to the ground. When Han Fei went to help the photo frame, he found that there was blood oozing out from under the bed.

He lifted the entire bed board, and saw that someone had left lines of shocking words with blood under the bed.

"On November 9th, the hospital told me that I was not eligible, but the male owner of the hotel felt that my talent should not be buried. I thought I met a noble man and was very happy, so I decided to follow his request. Waiting one more night in the hotel, he promised me he would talk to the doctors in the hospital."

"On November 10th, at one o'clock in the morning, the phone in the guest room rang suddenly, asking if I needed room service. I hung up the phone politely, but the other party called again after a while, and I was a little angry. I said a few more words to them. I thought they would let it go, but who knows, they called again not long after."

"I was very annoyed and unplugged the phone line. I played with the phone for a while and fell asleep soon."

"I don't know how long it's been, but I always felt something around me. I suddenly opened my eyes, and suddenly I found that all the lights in my room were turned off!"

"I clearly remember that I turned it on when I was sleeping. At that time, I was terrified and went to get my mobile phone, but at this moment I suddenly heard a man's voice ringing in my ears."

"Do you want room service?"

Before Han Fei finished watching, the phone in the guest room rang suddenly, startling both him and Yantang.

"Brother Youfu, should we take it?" Yantang was still young, and this withdrawn and cold student was so well-behaved in front of Han Fei that he didn't seem to be the same person.

"Why didn't you answer?" Han Fei picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

A creaking sound rang through the phone, and not long after, a woman seemed to lie next to Han Fei's ear and said, "Do you need room service?"

Drawing a knife and slashing to his left, Han Fei seemed to have guessed that the other party would attack him in advance.

A black lifeline was cut directly, but it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the whole room began to change.

A woman's crazy laughter came out of the microphone, TV sets, mirrors, photos, windows, at a glance, almost everywhere there was a woman slowly revealing half of her face dripping with blood and tears.

She repeated over and over whether she needed room service, and her distorted body slowly approached.

This scene scared Yantang to the point of collapse, no matter how calm a person sees such a scene, he will lose his mind

"Don't be afraid, she is already surrounded by us." Han Fei put his hand on Yantang's shoulder and pulled him behind him.

"Brother, are you crazy?" Yantang gripped Han Fei's sleeve tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably, and he could no longer keep calm.

"You are very talented and have a high initial brain power, but your perspective on things is too self-centered. Follow me in the future, and I will change your life." Han Fei opened the spiritual altar in his hand, and the whole room All the shadows seemed to have life, and ghosts walked out of it.

Han Fei blocked Yantang's view, turned his head and continued to look at the **** text on the back of the bed.

"On November 11th, the owner of the shopping mall took me to the art exhibition on the tenth floor in the middle of the night last night, and told me how much he loves art. He called his work a feast for the human body. That lunatic used to be A doctor in a plastic surgery hospital, he uses the human body as a sculpture material, and slowly becomes addicted, he needs more wild and free creations."

"The stereotyped beauty is no longer his pursuit, but he can't use a knife on the customer's face at will, so he has other people's ideas."

"The tenth and eleventh floors are art exhibitions, his paintings are exhibited during the day, and his sculptures are exhibited at night."

"The devil is right in saying a word. He really values ​​my talent and doesn't want my talent to be buried, so he wants to make me his music box and make me a part of his art."

"On December 30th, I had the most beautiful voice in the world, and I also had the most beautiful cheeks in the world, but I lost everything except them."

"Every night the devil would create in my desperate song, I was forced to watch him do those crazy things, and I knew I had become a monster too."

"I lost the emotion of being a human being in my heart, and suddenly I couldn't sing the songs I used to love so much."

"The throat once kissed by an angel is now locked by the devil."

"Desperation turned to numbness and I bit off my tongue like a caged bird."

Han Fei had finished reading the blood on the bed, and all the phantoms in the hotel room had been wiped out by the neighbors. When Yantang came back to his senses, there was only a mess left in the room.

When the last phantom was scattered, the woman's photo and photo frame shattered into several pieces, with bright red blood flowing out of it, and a faint singing voice came from it.

"Let's go, let's destroy all her photo frames!" Han Fei was always reasonable, but he was afraid that the other party would be unreasonable, so he wanted to weaken the other party's strength as much as possible.

"This large-scale resentment is really difficult to deal with."

Holding the altar, Han Fei, under the leadership of Yantang, pierced all the photo frames in the staff lounge and work room with the death knife.

Every photo frame will bleed, and the expression of the woman in the photo frame will return to normal, and she will no longer show that sad and painful smile.

The big grievance didn't take Yantang and the others to heart at first, and gave them a chance to run around. It happened that Yantang was careful, which allowed Han Fei to destroy all the photo frames in the shortest time.

When the last photo frame of the woman was destroyed, the harsh laughter of the woman came from the roof.

If you distinguish carefully, you can also find that there is a faint singing voice in the laughter.

"Go back to the tenth floor!"

Running towards the tenth floor, Han Fei opened the way with the death knife in his hand, ordinary regrets couldn't stop him at all.

Kicking open the gate, in the art exhibition hall on the tenth floor, a large number of lifelines hang down from the photos, hooking up with the corpses in the freezer to besiege Xu Qin.

"Photos! Destroy those photos on the top!" Han Fei shouted loudly, and the neighbors in the altar acted at the same time, and it was difficult for the already weakened woman to resist.

One photo after another was pierced, and when Han Fei was about to chop up the last photo, all the life ropes left on the roof wrapped around that photo and slammed into Liulimao.

Liulimao, who can only sing and dance, has almost no combat power, and she never thought that she would meet her idol in this way for the first time.

The black life rope is like a hook for chasing souls. As long as it is touched, it will penetrate into people's souls and memories. The woman has gone completely crazy. Her delicate face in the photo has been torn apart. After opening, there are only countless bloodshots left.

"I've always wanted to see you..."

It was too late to dodge, and Liulimao didn't seem to think about dodging at all. She clasped her hands together and hummed a special melody.

There are no lyrics, but the melody seems to jump completely above the hearts of the people. It is extremely moving, but extremely sad.

"The desperation you experienced in the past is repeating itself on me, and I can't hold it anymore." Tiny cracks appeared on the surface of Liulimao's skin. She didn't seem to care about life and death, but just wanted to finish humming that song. Seems like her last wish.

Hearing the familiar melody, a trace of pain appeared in the eyes of the woman in the photo. She struggled a bit, but did not stop in the end.

The photo of life rope entangled hit Liuli Mao, but Liuli Mao's coat suddenly opened its eyes.

The empty eyes seem to come from under the abyss, a little girl holding a fish tank silently stares at the woman in the photo.

The crying gradually suppressed all voices, and a bright knife smashed all the photos and lifelines from behind.

On the small stage sat a tongueless woman, her hands and feet were chained to a chair, and a golden music box was placed in front of her.

Inside the music box that looked like a golden birdcage, there was half a tongue full of endless resentment and curses.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully completed the super mission - special room service! Add three skill points! Get the super skill - Art Appreciation."

The icy chill dissipated as the photos spread.

As if the invisible tulle in the air was torn apart, the oppressive feeling slowly disappeared, and Han Fei and the others broke the wall.

The art exhibition hall on the tenth floor has also changed. The freezers full of the exhibition hall have turned into paintings. The only thing that remains unchanged is the stage in the center of the exhibition hall.

"Art Appreciation Level: You have special requirements for artworks, and you also have special aesthetics~lightnovelpub.net~ You can easily see the flaws in artworks, and this ability can be used five times a night."

Han Fei didn't care about the system improvement at first, and he was not interested in life skills such as art appreciation, but who knew that when he looked at Yantang beside him, the system would prompt him whether to use art appreciation ability.

After confirming the use of this ability, Han Fei actually saw the weakest point of protection on Yantang's body, he saw the "flaw" on a living person!

"Does this art appreciation treat people and ghosts as works of art?" Han Fei tried again while crying, and sure enough, this art appreciation ability can help him find the enemy's weakness, allowing him to concentrate on attacking with all his strength opponent's weakness.

“Body art is indeed art.”

Han Fei used it on the woman on the stage again, this time he saw a **** lifeline hidden behind the woman, and the half of the tongue in the music box.

After exchanging glances with Xu Qin, Han Fei and a group of neighbors surrounded him.

Breaking the ghost and hitting the wall has already consumed a lot of Yin energy of the opponent, now is the best time to do it.

Taking out the Rebirth Knife, Han Fei was about to move forward when a familiar melody suddenly sounded in the dead art exhibition hall on the tenth floor.

The song that Liulimao hummed just now sounded again, but this time the song came from the music box.

Han Fei and his neighbors thought that the woman was going to resist, but who would have thought that the woman slowly opened her eyes and looked at Liulimao.

She shook the chains on her body, and her body began to move a little bit. She wanted to stand up, but her rotting body was trapped on the chair, and her soul was pierced by the life rope behind her.

The woman is the core of the whole building, her resentment wraps the building and can control everything in the building, but she is also trapped forever in the place she most wants to escape.