The memory in Han Fei's mind emerged amidst wild laughter. The child with the sharp knife was covered in blood. He looked behind him with a smile on his face.

No body was found in the scene in memory, but as the boy turned his head, everything was stained red.

There was an incomparably sharp contrast between the blood-red restaurant and the sunny smile on the boy's face.

From the memory fragments, I can't see why the boy laughed. He seemed to have lost all human emotions, and only showed that warm and healing smile.

The night lights in the dining room came back on, and the dim light dispelled the darkness.

The old wolf and the two pools of blood on the ground all disappeared, and the thin monkey and the little fat man seemed to have never appeared here.

Everything seemed to be returning to normal. Only Han Fei fell to the ground holding his head, holding his head tightly with both hands, as if his head would split in two if he didn't do so.

The severe pain stimulated every nerve, and the blood wafting from the Scarlet Orphanage stained a lot of Han Fei's memories.

"The fear of all the children in the White Orphanage turned into wolves. In the Scarlet Orphanage, I am a wolf. One has eaten countless children, and the other seems to have eaten all emotions and personalities?"

The young child stood alone at one end of the restaurant, covered in blood, before turning back with a sharp knife.

Han Fei never expected that he would have such an experience: "The games played in this orphanage seem to be the ones I have played before. Playing these games again may stimulate me to think of more things."

Reason and hysterical laughter kept fighting, and Han Fei tried his best to suppress himself in the Scarlet Orphanage.

When his mind was about to turn into a sea of ​​blood, chains of memory appeared around the Scarlet Orphanage, representing the appearance of Han Fei's childhood child and twin souls of good and evil.

Each of them held a chain in their hands, as if to prevent the Scarlet Orphanage from "coming out" of their minds.

"All childhood memories, kind souls, pure evil, everything is blocking the Scarlet Orphanage. What does the laughter in the Scarlet Orphanage represent?"

In other places, good and evil are inseparable, but in Han Fei's mind, kindness and malice are like brothers.

The trembling Scarlet Orphanage finally returned to normal, and more and more memory fragments appeared in Han Fei's mind, all of which were related to the old wolf game.

The pain gradually eased. Han Fei sat on the ground, the corners of his mouth and eyes seemed to be torn open, and blood oozed out.

Opening the inventory, Han Fei took out the pig heart made by Xu Qin and bit into it.

Devouring things is the best way for Midnight Butcher to relieve stress.

The blood volume slowly recovered, Han Fei got up from the ground, and he also received another prompt from the system.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully accompanied the children to complete the second game! Get the task reward—clue two."

"Clue 2: The child you are looking for is the bad boy in everyone's heart."

The second thread is already pretty specific, and most of the orphans don't fit the bill.

"The bad boy in everyone's heart? This guy who plays the old wolf game with me is the worst kid. Everyone will think he is a **** in private, but dare not speak out; but this little boy next to me seems to be the worst kid. Isolated by everyone, no one wants to play with him, and thinks he is a bad boy who doesn't listen to the babysitter's orders."

If it wasn't for being uncertain, Han Fei would have stabbed the oldest boy when he got up.

At this time, the boy had already run to the back, and he punched the girl with the broken leg one after another.

When the situation was very critical just now, the girl suddenly spoke up, intending to kill both Han Fei and the boy.

Every child in this orphanage must not be underestimated, and they must not be careless just because they are children, otherwise they will not even know how to die.

Putting away the chain on the ground, Han Fei pressed the boy's head, his eyes were full of murderous intent: "Stop."

The more games played in this orphanage, the better. Han Fei was going to try as many games as possible before the hatred came. He wanted to figure out his past.

In the past, he was unable to bear the consequences of retrieving Scarlet's memory, but now he has the right to be close to the truth.

"Who just won?"

Han Fei said coldly, and the boy looked up at him with a trace of malice hidden in his eyes: "Whoever touches the old wolf first wins, but neither of us touched the old wolf just now, so it's a draw."

After the boy finished speaking, he seemed to be afraid of Han Fei's violence, and shrank his neck back.

"Okay, then let's play the third game."

As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, his hand was grabbed by the little boy, and the other party persuaded Han Fei: "Stop playing, let's go first."

The oldest boy didn't expect Han Fei to be so talkative. Seeing that Han Fei agreed, he immediately regained his spirits: "Two wins in three games. If you can win the next game, then I will definitely listen to you in the future, and I will do whatever you ask me to do." OK."

This little animal is full of bad water. In his eyes, humans are no different from other animals, and they are extremely selfish. After he killed the thin monkey and the little fat man, he didn't have any psychological burden. But when he was framed by a girl, he immediately He turned his head to kill the girl.

In his eyes, other people's lives are like objects that can be discarded at any time.

Han Fei imprinted all the behaviors and expressions of these orphans in his mind. He felt that there was nothing good about these children. They seemed to have been taught badly and turned into poisonous apples that looked normal but had already festered inside. .

"The next game is also a game we often play, in the room further inside." The boy carefully concealed the viciousness and hatred in his eyes. They are also children in the orphanage. The boy's appearance at this time is exactly the same as that of Han Fei when he was a child different.

In Han Fei's memory fragments, although he was holding a sharp knife and covered in blood, and the places he walked would turn red, but he always had a warm smile on his face, and there seemed to be light in his eyes forever. It will not change due to changes in the surrounding environment.

Through this simple comparison, Han Fei also found his own difference: "At that time, I seemed to have lost all other emotions except for smiling, but now it's just the opposite."

The boy grabbed the **** the ground and forced her to walk towards the end of the restaurant.

Pushing open the door of the restaurant, there is a dark corridor outside. There is no window on both sides of the corridor, like a mine buried deep in the ground. Just entering it makes people feel suffocated.

The faint light reflects the yellowed walls, and the night light in the middle of the corridor is the only light source here.

The oldest boy covered the girl's mouth, and he himself slowed down, moving lightly, not daring to make any sound.

The inside of the orphanage was much larger than it looked from the outside. The black doors were tightly closed, and there were no signs hanging on the walls. Han Fei didn't know what was hidden behind the doors.

"right here."

The oldest boy dragged the girl with the broken leg to a stop in the depths of the corridor. He pointed to the door in front of him.

"The third game is called Cardboard House. We don't have too many toys here. Everyone will collect cardboard boxes for transporting fruits and vegetables, and then use those broken boxes to build houses and castles."

"Does the castle look good to see who built it in the competition?" Han Fei has the ability to appreciate art, and he can satisfy both the aesthetics of the underworld and the aesthetics of the underworld.

"No, we will hide in those houses made of cardboard boxes. You can't destroy the box in any way, you can only see it with your eyes. There is a time limit of five minutes. You have three chances to touch the box. If you don't choose the box we are hiding in, it is us. Win." The boy seemed very confident.

"Is it similar to hide and seek?" Han Fei nodded, "Yes."

"You wait outside for a minute first." Using both hands, the boy pushed the door open, and he and the girl walked in.

The door was closed, and Han Fei lay on the door and listened. After the two children entered the room, the footsteps disappeared, and there was no slight sound, which was very strange.

Counting the time silently in his heart, Han Fei noticed that the night lights in the corridor began to dim, and something seemed to be approaching in the darkness.

"Play the game first, then think about other things."

Han Fei knew the truth that curiosity killed the cat. He didn't stop in the corridor. After counting for a minute, he brought the little boy into the house.

There was a faint stench in the air, and the scene in front of him did not provoke wild laughter, which made Han Fei slightly relieved.

"This room is weird."

The small room is full of small houses folded from cardboard boxes. Most of the rooms are made like tombs. I have to say that the works of these children are very grounded.

"They're hiding in there?"

Those waste paper boxes were not laid flat on the ground. Most of the boxes were stacked on top of each other, layered on top of each other, and the stacking was very chaotic.

"It seems that you usually play this kind of game a lot." Han Fei glanced at the little boy next to him, who looked at the cardboard houses with a hint of envy.

"Only they can play, every time they **** all the cardboard boxes, and then create or destroy, I can only watch them, there is no way to participate in it."

"Why didn't they bring you to play?" Han Fei asked the question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"They always say that I am a bad boy, running around, not listening to the childcare workers and teachers, as if if I play with me, the childcare workers will be punished." The little boy said aggrievedly.

"Then do you hate that childcare worker? If you had the chance to make him disappear forever, would you choose to make him disappear?"

"You mean kill him?" It's hard to imagine that a child would say the word kill so casually.

"It can be understood in this way."

"Then I won't let him disappear. He just hates me. There are many people who hate me in the world, and I can't make them all disappear." The boy was thinking about this problem very seriously.

"But what if they want you to disappear? Will you resist?" Han Fei's question was too heavy for a child.

After thinking for a long time, the little boy still shook his head: "If they want to kill me, then I will hide in a place where they can't find me. If they can't see me, it means that I have disappeared. Yes, I Just do it!"

The little boy's seemingly unintentional answer made Han Fei's pupils twitch slightly.

In reality, the little white shoes seemed to hide in a place where no one could find him at first. People didn't find him, and only his body was found in the end.

Think back to the photos provided by Liulimao. In one photo, the child wearing white shoes also likes to run around very much.

All these signs indicate that there should be a certain relationship between the little boy and the white shoes.

While Han Fei was still thinking, the little boy suddenly raised his finger and pointed to the northeast corner of the room, and shouted excitedly: "Mom!"

Looking there, Han Fei saw the woman puppets thrown on several cardboard boxes.

"They said you can't touch or destroy the boxes, but they didn't say you couldn't touch the puppets." Han Fei approached the northeast corner of the room. When he walked in, he realized that there were densely packed boxes all around him, one by one One, like one grave after another, looked quite scary in a dark room.

"I can't go any further." The puppet was too far away from them, and if they wanted to continue walking, they would definitely bump into the box on that place.

Staring at the puppet, Han Fei was thinking about how to take the puppet off and return it to the little boy when he suddenly saw the puppet's fingers hanging from its stomach, and the hand seemed to be pointing in a certain direction.

Looking along the puppet's hand, there was a strand of black hair protruding from the gap in the cardboard box it was pointing at.

"Is this puppet reminding me?"

Just as Han Fei was about to choose that box, his gaze found something else.

A small piece of the girl's clothes remained on the edge of the box next to the box, as if she had hurriedly hid and forgot to put all the clothes into the box. Looking further away, there was a half of a weakly spread hand in the gap of the box one meter away. Blood was oozing out from the bottom of the box.

"These boxes are far apart, and the hair, hands, and clothes are not together."

"The fingers are slender and fair. They belong to that little girl. So do the clothes and long hair. Now there are two possibilities."

"There are still things in the first paper house, and we are not the only ones in this house."

"Secondly, the girls have been divided into different parts and hidden in different paper houses. If they divide two people into four parts, then I, who only have three chances to choose, will definitely not be able to find them all."

Han Fei knew that the little beast would play tricks, but he didn't expect that the other party might do so.

"Probably not." The little boy knew a lot, but even so he was taken aback when he heard Han Fei's words. Even the underworld orphanage rarely played like this.

"It's also possible that my thinking is complicated." Han Fei nodded slightly: "After boys and girls enter the room, they only have one minute, and it is difficult to divide and hide in one minute. Besides, I don't have any time outside." Hear any screams."

"If the two children are fine, it means that there are other things hidden in these paper houses." Han Fei asked the little boy, "Did you find anything strange when they played with the paper houses?"

"Everyone likes to play with cardboard houses, but the conservation staff said that everyone can't go in directly after building their own house. They have to knock on the door first. If no one opens the door, they can push the door in by themselves."

"What kind of habit is this?"

Han Fei frowned and looked at those rooms. He was playing a game on the surface, but he was actually testing another self deep in his mind.

He may have played this game before, as long as he played it, he should be able to trigger the memory of the past.

Although the process of recalling the past was extremely painful, Han Fei still wanted to do everything possible to find his lost self.

"Did I not like making paper houses before?"

The perverted boy gave Han Fei a three-minute time limit, and when there was only one minute left, Han Fei decided to try it first.

He moved forward slowly, and lifted the box that the puppet was pointing at.

Under the box was a lock of hair and a piece of clothing, and the two children were not hiding here.

"Shouldn't you knock on the door first and ask if there is anyone inside?" The little boy reminded Han Fei softly, but it was already a bit late.

The room became obviously darker than before, and more and more things began to appear in the gaps of the paper houses.

There are patterns on the clothes, more and more blood stains, and flashing eyes.

"There are two more chances." Han Fei threw the opened paper house aside, hugged the spiritual altar, and jumped onto the open space by himself.

It was already very close to the puppet. Han Fei reached out and grabbed the puppet in his hand, then stood there and looked around.

He is now in the middle of the room, where he can see a lot of boxes blocked behind.

His eyes moved slowly. He inherited the personality fragments of the mirror god, and his left eye still retained a part of the ability to see the truth, but even so, he found nothing.

Time passed by, and when it was about to end, Han Fei's eyes were attracted by a red paper house in the deepest part of the room.

For no reason, when he saw the cardboard house, he couldn't look away.

The small, dusty red house held a very special attraction for him, as if the red paper house had been folded by himself!

The chains of memory rattled, and the little red house in Han Fei's eyes seemed to be slowly changing. When the pain came to his mind, he saw a strange memory again.

He was still a child, curled up in a white cardboard house, his body was shaking all the time, but he didn't dare to make any changes.

There are various windows painted on the inner walls of the paper house, but those windows cannot be opened at all, and children cannot see what is going on outside.

Hiding in that extreme depression, time became extremely slow, the child's face was buried deep in his knees, he didn't dare to raise his head, and at this moment his frightened body was shaking.

He seemed to have reached his limit and couldn't hold on any longer.

A red blood flower bloomed on the cardboard house, and the bright red seeped from the outside of the cardboard to the inside.

There seemed to be a rain of blood outside, and more and more red flowers bloomed on the cardboard house like flowers, and the long and narrow traces of blood flowed out were like the petals of the Bianhua flower.

Blood-red Bana flowers bloom on the white house until the white house is completely dyed red by the withered and falling "petals".

The trembling of the boy's body became more and more intense. When the white house turned completely red, the boy's face buried deep in his knees slowly lifted.

The warm and healing smile on his face finally began to twist, the corners of his mouth raised, and the smile gradually turned into a hysterical crazy laugh!

The boy walked out of the red house, and it was a blood-red night outside!

The wild laughter in the back of his mind was just like in his memory. He sat on the steps of the orphanage with his knees hugged, and looked up with his childhood self in his memory.

Hysterical laughter came from memory and echoed in reality.

Han Fei felt the heart-piercing pain again, and his expression was distorted. At this moment, he could no longer care about the game, and rushed directly to the red house in the corner of the room.

All the cardboard boxes blocking the way were pushed away, and he ran to the paper house, but when his hand touched the red paper house, the original blood-red house began to fade.

The system seemed to remind him of something, but he couldn't concentrate on listening now. The feeling of being torn apart in his mind became more and more intense. His body knocked over a paper house, and his painful teeth had already been bitten out. Blood.

But even in this situation, he still held the spiritual altar tightly in his arms.

Now he is different from before, he has something to hug tightly.

As long as there is still a sliver of reason left, he will not let go.

Regarding the spiritual altar in his hand, Han Fei showed a toughness that he didn't even realize.

After being tormented by wild laughter for a long time, the newly added memory fragment finally melted into his own mind.

Compared with the previous game, the memory involved in the card house game is more important to Han Fei, because the **** night appeared in this memory ~lightnovelpub.net~ If you continue to search, Han Fei feels that he is very likely I will think of what happened on the **** night.

"Bloody Night is a few words listed as taboo by Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals. Such a behemoth kept silent, which shows how special that night was."

Slowly regaining his sanity, Han Fei got up from the ground. At this time, most of the paper houses in the room had been destroyed, and the oldest boy also crawled out from his hiding place, with a sinister smile on his face.

Han Fei didn't talk to the boy, he vaguely remembered what the system seemed to remind him just now.

Opening the attribute panel and item bar, Han Fei froze for a moment.

"Attention, player number 0000! Your initial brain power will be increased by one!"

"Attention, player number 0000! You have obtained a special item from the White Orphanage—the White House."

"White house special task item: He may know why the white house turns into a red house."

After Han Fei retrieved two memories, he found that his initial brain power had actually increased a bit, reaching nine points.

"Recalling the past, can you increase your brainpower?"

Clutching his still aching head, Han Fei was a little unsure: "I used to be a very smart person?"

"You lost! It's time to be punished!" The boy kicked the box next to him and walked up to Han Fei.

"Punishment?" Han Fei shook his head: "Didn't we agree to win two out of three rounds? Even if you win this round, we just happen to be tied."

"You still want to play the fourth game?" The boy had never seen such a difficult adult as Han Fei: "Okay, no problem."

"You have already proposed three games, and I will choose the next one." Han Fei stared at the boy and touched the Rebirth Knife: "The new game is very simple, it's called Tianhei, please close your eyes." To be continued