"Innocence is the last thing the deep world needs, so that hatred keeps you here."

"The orphanage on the ground is full of stench and resentment, all the children are malicious, the nurses are monsters with expressionless faces, the house is full of garbage, and everyone plays killing games every day; but the underground is like heaven, in memory All the normal and beautiful things are hidden here, all around you."

"You should be his sustenance."

Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him. At this moment, he thought of himself. The blood-red memory was imprisoned in the orphanage deep in his mind. Everything he could recall was normal.

"All the good things?" The boy's voice came from the white house, and he didn't agree with Han Fei's opinion: "If you are the only one left in your world, even if there are beautiful things around you, but you really Will you be happy?"

Han Fei felt that the boy's words were referring to him. He compared his heart with his heart. Han Fei himself was in the same situation as the little boy now.

The childhood memories in his mind are not good, but they are not bad either, but in order to find the truth, he still chooses to move towards the darkness.

False beauty is nothing but illusion after all, just like those paintings on the walls of the orphanage, although they look beautiful, they are just deceiving themselves.

"I can probably understand your thoughts." Han Fei squatted in front of the white house: "You hope that someone can find you, and now I have found you; you hope that you can see the real world outside, and I can help you too. I do this more to tell you that we are not enemies, in a sense, we should be best friends."

The kid in the white house didn't answer for a long time, he seemed to be thinking about what Han Fei said.

"People who were supposed to have a happy childhood life gradually became distorted and autistic under their so-called 'cultivation'. You will become what you are now, staying alone in the white house because of them." Han Fei knew the little white shoes After being a child in an orphanage, the hostility towards this child is not so great. Of course, the main reason is that the three hatreds of the plastic surgery hospital can't beat him together, so he wants to divide the opponent.

"My tragedy is because of them?"

"Yes, come out, don't lock yourself in the canvas anymore, the outside world has real scenery, I can take you to see it together." Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him, he didn't know the boy's expression at this time What is it, he only knows that he has not lied to the boy in front of him, if the other party is willing to come out of the closed, then he will be happy to take the boy to find the real light in the dark night.

The boy didn't reply, and a long time passed, until a crack suddenly appeared on the wall, and the screams of ten fingers could be heard clearly in the room, then the boy made his own decision.

"This orphanage is my last support. If I leave here, all the darkness will pour into my body, and no false thoughts can blind my eyes. I will see the most real and terrifying side of this world..." The boy's voice was trembling: "Do you want to leave from here?"

"Would you like to be imprisoned in a man-made paradise, or would you like to get rid of the shackles? Come with me to see what lies at the end of hell. I can't guarantee that you will be saved, but I know you will never be able to get it if you stay here." Redemption." Han Fei kept persuading, and while he was talking to the boy, the white wall began to peel off, and the building shook a few times.

The ten fingers trapped in the painting seemed to be madly resisting again.

"After I saw you, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I should be you." The boy's voice changed slightly from before, as if he had finally made up his mind: "There is only one way to get out of here, and that is Kill everyone except me. Every child, every teacher, and every life here is a part of me. They are all my distracting thoughts. Everyone has a common number—024. Only if they Kill them all, all my consciousness will return to my body, and I will have the possibility to leave this orphanage."

"You can leave after killing everyone?" Han Fei froze for a moment.

"I am the only one in this underground, and they are just my distracting thoughts. This is the only way, because I know that there is a person who did just that, and he disappeared into the blood-red night." The boy's voice was innocent Wu Xie: "Do you think it's cruel? But some of those distracting thoughts are fused with malice and become monsters who only know how to kill, and some are polluted by hatred and become vicious lunatics. If you leave them alone, they will kill more monsters in the future." Lots of people."

"I don't think it's cruel, I just think these things..." As long as Han Fei thought about these things, the memory in his mind would be slightly stained red.

He seemed to have made such a decision before, the person who disappeared in the **** night in the little boy's mouth seemed to be referring to him.

Just hearing the boy say these things, Han Fei's heart could no longer be calm. Maniac laughter would appear in his ears from time to time, and the blood-red memory fragments were slowly prying the entire ocean of memories.

"Didn't you tell me to choose to leave?" Hearing the boy's retort, Han Fei fell silent.

He looked at the white house in front of him, at the pure white walls and clean and tidy buildings around him, as if he had returned to a long time ago. He seemed to be looking at his childhood self from the perspective of a bystander.

"What are you going to do?"

"I will let my mother kill them. When I was imprisoned underground, only my mother was by my side all the time. She is my only relative and will always be the one who loves me." As soon as the boy finished speaking, Han Fei heard the creepy sound of skin being pierced.

He turned his head and looked, the tattered puppet tore open its belly, and hidden a knife and a pure white heart in a pile of blackened cotton.

It pierced the little boy's chest without any hesitation. The boy was still holding the puppet until the end. When he was killed, there was still a trace of relief on his face: "Mom..."

The blood on the little boy's body fell on the white house, and the first flower of blood bloomed on the pure white house. At the same time, there was a trace of blood on the pure white heart in the puppet's body.

Han Fei was still standing in the room full of rooms, while the puppet ran out with the sharp knife.

One after another, screams rang in my ears, and blood flowers appeared on the white house. The boy seemed to be preparing to dye the white house red.

All of this was the same as what Han Fei saw in his memory, and the feeling of overlapping memory and reality made him dazed.

The Scarlet Orphanage in the back of his mind was shaking with the No. 024 Orphanage in front of him, and the impact of the wild laughter on Han Fei was getting bigger and bigger.

"Is this the **** night?"

Walking out of the room, Han Fei looked around. The originally pure white corridor was already covered with blood stains, and the blood stains flowed on the bright floor, puncturing the beautiful illusion.

"Don't chase me! You monster! Don't come here!"

Han Fei followed the puppet forward, and he saw a child in white clothes fall to the ground, and the puppet approached a little bit with a sharp knife.

The kid was crawling on the ground, grabbing everything around him and hitting the doll.

But those things couldn't do any harm to the puppet. The puppet was already scarred and used to all the pain.

"Monster! Go away!"

The boy yelled loudly, with fear on his face, and the sound of monsters came to Han Fei's ears, and to the orphanage that was slowly being dyed red.

"monster?"

Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed as if the corners of his mouth were about to be torn apart.

With his crazily laughing, the chains of memory binding the Scarlet Orphanage tightened again.

The puppet approached among the monsters, and without the slightest hesitation, it stabbed the sharp knife into the boy's body.

The white coat was dyed red, the white shoes were soaked in blood, and a blood flower bloomed on the white orphanage, like a red Bana flower swaying in the wind.

Walking through the blood stains, the puppet slapped on the door of the entertainment room. It slowly lost patience and smashed the glass on the door with a sharp knife.

With a tattered body wrapped around a heart that was slowly turning red, the puppet crawled into the entertainment room with a knife.

"Don't hurt these kids!"

The nurse guarded the two children behind her. She grabbed the wooden horse in the entertainment room and stared at the puppet.

The children were crying, and the nurses were terrified.

"Why did you do this! We didn't hurt you! We didn't want to kill you! Many things that happened were accidents, don't be impulsive, don't go any further!"

The nanny's piercing voice overlapped with a voice in Han Fei's mind. It was shrill and crying, mixed with fear.

It was so similar. Han Fei seemed to have experienced everything that happened now.

The chain of memory in the back of his mind rattled, and Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage walked forward with the puppet in the entertainment room.

There is no sympathy or pity in their eyes, and the white heart on their chest is slowly being dyed red.

"Boom!"

Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage reached out and grabbed the gate of the orphanage, and the puppet in the entertainment room raised the sharp knife in his hand.

"Run!"

The childcare worker told the orphans to run away quickly. She lifted the toy wooden horse and waved it vigorously towards the puppet.

The sharp knife kept slashing at the Trojan horse's stomach, and the hideous nicks seemed to be printed directly in Han Fei's eyes.

He had these in his memory! In his memory, the stomach of the wooden horse toy in the entertainment room of the orphanage was covered with knife marks!

Sawdust was flying, and the caregiver persisted for a short while before she was killed by a sharp knife. Her blood flowed onto the Trojan horse and seeped into the scars.

Han Fei raised his hand uncontrollably, and he reached for the wooden horse toy. He didn't know whether he wanted to stop the puppet from continuing to kill, or to grab the wooden horse that was almost the same as he remembered.

Without exception, all the children who were seen turned into corpses. Those faces came into Han Fei's eyes, his pupils trembled constantly, and the wild laughter in the back of his mind was like waves crashing against his reason over and over again. .

Those two memories at the beginning just made Han Fei feel painful, but now these scenes awakened the despair deep in his mind.

All the children and teachers in the orphanage are No. 024's distracting thoughts. If he wants to leave here and regain control of his body, he must kill all the distracting thoughts.

"Is that what I was back then?"

A person is born with all kinds of emotions, but the man who was imprisoned in the Scarlet Orphanage can only laugh. Did he kill all other emotions in order to get out of the cage?

"My personality tends to be healing. When emotions are destroyed, there is a chance that they will slowly recover. Could it be that the original experiment was to let me kill my emotions over and over again?"

"I lost my smile, but the men in the Scarlet Orphanage can't do anything but laugh. We..." Han Fei wanted to think rationally, but his mind was already occupied by wild laughter.

The figure in the Scarlet Orphanage was clutching at the gate. What Han Fei saw seemed to have deeply stimulated him, and he wanted to come out!

Before playing "Perfect Life", Han Fei never imagined that he would encounter such a thing. As the memory in his mind was gradually stained red, his iron will began to waver.

Laughter rang in his ears, and Han Fei even smelled the pungent smell of blood. Every memory in his mind seemed to turn red!

Looking at the corpses on the ground, after each orphan is killed, their faces will become blurred, and the numbers on their clothes will slowly disappear.

Perhaps it was an illusion. In Han Fei's eyes, the corpses of those children began to look more and more like him. Affected by the blood-red memory in his mind, Han Fei even felt that what was slaughtered now was not the distracting thoughts of No. 024, but the children of different ages. he.

"Help us! We don't want to die! Help us, please?" The last remaining child in the underground orphanage ran up to Han Fei, his face was full of terror and tears.

Seeing the child's helplessness and despair, Han Fei subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect the child behind him.

There is no reason or reason, he just followed his own nature and wanted to do this, but his arm was only halfway up and couldn't fall anymore.

Laughing wildly filled his ears, and there was an unspeakable despair in that hysterical laughter, and Han Fei's behavior was also affected.

Suppressing wild laughter, when Han Fei finally caught the orphan, the sharp knife had already penetrated the orphan's body.

Blood flowed from his heart, and the child looked straight at Han Fei. His wide eyes were full of Han Fei's most familiar emotion - despair.

This time Han Fei saw it very clearly, the boy's body temperature was slowly dropping, and his face became more and more like Han Fei.

The corpse in front of him became a mirror, reflecting Han Fei's forgotten past.

He saw himself killed in the face of the corpse, maybe it was just a distraction, but he did have his emotions.

The blood splashed onto Han Fei's body. It was warm and viscous, and the flowing blood clearly exuded the breath of life, but whenever he saw it, death would always occur.

Han Fei hugged the corpse unconsciously, and looked around.

The laughter in the Scarlet Orphanage coincided with Han Fei's eyes. When the White Orphanage was completely stained red, they saw the same scene.

"Boom!"

The flowing blood dripped on the grass, and the blood stains blurred the painted grass.

As the killings continued, more and more cracks appeared on the walls of the orphanage. Ten Fingers, who was locked in the painting, saw an opportunity. He reached out and tore off the faces of those who were still begging for mercy His cheeks were stuffed into the black fire of hatred.

"When I get out, you will all die!"

The black fire burned, and the paintings on the front wall were distorted. The figure of ten fingers gradually became clear, and he walked out of the paintings step by step.

Killing intent and hatred were intertwined, the ten fingers used black fire to open the way, and the paintings around him had completely changed their shape, so every stroke of oil painting became a thin rope of life, they were all wrapped around the ten fingers, thinking To force the fingers back into the painting.

"It will take a long time to get here from the hospital, right? You have no chance."

Ten Fingers stretched his arms into the black fire, as if he was using himself to support the black fire.

The flame of burning hatred became more intense, and when the flame burned to the extreme, the ten fingers caused the black fire to explode directly!

Desperate, the black fire instantly destroyed the imaginary beauty on the wall, and the underground orphanage also revealed its true appearance.

Cracks spread on the wall, the white wall was stained red, blood stains everywhere, the black fire scattered above the head and the foul-smelling blood kept falling, as if black flowers were withering in the blood rain.

"Blood Night!"

Looking at everything in front of him, Han Fei's mind flashed countless memories that he had never had before, and strange faces emerged one after another, and they died tragically on the spot in various ways.

Han Fei couldn't stand his ground, and he thought of a sentence with his remaining rationality - only the most desperate people can have a black box.

His mind was completely engulfed in blood red, and the blood red orphanage that had been suppressed in the deepest part of his mind was slowly emerging.

Han Fei's good soul, evil soul, and childhood memories are desperately dragging the three chains. They support Han Fei's own personality. Kindness makes Han Fei understand love and tolerance, and maliciousness makes Han Fei kill decisively so that he will not be hurt. Childhood The only remaining memory taught Han Fei to strive for happiness and light.

In the past, these three remnants could help Han Fei suppress the wild laughter in the back of his mind, but on this day, when a scene similar to the **** night appeared in front of Han Fei, the deepest memory in his mind was touched.

The despair that has been avoided by forgetting is pouring out like a flood that has burst a bank.

"Han Fei!"

The altar was opened, and ghosts surrounded Han Fei. Those cold and terrifying ghosts looked at Han Fei with worry.

"So you guys are here too." Ten Fingers closed his eyes, as if he was sensing his surroundings. After he was sure that there was no other hatred around him, his reopened eyes were full of killing intent.

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible." Li Huo stared at his fingers coldly: "You were seriously injured in the department store, and most of the hatred disappeared; Absorption, plus just now you forcibly consumed all the black flames of hatred in order to leave the oil painting. You who have lost the black flames of hatred are no different from top-level resentment."

Ten Fingers is in a very bad state now, but hatred is still hatred after all. Li Huan wanted to make Ten Fingers retreat, but he still underestimated Ten Fingers' insidiousness and viciousness.

"You're right, I can't ignite the black flame of hatred in a short period of time, it's really no different from stronger resentment, but even so, I don't have any problem killing you guys." A trace of greed flashed in Ten Finger's eyes , he looked at the paper house that was about to be completely dyed red in the depths of the room: "I will eat you all."

A ferocious smile appeared on his ugly face, the two faces on Ten Finger's body slowly shattered, and two extremely uncoordinated arms grew out of his shoulders.

More terrifying things were yet to come. All the remaining human face marks on Ten Fingers began to melt, and more and more things began to grow on his body.

Those limbs almost wrapped him into a meat ball, which looked extremely weird.

"I will print the faces of you guys on my chest, so that you will never be free forever!"

Ten Finger's body was expanding, and the black fire in his heart was almost extinguished, but the remaining trace of hatred would still cause great damage to resentment.

No matter how the dead building owners attack, it is difficult to hurt the vitals of the ten fingers, but as long as they are touched by the ten fingers, a large piece of the soul will be torn off.

What's worse is that the ten fingers have a very strong recovery ability. He put the torn soul fragments directly into his mouth to recover the trauma he suffered.

"Stop him!"

All the neighbors spontaneously protected Han Fei at the back. Li Huan and Kui first used their abilities to affect the ten fingers, but there was a gap between resentment and hatred, and it was difficult for their talents to work on the ten fingers.

"Xu Qin, take Han Fei back first, he's in a very bad state!"

The neighbors almost fought a way for Han Fei with their bodies, but Ten Fingers had already seen that Han Fei was the core, and he had a special hatred for Han Fei.

Whether in the shrine world or in the deep world, Han Fei had ruined his good deeds. If only one person could be killed on the spot, Ten Fingers would definitely choose Han Fei.

"Occupy your body, there should be a chance to get back the shrine!" The huge body with ten fingers rushed towards Han Fei, and he hid his only remaining hatred in a certain arm. As long as he attacked with all his strength, the ordinary resentment would immediately be dissipated. , couldn't stop even a blow.

Seeing her fingers rushing towards her, Xu Qin pushed Han Fei away, and the most vicious curse poured out from the knife in her hand.

"Step aside!"

The arms on the ten fingers were entangled and grabbed Xu Qin, and the hateful arm directly held Xu Qin's table knife.

The curse couldn't hurt Hate immediately, Xu Qin was knocked down heavily.

The cursed blood made Xu Qin's lips redder. She stared at Ten Finger's body and stabbed a table knife into her body.

"I really want to taste the taste of hatred."

Curses are like the weirdest patterns, appearing all over Xu Qin's body along with the flowing blood.

When the last knife pierced through~lightnovelpub.net~Xu Qin's sanity was completely swallowed by the curse, and hundreds of different curses were intertwined on her body. At this moment, the ten fingers had to turn back.

"Take Han Fei first!"

Xu Qin's voice resounded in the underground orphanage, and the neighbors' cries continued to reach his ears. Han Fei stood in the blood rain. This red-stained orphanage was very similar to the **** night in his memory, but it was There are a few differences.

In that desperate night, he was alone and could only hear his own voice.

But on this night, there are countless people waiting for him.

Wild laughter sounded in his mind, and the corners of Han Fei's mouth began to rise slowly. He didn't know why he killed before, but now he knew the meaning of his killing very well.

The **** memory is like a wave, constantly engulfing him, he struggles with all his strength, and occasionally when he wakes up, he sees Xu Qin whose body is pierced by a table knife, who doesn't care about the Yinglong who is in the front, and who uses despair as a weapon cry.

"That **** night will never happen again."

Under the impact of a lot of **** memories and despair, Han Fei made a choice.

Deep in his mind, the soul of evil, who was desperately grasping the memory chain, understood, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes full of evil spirits.

"Since everyone is the same, why should the soul be bound?"

Under Han Fei's signal, the soul of evil loosened its grip on the memory chain.

The good soul and childhood memories were instantly blown away by the chains, and Han Fei's mind turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Crazy laughter came from Han Fei's mind, and the **** figure standing in the orphanage looked somewhere, and his face gradually became clear.

At the same time, an exaggerated smile appeared on the corner of Han Fei's mouth. When he opened his eyes again, there was no kindness and tenderness, no pain and despair in his eyes.