Chapter 617 Number Four

Li Huang has worked in the entertainment circle, met all kinds of people, and seen all kinds of disgusting things. She hides all her fragility deep in her heart, and then arms herself with thick armor .

She thought that she would become stronger and stronger, but she never expected that in this dark abandoned hospital, there was a lazy, sexy, and evil soul who could break all her defenses so easily.

Looking at Han Fei's profile, rumors related to Han Fei emerged in Li Huang's mind.

It was only after they met that she realized that those rumors were not exaggerated, but were too euphemistic.

There are no cameras installed on the third and fourth floors underground, and this is a venue outside the script. If the audience wanted to see what happened, they could only rely on the tiny camera that Han Fei fixed on him. But when something went wrong with the oil painting, Han Fei reached out and took off the last camera.

The answer to the question of how terrifying an actor can become without the supervision of an audience is known only to a very lucky few.

The red paint slid down the ceiling, and the oil paintings all came alive under the nourishment of blood. In the paintings, some deformed children stuck their heads out and looked at the plastic surgery hospital shrouded in darkness.

This hellish scene made Li Huang scream, she was almost suffocated, in her opinion, no one can face such fear.

But whenever she was about to collapse, her eyes would always turn to Han Fei. Even in this situation, Han Fei still stood in the dark.

"Has he not been afraid of such emotions?"

Holding the corpse prop in his hand, Han Fei stopped in the middle of the corridor. Every shrine mission would tear up his consciousness and reassemble it, sharpening his will like a blade.

In reality, hatred is very restricted. Even Butterfly can only defeat and manipulate a person through psychological hints. People with a strong will like Han Fei are what Butterfly fears most.

Because they will never be easily shaken, and that heart will always be loyal to themselves.

At this time, although Han Fei was covered in blood paint and immersed in hallucinations, his consciousness was still very clear.

The young man who was once hunted down by perverted outsiders can now use various forces to kill the seriously injured hatred.

The knife that Kuang Xiao swung not only extinguished the black fire of the ten fingers, but also shattered the fear of hatred in Han Fei's heart.

"Butterfly never kills himself, what about you?"

Han Fei stared straight at the other side of the corridor. In the thick darkness, a tall and thin man walked out.

He is taciturn, wears a painter's clothes, and carries a small bucket full of "red paint" in his right hand.

This is not the first time that Han Fei and the painter have met. In fact, the hatred of the plastic surgery hospital has been looking for people related to Butterfly. They want to find out what happened in the dead building.

As the most mysterious hatred in the plastic surgery hospital, the painter knows a lot of things, and he is also very aware of the specialness of the dead building, because that area used to be a place where someone grew up.

"You have missed your only chance." Han Fei said bluntly. Before Xu Qin became hatred, the three hatreds in the plastic surgery hospital could easily crush Silou, but now the situation has been reversed.

The faceless woman was about to lose her soul, and the kindness of the little white shoes was controlled by Han Fei. The dead building area was not included in the mirror god, and it also had the hatred of two people. The plastic surgery hospital was no longer capable of destroying the dead building.

On the long corridor full of oil paintings, Han Fei and the painter stood on both sides of the corridor, and no one was in a hurry to start.

Han Fei watched the painter's every move, and the painter silently looked at Han Fei, as if he wanted to make sure of something.

After a long time, the painter raised his left hand and tore off the sleeve on his right arm.

There is a gouged wound on the pale arm, which seems to be a number "4".

This wound has not healed, and the black blood oozing from the wound will continue to drip into the small bucket he is holding in his right hand.

"The red paint the painter used was actually his own blood?"

Han Fei remembered the curse text he had read before, and he stared at the number 4 wound on the painter's right arm: "What is the relationship between you and Orphan No. 4? If you are friends, then maybe we shouldn't fight each other, because he The person I most look forward to and want to be the most is me.”

Before Han Fei quit the game, he made a plan. He was going to find an opportunity to negotiate with the plastic surgery hospital's hatred in a neutral place department store, so he had to try his best to avoid avoidable fights.

Hearing Han Fei's words, the painter's expression remained unchanged. He seemed to have lost all human emotions and integrated everything about himself into the painting.

The black blood from the wound of number 4 dripped into the small bucket, and the viscous red "pigment" in the bucket gave off a special rotten smell. If emotions can fester, that smell must be all kinds of emotions rotting after death the taste of.

The children in the oil painting did not dare to approach the painter, as if their father, who was usually kind and kind, suddenly got drunk and went crazy one day, waving around with a kitchen knife.

The faceless child hid in all directions. The painter put his left hand into the small bucket. After stirring, he used his left hand to draw a window on the ground.

The other side of the window is a pitch-black city, which is full of tall buildings, and in each building, there are extremely terrifying things hidden.

Han Fei saw this painting once when he was saving Ugly Scar. The oil painting seemed to be connected to another world. Once he fell into it, he could not come back.

The silent painter finished the oil painting, and then he held down the window he had drawn with one hand and pushed it in hard.

Something unimaginable happened, the painted window was pushed open!

A gloomy wind blows from the drawn window, the temperature plummets, all kinds of screams and howls of monsters seem to ring in my ears, and there is a nightmare hidden behind that window.

After the painter finished this, his eyes that were numb to everything looked at Han Fei, and he raised his left hand that was covered in "red paint".

On the fourth basement floor of the plastic surgery hospital, all the windows of the oil paintings painted on the walls were opened, and the faceless children who were playing outside the windows jumped over the window sills and ran out one by one.

They lost themselves and chased false pleasures, like a group of walking dead trapped in a paradise.

There are so many oil paintings in the underground of the plastic surgery hospital. It is estimated that the painter himself did not know how many paintings there are.

In the past, he could do nothing about the situation of those children. He could only draw thirty-one windows for them. Now he can't change anything. After returning to this abandoned place, he can only draw the scenery outside the window over and over again. But no matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window is, the children watching that scenery will never come back.

"Han Fei!" Li Huang reminded loudly from behind, her voice was almost broken.

Countless faceless children came to Han Fei. They tore at Han Fei's body, trying to drag Han Fei to the window drawn by the painter.

Looking at the faces of the children, when Han Fei came into contact with them, hysterical laughter came from the depths of his brain.

This laughter is very morbid and contains madness, but if you listen carefully, you can also feel an indescribable sadness.

A child with a healing personality has turned into a lunatic who can only laugh wildly, and when he grows up, he has even become an adult who has lost his smile.

"Is this the most successful personality? Or the most unsuccessful personality?"

Under the double influence of wild laughter and the children, Han Fei approached the black window step by step.

The children who had lost themselves hoped that Han Fei would become like them. The maniacal laughter gradually grew louder, and Han Fei was getting closer and closer to the window.

Three meters, two meters...

Han Fei's footsteps finally stopped only a few centimeters away from the window. He and the painter stood at both ends of the window, as if they were two people from different worlds.

"If you met me one night earlier, I'm afraid my will would not be able to stop these things, and I would be pushed into the window by them and locked in the dark."

The task of inheriting the shrine is the cruelest test and test of the will. Han Fei's consciousness and body were torn apart in Fu Sheng's shrine. He succeeded in returning to his soul on the verge of being scattered, and was finally put together again by the hatred and love of ten hateful people. Together.

Breaking down and then building up, his tenacity of will has surpassed most people's imagination.

"No matter what happened in the past, at least I am still alive. Since I am alive, I will change. On the road to death, I will leverage fate. I will change the future like changing the future of others in the memory world of the shrine. Everything after that."

His eyes were scarlet, and Han Fei could clearly see veins on his face. He was in the final confrontation with the painter.

The painter didn't seem to be able to kill people directly in reality, but his weird ability could directly affect those who could see them. At this time, Han Fei was under tremendous pressure, but it was only pressure.

With a black box and having experienced so many things in the deep world, Han Fei can be said to be the person who knows how to give in the least.

No one can drive him crazy just by hallucinations, he has already experienced the most thorough and heart-wrenching madness from the laughing body.

The confrontation through a window lasted for a long time, until the building began to shake, and the sirens outside the building became more and more clear.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and slowly, the voice of a child talking to himself came from the opened window on the ground.

After hearing the voice, the painter's numb eyes changed slightly, and he reached out and closed the window on the ground.

The black oil painting slowly dissipated as the blood dried up.

The painter walked past the window, and instead of staying beside Han Fei, he went straight to the depths of the corridor.

As if he couldn't see Han Fei and Li Huang, he pushed open the door of the room at the deepest part of the corridor.

The scene in front of me was shocking. The room was astonishingly large. The whole room was dark red, and all the bricks were engraved with a child's smiling face.

Their innocent and childish smiles formed a stark contrast with the blood-red room, and the originally cute faces now only made people feel creepy.

"Is this the real red room? Is this the place where Xia Yilan brought the child to complete the final deal?"

All the medical instruments in the house were emptied, leaving only a red chair in the empty room.

The chair was placed in the center of the room, facing a black oil painting on the wall.

The painting was a window, and it was as if someone had sat in a chair and stared at the painted window on the wall.

The painter waited for Han Fei to enter the house and closed the door.

He came to the edge of the wall with a small bucket filled with his own blood, staring blankly at the window.

Unlike other oil painting windows, this oil painting seems to have been completed many years ago, and the skin has been slightly cracked.

After watching quietly for a while, the painter suddenly picked up the small bucket with both hands, and splashed a whole bucket of "red paint" on the black window!

The black windows were stained red, and the blood droplets slid down the windows, as if it was raining inside the house, full of blood-colored mist.

When Han Fei was wondering why the painter did this, he suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the window.

Looking at the oil painting on the black window with surprise, Han Fei found that with the blood dripping, a child appeared in the window of the oil painting, and he was wearing a hospital gown with the number "4" written on it.

"I don't know how to meet him, so I can only draw myself in the window he painted..."

Han Fei suddenly remembered the cursing text left by Orphan No. 4: "Is the child in the window of this oil painting the No. 4 child?"

The sound of knocking on the window was getting louder~lightnovelpub.net~ Han Fei walked forward quickly, and he heard what number four said behind the window.

"They have been looking for children like this, who were born in tragedy, grew up in despair, and lost everything under the fool of fate. I am such a child, and they are also such a child."

"The doctors here have never tried to cure us, the perfect personality is just a scam, the hospital is not a place to save people, and the paradise specially prepared for children is not a place to bring happiness."

"Actually, I really envy that person. It's strange that I, who has a self-destructive personality, would envy him, who has a healing personality?"

"But there is something even stranger. I, who wanted to destroy everything, only killed myself in the end; but he, who has a healing personality, killed all the children of the same batch except himself."

"I heard that after that **** night, he was the only one left in the Paradise, and since then, the Paradise has become a place dedicated to dealing with hospital failures."

There is another chapter in the afternoon

(end of this chapter)