"Didn't you see these things when you came here during the day?" More and more players entered the room, and everyone was a little scared when they saw the human head models in the cabinet. Those heads were so realistic, as if they were real.

"I was being followed by a ghost, so I didn't have time to check the room." Li Guoer had no need to deceive the players.

"Qianye, lead people to guard the corridor, and don't let go of any clues when other people enter the house." F's status in the team was higher than Qiangwei's, and even the prisoners obeyed his advice.

Candles lit up in the corners of the room, and the room where No. 11 lived was slowly restored.

The room as a whole maintains the decoration style of the end of the last century, and it has not been taken care of for a long time, making it look messy and dilapidated, like a patient whose memory has been frozen and who cannot take care of himself.

Stepping on the scattered pills on the ground, Han Fei slowly moved away from the window. Fear almost engulfed him, and stopped by the window. He always felt that he would be pushed down the next moment.

"Why did I think of death as soon as I stood by the window, and even saw my own dead body one step closer?"

Picking up the medicines on the ground, Han Fei wiped the dust off the pills with his fingertips. He found that these medicines were very similar to the medicines prescribed by Dr. Fu. strong reading

"Eleventh suffers from the same disease as me? Or does that doctor only prescribe this kind of medicine?"

Unlike other players who seemed to be running around like headless flies, Han Fei had a familiar sense of fear since entering the room. He had not only been here before, but also died here.

Avoiding other players, Han Fei went straight to the bedroom in the deepest part of the house, "opened" the locked door, and saw a bedroom whose main color was light red.

The owner of this bedroom seems to be a student. Unfinished test papers and books are scattered on the desk, and various children's shoes are piled up on the floor.

"Your purpose seems to be very clear?" F has been in control of the overall situation, and he can see everyone's reaction. At this moment, he approached Han Fei: "Have you been here too?"

Shaking his head, Han Fei entered the bedroom.

At first glance at this room, you will not feel any problems, but the more you observe carefully, the more you will find the strangeness of this room.

The sizes of the children's shoes on the ground are not exactly the same. There are men's shoes and women's shoes inside, which obviously do not belong to the same person.

The styles of those shoes are also very different, with a span of nearly twenty years. The owner of the house seems to have a quirk of collecting shoes, and it seems that they must be shoes worn by others.

Picking up a shoe casually, Han Fei saw various things stuffed inside the shoe, including sharp nails, staples, broken glass, and a lot of pills.

"How do you walk in those shoes?"

"This dark red room seems to be some kind of psychological metaphor, representing the mental state of the owner of the bedroom." F held the black knife in his back hand, and he observed calmly: "There are various missing person notices posted in the corridor, and one of them is Zhang’s missing person notice stated that a five-year-old girl was lost nearby, and she was wearing a pair of pink sandals, which looked similar to the shoes in your hand from the description.”

"Are you trying to say... that the owner of the house abducted those children?"

"To be precise, I suspect that the child's adoptive parents have been stealing the child." F looked at the shoes all over the floor: "Shoes represent feet, which can be further extended to walking and escaping. There are so many shoes locked here. , every pair of shoes is stuffed with glass shards and pills, which obviously imply confinement and control, what do you think?"

"I think you're right." Han Fei looked at F blankly.

Possessing a black knife capable of injuring monsters, a group of fairly loyal subordinates, a rational and calm mind, and unfathomable personal strength, this mysterious F has the upper hand, and he is likely to become the first to save enough A player with one hundred points.

Looking back at himself, Han Fei sighed softly. He forgot everything, only a pile of old scripts and an ugly cat remained.

Walking past those shoes, Han Fei came to the desk. He flipped through the unfinished test papers and felt a chill enveloping him.

The owner of the bedroom seems to have a serious mental illness. All his reading comprehension will be interpreted from an extremely dark angle. Although it is a very positive article, he can always read scary things from the cracks in the words.

Just looking at the reading comprehension questions, one would think that the owner of the house is a lunatic, but looking at the test papers of other subjects, one would think that he is a genius, because there are thick full-score test papers piled up next to the desk.

"A stupid lunatic isn't scary, what's scary is a sober, genius-like lunatic." F walked over, and he was very close to Han Fei, which made Han Fei very uncomfortable: "Are you also like this?" think?"

F's gaze seemed to be able to see through Han Fei's mask, and Han Fei also felt that F was different from other players, which was an essential difference.

Ignoring F, Han Fei opened the desk drawer, and there was a pack of balloons inside, and each balloon seemed to have a pattern printed on it.

Taking out a balloon, Han Fei tried to blow it up, and then a horrifying picture appeared.

The pattern on the balloon was a human head. When Han Fei blew the balloon, a human head gradually grew bigger around his mouth. The frightened expression and vivid eyes were perfectly restored.

"What are you doing?" Li Guoer and Ah Chong walked in, and the prisoners who followed behind also saw this scene, Han Fei in the dark was blowing a huge human head.

"I found that the owner of the house seems to love his parents very much. He made a model of their heads one by one, and then made them into balloons." Han Fei looked at the huge balloon in his hand: "Imagine a picture where the owner of the house locked the door The door, lying alone on the bed in the bedroom, the roof is full of adoptive parents' heads, so that he will no longer feel lonely?"

After hearing Han Fei's words, the eyes of the players except F changed. They couldn't understand, but it didn't prevent them from being shocked.

"How did you come up with this?" Li Guoer realized that he had underestimated Han Fei.

"I can see my parents when I look up. I wonder if this is a kind of companionship?" Han Fei let go of his hand, and the air in the balloon ran out. The huge human head shrank and wrinkled rapidly. When it shrank, There was also a strange sound, as if a person was crying softly.

Han Fei put all the balloons into a bag and stuffed them to F. He couldn't hold back such a terrifying thing.

Open the second drawer, and there is a sharp fruit knife inside.

In a clean drawer, there is a knife alone. This incident happened in a child's bedroom, which is very thought-provoking.

"In the first drawer are balloons full of adoptive parents' faces, and in the second drawer is a sharp knife..." Han Fei reached out and opened the third drawer, which contained a ledger.

Taking out the ledger, Han Fei flipped through it casually.

"On January 4th, I found that I really love playing with kittens more and more. Since my cat died, I have always wanted to get another cat, but there is always no chance."

"On February 7th, the neighbor's cat always came to visit. That kitten is very cute and obedient. I'm going to find a way to buy it."

"On July 7th, I took in a lost pet cat. It is strong, not pretentious, and is obedient. It doesn't bark at home. It has been domesticated. The price is 150 for sale."

"On August 9th, I caught a stray cat in the park. It looked dirty. After taking a bath, I found that it was in good condition. It's a pity that it seems to have some mental problems. It can be kept and played. Price 95 has been sold out."

"September 21st, I was very lucky. I took in a British shorthair cat. It is a popular cat in recent years. It is round and round, very cute, quiet, docile, and good in appearance. It is a rare and top-quality kitten. The price is 1200 for sale."

"On November 11th, I adopted an older Garfield cat in the cattery. He is obedient, well-behaved, and knows how to please his owner. The most important thing is that he is also very smart. To be honest, I am reluctant to sell him. Already. Price 2500 unsold."

There was a lot of information on the ledger, which was nothing at first glance, but when Han Fei saw the last piece of information, his eyes narrowed slowly.

"On November 11th, the owner of the ledger took a cat in the cattery and said he was reluctant to sell it?"

No. 11's last adoptive parent adopted him on November 11th. From this perspective, the cattery may not refer to the real cattery, but the name of the orphanage.

Thinking deeper, all the cats in this ledger are actually not cats, but children!

The thin ledger is full of disgusting crimes in the simplest words.

Before he knew it, Han Fei turned to the last page, and there were supplements for things that were not written in the script.

On the back of the ledger, there are several children's hand-painted drawings with crooked words on them.

"Gardeners secretly picked flowers, pocketed them, carried them over the fence, and flung them into the muddy streets."

"The passing wild dog bit the tender flower stem and carried the flower into the dark alley."

"The outside world seems to have closed the door since then. Flowers were planted in the dark room, some withered in the dark, some took root in the dark, and some became a flower seed."

"The flower seeds called out the names of father and mother, and were planted in different flowerpots one after another, and sent into one darkroom after another."

"Finally, one day, the seed buried deep in the flower pot sprouted new sprouts, and people began to feel scared when they saw it, because the flower was completely different from what adults imagined."

The last text of the ledger has been completely distorted, and it is almost impossible to see what it means.

"The parents who finally adopted No. 11 were actually human traffickers. They should have been satisfied with No. 11 at first, but when they were about to resell, something went wrong." Li Guoer also entered the house, and she looked at That account book, I quickly understood the meaning: "The death of a human trafficker is not a pity."

"I agree with you on this point." F took the ledger from Han Fei and kept flipping through it.

"No. 11 has been adopted eleven times. Why is this child abandoned again and again? What is on him?" The trafficker adopted No. 11. This time, No. 11 did not give the trafficker a living, and he never returned. Orphanage, from this point of view, No. 11 seems to be a good "ghost".

As soon as Han Fei had this idea in his heart, he heard F say: "The child who was adopted in the end is the main reason for the change here. He took revenge on the traffickers, but also hurt other people. This ghost is a bit righteous Evil feeling."

F also has no prejudice against ghosts. He looks at the problem from a relatively fair and objective perspective.

"Is the woman who climbed out of the window just now the child's mother? Since they are human traffickers, why didn't they hurry up and get rid of No. 11? And save him?" Ah Chong didn't understand.

"The purpose of giving medicine is not necessarily to save people. The biggest effect of some medicines is not to cure a person, but to make a person obedient." F put away the ledger, and Han Fei put the number 11 in the drawer The knife was taken away.

Holding the knife in his hand, Han Fei felt as if a part of his body had extended. He seemed to be very good at using a knife.

"Cutting, chopping, and dismembering at the right place, I can't explain why I understand these things as a screenwriter..." Han Fei quietly hid the knife and continued searching. He stopped in front of the only wardrobe in the house.

Open the door of the cupboard, and there are various masks inside. From small to large, each mask has some blood-stained words written on it.

There are only two words on the smallest mask—Huang Sheng~lightnovelpub.net~ This seems to be the first name of No. 11, and this smallest mask is also the cleanest.

On the second mask, Huang Sheng's name has been smeared out, and there are many laughing characters written on it, but the mask itself is a crying face.

There are more words on the third mask. It can be seen that as the mask gets bigger, the owner of the mask becomes more and more crazy and abnormal.

"These masks seem to express his experience of being abandoned and raised eleven times. From the beginning, he wanted to live a good life, and finally turned into a monster." Han Fei glanced at all the masks, and he was a little puzzled: " No matter how unlucky a child is, he will not always meet bad parents, unless the parents who adopt him are carefully selected by the orphanage."

"Is there such a possibility that the orphanage specially recruited adults with problems and defects to adopt him, and finally even handed him over to traffickers?"

The more Han Fei thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. When the people in charge of kindness rot, the heaven will also turn into hell.

Starting from the sixth mask, the words are completely abnormal, and the child who wears the mask knows how to pretend.

He will put on various expressions and personalities to cater to his adoptive parents, but the real him grows into a poisonous weed in a dark flowerpot.

The facial expressions on the mask were all fake, more and more words and colors covered the facial features of the mask, and he lost his own face.

Han Fei looked at the last mask. It was a clown mask painted in various colors. Its exaggerated smile couldn't hide the blue tears at the corners of its eyes.

Look at the back of the mask, there is a line of black words there.

"Happiness is a monster that kills without blinking an eye, but I still want to get close to it, how about you?"

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