Chapter 665 Return to the place where memory begins

The **** the TV screen seems to be an extremely vicious spirit. The aura emanating from her body is completely different from that of the hanged ghost. That kind of fear is incomparable to the clown's childhood memories. Just being looked at by her can feel the soul As if melted by her gaze.

Han Fei and Hanged Ghost did not expect the scene that happened in the room on the fourth floor. Originally, Han Fei just felt that the room was very familiar to him and wanted to come in and take a look, but who knew that there was such a terrifying grimace hidden in the TV. .

The hanged ghost's head changed drastically outside the house, and a faint black mist stretched into the house, and the hanged ghost holding Han Fei's hands backed away.

It wanted to leave, but Han Fei was really scared to be here alone, so he hugged the body of the hanged ghost tightly with both hands.

The palm of his hand touched the soul body and memory of the hanged ghost. This scene made Han Fei feel very familiar. He had done the same thing in this room before!

The blank mind caused waves, and there was a gap in the black curtain covering the memory again, and the gap was still getting bigger.

"I've done something like this! I've lived to this day! That's the right choice!"

With both hands and legs, Han Fei almost hung his body on the hanged ghost, and the head outside the door of the ghost grinned anxiously.

To be honest, Han Fei was really scared now. The girl's hideous and distorted face was all over the screen, and the indescribable pressure made him feel cold. The only way to feel safe was to hug another foreign ghost in the house.

"One of the scariest stories in the script happened in the Happy Community. Did I meet that ghost called Yama with Eight Arms?"

The girl in red was fiddling with corpses in the black house before, and she was so cruel that she used the corpses as puzzles to play with. Such a ghost is definitely an evil ghost!

The more frightened Han Fei was, the more he tried to grab the hanged ghost. Now what he had to think about was no longer **** the hanged ghost, but how to keep himself alive.

"The girl's eyes are completely occupied by pathological killing intent. I have never seen such crazy eyes."

Perverted killers will reveal their true nature when committing crimes, but even those perverts are not as scary as girls with TV eyes when they are at their craziest.

It was really unimaginable why such a young child had such shocking eyes. Han Fei didn't even dare to guess how many people she had killed.

The black and white TV screen began to flicker, and the blood on the girl's face seemed to seep out of the glass screen, and every drop of blood contained a strong killing intent.

At a distance of three or four meters, the girl just looked at Han Fei like this. She seemed unable to come out of the TV now, and Han Fei also realized this.

But just when he breathed a sigh of relief, blood dripped from the screen, and the cabinet where the TV was placed began to move slowly for no apparent reason.

In the dark living room, the TV showing the girl's grimace approached him, and the girl's face gradually narrowed the distance!

Goosebumps appeared on Han Fei's neck. He wanted to leave, but his body was no longer obeying orders, his legs were weak, and only the arm that touched the memory of the hanged ghost could barely move.

"What are you still doing in a daze! Run! Do you want to die with me?" Han Fei yelled at the hanged ghost. crushed.

The hanged ghost's head left outside the house screamed, and a steady stream of black mist penetrated into the body. It wanted to pull out its body, but the ugly and cute cat took the opportunity to retaliate and scratched his cheek.

The hanged ghost's face was covered with scars all the time, he was already mad, his eyes full of whites rolled quickly, wishing to throw the ugly cat and Han Fei into the house immediately, so that the owner of the house would have both cats and dogs, and calm his anger.

"Quick!"

The TV was getting closer and closer, and the hanged ghost consumed a lot of black mist, dragging his body with great difficulty.

"Quick!" Han Fei shouted loudly, and when he and the hanged ghost moved back, the TV cabinet almost moved in front of him.

"Did I kill you? Why do you look at me like this?"

The crazy girl seemed to have heard Han Fei's voice, and her lips moved slightly, as if she was saying something.

"The key?" Han Fei realized that he also dabbled in lip language, but because the time was too short, he only saw that the girl mentioned the key.

"What key? The key to the house? She wants me to help find the key?"

With his body backward, before the TV touched Han Fei, the hanged ghost used a lot of black mist to drag his body and Han Fei hanging on his body out of the room.

Both legs returned to normal. Without any hesitation, Han Fei and the ugly cat jumped off and ran upstairs in three steps.

The hanged ghost whose head and body were severely severed fell on the fourth floor, and it took him a long time to stand up again.

Just now, in order to bring his body out of the room, the hanged ghost wasted too much black mist of resentment, and now he can't even heal the wound on his face.

Straightening his head with both hands, the Hanged Ghost realized that Han Fei had appeared in his obsession. Killing Han Fei had become his new obsession.

Dragging his toes on the ground, the man seemed to be bound by an invisible rope, and he chased Han Fei as fast as he could.

"Did you find anything!"

When he reached the seventh floor, Han Fei didn't dare to speak too loudly, for he was afraid of attracting more bad things.

"found it!"

Xiao Jia broke open a floor tile in the corner and found the black jar buried in the deepest part of the toilet.

The bathroom is the most sinister place in the room, and this jar was specially placed in the innermost corner of the bathroom. The landlord's friend clearly wanted to kill him on purpose.

"Give me something!"

Holding his company, Han Fei ran to Xiao Jia, and he saw the problem at a glance.

There were two white papers pasted on the black jar, and someone's birth date was written on the paper. What's more noteworthy was that the handwriting on the white paper was very similar to the writing on the mirror of the boy's corpse, and it should be written by the same person.

The terrifying sound of bone dislocation sounded at the door, and the hanged ghost had already entered the house.

Han Fei didn't hesitate anymore, tore off the white paper and smashed the black altar.

Black water with a pungent and rancid smell flowed out of the jar, which soaked a school uniform full of various obscenities and several color photos.

This scene once appeared in the blue and white cram school, and the portraits in the color photos were crying and waving.

However, Han Fei did not save the people in the photos as he did last time. He glanced at them as quickly as possible. In those photos, there were ugly photos taken by students when they bullied others unscrupulously, as well as secretly photographed photos of the boss handing in documents. , There are also group photos of colleagues talking and laughing.

The pictures are well taken, and the Hanged Man himself is in every picture, but he is always standing in the corner, lying on the ground, and being pushed out.

"These things are your anger and hatred, and I will help you destroy them."

Accompanied by stabbing into the photo, he was extremely decisive, just like the last time he went directly to save someone without even thinking about it.

The same photo, the same rescuer, but the endings of those portraits in the photo are completely different.

Hearing the miserable cry in the photo, Xiao Jia was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Han Fei to make such a choice.

Every time a photo was pierced, the thin black mist on Hanged Ghost's body would dissipate a little more, and he became crazier and attacked Han Fei with all his strength.

It was hard for Han Fei to dodge, who was focused on destroying photos, but the blood-stained cell phone rang just at this moment, and Xiaoyou's mother was covered in blood and wrestled with the hanged ghost.

Hurry up, after destroying all the photos, Han Fei picked up the stinky school uniform from the black water, aimed at the heart of the school uniform and stabbed the companion.

Black blood flowed from the smelly school uniform, and the same wound appeared on the body of the hanged ghost.

The expression on his face was a bit painful, his obsession was aroused, and he began to desperately hurt the people around him.

"No one helped him. When he was a student, he who was full of hope and vision might have died, leaving only a walking dead."

After chopping up the school uniform, black blood seeped into the sharp knife called Companion. When the body of the hanged ghost dissipated, another name appeared on Han Fei's heart.

"It's a strange feeling. The body seems to have recovered a little bit. Is this the ability to accompany you?"

The black mist of resentment remaining in the room was swallowed by Xiaoyou's mother. She didn't seem to want to face Xiaoyou in this way. After absorbing it, she immediately returned to the blood-stained mobile phone.

"mom!"

No matter how Xiaoyou shouted, her mother never came out again.

The hanged ghost flew away, and Xiao You, who was out of danger, dared to cry at this time. She sat on the ground, holding her mother's mobile phone, and kept calling her mother, but no one answered.

Maybe only when Xiaoyou is in danger again, her mother will come out of the phone.

"Your mother doesn't want you to see her frightening appearance, and she wants to keep her most beautiful side in your heart." Han Fei comforted Xiaoyou softly: "You have to understand her, girls love beauty , Your mother used to be a princess, and she walked out of the palace, picked up a weapon, put on armor, stood in front of you, and became your hero after she had you."

Many fairy tales are fictitious, especially in such a horrible world, but Han Fei is still willing to tell others that there are beautiful things in this world.

After Xiaoyou calmed down a little, the three of them fell into a new distress.

Han Fei and Xiao Jia were dragged in by Xiaoyou's mother, but the other party didn't seem to know how to send them away.

"In the taxi before, after killing the boy's body, everything returned to normal, and the frozen time started to move again..." Xiao Jia felt that the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and the situation seemed to be developing in a worse direction. .

"Happiness Community is a place where two different worlds of ghosts and people overlap. I'm afraid it will not be so easy for us to leave." Han Fei actually wanted to go back to the fourth floor now, but he was really afraid: "When the car reaches the mountain, it must There is a way, at least this room is safe now, let's use this as a starting point to simply explore the next building."

"Are you sure?" Xiao Jia was a little worried.

"I have a knife that can hurt ghosts, and I also found that I seem to be able to touch the memory of ghosts. With the help of Xiaoyou's mother, it should be no problem." Han Fei helped Xiaoyou up, and he took his two A teammate left the seventh floor: "Let's go upstairs to have a look first to make sure there is no danger upstairs, and then explore down layer by layer, so as to prevent being attacked by two sides."

As soon as the three of them walked to the middle of the seventh and eighth floors, they heard the sound of a bell ringing.

"It seems to come from the ninth floor?"

"Isn't the ninth floor selling white goods?" Han Fei still remembers that he wanted to go to the ninth floor to find paper figurines in the morning, but he was forced to leave because of the sudden visit of the police: "Let's go over and see, maybe the paper figurine's remains Right there!"

Moving up against the wall, paper money appeared scattered in the corridor, and what was even more strange was that each paper money had someone's name written on it, as if it was money for life.

"This place is really not for the living." Xiao Jia followed Han Fei and glanced at the ninth floor.

This place is the same as when I came during the day, the doors of the residents' rooms are wide open, and paper figures are placed at the door.

Those paper figurines had round and full faces, wearing bright new clothes, with lifelike expressions, as if they would turn their heads and smile in the next second.

"Calm down."

Han Fei observed the paper figurine carefully, and he felt more and more that he had come to the right place.

Pressing his palm on his chest, Han Fei quietly took out the eyes of the blood-colored paper figurine. He felt the connection between the paper figurine's eyeballs and the remnant body.

"Part of the **** paper figurine is in this room." Han Fei walked forward slowly: "The old lady said her husband was a paper maker. Could the paper figurine I'm looking for be made by her husband?"

"That old lady is quite kind, and she feels comfortable talking." Xiao Jia recalled what happened in the morning: "I hope nothing will go wrong this time."

"You two wait a moment." Xiaoyou grabbed Han Fei's arm: "You'd better not touch the white goods on the ninth floor, and don't believe what the crazy old lady said~lightnovelpub.net~crazy Old lady?" Both Xiao Jia and Han Fei stopped.

"Yes! I just moved here and the landlord warned me not to go upstairs casually, especially be careful not to talk to the old lady on the ninth floor." Xiaoyou lowered her voice: "The old lady's husband was very young. She died before, but she said that her husband was still alive. She sat in the corridor every night and made paper figurines, and during the day she said that her husband made those white things."

"Is the paper maker the old lady herself? Her husband died a long time ago?" This sudden change made Xiao Jia very flustered. He thought the old lady was the most normal resident in the building.

"Perhaps after the death of the old lady's husband, the ghost still stays in the house, and will come out every night to make paper figurines to send the dead spirit." Han Fei was not surprised at all, he calmly surprised Xiaoyou: "No matter what Said, I have to go and have a look, I need to find that red paper man!"

After hiding his companion, Han Fei came to the ninth floor.

The soul bell hanging on the door rang, and Han Fei stood among the boy and girl paper figurines, looking into the room.

Compared with the daytime, this room became extremely gloomy at night, and the paper figurines seemed to be sleeping children, who would wake up at any time.

(end of this chapter)