Chapter 686 His nightmare is comparable to a natural disaster

Han Fei stood in Room 444, Building 4 of the Paradise Family Courtyard. He slowly moved his gaze away from Yan Le, entered the back room alone, and began to inspect this weird room.

"Don't walk around!" The middle-aged man kindly reminded, but Han Fei had already entered the bedroom.

Walking in a room full of cursing words, the whole person will feel extremely depressed and panic. Those words are like distorted human faces, constantly squeezed into his eyeballs.

"Four have a meaning of death. The fourth floor seems to be a dead building. I feel that there is a memory about this place in my mind, but I can't remember it at all."

Scanning the shocking curse on the wall, Han Fei followed the **** handprints and found something in the bedroom.

A folding bed was placed on the ground filled with vicious curses, and the legs of the bed were hung with chains, which seemed to be used to fix the person on the bed.

Under the bed Han Fei also found a cardboard box full of video tapes.

Picking up a plate casually, Han Fei frowned after seeing the text on the cover.

The video tape in this box records the last moments of a person's life, captures their last despair, and freezes the picture of their death. It is a veritable death video.

On the other side of the bed is the projector, depending on its placement, the picture played by the projector can be seen by the person on the bed.

"People who are fixed on the bed, do they have to watch such desperate death videos every night?"

In order to verify his guess, Han Fei put the video tape into the projector.

The indicator light was on, and there was a strange sound from the projector, as if many bugs were crawling between the bones.

"Stop it! Dreams will interfere with reality through videos and drag us into nightmares." The middle-aged man outside the house struggled to come over, trying to stop Han Fei.

"You all go out, I stay here alone, if I fall into a nightmare, you just open the door and escape, don't worry about me." It's fine to watch the death video in such a weird room, but Han Fei has to watch it alone, refusing When the others came over, the middle-aged man didn't know whether to admire Han Fei's courage, or to say that he was ignorant and fearless.

Sitting on the single bed, Han Fei stared at the playback screen, savoring the despair.

At the beginning of all videos, there is a colorful butterfly flying from a distance. The texture on its body is gorgeous and magnificent, as if it condenses all the beauty in this dark night.

The butterfly appeared very suddenly and disappeared very suddenly. After it disappeared, the video began to play normally.

The first victim was Yan Le's neighbor, a child in a single-parent family who was disliked by his parents. Both parties regarded him as a burden. Slowly, he also thought that his existence was a mistake. , that child hastily ended his life.

In the whole video, Yan Le didn't leave the country, but after thinking about it carefully, she might be the photographer who recorded these cruel and crazy scenes.

Nine victims died, and a large number of victims were on the verge of mental collapse. Everyone lived in the despair they woven, like a child lost at a crossroads, dazed, scared, and helpless.

The emotions of those people infected the viewers through the video tape, but Han Fei remained expressionless and just watched silently.

He didn't know why he didn't respond, maybe because he had seen something more desperate than this somewhere.

Fast-forward, double-speed, after a series of video tapes were watched by Han Fei, he also discovered a very strange thing.

Every time the tape is played, the opening butterfly will fly forward a little.

By the time he watched the last tape, the butterfly was about to land on the screen.

"I really want to slap it to death." Han Fei continued to watch. The protagonist of the last video tape was the owner of the video tape rental house. He accidentally saw Yan Le's filming works and resonated with him.

One night, he was lying on the bed just like Han Fei at this time, watching over and over again.

In the middle of the night, when it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, he also saw the last video.

At this time, he was completely dominated by some kind of emotion, and the expression on his face became more and more terrifying. He thought of many things in life, then took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen and knocked on the door of the neighbor's house.

In the last scene of the picture, both the boss and the neighbor are lying in a pool of blood. The neighbor's expression is fearful and painful, but the boss shows a strange sense of relief and satisfaction when he dies.

When he died, a colorful butterfly flew out of the boss's mind, flapped its wings up and down, and approached the screen.

It flew closer and closer, and finally seemed to fly out of the screen.

Han Fei stared at the butterfly vigilantly, and when he realized it again, the colorful butterfly appeared in his mind.

In the empty mind, there is only a dark curtain that blocks memory. The butterfly spreads desperate dream dust, but does not weave any dreams. memories before destroying them all.

"Only by knowing the past can we weave the most contradictory nightmare in my heart. I can understand it." Han Fei was lying on the bed with the blood-colored paper figurine in his arms. Normal people would definitely feel scared at this time, after all, a particularly terrifying thing flew into his mind. Something, nine people had committed suicide because of it before, but Han Fei was very indifferent, as if it was planned in advance.

Han Fei himself didn't understand where his confidence came from. It felt as if he had practiced it before.

In order to get into the crack, the colorful butterfly did not hesitate to stain its gorgeous wings with blood. It vowed to drag Han Fei into the most terrifying nightmare.

The **** paper man opened his eyes, but Han Fei shook his head. He didn't even let the paper man stop the butterfly.

"I can predict death, but this crippled little butterfly didn't arouse the fear in my heart." Han Fei changed a comfortable posture: "Looking at the dazed look of the butterfly entering my mind, the person who erased my memory should not be Dream. If I really cleared the game before, then it is very likely that the one who cleared my memory was another manager, the enemy of Dream."

The brain is the core of a person, the home of consciousness and soul, but Han Fei let him in.

He is using the attack of one enemy to break the shackles left by another enemy.

"I seem to be a little sleepy." There was a rustling voice in his mind, as if fine sand was falling from his ears. Han Fei tied the paper figurine to himself with a red string, bit the tip of his tongue, and used his will to fight against the sleepiness .

A colorful butterfly creeps into the darkness, and it can arouse the deepest despair and evil in a person.

After a moment of silence, the cracks in the darkness widened again, and suffocating despair seeped out of the darkness.

If the despair of other people is a completely closed dark room, then Han Fei's despair is like a boundless deep sea!

He didn't seal himself up in the darkness, but wanted to submerge everything!

The originally colorful butterfly came out of the crack as if escaping. Its beautiful wings were torn apart, and the fragments of Han Fei's memory pierced deeply into its body like sharp glass shards.

The butterfly was on the verge of falling, and the sharp memory fragments were brought out of the gap. Han Fei also saw some memories related to the butterfly.

He's killed butterflies before!

The fragments that pierced the butterfly's body were all memories related to the butterfly. Han Fei saw the last scene of the butterfly's death.

In the back of his mind was a blood-red orphanage, in which he stretched out his hands laughing wildly and pinched the butterfly to death.

This **** memory caused a chain reaction, and the entire black curtain that blocked the memory was covered with blood. As the crack widened again, the despair and fear in Han Fei's memory also poured out along the crack.

The colorful butterfly wanted to weave a nightmare out of Han Fei's despair and pain, but it didn't expect that Han Fei's despair and pain far exceeded his imagination, and the nightmare got out of control unexpectedly.

The colorful butterfly did not escape Han Fei's mind in the end. It was torn apart by despair and became a part of the nightmare.

The desperation and pain in Han Fei's mind were like a flood that broke through the dam. All kinds of horrible hallucinations and images began to appear around him, among them was a giant tree made of countless human hands; there were no eyes, and three faces growing on his face. A male teacher with a mouth; a singing voice that seems to be absent, and so on.

"Attention, player number 0000, you have successfully reached stage eight!"

The colorful butterflies are like sparks falling into a powder keg, weaving a nightmare that engulfs itself together.

Lying on the bed, a drop of blood flowed from the corner of Han Fei's eye. The blood vessels in his temples were bulging, and his will was beaten repeatedly by fear.

He now knew how painful the "brain" was just now, and it was not easy to resist the nightmare.

But what he is a little more relaxed than the "brain" is that his nightmare is out of control. At this moment, not only he can see those horrible scenes, but everyone around him is affected. Because the butterfly died directly in the dream, his nightmare was constantly spreading around.

"I didn't expect that the villain I hate and disgust the most can activate my memory." Han Fei looked towards the living room, and the "brain" drew the undissipated maze pattern on Yan Le's abdomen, and the one got into Yan Le's stomach The thing is now under the maze tattoo.

After the colorful butterfly in the video tape died, a scream came from Yan Le's stomach, and the labyrinth tattoo began to spread rapidly.

"It's already 11:30 in the evening, why hasn't Yan Le's mother appeared yet?" Li Guoer, who was guarding the door, gradually lost her patience, and she checked the time repeatedly.

"I don't know too well." The middle-aged man sat in the corner, the blood in his eyes had already drained, and there were two shocking bloodstains on his cheeks.

"Yan Le's mother loves Yan Le so much, if we put a knife on Yan Le's neck, or do something to hurt her, maybe we can force her mother to show up." Li Guoer wasn't just commenting, she was Really drew out the knife: "This room is too weird, let's call Yan Le's mother as soon as possible, and then leave."

"If you do that, you will be regarded as a threat by Yan Le's mother, and it is even more impossible for her to cooperate with you and tell you what happened in the past." The middle-aged man knew his wife's character very well, and he said weakly.

"Then how long do we have to wait?" Li Guoer was under a lot of pressure protecting the two children.

"The resentment will completely erupt at midnight, and her mother should also appear." The middle-aged man just finished speaking, and suddenly felt something was wrong. All the curse words in the whole room moved, and there was an extremely disturbing atmosphere. Quietly emerged: "Has my wife become this scary?"

"Ahem." Han Fei coughed and walked out of the back room. He wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes and stared at his predecessor's "brain": "There is a colorful butterfly hidden in the death video tape left by your daughter and wife."

"That's one of the incarnations of 'Dream' when it kills people. It will become like that when it enters the dream." The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei and said in surprise, "Why are your eyes bleeding?"

"I have good news and bad news to tell you." Han Fei stretched out a finger: "The good news is that one of the incarnations of the dream died in my mind, and it was crushed by the nightmare I wove. "

"Impossible, the dream has never been killed, no one can have the memory of its death, let alone the despair that can shake its will." The middle-aged man shook his head: "Forget it, what do you mean by bad news?" Bar?"

"The bad news is that after it died, the nightmare in my mind was completely out of control, and all the despair and pain enveloped you. You may see the horror I experienced later, and you may need to help me share the pain." Han As soon as the non-speaking voice fell, the faint singing sounded in everyone's ears.

Yan Le, who was tied to the chair, suddenly screamed, she had never been so disturbed.

The expression on that immature face gradually became gloomy, and her bones made a crisp sound, as if another soul hidden in her body felt a fatal threat and wanted to come out to take over her body.

The middle-aged man who thought Han Fei was talking nonsense at first stopped talking now~lightnovelpub.net~ He found that no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of the singing, and the singing that sounded from the nightmare seemed to directly cover the entire neighborhood.

"What horrible monster have you ever met?" The middle-aged man got up from the ground, regardless of the danger, and covered his daughter's ears.

"I don't know, I lost my memory." Han Fei felt goose bumps on the back of his neck when he heard the singing.

Before everyone could figure out the meaning of the singing, the piercing sirens temporarily overwhelmed the singing.

Han Fei opened the door and looked outside. A black taxi led a long queue of police cars into the community.

"Xiao Jia surrendered to the enemy?"

Police sirens, singing and crying were mixed together. As more and more people entered the community, Han Fei felt that the pain he was suffering gradually eased. The out-of-control nightmare directly dragged everyone into the nightmare, making them constantly Momentarily disturbed by Han Fei's once desperate hallucinations, he will gradually become unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, and then do all kinds of terrible things.

"It seems to be messed up." Han Fei looked further away. There were a few vans behind the police car. After the players circled around, they entered through the back door of the community.

(end of this chapter)