Chapter 689 Han Fei's Family

Qiangwei didn't tell anyone about her plan, and even he himself didn't dare to think about it often, for fear of being seen by someone who could read minds.

Regarding F, Qiangwei has more fear than trust in her heart. He doesn't know how many players can survive to the end in the future that F sees. F will never share the future he sees with others, but only tell everyone how to go. Do.

Everyone followed F blindly, but F did not regard the player as a companion, but more as a valuable tool.

Qiangwei doesn't deny F's ability, but he doesn't like F's way of doing things.

As F predicts the future again and again, the players all gather around F, and there are fewer and fewer people Qiangwei can trust, which aggravates his uneasiness.

Qiangwei doesn't like this feeling very much, rather than follow the future predicted by others, he hopes to grasp his own destiny with his own hands.

The players have arrived at Building No. 4, but more troublesome things have appeared.

The singing sounded in everyone's ears, and their souls seemed to be separated from their bodies and pulled somewhere.

"This song seems to be summoning souls?"

The person singing could not be seen, the source of the sound could not be found, and the fantasies in other nightmares only affected a certain person, but this singing voice enveloped the entire community.

It seemed to represent an unknown force beyond hatred, even in a nightmare, it still carried unspeakable horror.

"Don't be disturbed! Hold your mind!" F was also affected by the singing, and he felt it more clearly than anyone else. The singing seemed to be particularly aimed at him, as if it wanted to tell a desperate tragedy in his mind .

Swinging the black knife irritably, the closer F was to the floor where Han Fei was, the greater the impact of the nightmare. He is strong-willed and can bear it, but the players behind him have reached their limits one by one.

To make matters worse, the residents and hidden ghosts in the community were also disturbed by Han Fei's nightmare, and all the ghosts hiding behind the doors went crazy.

The screams were endless, and when their lives were threatened, the trapped policemen in the community began to take out their guns to fight back.

All kinds of voices sounded, the silence was broken, but the fear was not eliminated.

When all the players reached the third floor of Building No. 4, Han Fei in Room 444 also reached a consensus with Yan Le's parents. As long as Han Fei can help Yan Le survive this disaster, Yan Le's mother will help him unconditionally.

To be honest, Yan Le's current situation is not optimistic, and Yan Le's mother feels it herself.

Meng just used their mother and daughter as pawns, but in order to keep her daughter alive, she knew that she was being used, so she could only choose to cooperate with Meng. The daughter was her only one, occupying all her love.

Now the purpose of the dream has been achieved, it wants to let the butterfly incarnation conceived in Yan Le's body fly out with maze patterns, as for Yan Le's life and death has nothing to do with it.

"Everyone in the city who has held a resurrection ceremony and followed the guidance of dreams has been planted with cocoons, hiding a butterfly with a unique pattern." Yan Le's mother said, "I don't know that this city How many people are believers in dreams, they have great respect for ghosts and gods, most people are completely deceived by dreams, in fact, they are all preparations made by dreams in advance for their own resurrection."

Yan Le's face was ferocious, and there was a vicious light in his eyes. When his mother said that the dream was not good, Yan Le's soul began to rebel. It was as if she had been brainwashed by that butterfly. opinionated.

Seeing his daughter like this, both the mother and the middle-aged man in Yan Le's body were in great pain.

The butterfly that completed the task wanted to fly out of Yan Le's stomach, and blood vessels bulged on the surface of Yan Le's skin, and finally gathered in her abdomen, forming a butterfly composed of blood vessels.

Yan Le's bulging stomach was about to burst, and her skin was only a thin layer.

You must know that she is only a teenager, and this kind of pain is hard for an adult to bear.

The souls of the dead were howling, and they who had been sacrificed tried their best to resist. The girl who had been resurrected from the dead would soon burst into her stomach and die in the most miserable way.

"Butterfly is one of the incarnations of dreams. It can hide a person's mind and dreams. It is not easy to deal with it." Han Fei knew that Yan Le's mother loved her daughter very much, but this was not the reason for her to kill other people , Other people's daughters are also daughters. The reason why Han Fei didn't turn against Yan Le's mother and daughter now was because they understood Meng very well, at least they couldn't die until Meng was stopped.

"You have told me so many things, I will not break my promise, I will try my best to help Yan Le return to normal." Han Fei wrapped Yan Le, the paper figurine and himself together with a red rope, and then wrapped the things needed for the resurrection ceremony Things are all around.

"What is this for?" Yan Le's mother was a little uneasy.

"The butterfly of the dream is about to burst your daughter's stomach. There is no way to lure it out by normal methods, so I am going to use myself as the bait to find a way to force it into my mind."

Ordinary people avoid butterflies, and even the other managers of the park dare not let butterflies enter their minds, but Han Fei does the opposite and takes the initiative to use his brain as a cage.

"Your mind contains all your past memories. Consciousness is born and soul inhabits. It is the foundation of a person's existence. Are you sure you want to do this?" Yan Le's mother just woke up. She has never seen someone who is so cruel to her. . Before, she thought that Han Fei was just pretending to help their mother and daughter, but Han Fei took out his brain as bait without saying a word, which shocked her.

"It's okay, I, Han Fei, have always been as good as I am." Han Fei didn't tell Yan Le's mother that his mind was empty, his memory was blocked, and it would be fine no matter how much the butterfly made trouble, and he didn't tell the other party that his real idea was to use the butterfly Butterfly came to help him break the barrier that blocked his memory, and casually swallowed the labyrinth tattoos that had been rubbed by the butterfly on his wings!

Opportunities are often hidden in crises, and Han Fei is going to take a big gamble this time.

Pulling the red rope, Han Fei and the paper figurine opened their eyes at the same time, and the curse that made everyone's scalp tingle began to emerge from Han Fei's body, and then spread to Yan Le's body along the red rope.

Getting closer, Han Fei almost pressed his forehead against Yan Le's labyrinth pattern. He wanted to use a curse to force the incarnation of the dream out and force it into his mind.

Thousands of different curses slowly permeated Yan Le's body with hatred.

The dead soul in Yan Le's body began to scream, and the dream incarnation in her stomach waved its wings uncomfortably. Under the almost transparent belly, there was a huge butterfly with a human face looking at Han Fei.

Seeing that Han Fei was so desperate, Yan Le's mother did not disappoint Han Fei's kindness, and actively cooperated to suppress the dead souls and guide all the curses into her abdomen.

It was the first time for everyone in the house to see such a scene. The black curse was like a waterfall, washing down Yan Le's body and soul. Slowly, every drop of blood in Yan Le's body contained Xu Qin's curse.

Now, as long as Han Fei has one thought, Yan Le will die completely, and her mother is also highly nervous.

"You have nowhere to escape." Han Fei slowly tightened the red rope, a black fire ignited in the **** paper man's eyes, and all the curses were poured into the dream incarnation.

There was the sound of flesh cracking, and blood flowed out. Amidst the eerie sound, a huge colorful butterfly flew out of Yan Le's stomach.

That butterfly occupies all the colors in the night, like a dream, with a map of the paradise maze imprinted on its wings, mysterious and unpredictable. Coordinated black hate.

The curse and the red rope pulled the wound on Yan Le's belly. Through the crack, Han Fei saw a huge black cocoon remaining in Yan Le's body.

There were desperate faces on the cocoon, which were deeply embedded in Yan Le's organs, almost becoming a part of her body.

After the butterfly was forced out by Xu Qin's curse, the black cocoon shattered, and the ugly cat guarding the door seemed to smell a fishy smell. Like before, it began to absorb some kind of black substance escaping from the black cocoon.

The more it absorbs, the brighter the nine weird black lines on its body will become, and the black lines will also start to exude a strong ominous and catastrophic aura.

There were curses all around, and the butterfly had nowhere to escape. It rushed directly into Han Fei's mind.

This incarnation of the dream is much larger than the previous one, and it should occupy a lot of the power of the dream.

After the huge butterfly entered Han Fei's mind, the jealousy and hatred in Yan Le's eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by pain and fear, and now she looked like a normal female student.

The weird atmosphere in room 444 disappeared, and the vicious words all over the room became dim, and it didn't feel as gloomy as before.

"Han Fei?" Li Guoer wanted to come over, but Han Fei waved his hand, signaling her to be optimistic about Fu Sheng and not to worry about other things.

"My head hurts a bit and I need to go get some rest."

"Your seven orifices are bleeding, and the skin on your face is cracking!" Li Guoer was really anxious.

"Small skin injuries, it's okay." Han Fei hugged the paper figurine, grabbed his backpack, and walked towards the innermost bedroom step by step: "Don't let others in, I want to sleep for a while."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" The previous brain came over. In order to save his daughter, Han Fei used his own brain as a container. This act of self-sacrifice is too rare now.

"Put this videotape into the projector." Han Fei couldn't stand still anymore. Maze lines appeared in his eyes, and his empty mind was almost torn apart by butterflies. If someone else came here, he would have been pained to death.

"Do you still want to continue watching the video?" The boss couldn't figure it out, but he did as Han Fei said.

He took the videotape that Han Fei brought out from the fourth floor of Building No. 1 of the Happy Apartment, and stuffed it into the projector. The rustling sound of electricity sounded, which might sound harsh to others, but it felt familiar to Han Fei.

The contents of the video tape began to play. In the dark and cold room, seven disabled ghosts looked at the unconscious man in the living room. The man was Han Fei.

"This video seems to be shot from the perspective of ghosts, intercepting their memories. Is it from the perspective of my family?" Putting the blood-colored paper figurine next to the pillow, Han Fei leaned on the legs of the paper figurine, letting the blood-colored paper figurine People drive curses into their minds.

On the screen, seven ghosts of different heights, shorts, fats and thins surrounded Han Fei who was unconscious. Among them, the youngest child curiously stretched out his fingers and poked Han Fei's face.

Feeling the temperature of his fingertips, the child froze. He turned his head 180 degrees and turned to ask the other six ghosts for their opinions.

In the haunted house where the victims of human body jigsaw patterns lived, a living person suddenly ran in one night, and the other person looked stupid and unintelligent.

Before the seven ghosts could reach a consensus, Han Fei on the ground came to his senses. He got up like an idiot, stretched out his hand and clicked randomly in the void, and said some strange words in his mouth.

"My head hurts, it feels like a hole has been cut in the back of my skull."

"Look at the game introduction. This is a healing Sims game. It has an open world and no fixed gameplay. I can work hard to upgrade characters and improve attributes, or I can talk to a virtual girlfriend and have virtual family and love."

After saying these words, Han Fei heard a knock on the door, and an old lady came to give her warmth, and he followed her downstairs stupidly.

The seven ghosts came out of their hiding places, looked at the door and looked at each other. No one alive had been in this room for a long time.

They seemed unable to stay awake all the time, and after a brief stay, they scattered to various parts of the room.

Not long after, Han Fei hurried back into the house, looking flustered, and locked the anti-theft door.

After talking to himself, he decided to go into the bedroom and sleep.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the male ghost who was lying on the bed rolled to the ground. He showed half of his face and looked at Han Fei suspiciously.

I saw Han Fei lying on the bed with a kitchen knife, and then hid his whole body in the quilt, only his eyes were exposed, staring at the living room.

The person in the quilt is looking at the scenery, and the ghost by the bed is looking at the person in the quilt.

Neither side dared to move until the night darkened.

The younger victim in the living room couldn't bear the loneliness and ran around the house. The ghost who hid in the bathroom before thought that Han Fei should have fallen asleep, so he opened the door of the bathroom lightly and prepared to come out.

For everyone, today is the first day of the new roommate's arrival. Some people are sleeping, and it is the most basic courtesy to move lightly.

But when the bathroom door opened, Han Fei, who was hiding under the quilt, seemed to be stimulated. He sat up under the red quilt, half-kneeled on the bed, and stared at the black shadow beside the sofa.

The victim squatting next to the sofa didn't know what he did wrong. He made eye contact with the victim standing beside Han Fei's bed, and warned each other not to scare the new roommate.

Han Fei, who was behaving strangely, was delaying time, and the two ghosts were also very cooperative, but after a while, they found that Han Fei was still the same, and felt somewhat boring.

When they were about to leave, Han Fei, who was hiding under the quilt, suddenly straightened up with a carp, and went straight to the security door with a kitchen knife in his hand.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and the new roommate was running towards the corridor with a kitchen knife in his hand. The ghost at the door reached out to stop him ~lightnovelpub.net~ told him that it was dangerous outside, but he had already rushed out.

The seven victims came out from all corners of the room. They were trying their best to maintain their remaining sense of reason. When they were discussing whether to chase their new roommate, Han Fei's roar came from downstairs.

"You call this a healing game?!"

A series of memories were played, and the seven victims of human body puzzles stood from their own perspectives, watching the autistic and not very smart social fear, step by step become the building manager of the No. 1 building of the Happy Apartment.

They watched Han Fei fight with outsiders, watched him try to overcome his fear and want to integrate into the family, watched him keep getting closer to everyone, watched him leave the community for the first time, and directly sent the store manager's The coffin was carried home...

There are too many pictures like this, and what is even more incredible is that all these warm and ordinary scenes come from the memory of ghosts.

The death video was still playing, the corners of Han Fei's mouth trembled, and he slowly closed his eyes.

More and more cracks appeared in the memory barrier in his mind, and Han Fei remembered something again.

"Looking at it this way, it is indeed a very healing game."

(end of this chapter)