Chapter 690 Stage Nine

The death video shot from the perspective of ghosts touched Han Fei's heart.

He saw himself in the eyes of his family members, the self that had been forgotten long ago.

Some were moved, some were embarrassed, some were happy, and some felt a little bit of happiness, all of which he had never had before.

Lying on the paper figurine's legs, Han Fei's consciousness entered his mind wrapped in a curse, and the huge colorful butterfly set off a storm in his mind. In order to get the maze map out, it wished to tear Han Fei's brain apart and destroy his mind in everything.

Nightmare needs to be woven with one's past memories and despair. After being cornered by the curse, the incarnation of "dream" crashed into the biggest crack in the memory barrier with all the anger.

The pain at that moment made Han Fei feel as if his head was being torn apart. In his impression, he had experienced such pain before. A long time ago, someone opened his head and put something in it.

The butterfly with the labyrinth tattoo is one of the most valued incarnations of Meng. Its huge size is soaked in the colors of the entire city. Every time it flaps, it will drop countless dream dust, setting off a storm in the mind.

As the owner of this body, Han Fei did not have any resistance to the butterfly's invasion. He wanted to use the most evil and dangerous villain as a scalpel in his hand to cut open the shackles of fate.

"Should I remember them this time?"

The huge butterfly with nowhere to escape, with the labyrinth tattoo on its body, got into the memory barrier.

Not only did Han Fei not stop him, he also let the **** paper man drive all kinds of curses about memory into his mind. He let the most vicious and terrifying curses follow the butterfly into the depths of a person's most precious consciousness.

The place that touches the root of the soul, where all the past and feelings are hidden, is the basis for a person to become a unique self. But Han Fei dared to curse without hesitation, decisively, and ruthlessly, which was also his unconditional trust in the **** paper man.

Consciousness couldn't see the scene behind the memory barrier. Han Fei only knew that the cracks on the barrier were getting bigger and bigger, and the **** despair kept oozing out, dyeing his mind red.

More and more memory fragments flowed out along with the desperate blood, and Han Fei saw many fragments of his previous life.

"What the **** have I been through?"

The frequency of encountering ghosts and monsters is more than the number of meals every day. After midnight, I am either running for my life or on the way to running for my life. I dare not even shoot ghost movies like this for fear of exhausting the ghosts.

The intermittent clips reminded Han Fei of many things. There seemed to be four different types of memories deep in his mind.

One type of memory comes from the numb and introverted day, one type comes from the thrilling night, one type comes from the past that has been replaced by others, and the last type is completely blood-red.

"I am introverted and inferior during the day, and I am so crazy that I am afraid at night. Which one is the real me?"

Butterfly is good at playing with people's hearts, and its talent is to weave a person's despair and memories. In order to escape from Han Fei's mind, it risked losing its own soul and gathered Han Fei's most desperate and painful memories behind the memory barrier.

Its original intention was to make all the despair and pain erupt, completely destroy Han Fei as a person, and make him a puppet sunk in despair forever, but it didn't know that Han Fei was waiting for this moment.

Those memories that he least wanted to be mentioned burned in his mind like a fire, and all the painful past turned into flames, burning Han Fei's soul and throwing his will into the flames.

Every nerve was pulled by the pain, and Han Fei's consciousness was like a lonely boat in a storm, with despair and pain constantly pounding him.

When he was almost unable to hold on, the video left by the seven ghosts gave him a kind of strength.

Family affection, care, friendship, companionship, these emotions that he didn't have in his mind at all, as the video images emerged in his mind, it turned out that he was not alone. In the deepest despair, there were people who were willing to accompany him and never left him.

His closed eyes began to tremble. Han Fei felt the blood-colored paper figurine gently stroking his head. The seven ghosts in the video looked at him worriedly.

The soul that was about to be torn apart gained the strength to persevere, that kind of warm emotion, some people call it anticipation, and some people call it hope.

"I won't just disappear! My existence has its own meaning! No matter what this city will become in the future, at least at this moment, there are people in this city who care about me, even for those who miss me, I will not choose to give up!"

Han Fei's head was about to be torn apart, but his soul was roaring. He had never been so sure of his mind like now.

"I have my own family, my own friends, and the people I love. They make me a unique existence in this world. No one can replace me!"

Countless memories were crushed by despair, and under the sea of ​​blood-red memories, there was a blood-red orphanage that was completely sealed off!

Butterfly gathered all the negative things in Han Fei's mind, but it still couldn't shake the orphanage behind the memory barrier. It was desperate, and finally chose to stimulate Han Fei to the maximum. After amplifying all the negative emotions, it went to hit the orphanage. Orphanage deep in the sea of ​​blood.

Butterfly had already seen through it. The foundation of Han Fei's memory was the orphanage. Only by destroying it could Han Fei be truly destroyed.

The rust on the gate began to fall off, and the butterfly flapped its wings desperately to set off a storm of negative memories, which smashed all Han Fei's experiences in the dark night to the orphanage.

The orphanage door, which had been closed all along, was opened at this moment!

The death knell sounded, a torrent of blood poured out of the orphanage, and the laughter of thirty-one children appeared at the same time.

The butterfly flapped its wings and wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Deep in Han Fei's memory was a sea of ​​blood. Butterfly always thought that the orphanage was hidden in the sea of ​​blood, but the truth was that there was a sea of ​​blood and endless blood debts hidden in the orphanage, and it was it that stained Han Fei's body red. mind!

The person who was originally locked in the Scarlet Orphanage had disappeared, and where he once stood, there was a fragment of a butterfly wing.

Feeling the breath of the same kind, the huge butterfly was really scared. It can read other people's memories, and saw the whole process of the butterfly not being crushed to death.

And the lunatic who was supposed to be locked up in the Scarlet Orphanage found a way out amidst Han Fei's constant death and coma because he crushed the butterfly.

Most of his personality is still hidden somewhere in the Scarlet Orphanage, but a small part of his consciousness has escaped from the orphanage.

Memories full of blood and slaughter flooded the butterfly, and a huge wave of blood hit the barrier of memory.

The sea of ​​blood in the orphanage was released, and the barrier that blocked Han Fei's memory was crumbling, and a large number of memory fragments flowed out along the gap.

The children's laughter rang in his mind. Han Fei saw the faces of thirty-one children and saw the inhuman treatment they had suffered. And those thirty-one children were just the tip of the iceberg. Each of them grew up from Chosen from among more innocent children.

There were too many of them, and most of them fell into endless pain. Only one child made it to the end with a special personality capable of self-healing.

The personality who was once judged not to have any aggressive tendencies took up a knife in desperation on the last night of the experiment. Before he went completely mad, he personally helped all the children end their pain and despair.

The **** night covered everything, and Han Fei, who was cursed and protected in the center, looked at the memory fragments deep in his mind. He was accepting his past in this form.

The two separated personalities, on the day after the memory was completely erased, began to devour each other again, and both wanted to become their true selves.

"Which one is me? Which one is the real me!"

Bloody memories flooded everything in the orphanage, covered Han Fei's original experience, and crushed the colorful butterfly.

The dreamlike wings turned into nothing, and the huge paradise maze tattoo was scattered in Han Fei's mind, and the core of the maze map tattoo happened to be in the deepest part of Han Fei's mind.

There seems to be a black box hidden in that place that even the consciousness cannot touch. No one knows why it is there, and no one knows what is in the box, but it seems to be the answer to the maze.

"Han Fei! Han Fei!"

Calls rang in his ears, but were quickly covered by the children's laughter. Han Fei tried his best to support his consciousness and prevent himself from melting into the sea of ​​blood. He tried very hard to distinguish the voices that kept him, as if An extremely stubborn child wants to get back one bright pearl after another in the storm.

His life was once full of blood, but now someone has become his concern and reluctance.

"Han Fei! I remember you! You are a player just like us!" A strange man's voice rang in my ears uninterruptedly: "Wake up! F is temporarily delayed, Qiangwei asked me to tell you secretly, this It's just a game! We are in "Perfect Life"! You are the best actor, and your name is Han Fei!"

The other party connected Han Fei's memory in reality, and all the cracks in the barrier that blocked the memory were connected together. With the sound of cracking, Han Fei felt that the big lock in his mind was opened, and the turbulent wave of students engulfed Han Fei's heart. Most of the memories rushed through the memory barrier and flooded Han Fei's mind!

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully reached stage nine! Only the last stage is left!"

In the deepest part of the maze, a cold voice came from near the black box, but at this time Han Fei had no energy to pay attention to those.

His consciousness was floating in the sea of ​​blood, and countless memory fragments poured into his mind, some of which belonged to him, and some of which he had no memory of at all. What made him even more disturbed was that the person who escaped from the orphanage~www .lightnovelpub.net~ also took part of his memory out!

"I saw it, he is me, the me with a healing personality."

The healing personality can heal all other personalities, except that it cannot completely heal itself.

The flashes of memory protected Han Fei's consciousness. In addition to despair and pain, there were too many touches and joys in his mind. It was those things that supported him, kept him hopeful, and moved forward forever.

"It turns out that he has been staying alone in the sea of ​​blood..."

Han Fei was different from the man who escaped from the orphanage. No matter how turbulent the sea of ​​blood was, the beauty in his memory would always protect him until he got used to everything.

"It turns out that I am no longer alone..."

The curse dragged Han Fei's will outward, and when his consciousness left his mind, Han Fei opened his eyes.

His blood-colored eyes were filled with madness, but this kind of madness was different from the hysteria of laughter. It was quiet, fiery, and full of unyielding, like a melting furnace in the cold winter, splashing hot water in a frozen ice cave. of molten iron.

"I remembered!"

(end of this chapter)