File "Photos of us?"

Han Fei, who walked out of the nightmare, was covered in a curse, and he pushed the door open with all his strength.

There was a strong stench from the dark bedroom. The small room was filled with various colored pen drawings. In the middle of all the drawings, there was a little boy locked by chains.

He held a severed finger, dipped in various paints, and painted on the ground.

"Number four?"

Han Fei saw the boy's clothes. The uniform coat of the welfare home was badly damaged, and the numbers behind the child were a little blurry.

"Why do you have a picture of us?" The boy didn't look up and continued to draw on the ground. This time he drew a child. The child had been fantasizing about death in his mind, but he didn't hurt anyone, just Suppress that urge by constantly hurting yourself.

"Like you, I'm a child who came out of that orphanage." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, his backpack was torn, and the ugly cat took a picture from the page of the playbook.

The group photo of the children has always been hidden in the script in the basement. This gift from the painter to Han Fei seems to be used at this moment.

As if feeling some breath, the boy with his head lowered slowly looked at Han Fei, his blood-stained eyelids slowly blinked, and then he rushed towards Han Fei like an enraged leopard!

"Bang!"

The chains were tightened and squeezed into the flesh. The boy hovered his hands in front of Han Fei's eyes. He opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of missing teeth.

His mother and grandmother, who seemed concerned that he would continue to hurt others, pulled his teeth and cut his nails.

"Don't get excited, if you want to see it, I can give it to you." Han Fei handed the photo of the orphans to the boy. He grabbed the photo with both hands, and his hideous face slowly calmed down, as if a child was lying on his partner's bed. In his embrace, he gained a long-lost sense of security.

The blood scabs on his eyelids began to fall off, and a trace of sanity returned to his eyes.

"When you entered Building No. 11, you should have seen the incarnation of No. 11's childhood memory, right?" The boy's voice was gentle and calm, which was the opposite of what he had just done, and was more terrifying than schizophrenia.

"Yes." Han Fei did not deny it. He found that after the boy touched the photo, the face of a child in the photo gradually became clear. This photo seems to be the key to remind the orphans of the past.

"Number 11 and I died a long time ago. We were sent to the paradise of the deep world by Fu Tian. Later, we seemed to meet Fu Sheng. He made us part of the paradise." Number 4 was touching After the painter gave Han Fei a photo, he remembered a lot of things: "This memory shrine belongs to Fu Sheng, and everything works according to Fu Sheng's memory and consciousness. After many years of operation and management with No. 11, we can't Change anything until you are here. In death after death, you leveraged destiny and turned the happy community into a special place."

"A special place?"

"This community was remodeled based on your memory. As you die again and again, you are gradually being swallowed by Fu Sheng's shrine, and your memories are constantly merging. You slowly lost yourself and became the memory of this shrine world. Part of this slow integration is the happy community." Boy No. 4 lay on the ground: "The whole world belongs to Fu Sheng, only this happy community belongs to the orphans. What the price has won is the greatest help that I and No. 11 can give you."

Han Fei risked losing all his memories, dying again and again, and even actively begging for death. While he was swallowed by the memory world of the shrine, he was also trying to influence and change the world.

Fu Sheng wanted to be reborn on Han Fei's body, and Han Fei wanted to climb up Fu Sheng's shrine and look far away.

After breaking the boat, Han Fei did win the bet. This happy community is no longer the community in Fu Sheng's memory, but was changed by the three children of the welfare institution, which integrated the memories of Han Fei, No. 4 and No. 11.

"No wonder I feel very strange. I clearly entered the memory world of Fu Sheng. When Fu Sheng was the same age as me, I was not born yet, but there are traces of me everywhere in this community." Han Fei Gradually I came to understand: "With your cooperation, it seems that the paradise has been changed."

"The paradise is still the same paradise. It will not change for many years. Tragedy keeps repeating itself, but the children in the paradise have changed and changed. All of us have only become a symbol in the end, and our life is just what others say. A number." The man in size 4 was lying on the ground, his voice was immature, but his words were full of maturity that did not match his age.

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about." Han Fei was holding the knife of rebirth. He had no impression of No. 4, only that he had a good relationship with the painter of the plastic surgery hospital.

"The original happiness community was used to cultivate orphans. Eleven apartments lived in eleven different kinds of despair. After so many years, the happy community is still a place to cultivate despair, and the children there have also grown from eleven It has become thirty-one." Blood oozes out of No. 4's mouth, and the bloodshot under his eyes is like a slender worm, twisting frantically: "This body is the incarnation of my childhood memory, but I I didn't expect the dream to stare at me, you must be careful about it! The dream that used to be at the same time as Fu Sheng has become indescribable. It is the only ghost that has existed until now. It can even pass the impression of Fu Sheng in his memory, To affect Fu Sheng's shrine world. In the memory of Fu Sheng, the eight resurrection ceremonies prepared for him have changed. Many of the ceremonies are different from before. I suspect that his real target is you."

"In other words, in this memory world, I should not only be careful about Fu Sheng, but also pay special attention to the manager's dream?"

"That's right, Meng was sealed into the deep world by Fu Sheng. It vowed to let Fu Sheng's soul fly away and erase all traces of Fu Sheng's existence." Cracks began to appear on No. 4's young body, and his stomach was slightly Bulging: "My childhood memories are about to collapse. When you enter the paradise, you can find me and No. 11's body."

"Where is your body in Paradise?"

"I was buried in the ground with pictures of children painted on my skin. No. 11 dressed up as a tourist. He will take the initiative to contact you." The boy's stomach began to swell rapidly. He rushed towards it: "Ninety-nine deaths, you gave up everything to get this opportunity. I hope you can go on smoothly, don't repeat the same mistakes, and go back to Fu Sheng's old path."

The dazzling light of the knife penetrated the boy's abdomen, and under the belly, a black cocoon with the number four's cheek engraved fell out.

This cocoon contained more death and despair than all the previous cocoons combined, and the monster in the cocoon seemed to be about to emerge from the cocoon soon.

A cat's paw pressed against the cocoon, and the ugly cat lowered its head. The nine ghost lines on its body extended in the hair, burrowed into the cocoon, and devoured all the things contained in it.

After absorbing more and more worm cocoons, the ghost lines came to life, and there seemed to be something in the nine ghost lines calling out to Han Fei eagerly, wanting to stick with Han Fei intimately.

"I have already destroyed the three resurrection rituals of the dream, and I will speed up the next step. The more you drag it back, the more people in the city will die, the despair and negative emotions will continue to spread, and the power of the ghost will increase. Get stronger." Han Fei doesn't want to be the savior, but now it seems that he is the only one in the city who still cares about the lives of ordinary people and is willing to help those people.

Han Fei took out the death knife, the boy's childhood memories dissipated, and he was no longer in the house.

The bedroom returned to normal, and all the gloomy feelings disappeared. Han Fei walked out of the room and found the old man.

He did not tell the other party that the boy was dead, but said that the boy was not in the house, and he might have escaped when the old man was not paying attention.

It doesn't matter whether the old lady believes it or not. No. 4 chose to run into the death knife by himself. Maybe he also felt in his heart that only after he disappeared, the old man could truly be liberated.

The cat meowing came, and the ugly cat that absorbed the power of the cocoon became different from before, with shiny hair and sharp eyes. It was no longer a sick stray cat on the side of the road, it looked more like it was killed by the **** of death. The pet in captivity has a cold light in its eyes.

"Han Fei, did the old lady do anything to you?" Xiao Jia, who was guarding downstairs, saw Han Fei coming out, and hurried up to meet him.

"Building 4 has been cleaned up, let's hurry up and go to other apartment buildings." When walking towards Building 5, Han Fei called Yan Le and his daughter to his side and stared at them for a long time.

"What kind of look are you looking at?" The boss didn't understand: "Have we been ghosted?"

"I just think it's too coincidental that I met you, as if I was guided by some kind of force." Han Fei didn't delve into this issue, he looked at Yan Le: "Where is the nearest resurrection ceremony from here?"

"Going out of Xingfu Community to the west, there is a big lake on the outskirts of the city. The fourth ceremony is by the lake, which seems to be related to water monsters and water ghosts."

"Lake?" Han Fei was expressionless, but he was thinking about various things.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, all the buildings in Xingfu Community were cleaned up by Han Fei, and the citizens who followed him moved in one after another.

With Han Fei here, everyone's inner fears were dispelled a little, but Han Fei frowned, and the conjoined monsters that he had seen completely formed by despair had not yet appeared.

The sky darkened again, and after the sun went down this time, I don’t know when the next rise will be.

The Xingfu Community was shrouded in darkness, and the residents did not dare to turn on the lights, so they could only close the doors and windows tightly and crowded into one building.

"The manpower is still not enough." Han Fei taught the players how to deal with ghosts, and asked Xiao You and her mother to guard the entrance of the apartment.

From last night to now, all the ghosts Han Fei and the others killed finally entered Xiaoyou's mother's belly. Now Xiaoyou's mother has swelled several times, and it can be regarded as a very terrifying existence in the midst of resentment.

"I'll go to the western suburbs and try to come back before twelve o'clock in the evening. You protect everyone."

Taking the black taxi, Han Fei only took Li Guoer, Yan Le and a player with good water to set off this time. some busy.

The big lake that Yan Le's mother said was not far from the happy community, and Han Fei and the others drove to the place in just ten minutes.

What's weirder is that when the black hearse was approaching the lake, it turned into a small road far away from the big lake. The nine victims in the car seemed to be reluctant to approach the lake.

The sun went down early, and the darkness seemed like a big hand, covering everyone's eyes.

The headlights came on, and the hearse drove out a few hundred meters along the dirt road near the Great Lake, and finally stopped at the end of the road.

Neon signs emitting cold light stand by the roadside, and there is a resort town by the lake, but now there seems to be no one in the town.

"Was the fourth ceremony of the dream held in this town? Or in the lake?" Han Fei didn't get out of the car, he looked around vigilantly.

"I don't know the specific situation. I only know that it has something to do with this lake." Yan Le's mother controlled Yan Le's body, her lips wriggled, and after a long pause, she said, "By the way, dreams have caused this big lake. A very special name is called Mind."

"Mind?"

Han Fei nodded, put on his backpack and pushed open the car door.

"Li Guo'er, stay in the car and be ready to respond at any time. The others are with me." Han Fei grabbed Yan Le's shoulder and the two walked forward side by side.

This resort town is not big, there are only a few buildings in total, and it seems that halfway through construction, the developer ran away.

"Hot spring hotel, fishing gear rental center, boat rental center, tourist information center, fish restaurant..."

Looking at the buildings on both sides of the road, Han Fei's footsteps suddenly stopped, his nose twitched, and he turned and walked towards the boat rental center.

"There is a faint smell of blood in the room, and the shoe prints on the ground are also new. The weeds have not recovered from being stepped on. Someone just stayed here."

Han Fei quietly approached ~lightnovelpub.net~ and reached out to open the door of the boat rental center.

"Snapped!"

The plate full of food fell to the ground, and a figure in the darkness opened the window and jumped out.

"Did you see that thing?" Han Fei was a little puzzled, the shadow that left just now was not in the shape of a human.

He took out his flashlight and pointed at the shattered dinner plate. Inside was a piece of raw, **** meat, as if it had just been torn from an animal.

"Fish restaurant is written on the plate, but the meat is some kind of large mammal meat." Han Fei picked up the fragments of the plate on the ground and looked out the window. There were no shoes where the shadow left. There is only a trace of a heavy object dragged out.

"Is there no one alive in this resort town?" Han Fei jumped out of the window with a fragment of a dinner plate. He followed the traces on the ground and came to the back door of the fish restaurant.

"You two pay attention to what's behind you." Han Fei held Shengsheng, slowly opened the door, and a pungent stench came out.

Holding the knife forward, Han Fei looked inside.

An old lady wearing rubber shoes and a headscarf was sitting in front of the huge freezer, with her back to Han Fei, holding a special knife to scrape fish scales in the dark.

The freezer in the back kitchen had already stopped working, and a large amount of fish stored in it had rotted, but the old man seemed to be unable to smell the odor and continued his work.

The sound of rustling sounded, and fish scales splashed everywhere.

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