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Severe pain came from all over his body, especially his face. Han Fei's facial features seemed to be being burned by the fire. He lay in the dark and clenched his teeth. Laughing wildly took away part of the memory. Han Fei didn't know what the real deal was. He struggled to stand up, but his body didn't seem to be his own. After crawling a few meters in a certain direction, he passed out. The hysterical laughter slowly faded away, and Han Fei seemed to be abandoned by the world, leaving only endless darkness around him.

Laughter took away Han Fei's face, and he wanted to replace Han Fei in this world. People will: Seeing a new Han Fei appear, they will never imagine that the real Han Fei will be abandoned in this black room

I don't know how long it has passed, but the pain on Han Fei's face has subsided a little. He vaguely heard the phone ringing continuously, and there seemed to be a very faint light in front of his eyes.

Reluctantly looking up, a kind-hearted Cannian was squatting in front of Han Fei with a mobile phone.

"Fu Sheng?"

The Cannian in front of him is Fu Sheng who was imprisoned in the mirror by the "dream". In order to help him leave the mirror in the plastic surgery hospital, Han Fei let him enter the butcher's knife.

In the memory shrine of the plastic surgery hospital, Han Fei changed Fu Sheng's fate, but later Fu Sheng still chose to go back to the old road. He left his kind thoughts and memories in the plastic surgery hospital and went to the paradise alone.

Seeing Han Fei wake up, a smile appeared on Cannian's face. He handed the mask and butcher knife on the ground to Han Fei, and then walked away. In the black room in the center of the maze, in the midst of boundless despair, Fu Sheng's kindness seemed to be the only candle. With a faint light on his body, he walked ahead to guide Han Fei.

The last black room was very large, as if it had no boundaries, and Han Fei even felt like he was walking in a black box.

Time lost its meaning, there was no reference, and no direction. Han Fei just silently followed Fu Sheng's kind thoughts, and they walked for a long, long time. It wasn't until the wound on Han Fei's cheek stopped bleeding and the pain gradually weakened that Fu Sheng, who was walking in front, stopped.

He turned his head and smiled at Han Fei, his body dissipated into the darkness and merged into the wind of despair.

"Fu Sheng!

Han Fei stretched out his hand to grab the opponent, but he didn't catch anything. Looking in the direction where Fu Shengshan's thoughts disappeared, there was a faint light not far away.

"That's the exit?

As he moved his legs forward, the light in Han Fei's vision gradually became clear. After a few minutes, he finally saw everything clearly.

In the center of the endless darkness, a dilapidated and cracked hotel was built, and the light came from the hotel window. "Why is there such a building in the center of the maze? Why did Fu Sheng's kind thoughts bring me here?

Slowly moving forward, Han Fei saw the signboard of the hotel. Except for the word "heart", he could barely recognize it, and the other words had been erased by time.

"Here is the deepest secret of the maze? An inn called Heart?"

Walking to the door of the hotel, Han Fei hesitated before opening the door. Enduring the pain, he put on the smiling face mask again.

"I look scary now, I'd better put on a mask."

Slowly pushing the door of the hotel open, with a soft creak, Han Fei felt that everything related to the black box on his body was disappearing rapidly, and the simple process of entering the door deprived him of All the ghost marks on his body.

That feeling is very strange, as if alone

Jumped into the water, but at the moment of entering the water, the body and the soul were separated. The body floated on the water, but the soul plunged into the deep water.

'I'm in the black box now, right? The black box has many layers, and one layer at a time can only be opened to see the secrets inside. Han Fei feels that he is in a certain layer of the black box.

He looked into the hotel very cautiously, and there was nothing special about this dilapidated building.

Next to the main entrance is a hall for passengers to rest. At the corner of the hall, there is a passage leading to the backyard and a wooden staircase leading to the second floor. Everything is very ordinary, what is extraordinary is the travelers gathered in the hotel at this time. Hearing the sound from the door, several people in the room looked at Han Fei. Apart from Han Fei, many people in the hotel had already arrived early.

Scanning the figures, Han Fei's eyes finally stopped on the sofa in the lobby. A handsome young man who looked exactly like him was squatting beside the sofa, taking good care of the unconscious woman on the sofa.

The quiet young man who looked exactly like him was laughing maniacally, and the unconscious woman on the sofa wearing glasses was Li Guoer.

The maniacal laugh that took away Han Fei's face brought Li Guoer to the hotel. He wanted to completely replace Han Fei and get everything Han Fei had.

Sensing Han Fei's gaze, Kuang Xiao smiled politely at him, as if meeting him for the first time.

Except for the wild laughter, everyone else in the hall had serious expressions, and the air in the room was dull, as if something terrible had happened not long ago.

"Find a seat and sit down first." The man standing in the middle of the hall motioned for Han Fei to come over. He was wearing policeman's clothes, tall and burly, with well-rounded features, and looked upright. On the wooden chair next to the police officer, was tied a middle-aged man who was seriously injured. The man was wearing a blood-stained shirt. He had only one arm, and there were large bruises on his face and neck.

"One-armed, heavy"

Han Fei thought of someone, but he didn't speak. Instead, he walked to the corner of the hall and sat on a wooden chair.

"There should be no other tourists, right?" The police officer glanced at the crowd. After a pause, he lifted the black cloth from the dining table in the hall: "That means, the murderer is among us."

The smell of blood poured into the nostrils. There was a male corpse hidden under the black tablecloth. The back of the dead man's head was pried open and his brain was dug out. Next to the skull of the deceased, there was a black box.

"How long have you been stuck here? Don't you know that the outside world is in complete chaos? Our top priority is to find a way out, not to continue internal friction." The man who spoke seemed to be a tourist entering the park, he I ran here by accident and couldn't find my way out.

"You're defending a murderer by saying that.

Is it?" The police officer stared at the man: "Or do you want to live with the murderer? You are not afraid that he will continue to

Commit crimes, and regard you as his next target?"

No one in the hall refuted any more, and the police officers were very satisfied with everyone's cooperation: everyone told you your name, occupation, and where you have been and what you did last night.

There was a dead silence in the hotel. After a long time, the oldest old man coughed twice. He was in poor health and couldn't keep a sitting position for a long time: "Let me tell you first, I am the owner of this hotel and have been running it all the time. This shop. But I have very serious amnesia, and I also forget when I opened the shop here. It seems that I was here before the paradise was built." He moved his body with some effort: " Last night I boiled hot water and put it in the hall, but I didn't see anyone suspicious, and I couldn't possibly be the murderer myself. Even if I wanted to kill someone, I didn't have the ability.

When the innkeeper was coughing, a young man wearing a grimace mask next to him quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

"Xiao Fu is the only waiter in the store, and he is also my grandson. I will hand over the store to him in the future, and he has no reason to commit murder." The boss defended the young waiter next to him very much.

When the few people were talking, Han Fei's eyes lingered on the waiter for a while, and the feeling that the other party gave him was very similar to that of F.

The police officer nodded and looked at the only sober woman in the hall: "You are also a tourist

?"

The woman looked very tired, but her eyes were extremely determined: "I am not a tourist, I entered the maze to find my child, his name is Fu Sheng, and I want to take him home.

Hearing the woman's voice, Han Fei looked away. Even with master-level acting skills, he was worried that he would lose control of his emotions and show his flaws.

The only sober woman in the hotel was his wife, who walked here step by step without a map or guide.

"Don't make me rush, you guys go on in order, and don't try to get away with it." The policeman didn't make things difficult for the woman, and looked at the next person.

"I'm a magician in Paradise. I escaped and came in. It's a mess outside." Sitting next to the woman was a very good-looking man with a neutral voice and a ring on each finger. There are also many dolls hanging.

"I also escaped to avoid those lunatics." The middle-aged man who had refuted the police before said: "You can call me a screenwriter, I came to the park to find inspiration, but I didn't expect so many inspirations to burst out of my brain the point."

"Screenwriter?" Han Fei's eyes lingered on the middle-aged man for a long time. His backpack was once full of scripts, but it was a pity that the backpack had long been lost.

After the middle-aged screenwriter finished speaking, the room fell into silence again, and everyone looked behind the middle-aged screenwriter.

Sitting in the corner of the hall was a dirty little girl with a frightened face and curled up body, she seemed to be a mute with some mental problems.

"This little girl can never be the murderer

Right?" The middle-aged screenwriter picked up the water glass on the coffee table: "But she might be a witness, just because she saw the murderer

That's why she was too scared to speak. "'Next."

"It's my turn?" The young man with the same face as Han Fei stood up. He was gentle, quiet and restrained: "My name is Han Fei, and I'm an actor."

After he said the name, everyone in the hotel stared at him, but everyone looked at him differently. "What is your relationship with this woman? Why have you been taking care of her?"

"She is my subordinate and friend~lightnovelpub.net~ Without her help, I would not be able to come here alive, so no matter what, I will not leave her behind." Han Feihui said with a wild laugh If so, his voice was the same as Han Fei's. 'You are quite affectionate. The policeman grabbed the hemp rope and pushed the man with only one arm to the table: "I am a criminal policeman. I followed the fugitive into the paradise and finally captured him. This guy is the fugitive."

The middle-aged man who fell on the table was very weak. He looked at the policeman with regret and pain in his eyes. When the policeman finished speaking, he shouted with all his strength: "Don't believe him! I'm chasing criminals Police, this 'person' is the fugitive! No matter how the middle-aged man yells, no one around is willing to speak out, and the police officer looks at him silently, with a sneer on his lips.' There is only one last person left." The police officer did not Ignoring the one-armed fugitive, he and everyone looked at Han Fei who was wearing a mask: "What's your name?

"I..." The blood scab under Han Fei's mask hadn't solidified yet, and he knew that the maniacal laughter was staring at him. After a while, he said slowly in a hoarse voice, "My name is Fu Yi." It was almost the moment he heard the name , the eyes of the only sober woman changed. Her eyes wandered between Mangxiao and Han Fei, and finally fell on Han Fei.