My Healing Game Chapter 663

"Going home?" Xiao Jia looked at the increasingly eerie corridor, he couldn't believe that Han Fei could say such a thing.

"Didn't I tell you and Li Guoer before? I have a special sense of familiarity with Building No. 1, as if I had lived here for a long time before. When we came during the day, although that feeling was there, But it's not strong, this building is still very unfamiliar to me as a whole, but it's different now." Han Fei spoke very fast, and when he finished speaking, people had already reached the second floor.

"After being pulled into the world seen by ghosts by Xiaoyou's mother, I realized that what I am really familiar with is not the first building of Happy Apartment during the day, but the first apartment at night. I used to live with ghosts. "

Holding the knife up, Han Fei's heart was extremely contradictory. He was also afraid of death like ordinary people. He could feel fear, but in addition to being afraid, he would also feel a touch of warmth and beauty.

His best memories seem to happen here, and his worst memories seem to happen here too.

When Han Fei and Xiao Jia communicated, the blood-stained mobile phone lit up with a cold light, and Xiao You used his mother's mobile phone to call his landlord.

"Why are you hurting me! Why!"

As soon as the call was connected, Xiaoyou began to lose control, and all her grievances and fears turned into questions.

After experiencing such a terrifying thing, it is inevitable to have a nervous breakdown, but now the time is pressing and precious opportunities cannot be wasted, so Han Fei directly took the mobile phone from Xiaoyou's hand and asked inside: "The room you rented to Xiaoyou. What happened in here? How did the hanged ghost appear?"

"This has nothing to do with me!" The landlord was definitely an insider. Before Han Fei asked, he started to dump the blame in advance.

"When did it appear?"

"I am also a victim! I bought this house from a friend at a low price, but who knew that my friend cheated on me. A tenant in his house committed suicide before, and the body was found after it stinks. I heard from the neighbors. Said that when the police broke into the door, the tenant's body was hanged and deformed, the head and torso were in a semi-detached state, and the neck was dragged by the old man." The landlord's voice was full of panic.

"Why do you want to rent out the haunted house!" Xiaoyou was shaking, not knowing whether it was because of anger or fear.

"I can't help it. I didn't want to rent the house at first, I just wanted to sell it at a low price. But who knows when the house was empty, I would have nightmares every night, dreaming of a man hanging on At the head of the bed, his neck was elongated, and his spine was exposed!" The landlord himself was also very scared: "I found a lot of people to exorcise ghosts, but it didn't work. Later, a stranger with a pure black head took the initiative to add He said he had a way to help me."

"A stranger with a black avatar?" Han Fei instantly thought of the taxi driver. Back then, the driver would kill nine passengers and hold a resurrection ceremony for his child because he was bewitched by a stranger with a black avatar, and that person taught him The driver's ceremony is held.

"Yes, that person asked me to rent out the room. As long as there are nine different living people living in the haunted house, the evil spirit of the haunted house will be washed away by the yang qi, and the ghost will follow the last tenant and leave no more entanglement. Me." The landlord was also suffering during these times and was always afraid.

"You do it when he asks you to do it? Do you know that this will kill other people?" Xiao Jia also shouted loudly. He didn't know if others were killed, but he himself was implicated. Now Life and death are unpredictable.

"I can't do anything either! I don't want to die either!" The landlord didn't know that Han Fei and the others were trapped in the ghost's apartment building. He thought that he had been exposed and would be punished, so he actively cooperated.

"Do you know why the hanged ghost committed suicide? What was his obsession before he died?" Han Fei remembered what the clown said to him. It was because he helped the clown open his heart that the clown agreed to deal with him. .

Now Han Fei's idea is very simple. He needs to figure out the obsession of the hanged ghost and see if he can use "accompanying" to destroy the core of his resentment.

"That person seems to have been bullied since he was a child, and later took the blame at work. He chose the most extreme way without thinking about it for a while. My friend checked it when he closed the room, and the person left many hatred and hostility in the room. The words of the world, his eyes are full of hatred, and in the end, everything he sees is against himself." The landlord felt that Han Fei seemed to be very professional, and he quickly told what he knew, after all, he didn't want to be hanged again. entangled.

"Then what he hates most is the person who makes him take the blame. Why don't you want to trick his boss into the apartment building? Or you let him **** your body, and you go to his boss at night?" Han Fei asked The solution is still too advanced for ordinary people, and the landlord has not turned his head and does not know how to answer.

The sound of cluttered footsteps came from upstairs, as if several people who had lost their minds were running wildly in the building, with a sense of oppression.

The information from the landlord alone could not deal with the hanged ghost. Han Fei took the time to ask again: "Think about it! When the tenant died, was there anything special left in the room, or anything special happened? matter?"

The boy's body turned into resentment because of the resurrection ceremony. Now that the black avatar is actively contacting the landlord, Han Fei has reason to suspect that the hanged ghost may also be related to the black avatar.

"Well..." When Han Fei was about to lose his patience, the landlord finally remembered something: "Usually people hang themselves on a chair or something, but that person was stepping on a black jar, and I heard from a friend that the jar contained him. The old school uniform, and things like pencil erasers, briefcases, staplers and empty coffee cups."

"The jar? You said just now that he was bullied when he was a child. Is the contents in the jar related to his being bullied? It was the owners of those items that caused him to die step by step and became a step for him to hang himself?" Han Fei The response was quick: "Did you throw away that jar?"

"My friend said he lost the jar, but every time I have nightmares, I dream of the jar. It seems to be still in the room." The landlord himself was also distressed: "But I searched the room for a long time and couldn't find it."

"How is your relationship with your friends?" Han Fei asked suddenly.

"He owed me a lot of money, and then he paid me the house. Frankly speaking, before lending him the money, we had a good relationship. Later, it may be because of the tight pressing, and the relationship gradually faded. Now." The landlord's tone was a little surprised: "Don't you suspect that my friend is deliberately trying to hurt me?"

"Do you always dream of hanging a ghost at the bedside?"

"I always heard the sound first and it was slowly coming into the bedroom from outside."

"The hanged ghost always appears outside the bedroom." Han Fei looked at Xiao You again: "Don't you often hear footsteps? Which room did the sound first sound in the rental house?"

"It seems to be a bathroom." Xiao You thought for a moment and said with certainty.

"The hanged ghost is still alive. The landlord's friend is probably lying. He should have hidden the jar in the bathroom instead of throwing it away." Han Fei made his own decision: "I'll find a way to hold him later. You guys find a chance to go back to the bathroom on the seventh floor and have a look."

The three of them had already met the sound of footsteps in the conversation, and the hanged ghost whose body had undergone great changes appeared on the fourth floor.

The thin black mist lingered like invisible tentacles on the surface of the body. The hanged ghost's head was roughly inserted into the spine, its body doubled in size, and all the wounds cut by Han Fei before were healed.

"Recovered so soon?"

Standing in front with a knife in hand, Han Fei stared at the hanged ghost moving in the corridor.

It was lying on the center of the corridor like a huge bug, its slender legs were like jerky, and its toes stood on tiptoe, supporting most of its body.

On either side of its ribs, two more skinny hands, with school uniform fragments hanging from their fingernails, held onto the handrail of the stairs and sealed the aisle.

"It looks scary. It turns out that there is something that will make people feel fear from the heart just by seeing it." Xiao Jia's legs were weak, and he instinctively wanted to run away, but he also knew that the corridor door was locked and he went down. It's a dead end.

"The jar on which the hanged ghost steps on is very important. I will fight for a chance for you in a while." Han Fei doesn't like to gamble with his life, but fate is often out of his control. In order to seize that chance, he must Going to try hard.

"Just the two of us?"

"And Xiaoyou's mother!" Before Han Fei could say more, the resentful monster had already charged, it was crawling on the handrail of the stairs, and its body almost hit Han Fei directly.

In order to prevent Xiao Jia and Xiao You from being hurt, Han Fei didn't dodge backwards, but rushed towards them.

A living person dares to draw a knife to the Specter, and the courage of this knife alone surpasses that of too many game participants.

"After the hanged ghost turned into a monster, he blocked the corridor and everyone couldn't leave. I had to introduce him into the next room so that Xiao Jia and the others could pass smoothly."

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Han Fei once again cut off the head of the hanged ghost with his knife. A normal person would surely die if he was attacked like this. .

Dodging and dodging, Han Fei found that he was very good at close-fitting hand-to-hand combat, and his reaction speed was astonishing.

"The corridor space is too narrow, it's definitely not enough to avoid it all the time, I want to attack!"

Holding his company tightly, Han Fei didn't have time to slash the second knife. He suddenly felt a tightness in his neck, and then a strong sense of suffocation came. His neck seemed to be tied by something, and a force directly lifted him up.

Han Fei looked down, the head of the hanged ghost landed on the steps, the strange man opened his mouth, and a thin black mist spewed out of his mouth and connected with the broken neck of his neck, condensing into a black hemp rope, dead Death strangled Han Fei's neck.

Without further manipulation, Han Fei was already suspended by the black mist rope, and his feet left the ground.

From the hanged ghost's point of view, Han Fei's desperate struggle was like a fish biting a hook, and all resistance was futile.

His face turned purple, and Han Fei's neck was deformed by strangulation. He wanted to chop off the black mist on his neck, but his hands were caught by the hanged ghost, and the other party wanted to watch Han Fei hang alive.

At the critical moment, a sick cat jumped out of the backpack behind Xiao Jia and threw himself on the head of the hanged ghost. The nine black lines on its body temporarily blocked the black mist, but it also paid a great price.

The wound on the cat's body burst in an instant, and a large amount of black blood splattered from its small body.

"Han Fei!" It was only at this moment that Xiao Jia reacted. In a panic, he took out the mirror from his backpack, shouted Han Fei's name to strengthen himself, and held the mirror up to the hanged ghost.

The mirror with the birth date of the boy's corpse written on it is really useful to ordinary ghosts, but the effect of using it on resentment is not so obvious, it just contains part of the black fog.

Ugly Cat and Xiao Jia created opportunities for Han Fei. He seized the hanged ghost's distraction and rammed the hanged ghost's body with a knife.

A living person can't touch ghosts, but Han Fei seems to be an exception. When he wanted to push the hanged ghost into the room on the fourth floor, his hands seemed to be connected to the soul. At that moment, he felt that his hands not only touched When he arrived at the hanged ghost, he also felt the memory of the other party and his heart full of resentment.

The Hanged Ghost never thought that a living person could touch him. His sealed memory was pushed, and his soul body fell backwards with Han Fei at the door of a room on the fourth floor.

"Go to the seventh floor! You have to dig three feet to find that jar!"

"Okay!" Xiao Jia also knew that they couldn't completely kill the hanged ghost now, so he dragged Xiao You and ran upstairs at the fastest speed.

Han Fei also wanted to leave, but his arms were still held by the hanged ghost.

"The injustice has the debt and the owner! I can help you bring the enemy here!" Han Fei persuaded very seriously. His voice seemed to have some kind of special power, but that kind of power was of no use to the hanged ghost. After all, others The head is still outside the door.

With the sound of a cat meowing, Han Fei saw a very terrifying scene. The head of the hanged ghost shook off the blood-covered black cat. It seemed to be carried by a black thread, hanging in the air, wide open. Eyeballs full of whites!

"No! It doesn't seem to dare to come in!"

Han Fei didn't have any protection on his back, and the head could rush in and bite Han Fei's defenseless body, but the other party didn't do that.

"I bet it right, there are other ghosts in this room!"

Han Fei doesn't want to think about what will happen in the future, and he doesn't have the ability to think about it. He first needs to get rid of the current predicament.

The hanged ghost grabbed Han Fei, and Han Fei also dragged the other party with his own hands, as if he was about to die together.

When one person and one ghost tortured each other, strange changes appeared on the TV screen in the living room.

Black and white snowflakes flickered, and a wooden house appeared in the blurred TV screen. In the house, there was a lonely little girl in red, who was playing jigsaw puzzles with the body of a living person. She tried again and again to put people together. No matter what she did, she couldn't put the corpses together into a whole.

The **** and terrifying picture was extremely shocking, and Han Fei's mind seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and a small loophole appeared in the shady secret of blocking memory.

"Human body puzzle?"

At the same time that Han Fei had this thought, the girl in red who was sitting in the pile of corpses seemed to sense something. She slowly turned her head and looked at the place where Han Fei was in the wooden house of the TV. place.

The fuzzy little girl got up from the pile of corpses. She was wearing clothes that were dripping blood and walked towards the TV screen step by step, as if she was about to walk directly out of the screen!

"That kid looks familiar!"

The noise on the TV became more and more harsh, and the little girl in red was walking faster and faster. The last time she was still in the wooden house, the next moment she was very close to the screen, and after another second, a picture of the girl was ferocious and crazy. His face was directly attached to the TV screen!

She stared at Han Fei with bloodshot and desperate eyes, as if she was about to eat Han Fei.

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