My Healing Game Chapter 761

Back home, Han Fei logged into the game for the first time during the day.

In the past, he was very resistant to entering the game, but since he left Fu Sheng's memory shrine, he has changed a lot.

He didn't say it, but he actually regarded the deepest piece of despair as his home.

After a full meal, Han Fei put on a gaming helmet.

The blood filled the air. When Han Fei logged into the game, he felt his back tighten. The blood-colored monster who was leaning against him seemed to climb onto his shoulders, and his body was slowly bending down.

"One day I will see you."

Opening his eyes, Han Fei found that Kui and Ying Yue were staring at him curiously, as if wondering why he appeared so early today.

"Have you two become good friends now?" Han Fei touched the heads of the two children, crying as his strength improved, he has grown very fast recently, a bit like Ying Yue's brother.

"Yeah." Crying softly hummed: "We have two grades of similar grades in the building, and we can talk more. I want to wait until we leave the deep world and build our graves closer, so that we can be together at night. Come out and play."

Tong Yan has no scruples, but it is also very sincere.

With his "left and right guardians", Han Fei ran to the edge of the black rain area and entered the Yimin convenience store branch opened by Yinglong.

Lifting the lid on the sauce jar, Han Fei reached into the shattered skull and grabbed the neck of Bu Kaixin's soul.

"I worked so hard to help you find my mother, and I gave her treatment at my own expense, but you repaid me like this?" Han Fei used the language of flowers and the secret of touching the depths of the soul, but the strange thing is that these two abilities are untestable When it comes to the question of happiness, there is no malice in his soul, only deep remorse.

"You said you were going to find your brother, but your mother said she had only one child, and his name was Bu Ming."

Hearing the words Bu Ming, Bu Xin, who was curled up at the bottom of the sauce jar, began to tremble.

"I thought your brother was called unhappy?" Han Fei grabbed Bu Xing's neck and pulled him out of the broken skull: "Who is Bu Ming? How many things are you hiding?"

The soul trembled, and Bu Kaixin's body buried in the sauce jar spread out a large number of black blood vessels, like the roots of a plant, spreading along the gap of the sauce jar, as if trying to escape from here.

"You ran away, what about your mother? Now the beasts of the killing club are trying their best to kill him. If it wasn't for me, your mother would have been turned into a corpse an hour ago. You can only help me if you tell me the truth. You guys!"

Han Fei let go of his hand, and Bu Xing's soul in the sauce jar was like a small octopus, retracting into the skull with the fastest speed.

He only exposed his eyes to the outside, and looked at Han Fei blankly.

"Booming will respond with different emotions according to different situations. Do you think I'm too kind and think I'm a good person, so you want to use this emotion to deal with me?"

The corners of his mouth rose. Han Fei usually only showed such a smile when killing people.

Bu Kaixin also felt that Han Fei had murderous intentions. He was very helpless. He thought he had escaped from the bitter sea of ​​gardeners, but who knew that he would fall into Han Fei's vortex again. A living being is terrifying.

He seemed to know that if he didn't do anything, he would definitely be killed by Han Fei. Bu Kaixin slowly crawled out of his skull. He pierced his chest with both hands and opened the shell of his soul little by little, revealing his heart.

His heart became a colorful seed, very beautiful, and it contained all kinds of human emotions, which brought different colors to this deep world.

"What do you want me to look at? Want to give your heart?"

Hearing Han Fei's words, Bu Xin shook his head again and again. He endured the pain, deducted the seed from his heart, and held it in his palm.

The end of that seed is connected to Bu's happy soul, and the meaning of his existence seems to be to make this seed take root and bear fruit.

Han Fei gently touched it with curiosity, and a fragrance came to his face. The seeds bred in the carrion turned out to be like pure natural candy, fresh and sweet. Just touching it made people feel very comfortable.

"Not quite right."

Han Fei's fingers slowly exerted force. Under the beautiful shell, the inside of the seed was densely covered with bloodshots, like an eyeball that had stayed up all night for a month.

As the fresh scent dissipated, a sticky **** smell gushed out from the tiny seeds like an ocean wave.

"Whose memory is this?"

Han Fei used to touch the secrets in the depths of his soul, and with the cooperation of Bu Kaixin, he saw a completely different picture from before.

There is a man who looks the same as Bu Xinxing, eating a **** box lunch and sitting in a dark underground studio.

The old walls are covered with various tools. There are two wooden tables in the center of the secret room, and a huge mirror is hung on the roof directly above the wooden tables to ensure that the victim can see clearly when lying on the wooden table. See what you are going through.

What's even more cruel is that the secret room is also equipped with adrenaline, medicines that amplify the pain, and various first-aid tools. The murderer is deliberately slowing down the killing speed and treating death as a feast.

The picture changed, and the cloth holding the lunch box raised his head happily. His facial features were the same as the cloth in front of Han Fei, but the temperament on his body was completely different. A strong sense of death was deposited in his body, even every time he breathed. , the surrounding air will become cold.

The picture in the depths of the soul changed again. A person wearing a guinea pig mask entered the basement. He was very satisfied with Bo's happy performance and opened his mouth to say a few words.

"If you want to become a core member of us, you must go through such a test."

"Now that death has bloomed, you will be the most beautiful flower. When Xinhu becomes a sea of ​​flowers, you will be reborn in a new world."

Han Fei, who had taught himself lip language, reluctantly repeated what the other party said.

"I'll take you across the bridge."

The guinea pig mask stood a mirror in front of Bu Kaixin: "Are you willing to lose your happiness and never smile again?"

Bo nodded happily, then he began to laugh in the mirror, and he himself became more gloomy.

"Are you willing to be dominated by rage and get the blessings of the gods?"

"Are you willing to embrace death, chase death, and spread death?"

"Are you willing to be your true self?"

Bu Kai successfully passed the first few questions, but there was an accident in the last question.

He nodded and wanted to be his real self, but the one in the mirror clashed with the one in reality.

The emotions that he had been deprived of began to fight back, the whole person fell into frenzy and division, and the expression on his face changed every second.

Picking up the tools on the wall, he scratched his face and stabbed his body, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get back to normal.

Until his body was soaked with blood, a dazed look appeared on Bu's happy face. At first, the brutal and crazy man was gone, replaced by a silly big boy.

When the guinea pig mask saw this, his eyes were full of disappointment.

"God's mirror doesn't lie. The person you most want to be turned out to be such a waste. I'm really disappointed in you."

The cloth covered in blood was happily pushed towards the mirror by the guinea pig mask, and the picture in the seed ended here.

Bu in the sauce jar curled up happily and looked at Han Fei with some fear. His "core" was held in Han Fei's hands, and the other party could ask him to disperse at any time.

"The guinea pig mask is the core member. The mirror in his hand should be something from the deep world, and the **** in his mouth is probably the ineffable in the black rain area."

Hatred can affect reality through special means, of course it can, and the impact is far more profound and terrifying than hatred.

"Those lunatics seem to be looking for special living people."

Han Fei frowned slightly. There was an inextricable relationship between this black rain area and reality. He became more and more interested in the ghosts hidden in the depths of this area.

Instead of squeezing Bu to be happy, Han Fei put him under the black rain again, and then went to the club by himself.

When the gardener was away, Han Fei chatted with the dancer for a while.

He wanted to extract useful information from the dancers, but the dancer's grandfather didn't take it at all. He only wanted to teach Han Fei to dance, and he didn't say much else.

As time passed, Han Fei raised all his hobbies to advanced level, and took time to complete an F-level ordinary task in the black rain area, and then he went offline in a hurry. He still has very important things to deal with today.

Exiting the game, Han Fei logged into his Sunny Boy's virtual account and checked the email in the gray area.

"The offline party of the death management group chat is today, and I should still have time in the past."

Putting on a set of clothes he had never worn before, Han Fei knew that the place he was going was very dangerous. Instead of bothering the taxi driver this time, he rented a motorcycle and rushed to Dolphin Bay alone.

Netizens from other families only eat and drink when they meet, but Han Fei's offline gatherings are not the same.

Putting on the clown mask that he walked along in Shishuiwan before, Han Fei rode a motorcycle and galloped on the road, making people not look like a normal person.

At 3:30 in the morning, Han Fei came to the vicinity of Dolphin Bay according to the navigation. Unlike what he expected before, there are still many people living in this place, which is not as desolate as he imagined.

Avoiding the lights, Han Fei walked slowly in the dark, like a giant crocodile lurking underwater. Wherever he went, the darkness slowly spread.

"The room where the girl died on the invitation is here."

The further north you go, the fewer lights there are. The locals seem to know that there seems to be a murder here, so they seldom come here.

Crossing the street, Han Fei parked his motorcycle in the back alley. He climbed over the courtyard wall and entered a very dilapidated community.

This is the place where the girl was killed, but due to various reasons, there are still residents in the community who have not moved out, most of them are elderly and helpless.

"Why put the party here? Aren't they afraid of being discovered?"

Entering Building No. 5, Han Fei looked at the various advertisements posted on the wall. All the air and darkness that had been forgotten by the mainstream were posted on the wall, black clinics, lost children, all kinds of contraband, and dirty walls. It's like a black market in a gray area.

"The times are developing too fast, and these corners have been neglected."

Pushing open the door on the third floor, Han Fei stopped at the door.

The floor between the third and second floors was hollowed out, and there was a big hole at the door, which might fall directly if not careful.

"Am I the only one here at this time?"

Han Fei looked into the room. On the yellowed walls, someone used red paint to slantly write "Return my life." , or fungus.

Taking a breath, Han Fei walked forward along the corner of the wall. He first checked the kitchen and bathroom, and finally pushed open the hidden door of the bedroom.

A faint fishy smell wafted out of the house, and Han Fei found that besides him, there were four other people in the bedroom.

A fisherman in vinyl shoes, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, a skinny female patient, and a disheveled homeless man.

The four of them stood at the four corners of the bedroom, facing a TV in the room.

"There are still people wearing masks, so professional." The middle-aged man was carrying a briefcase. He gave the impression that he was off work and came to play a script with his friends to kill.

"Hello, I'm Deep Sea." The fisherman smiled at Han Fei, revealing a mouth full of crooked teeth. He looked extremely ugly, like a deep sea fish.

Han Fei nodded, he had no intention of introducing himself.

"Isn't there twenty people in that group? Why are only a few of us here?"

"Some didn't dare to come, some came too early and went to catch up again." The homeless man scratched his dirty and messy hair~www.mtlnovel.com~ and spat at the big hole in the middle of the bedroom.

Several people looked towards the entrance of the cave. There were two corpses lying on the ground on the second floor. They slept very peacefully, and it was estimated that they would never wake up again in this life.

Ten minutes later, the door on the third floor was pushed open again, and an old man in ordinary clothes walked in.

His eyes were blinded, and he should usually be begging for a living. He trembled while walking and looked miserable.

"Is anyone there? I'm here to deliver the letter." The old man stopped right in front of the big hole at the door. If he took a step forward, he would fall and be penetrated by the exposed steel bars.

"Letter?" Han Fei was the first to go out, took the letter from the old man, and drove the old man out of the room.

"You are so kind, I really want to be friends with someone like you." The other four looked at the old man with anticipation, but because of Han Fei's existence, the good show they were looking forward to was not staged, and they were a little dissatisfied at this time. .

Han Fei didn't care what those people thought at all. He opened the letter and there were only a few simple sentences in it.

"Congratulations on finding the right time. This offline meeting is mainly to screen out new core members. You will use this almost abandoned town as the stage to start a death art competition, a new core of death diffusion group chat. Members will be born out of twenty of you.

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