My Healing Game Chapter 788

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When the soul poison in Da Xie's mouth was about to flow onto the collector's face, he seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream: "I have seen the night policeman you mentioned. He took a camera and took pictures and recorded things wherever he went. Once He was a well-known crime detective, but he didn't know what he went through later, and he degenerated into a night policeman in a very short period of time."

Han Fei looked at the collector who suddenly changed his mind with a smile, and took out a heart cooked by Xu Qin from the inventory, and he ate it slowly.

Da Nie stands between the collector and Han Fei, with his mouth hanging over the collector's head, which can not only threaten the collector, but also ensure Han Fei's safety. The current situation is Han Fei's favorite.

"I feel like you're lying."

"Everything I said is true!"

"If you want to build trust, then eat this half of your heart." Han Fei used Xu Qin's curse and Da Nie's soul poison to interweave a soul-binding net in Collector's body. Collector He also understood his current situation, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but he was helpless.

"Don't struggle, the more you struggle, the faster you will die." Han Fei touched the collector's soul, which was covered with copper smell, disgusting: "Not even a special resident? I'm very disappointed."

"I can give you everything in this collection room, and I will satisfy your request. Can you spare my life?" The collector knew that he had misread. There would be such a terrifying monster hidden on his body. Of course, the main reason was that Han Fei acted so well that he minimized the vigilance of the collectors as soon as he came up.

"I'm not a cruel person, and I don't like killing. After you help me for ten days, I will help you lift the death curse." A person who is completely desperate has no value to use. Only by giving the other party a little hope will he be obedient and work hard. run forward.

"Okay, I'll take you to the night policeman now."

The collector and Han Fei walked out of the room together. Seeing them coming out, the man named Zhang Shu thought the deal was settled, and ran to the collector like a pug to claim credit.

He rubbed his hands flatteringly, but before he could speak, Collector stabbed a sharp white knife into his lower abdomen.

The collector shot very fast, and he hid the white sharp knife on his body in advance. If Han Fei was a little careless just now, he might end up like Zhang Shu.

"You dare to neglect guests who come from afar, you are getting more and more outrageous."

Pulling out the sharp knife, the knife in the collector's hand was completely white, without a trace of blood.

He is not very strong, but the knife in his hand is very special.

After Zhang Shu died, the collector changed into another face: "This unsightly guy is finally dead, he was the one who made you feel bad just now, right?

As a rusty ladder cleaner, collectors would kill as soon as they said it, and Han Fei had a deeper understanding of this building.

A few people walked in the dark alley, avoiding the crowd, they stepped on the bones of those adventurers, and came to the corridor on the tenth floor with the most vendors.

"Because the stable environment on the tenth floor attracts many people from other floors, it becomes more and more prosperous here."

The collector was about to lock the door leading to the dark alley, but there was a piece of rotten corpse hand bone stuck in the crack of the door, he kicked the severed hand away with a little embarrassment: "Someone has a very good life, then naturally If someone else pays for their happiness, the existence of the dark road is actually to protect everyone, as long as you don't become a prey here, you will live a very happy life.”

"This building is really real."

With Rust Ladder Boss Collector leading the way, Han Fei avoided many troubles. They finally stopped in front of No. 000109, which was set up as a tavern.

"Most night policemen will hide in restricted areas because they have many enemies, but the night policeman you are looking for is special. He likes to stay in crowded places, and he will often sit here for a whole day until he has no money. Go to the penalty area to find things that can be exchanged for money, and a considerable part of my collection is given to me by him."

After opening two iron doors in succession, and passing through a long corridor, Han Fei entered the "tavern" smoothly. Said to be a "tavern", there are many other things here besides wine.

There was a huge iron cage in the center of the crude dance floor. The cage was full of blood, as if it had been filled with something before.

Dim lights swept slowly, and various people sat on the dilapidated sofa, and they all held a cup in their hands, which contained blood-red wine.

"Give me five glasses of the worst wine." Collector walked to the bar and said in a low voice.

"You are still as stingy as ever." The owner of the tavern is also the brewer himself, his body is hidden behind the bar, and no one can see it in the back room.

"Hush! Keep your voice down!" The collector was very scared, and hurriedly turned around to explain to Han Fei: "No matter what you do here, you must order a glass of wine. You can try it later. The wine in the tavern is famous for being delicious, and there are many People from other floors will come here specifically to drink."

"You call this wine?" Han Fei looked at the muddy and sticky blood wine in other people's cups.

"Although no one knows how this wine is made, it does have the same taste as wine, and there is no harm to the body after drinking it." When the collector was talking to Han Fei, there was a small window behind the bar Pulled away, a completely deformed arm covered with scars and engraved with curses placed the wine glass on the bar.

"Your wine is ready." No one could see the tavern owner's body, only his voice and one arm could be seen during the whole process.

Holding his own wine, the collector began to look around the tavern: "Come with me, regular customers are usually in the back, and they don't like to be disturbed."

Avoiding the people in the living room, the collector drank from his glass and led Han Fei into a room behind the tavern.

The lights got dimmer, and the room stank of something rotting.

"Big reporter, someone is looking for you, answer his questions well, and I can buy you another week's worth of wine." The collector said a string of numbers, which seemed to be the name of the night policeman.

Han Fei also looked towards the collector. On a broken bed in the corner, there was a middle-aged man lying on his side. He was holding a professional camera in his arms. His eyes were round and his pupils were bloodshot, as if it had been a long time. No more sleep.

"Don't pretend to be dead, I've helped you so many times, you have to know how to repay your kindness." The collector stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and he saw the night policeman raised his camera with one hand and pointed it at he.

The camera seemed to have the ability to curse, and the collector closed his mouth tactfully, with a smile on his face.

Han Fei's own resistance to the curse was already full. It could be said that he "grew up" on the curse, so he walked directly to the bedside.

When Han Fei saw the night policeman's face, he felt familiar. With his memory, even if he passed him in daily life, he could clearly recall his appearance within a period of time.

"I seem to have seen you on TV?" Han Fei tried his best to recall all the murders he had seen, but the faces in those photos and videos couldn't match the night police: "You used to be a reporter?"

The night policeman replied lazily. He turned his head to the other side, revealing the crime charges on the back of his neck --- Xu Fucai, Snakehead, Fu Ming...

"Crime detective?" Han Fei waved his hand to let the others go out first, and when he and the reporter were left in the room, he slowly said, "When did you come to this building? It was through the murder club." A mirror? Or another passage?"

These people from the Killing Club made the reporter frown, but he still ignored Han Fei. He seemed to feel that talking to anyone in this building was an insult to him.

"If I say that I have a way to take you out of this building, can you join hands with me, because I am also a criminal detective." In just one sentence, Han Fei threw out two heavy messages. The reporter on the bed turned around slowly.

He stared at Han Fei's face and the light in Han Fei's eyes.

"There are no detectives in this building at all, only bad guys and worse."

"That's not necessarily true. As long as I'm still alive, there will be at least one good person in the building." Han Fei sat by the bed: "You give me a completely different feeling from other people. We came from the same place. We started from the same place. Time is a kind of person."

"But soon you will become like me. I seem to be able to see your end. Either you die, or you can't die." The reporter drank the drink in the glass in one gulp: "I There is only one piece of advice I can give you, accept the devil in your heart and become the kind of person you hated the most as soon as possible, so that you can suffer less."

"You didn't persevere, probably because you couldn't leave this building. Hope slowly dissipated, but despair kept accumulating, and finally overwhelmed you." Han Fei looked at the blood wine in his glass, thinking a little bit about trying Neither: "The biggest difference between me and you is that I know the way out, so no matter what I've been through, the hope in my eyes will never go out."

"You have been talking about the way to leave. If there is such a way, you will continue to stay here?" There was a hint of impatience in the reporter's words, and his voice began to change. When he was emotionally fluctuating, the reporter A grimace faintly appeared on the face!

"I can let you take a look to prove that I am not deceiving you. But before that, you must tell me everything about yourself, including your name, history, and how you got into this building." Han Fei's soul-calling talent can be used again tonight. If it doesn't work, he will call Huang Ying over. It's been a long time since I saw Brother Huang, and Han Fei misses him a little bit.

The reporter was influenced by Han Fei's spiritual ability. After struggling for a long time, he said, "My name is Ji Zheng, and I'm a reporter from Xinhu Radio Station. In fact, I don't have any sense of justice at all. Ordinary radio programs have long been ignored. I want Change, so I focused on some strange cases and tricks~www.mtlnovel.com~ Investigation, exposure, exposure, I sent a lot of **** to prison." "Fame gradually became bigger, but I was also People are watching."

"One day a few weeks ago, I received news that there was child abuse in the orphanage opened by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, so I conducted a follow-up investigation for half a year."

"The final result is estimated to shock everyone. The orphanage above Yongsheng Pharmaceutical is just child abuse. They even test new drugs on some orphans. It's just crazy."

"At that time, I didn't care about anything else. I just wanted to save those children. Even if I collided with a giant like Changsheng Pharmaceutical, I didn't care if I ended up being smashed to pieces."

When the reporter said this, he suddenly stopped, and Han Fei deliberately continued to ask: "What's next?"

"Forgot." The reporter pointed to his head: "Someone put a bug in my brain, it is eating my memory, I have forgotten who put that bug in now, I I just remember they were laughing wildly at that time, and the room was filled with flowers like human heads."

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