Chapter 243 Unnamed Hope


Chapter 243 Unnamed Hope

The words of a madman cannot be thought deeply, but in order to find out the identity of the butterfly, Han Fei not only thought deeply about the words on the wall, but also prepared to write down every word.

When he was carrying more than half of it, the living room door was opened and Xu Qin walked in from the outside.

"There are fewer living people in the building. The situation is not good. Let's find a way to get a mask as soon as possible and get out of here."

"Do I need a mask to leave? Han Fei was a little confused: "The flesh and blood factory in Animal Lane has been destroyed, and the rules here should have changed."

"The manager of Animal Alley is a mystery. All the rules are made by him. As long as he is not dead, we must abide by his rules." Xu Qin mentioned the most critical point. All special buildings in the deep world have Their own managers, before the managers die, they control everything in the building. They are both the makers and enforcers of the rules.

“Doesn’t everyone know who the manager is?”

“No one has ever seen him, that is, no one can live after knowing who he is. Therefore, You can see his terror." Xu Qin expressed her worries: "Being able to control such a huge area, independent of this, the beast alley. Managers should be very powerful.”

“Understood, what should we do next?”

“Let’s go to the writer’s room first. If we really can’t complete the task of finding someone, Then we can only kill the person who issued the mission. "Xu Qin is very direct, this woman has a special charm.

The three of them quietly walked out of the room. Under the leadership of Xu Qin, they avoided all the traps along the way and arrived at a room on the fourth floor.

"Is this the writer's house?"

After opening the door and seeing the scene inside, Han Fei was stunned.

The writer's room in the deep world is different from that in reality. There are butterfly specimens placed everywhere on the walls, in the cabinets, and on the desk.

The writer seems to have made specimens of all kinds of butterflies from all over the world and collected them in his room.

In reality, there is nothing related to butterflies in the writer's room, but it is completely different in the deep world. It seems that all important clues are kept by the writer in the deep world.

"It seems that the writer also expected that the butterfly will definitely erase everything related to it." In fact, the butterfly did it more thoroughly, not only erasing the traces of its own existence, but also erasing all the things it wanted. Kill all those who explore the secret, leaving no hidden dangers.

Only in the deep world can Han Fei see the writer's real room and see the real him.

The writer's pen name is Spider, but there is not a single item related to spiders in his room. Instead, there are books and specimens related to butterflies everywhere.

His research on butterflies has reached the point of obsession. He is not only tracing tangible butterflies, but also looking for various things similar in appearance to butterflies, as well as legends and strange stories about butterflies.

"Seeing this, do you think the owner of the house is an entomologist?" Xu Qin followed Han Fei into the room: "Don't be fooled by the appearance. The owner's occupation and daily life have nothing to do with butterflies. He is At a certain stage, I suddenly went crazy.”

Standing in the room, looking anywhere, you can see the beautiful patterns on the wings of butterflies, but after looking at them for a long time, I feel inexplicably disgusting and scary.

The patterns on the wings are like evil eyes, peering into the hearts of living people.

After searching the living room, Han Fei entered the study. The moment he opened the door, he was shocked again.

The walls of the entire room are covered with some kind of pattern. Standing in the middle of the room, it feels like being wrapped by the huge wings of a butterfly.

The gorgeous dreamy wings gave Han Fei a suffocating feeling at this time. He simply couldn't imagine how the writer could work here alone.

"The butcher's house is the atrium of the spider. These patterns should be the manifestation of something in the writer's heart."

Looking through the bookcase and opening the drawer, Han Fei spent a long time looking for it and found out A very strange thing happened.

The writer's house is filled with all kinds of books, but there are only those books written by himself.

"The people in this building seem to only know the writer, but they don't know that the writer's pen name is Spider. It feels a bit strange." Looking up at the window, Han Fei discovered another anomaly.

In reality, where the wind chime hangs in the writer's window, there is something similar to an amulet hanging here.

Han Fei stepped on the chair to take off the amulet. When he accidentally touched the roof, he accidentally discovered that a layer of the ceiling had been hollowed out somewhere.

With both hands, Han Fei removed a wooden board covered with paint, and butterfly corpses fell from his head.

"How many butterflies did he kill?"

Among the pile of butterfly corpses, Han Fei found a handwritten first draft.

"Attention, player No. 0000! You have successfully discovered the hidden mission item - the unnamed hope (incomplete)."

The first draft had no name or directory, and was more like an essay.

Blowing off the incomplete wings of the butterfly above, Han Fei opened the first draft and looked at it.

“I don’t know since when, the world in my eyes has changed. I recorded everything I saw. This is obviously reality, but everyone after reading it said it was a story. "

"Maybe you are also curious about what I saw? It starts with a dream..."

The first half of the manuscript is similar to that of Sub-Personality No. 8, with butterflies appearing in dreams and trying to enter reality through the writer.

However, unlike the sub-personality No. 8, the butterfly has never succeeded in killing the writer, whether in dreams or in reality.

He escaped from Butterfly again and again, and finally even wanted to kill Butterfly.

During constant contact, the writer slowly discovered one thing. The butterfly is real. It comes from the deepest corner of the dream, and that corner seems to be connected to a world full of despair and pain.

The other party appears in the form of a butterfly, but behind the wings of the butterfly, the writer gradually sees the shadow of a person.

The writer initially suspected that the other person, like himself, was a person who could see another world. However, as the contact increased, he began to waver. He felt that butterflies seemed to fly out of that world full of despair and pain.

Han Fei felt that he was getting closer and closer to finding the butterfly's identity. When he was reading the manuscript, he even memorized it directly.

At the end of reading, when Han Fei was most immersed, he suddenly found that the most important second half of the manuscript had been torn out. Someone seemed to have been here one step ahead of him.

"There are only a few other personalities that can be found here. Who will take the rest?"

Now Han Fei has two choices in front of him, kill everyone The person finds the first draft, or shares the secret with all the alternate personalities in the building.

"How's it going? Do you have any clues?" Xu Qin pointed to the mask on her face, and Han Fei instantly understood what she meant.

“We probably won’t be able to find a writer in a short period of time, so we should adopt another plan.”

The manuscript is a mission item identified by the system, and Han Fei directly received it in the inventory. , he took one last look at the room wrapped in butterfly wing patterns, and then walked with Xu Qin towards the room of the sixth sub-personality. (End of this chapter)

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