Chapter 297 The Butterfly Trapped by Huang Ying
Consciousness was separated and time seemed to be slowed down infinitely. Han Fei could clearly see his body moving away, and at the same time he saw a hand grabbing towards him. legs.
The fingertips brushed against each other, and his soul seemed to be frozen. Han Fei looked down, but saw nothing.
Opening his eyes, Han Fei took off his gaming helmet and opened the gaming compartment.
His pupils were still beating uneasily, and he could not calm down for a long time.
"Exiting the game can't stop that thing. I almost failed to exit."
The game warehouse is constantly adjusting Han Fei's body. He didn't feel anything abnormal and his mental state was also very good.
But when he was about to walk out of the game room, he fell to the ground.
Han Fei stared at his left leg in disbelief. He had completely lost consciousness from the lower leg down.
“That unspeakable ghost, the finger touched his left leg!”
After staring at his left leg for a long time, Han Fei rested for a while before his left leg finally returned to normal. But this time, it really scared him.
“After just being touched, I can no longer feel my left leg consciously. Based on this situation, I may die in the game. My body should not die in reality, but there is a high probability that I will lose all consciousness. , turned into a vegetative state. "
The joy of reaching level 12 was diluted. The singing taught Han Fei a good lesson. It allowed Han Fei, who had slowly adapted to the deep world, to experience that kind of feeling again. The feeling of being dominated by death and despair.
“The water in the deep world is too deep. Even someone as powerful as Xiao Ba can only hide in the Happy Community. I need to be more cautious.”
I bought a game warehouse, Han Fei Ben wanted to seize the time to level up, but he met the singing voice again.
Han Fei has finally figured it out. There is one fundamental difference between the game "Perfect Life" and other games on the market. Other games are played by people, while "Perfect Life" is played by NPCs.
Only by remaining cautious and humble at all times can we have more chances of survival.
Sitting on the bed, Han Fei is not sleepy at all now. The game cabin of Deep Space Technology is indeed effective. When his mind is immersed in the game, his body is fully relaxed and rested.
"Playing games is equivalent to sleeping, and I have more time in my day." What Han Fei lacks most now is time. He looked at the sky outside the window that was not completely bright, turned on the computer, and started searching Murder information related to the dead building and singing.
After finding the sun rising, Han Fei found nothing. There are many places in the world called dead buildings, but they are not in Xinhu, and they are completely different from the building Han Fei is looking for. Most of them can only be read as stories.
"It's too inefficient to blindly search like this. It would be faster to ask relevant people to help." Han Fei dialed Huang Ying's number, hoping that the other party could help contact Feng Ziyu.
Feng Ziyu is a colleague of the crazy tester and one of the witnesses of that incident. He has been searching for information related to the dead building over the years.
The phone only rang once before Huang Ying answered the call. He seemed to have set a special reminder for Han Fei to receive calls.
"Brother Huang, did you have any more nightmares last night?" Han Fei was still very concerned about Huang Ying. After he asked, it took a long time before Huang Ying spoke.
"It's still the same dream..." Huang Ying's state is very strange. Normal people who are entangled by butterflies will mostly go insane and collapse, just like Spider's chef personality.
Even if you can barely bear it, you will become nervous and doubt everything, until you finally drive yourself crazy.
But Huang Ying's performance was very calm. Not only was there no fear or panic, he seemed to be thinking about it in his words.
"Do you need me to come over? I suggest you stay in the police station for the time being." Han Fei really didn't want anything to happen to Huang Ying.
"I don't know how to describe it to you. In the dream, I seemed to have lived another life. In the dream, my mother did not leave me, she accompanied me..." Huang Ying said Here, suddenly no more words were said.
"Then what?" Han Fei knew Butterfly would not be so kind.
"Then she tried to kill me in various ways in her dream."
Hearing Huang Ying's words, Han Fei took a breath, and Butterfly became Huang Ying's favorite and most respected person. People, and then used this method to tear up Huang Ying's inner memory.
He was very worried and immediately connected to Huang Ying's video.
Looking at Huang Ying, who was wearing pajamas and looking like a big boy on the phone screen, Han Fei was a little confused. He didn't see any signs of mental breakdown in Huang Ying.
"Don't really worry, I'm fine." Except that Huang Ying hadn't shaved for a long time and looked a little sloppy, there was no change from usual.
"Aren't you in pain? You were killed like that by the person you respected the most, and your beautiful memories were distorted. Don't you feel desperate? Brother Huang, tell me your true feelings so that the police and I can help you." Han Fei said earnestly.
"Really feel?" Huang Ying thought for a while: "Actually, what happened when I was a child has always been my nightmare. It is the scene that I least want to recall in my heart. What I hope most is me. Mom can live a good life instead of losing her life to save me. She is the best person in the world."
Huang Ying and Han Fei have a life-long friendship, and they are also each other. Huang Ying, the only friend, had no reservations and spoke out everything that was in his heart.
“My father didn’t like me for a long time. He probably sent me abroad because he didn’t want to see me.”
“To be honest, I have lived for thirty years and I still haven’t forgotten it. That memory is just about learning how not to let others see my sadness.”
"I have always felt guilty towards my mother. It was me who killed her. I wanted to make up for it, but there was no way...until recently I started having this nightmare."
"When I saw When my mother stood on the shore and did not jump down to save me, my first feeling was not fear, but a long sigh of relief. I was worried that she would die in her dream too."
"Later. She wanted to kill me in her dream , This is a very terrible thing, but I don’t know why, but I feel like I am atonement.”
“Every time I die, I feel a little relieved. I squeeze it in my heart. The long-lasting pain is slowly being released."
"My guilt, my self-blame, my pain, these things that are almost making me unable to breathe are disappearing with death."
"In the second half of the nightmare, I had begun to take the initiative to approach my mother. I knew she wanted to kill me, but I would never escape, just like she jumped into the cold lake without hesitation."< br>
Huang Ying on the screen took a deep breath, A smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I also understand what Butterfly wants to do, but I don't care."
Huang Ying seemed to have awakened some strange thoughts. Han Fei didn't know whether this was good or bad. He guessed that Butterfly was a little confused now.
"Do you have anything else to do?"
"Butterfly has not made any progress on your side, which is the best news for me." Han Fei began to talk about his investigation Huang Ying readily agreed to Shilou's request and took the initiative to help Han Fei contact Feng Ziyu.
Not long after, Han Fei received a document. After entering the encryption instructions, he found that the contents of the document were all related to the dead building.
“The dead building does not refer to a specific building or a certain community. It is a collection of many ghost buildings and dead buildings gathered together.”
See the first line of the file Han Fei was deeply attracted by the word. He hung up the video call and began to study it seriously.
Recommend this book, "The Feast of Horror"
The author has previously written "The Joke of Horror" (also known as "Above the Mist"). This book basically continues the previous style, with delicate descriptions, a weird and terrifying atmosphere, and more rigorous logic. Book friends who like wits and strange battles can read it~
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