Chapter 352 His Three Children
“Is there a door in the closet?”
The black and red blood stains soaked into the depths of the wooden board, as if there were similar patterns on the inner wall of the closet. , Han Fei didn't dare to reach out and touch it directly. He first used his mobile phone to take pictures of all the blood stains in the closet.
During the filming process, Han Fei made another discovery. In the center of the door-shaped outline composed of blood stains, there was a very faint mark on the body of the door god.
Something scratched the door god's neck. Han Fei searched all over the closet but could not find the door god's head.
"The headless door god in room 4044? Was its head chopped off by Fu Sheng?"
The wardrobe in front of him witnessed the past, hiding secrets. If it weren't really inconvenient, Han Fei would really like this wardrobe Take it to your home.
Zhuang Ren's videotape did not record what happened in the room, but Han Fei could probably imagine the scene based on the various anomalies at the scene.
"Fu Sheng said that butterflies are ghosts in the deep world. It seems that the butterfly is indeed very likely to come from the deep world, but what is its true identity? Will the butterfly reveal its true face on the night of the Soul Resurrection Night? ”
On the Night of Resurrection fourteen years ago, many vicious cases occurred in Xinhu. Many innocent people died that night. They should all have been "sacrificed alive" by butterflies.
But what puzzled Han Fei was that with so many people dead, what did Butterfly gain? Or what is its purpose?
Frowning in thought, Han Fei hadn't figured out the answer when a faint singing sound suddenly came from somewhere in the building.
Hearing the singing, Han Fei hid in the corner almost out of habit. He nervously held the swing stick and was about to open the inventory when he realized that this was reality.
"The residential building has been abandoned for more than ten years. I should be the only one in the building now. How come there is singing suddenly?"
Because it is far away, Han Fei can't hear it either. Too clear.
He walked out of the room and moved up the stairs little by little.
When we walked to the top floor, the singing became obviously much clearer.
"Is it coming from here?"
There are various debris piled up in the corridor on the top floor. Among them, several boxes filled with books and old clothes caught Han Fei's attention. .
“Why are only these debris left?”
I took out old books one after another, and finally there were only three things left in the box.
A broken music box, a wooden doll wearing a mask, and a child's clothing stained with paint.
The singing came from the broken music box. Han Fei wanted to turn off the music box, but when he turned the music box over, he saw a sentence written under the box - I hope everyone in the world will listen. I hope your singing can touch their heartstrings and bring them emotion and happiness.
It was a simple blessing, but the word "they" in it made Han Fei feel a little uncomfortable.
"Bring them emotion and happiness? Is it a typo? Or are they not human?"
Han Fei picked up the puppet again, and after taking off the puppet's mask, he found a sentence behind the mask - one day you will grow up, and I hope you can build a paradise for them so that they can understand the meaning of happiness. Teach them to smile.
“The unspeakable singing of the deep world is near Xingfu Community. This masked puppet is a bit like the broken puppet on the ninth floor of Building 1 of Xingfu Community...”
Shaking open the last piece of children's clothing, Han Fei saw a few lines of words among various paints - The world has no color. If you see darkness, then the world is dark. If you see colorful, then the world is gorgeous. . You are my first child, and I am willing to give you all the good blessings. I only hope that you can also bless others in the future.
The text on the children's clothing revealed new information. Han Fei stared closely at the words "You are my first child."
Ordinary people will only sigh when they see these old things, thinking that they may be a gift from an old father to his children, containing the father's best wishes and expectations for his children.
But Han Fei is completely different. He is the new building manager of Building 1 of Xingfu Community. He has obtained three cigarettes from the landlord through a task and knows that the landlord happens to have three children.
"If the landlord is the previous building manager, do his three children correspond to these three relics? Is the singing also related to the previous building manager?"
Looking at the relics in his hand , Han Fei stood alone in the building. He glanced left and right, and the surroundings were full of traces of time.
"This broken music box suddenly made a sound. Did someone deliberately want me to find these things? But there should be no one else in the building."
Sitting on the stairs , Han Fei's heart slowly calmed down, and he felt as if there was a kind old man standing around him, who had been looking at him silently from the other side of time.
"I still have too little information." Han Fei stood up. Just as he was about to put away these three things, his phone suddenly vibrated, and Huang Ying called.
“Are you awake?”
“You haven’t slept yet, what happened to you?”
After the brief conversation, Huang Ying sent a message video.
“The police installed surveillance cameras at my home and captured this scene.”
In the video, Huang Ying got up from the bed around 3:30 in the morning and opened the wardrobe. He seemed to be choosing clothes, but he couldn't decide what to wear after choosing for a long time.
After a while, he sat in front of the dressing table and began to dress up. After finishing everything, Huang Ying, who put on his own makeup, entered the kitchen.
With absolutely no self-awareness, Huang Ying turned on the fire and started cooking porridge and simple side dishes.
At four o'clock in the morning, Huang Ying placed all the food on the dining table. He didn't turn on the light, just looked at the empty place next to him and kept saying something.
He spoke very slowly, like a mother telling her naughty son.
The whole process looked extremely weird, even scarier than being haunted.
Around 4:30, Huang Ying, who was wearing makeup, left the dining table. He seemed to be unable to see the contents of the pots and bowls. He poured everything out and started cleaning.
After cleaning up and everything was restored, Huang Ying turned around and faced the location of the surveillance camera, revealing an extremely unfamiliar and scary smile.
He returned to the bedroom and fell asleep again.
At 4:44 in the morning, the real Huang Ying woke up. He saw himself in the mirror and had no idea what happened last night.
"If the police hadn't told me this, I wouldn't have known that I got up last night and that the person cooking was not me." Huang Ying's tone was indescribably calm: "It keeps occupying my mind, it seems It wants to replace me. It is no longer satisfied in dreams. The situation tortured me and began to affect me in reality."
"Brother Huang..." Han Fei could tell that Huang Ying's tone was changing. He was no longer the same as his original self. Under the circumstances, Han Fei couldn't rashly intervene in Huang Ying's affairs.
“My memory is like a faded photo. Now there are many things that should belong to me, but no longer belong to me. I have a premonition that something very bad may happen tonight.”< br>
"What's going on?"
"Someone will die." Huang Ying wanted to say something else, but the sound of opening the door sounded in his room, and his tone slowly changed. Huang Ying chatted casually. After that, he hung up the phone.
"I reminded Huang Ying before not to contact me again recently. We are fighting on two fronts to hold back the butterfly, but he seems to have forgotten about it... Is the person who just talked to me really Huang Ying?" Han Fei carefully recalled the last sound of the door opening on the phone. It didn't feel like the sound of a closet being opened.
Packing up the things in the glove box, Han Fei returned the same way.
Zhuang Ren has finished washing up and took care of himself after a long time.
"Shall we leave now?" (End of Chapter)