Chapter 371 Rights Protection and Mutual Aid Group for Owners of Dead Buildings
“If you can live, it’s best not to think about death.”
A horror film actor and a comedy actor stood face to face, looking at each other The self in the eyes.
Although their futures are different, the paths they choose are somewhat similar.
A living person became the manager of the deep world, and a sick body became the support for the patients. They both stood in their own darkness, turning into a firefly under the night sky.
"I will live well." The young man still had that smile on his face: "My acting skills are very good, and you are the first person to know my secret."
He controlled Yan Zuliu I downloaded the game account and looked at the messages and pictures left by the child. These were all proofs of his existence.
"You should have a lot of accounts like this, right? Don't you feel tired from guarding them all the time? Maybe one day you won't be able to hold on anymore." Han Fei moved a chair and sat next to the young man , he could sense that the man was in a bad state, and the pain in the other person's heart could not be resolved. Every time new pain arose, he would forcefully suppress it in his heart.
“My disease is like this. Normal people can feel happiness and despair, but I can’t feel anything. The surroundings are desolate, very boring, and nothing can be conveyed, and there is nothing outside. I can't get in." The young man didn't even raise his head and continued to look at the life of the dead boy: "I didn't even think about telling others these thoughts before. No, but I don’t know why, you make me feel very relaxed, as if... you are the only one in the world who can understand my voice."
"A 52 Hz whale met another 52 Hz whale. "?" Han Fei knew the truth. This was just his soul talking to himself. On the other hand, this was really a tragic fact.
"Yes, although this is the first time we met, you made me feel lucky for the first time, as if I have been holding on until today just to wait for you." The man looked through the boy's memory and remained silent for a long time. He spoke again: "Can you agree to my small request?"
"Will I keep a secret for you?"
"No." The man's empty eyes focused again: " I I will try my best to be the last lit avatar in the group chat, but as you just said, if one night I suddenly can’t hold it anymore..."
The young man’s heart is extremely depressed, and he He showed everything that could create laughter to the audience, leaving all the pain alone. During the communication with Han Fei, he began to speak intermittently, and his fingers were trembling slightly, as if he felt very, very cold. .
“I hope that you can take over the Yinghuo account by then, take care of the traces of their existence on my behalf, and guide the new people who join the group chat.”
"Did the old man who asked you to be the manager say the same thing before?"
"Well, the night has no boundaries. Even if the world does not exist, the night will still exist. Compared with this night, we We are as small and fragile as a firefly. The night sky cannot illuminate anyone, but we can choose our own way of living and prevent ourselves from blending into the night. "Young men actually understand the right things and the principles of the world, but understanding and healing themselves are completely different things. Comedians have worked hard.
Compared with other patients in the group chat, the young man was very lucky. He met Han Fei this night, a person who could completely understand him and resonate with his soul.
After saying that, the young man looked away from the computer screen. He looked at Han Fei seriously, waiting for Han Fei's answer.
The ghost in room 4094 has not appeared yet, and Han Fei has not figured out who is calling the ghost. He has been talking to his soul since he entered the room, and now he has finally reached a more important turning point.
Han Fei needs to make his own choice, and his choice also affects the choices of the next 4094 homeowners.
"Yes, I will record your account and past when the time comes, but I still hope that day will never happen."
After Han Fei answered, Young The man's expression relaxed a little. For him who couldn't smile, this moment was unprecedentedly relaxing.
"Can you tell me your contact information? It will be easier for us to contact you later." The young man took out his mobile phone. Private messages from the group of friends were still flashing on his black mobile phone. It seemed that there were many people in his mobile phone's social circle. All that's left is the group chat.
Han Fei told him the mobile phone number he had used for many years. When the young man entered it, he didn’t have much reaction at first, but when he was about to enter the last number, his fingers Can't press it anymore.
"This number..."
Raising his head in disbelief, the young man looked at Han Fei, his eyes full of doubts: "How do you know my mobile phone number?"
The blood flowing from his heart The young man's skin begins to turn pale. The person who is summoned will be immersed in fragments of his past life based on his own memory. But when he realizes something abnormal, he will gradually wake up. , understand that he is just a lonely soul.
“Not only do I know the mobile phone number you have used for almost seven years, I also know that your mobile phone will always save a sentence - the best actor is you in life (Chapter 1 In front of the mirror Sticking)." Han Fei saw the changes in the young man, and the temperature of the entire room 4094 began to drop.
"How do you know? I have never told anyone this!"
"Because you are me. There is no second 52 Hz whale in the world, but there are us who are willing to be fireflies in the dark night." Han Fei had the same smile on his face as the young man, which was kind and gentle. A smile that makes people around them feel comfortable, but only they who show the gentlest smile know that behind this smile there is a soul that cannot smile at all.
"I will help you fulfill your last wish, become a new manager, and protect all patients, even if you end up being the only one with a bright avatar in the group." Han Fei put his hand on the young man On the shoulder: "The thing you insist on is what I have been doing. We have never given up, right?"
The temperature of Han Fei's palm brought a little warmth to the young man, and the smile on his face The shock and surprise slowly turned into calmness and tranquility.
The yellowed skin has completely lost its color, and there is a deep strangulation mark on the young man's neck. He has no makeup on his face, but there are obvious tear stains in the corners of his eyes, as if he is crying. clown.
As more and more things were remembered, another stranger's roar began to come out of the young man's throat, and his reason was gradually swallowed up. But in this case, he still did not touch the person behind him. Computers and desks that store patients’ memories.
Blood vessels bulged on the skin. The difference between the young man's face and Han Fei's was getting bigger and bigger. The other man's body seemed to be dried out in the sun, slowly shrinking.
Room 4094 also changed with the young man. The spacious and heroic layout was replaced by simple furniture. There were cracks in the walls and the roof pressed down, as if it was going to crush the person standing in the middle of the room. Han Fei and the young man.
Everything stopped until the broken lamp on the roof touched the young man.
Room 4094 became extremely dilapidated, and the young man in front of Han Fei also became confused and confused.
“Pa!”
The sound of the broken pot startled Han Fei. He drew his knife and turned around. Only then did he see the door of another bedroom pushed open and a teenage student standing at the door.
There was a white earthen jar at his feet. There was white rice and a piece of yellow paper in the jar. There was a name written on the paper charm - Yinghuo.
"Is this student the owner of room 4094?" Han Fei protected the young man behind him and stared at him carefully.
The boy's lowered head slowly raised, holding a roster and a photo frame in his hands.
Unlike other residents in the building who call for ghosts, the photo frame used by the boy to call for ghosts does not have a photo of the deceased, but only a photo of a game character, which seems to be the avatar that Yinghuo once used.
"Are you the one who summoned Yinghuo to the Death Tower? You don't even know his real name or photo, why do you have to see him?" Most of the souls summoned into the Death Tower are living people, which means that the souls called The man from Yinghuo is now on his deathbed.
"I can't complete the soul summoning by myself." The moment the student opened his mouth to speak, countless faces appeared in his mouth, and those faces were like waves, rushing out crazily.
The sinister wind stirred up by the human face made it impossible for Han Fei to stand firmly. If they had not deliberately avoided the young man behind Han Fei, Han Fei would have been thrown out of the window.
"I have never met Yinghuo, and I don't even know his real name, but he is the most important person to me and us." The student spoke, and Han Fei read from his mouth When we arrived at the walking dead, they were hiding in the darkness inside their bodies, wrapped in shadows. Skin and flesh are just a piece of clothing for them to isolate themselves from the outside world.
"You? Are you all members of the patient group in Xingfu Community?" Han Fei's mind turned quickly and he guessed many things at once: "Could you be the kid whose online name is Yanzu?" ?”
"The name of that group is not called Happy Community. There was a problem with the soul summoning. One of your souls was mixed into Yinghuo's memory. Two different memories were intertwined, and the scene he saw also changed." The student's tone was cold, like a corpse, but Han Fei was fortunate that the other party didn't show too much murderous intent.
"You should have seen what happened just now. Yinghuo is still guarding the agreement between you, and my soul is the same as Yinghuo. We will take this most precious thing Keep it up." Han Fei's kindhearted and tolerant soul entered Yinghuo's consciousness. When Yinghuo himself couldn't bear the soul-calling ceremony and was about to collapse, it was Han Fei's soul that stabilized his consciousness.
Yinghuo himself is willing to embrace death, but Han Fei, who has been tempered in the deep world for so long, is completely different. His strong will to survive is like steel, even the dead will become stiff.
“If you really miss the love we had during our lifetime, then let me leave with Yinghuo. Yinghuo has been seeking death, but this experience may change some of his views. He has been guarding the traces of your existence before, and I hope you can give him a chance to come back this time. "He must take Yinghuo away to have a chance to save everyone in the building.
“We never thought about harming Yinghuo, nor did we think that spiritualism would really work. Each of us tried calling his name for fourteen years and never succeeded. But today, he really He has been here for fourteen years, and it seems that he is here just to wait for you. "The male students have misunderstood something. The reason why they will succeed in summoning spirits tonight is more likely because the butterflies will return to their souls tonight.
"Really?" Han Fei thought thoughtfully: "He seemed to have asked me for a similar thing just now. He hopes that I can become the new manager here."
Managers have different meanings in the deep world. When Han Fei said these three words, the male student's eyebrows jumped slightly.
What is more worth pondering is that the male student did not correct Han Fei, nor did he talk about this topic again. He just asked Han Fei to hold Yinghuo's mobile phone.
After the changes in room 4094, Yinghuo's mobile phone was completely different from before. It became very worn, with a broken screen and it was stuck on a group chat page.
The name of the group chat is written at the top of the page, but the name is not a happy community at all, but a line of dead characters.
"This is us who Yinghuo has been protecting, us who have turned gray and will never come online..." The male student lowered his head. Before he could finish speaking, he saw Yinghuo's phone vibrating.
When he reacted, he found that the name of the group chat had been changed, and the hopeless word "dead" in the line had been changed to - a mutual aid group for the rights protection of owners of dead buildings.
Han Fei was stunned for a moment when he saw the words "Group name changed successfully" on the screen of his mobile phone. He glanced at the male student sheepishly.
“I just wanted to give it a try, but I didn’t expect that the administrator could modify it directly.” (End of Chapter)