Chapter 678 The Secret of the First Generation of Gui
"The rag doll itself is also a toy." Han Fei used a sharp knife to flip through the trash can to make sure that the rag doll was not hiding inside.
Maybe it was because the noise made by turning over garbage and toys was too loud. There were footsteps from a house nearby. Soon the door was opened, and a man with a slicked back hair and spraying hairspray opened the door. The door shouted to the outside: "How much have I said? Time? Be gentle when collecting garbage. If you want to pick up something, move it downstairs and don't stop at my door."
The man's face was speechless, and his eyes were filled with disgust. But his eyes soon changed.
He saw Han Fei, who was wearing a white mask, take out the sharp knife from the toy's belly and then walk towards him.
The bottle full of hairspray fell to the ground. The slightly greasy man never expected that there would be two people standing in front of his house so early in the morning, one was a wanted criminal and the other was also a wanted criminal.
"You have a lot of hair." Han Fei said lightly, and this sentence may be remembered by that man for a lifetime.
Backing up, the owner of the house wanted to close the door, but Han Fei's five fingers had already grasped the door panel.
"Good morning, my dear neighbor."
The strength of both parties is no longer on the same level. How can the man's body, which has not been exercised for a long time, compete with Han Fei.
The security door was opened a little bit, and the scary white smiling face occupied the man's field of vision.
Wearing slippers, he only thought of calling the police now, turned around and rushed to the landline in the house, but he only took one step before Han Fei locked his neck and covered his mouth.
"I won't hurt you, let me introduce myself..."
Before Han Fei finished speaking, an emergency announcement came from the TV that was playing the morning news in the living room. The police All the information on the eleven fugitive Class A wanted criminals was listed. The first one was Li Guoer, and the second one was Han Fei.
"If I said I wasn't a psychopathic serial killer, you wouldn't believe it, would you?" Han Fei grabbed the man's collar and pushed him down on the sofa.
"I believe it, I really believe it!" The man was panting nervously as he spoke. The fat on his face trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with fear: "I can give you whatever money you want! Everything in this house you have You can take it all away, as long as it doesn’t hurt me. I still have ten million in the bank, and there are gold bars in my personal safe. We can go and get it together.”
"Do you think I do it for money?" Han Fei sat opposite the man: "Next, I will ask you a few questions. If you lie once, I will cut off one of your hands."
The cold tone seemed to be telling a small daily matter. The man didn't even dare to move. The villains he saw on TV were simply weak compared to the people in front of him.
"Ask, ask, I will never hide anything, and I will definitely not call the police." The man's eyes moved slightly, and cold sweat continued to slide down his forehead.
"First question." Han Fei raised a finger: "Besides you, who else is in this room?"
The man blinked, and the sweat on his forehead had flowed into his eyes: "My wife and children are sleeping in the bedroom, and I am used to getting up early."
"Is it just the two of them?" Han Fei took out his companion: "Put your hands on the table."
The man's breathing became rapid, his hands shook, and his body leaned forward.
"From the time I walked in until now, you glanced at the second bedroom unconsciously several times. You seem to be more worried about the people living in the second bedroom than your wife and children." Han Fei's voice started from The words coming from under the mask almost froze the man's heart.
“My wife and kids sleep in the master bedroom, and my ex-wife’s kids sleep in the second bedroom.”
"I understand how you want to protect your family, but you also have to understand that you only have two hands and two legs." Han Fei stood up and sat next to the middle-aged man. The yin energy on his body was still there from fighting evil ghosts. It has not dissipated, carrying a strong smell of blood.
“Second question, have you ever seen a very shabby rag doll with one of its eyes missing and hanging on its face, and its skirt is made of old clothes?” Every time Han Fei said a word, the man's expression became darker. He must have remembered something.
"Are you here to find that rag doll? I knew that thing was a disaster." The man became even more frightened: "I don't know when that rag doll came to my house. The first time I saw it was in my eldest son’s room. My relationship with my eldest son was very bad. I threw the doll away without thinking much, but I didn’t expect that the doll would be in my eldest son’s closet later. "
" appeared. You mean, that doll is your son's toy?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly: "I see there are a lot of dolls in the box at your door. Does your son like dolls very much?"
"No? Yes! He probably just took that doll back home accidentally!" The middle-aged man clasped his hands and begged: "We are a family and we will do our best as long as you let us go this time. To satisfy.”
"The third question." Han Fei's expression remained calm: "Don't hide anything. I need to know the specific situation of your family, including why the relationship between you and your eldest son has deteriorated, and information about your ex-wife. And your eldest son’s daily performance in life and study.”
Han Fei wanted to find out one thing, why the rag doll was hiding in this community.
“My first wife died on the delivery bed. She was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. The younger sister was not rescued, and only the eldest son was saved by doctors. But he seemed to have been born since he was a child. He is different from other children. He has a withdrawn and weird personality and hates communicating with others. "The middle-aged man is careful. Yi De said: "I went to many doctors, but to no avail. He was very resistant to treatment. We often quarreled about this, and his condition became worse."
"My sister and my wife died. There is only one child left alive." Han Fei asked Li Guoer to keep an eye on the middle-aged man as he walked toward the bedroom.
With companionship in hand, Han Fei slowly opened the door to the second bedroom.
The smell of air freshener wafted from the house, and he saw a child with long hair, pale skin and long hair wearing women's pink pajamas lying on the bed.
The room is very clean, the desk is neatly tidied, the floor is spotless, the walls are covered with warm and lovely wallpaper, and the sheets have no wrinkles.
"This is your son? Are you raising him as your daughter?" Han Fei motioned to the middle-aged man to come over, and the other man was also very aggrieved.
"I have always wanted to make him more masculine, and I have beaten him many times for this purpose, but the more I educate him, the more resistant he becomes." The middle-aged man did not dare to move, Li Guoer's knife Just put it on his neck.
“Really?”
Hearing the noise outside, the child on the bed opened his eyes. As if he had just woken up, he curled back in fear and hid his exposed legs under the quilt.
"Stop acting. Are you afraid that you don't know the state of a person waking up from sleep?" Han Fei held the knife forward and tugged on the dim red string with his fingertips: "Before I come in, You are already awake. Did the rag doll that ran in just now wake you up?"
The long hair fell down and covered half of the boy's face. He looks very good. If his sister is still alive, , it should be like this.
"Are you a brother or a sister?"
The blade was raised, and Han Fei's voice was suffocating. He did not expect that the doll would hide in a place where living people live. In my impression, those scary ghosts are all hiding in the castle and abandoned houses. These evil ghosts that are not controlled by the paradise are indeed somewhat special.
The boy moved his body back. He was weak and pitiful, with a frightened expression, but there was a trace of vicious hatred hidden deep in his eyes.
"Brother, let this child go." The middle-aged man said again: "He has a brain disease. He is a fool with delayed development. He cannot recognize people. Even if he sees you, he will definitely not recognize you." Speak out."
"Many people are always deceived by the illusion they see. Maybe the wanted perverted murderer is saving you, that one. Only relatives who live under the same roof want to kill you." Han Fei lazily explained. He raised his head, his nose twitched, and smelled a faint rancid smell in the strong air freshener: "It's right here. . ”
Han Fei seems to be very good at hide-and-seek. He has a great ability to find things and can infer a lot of things with just a few details.
Slowly approaching the single bed where the boy was lying, Han Fei suddenly swung his knife at the bed. The quilt was cut, the cotton wool was exposed, and the sheet underneath was also torn.
After seeing the power of Han Fei's sword, the middle-aged man became even more panicked. His voice began to tremble, and his body slowly squatted down: "Let him go, he is still a child. Please, I can do everything I can." I have the ability to cooperate with you.”
“I slept for one night, but the sheets were empty. There are no wrinkles at all, do you believe it?" Han Fei withdrew his companionship: "Your son probably hasn't been in bed all night. Where would he be doing with your back?"
One-handed? Grasping the edge of the bed, Han Fei lifted the sheets as he approached the boy.
The stench that could not be concealed came from under the bed, and the sound of viscous liquid dripping could be heard, as if there was a huge stinky mouth under the single bed.
"Come down." Han Fei pointed the tip of the knife at the boy. After hesitating for a moment, the boy obediently got out of bed and stood next to him.
Without any hesitation, Han Fei opened the bed board with force!
A strong stench flooded into the nostrils, and the bed board was covered with various fragments of clothes. Among all the fragments, there was an extremely ugly rag doll clinging to the bed board.
Its eyes hung from its mouth, most of its face was peeled off, one of its arms was missing, and the stitches on its belly had collapsed, and flesh and blood kept falling off.
"This..." The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. He never thought that there would be such a terrifying thing under his bed!
The thought of his son sleeping back to back with this ugly rag doll every night gave him a creepy feeling.
"The clothes stuck under the bed board are the clothes of the dead, right? I see that many of them are children's clothes. Were you the ones who killed those people?" Han Fei held his hand tightly. This should be the time when the doll is at its weakest. Not prepared to let the other person go.
"Hee hee..."
The boy made a high-pitched voice like a little girl, and purple-black blood vessels appeared on his delicate face.
At the same time, the rag doll holding on to the bed board also let go, and it fell to the ground with a splash, splattering a lot of blood.
"I, I'm here, here." An extremely weak voice came from the rag doll's body.
The rag doll lying in the blood turned over with difficulty, and all the stitches on its belly collapsed, revealing the blackened cotton wool and human body debris inside, as well as a dead baby with a big head.
The most terrifying thing is that the baby's body has never grown up, but the head that is disproportionate to the body has the face of a boy.
“Son?” The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the sound the baby made.
“For those defenders, they may now face a difficult problem. People are in the belly of ghosts, and ghosts are in human bodies. Killing the ghost is equivalent to killing the person, and saving the person is equivalent to saving the person. Ghost." Han Fei shook his head: "Fortunately, I am just a wanted perverted murderer, and there is no such thing. Such troubles, at worst I will kill you all."
Han Fei always had a cold smile on his mask: "Don't be nervous. In fact, there is no mortal grudge between you and me. I'm just here to prepare. I want to ask you some questions, I want to find out what the first generation of ghosts is? ”
"Hehe..."
"If you laugh like that again, I'm going to tear your mouth apart." Han Fei hated similar laughter.
"I say, I tell you." The big-headed baby in the rag doll opened his mouth, and all the blood vessels in his body were connected to the rag doll: "She is my sister, the biological child who was born with me. Sister, there was an accident during childbirth, and only one of the two children could be saved. My father and mother saved me and gave up her.”
From the big-headed boy’s mouth, Han Fei learned the reason for the appearance of the doll.
My sister was a child who was abandoned from birth. She didn’t even have a chance to open her eyes before her life and death were decided.
After the "rescue" failed, her body was discarded, and her new soul was trapped in the skin of despair. She was packed together with countless garbage waiting to be disposed of.
Continuously absorbing all kinds of abandoned emotions, slowly, she opened her eyes among the countless garbage and understood the first emotion-hate.
My sister’s hatred was caused by being discarded. As she came into contact with more and more discarded things, she absorbed more resentment from those relics. These things continued to gather, making her It became what it is now.
At first glance, my sister seemed no different from other ghosts, but Han Fei noticed a few details.
My sister died before she was fully born. Her soul is not complete, and she has no memories or obsessions.
The reason for the formation of other ghosts is obsession, but my sister continued to absorb and assimilate the discarded emotions on the garbage after being discarded, and finally patched it together to form a monster.
“Is the original ghost also formed by the aggregation of various emotions? It is not a separate person?”
“How is this similar to the cause of the formation of the deep world? The papermaker said that the deep world is formed by the accumulation of people's negative emotions. Could it be that the entire deep world is a ghost? "(End of Chapter)