Chapter 687 The Source of Nightmares
In the memory of the brain, no one has ever killed the dream, but this amnesia man named Han Fei trapped the incarnation of the dream in his mind.
He admitted that when he first met Han Fei, he noticed that Han Fei was different from others, and he also wanted to take advantage of him.
But now the situation is obviously beyond his control, just like a fisherman who is always in the air force. Finally seeing a fish bite the hook, he is full of joy and thinks he has caught a carp, but who knows what is in the river A giant crocodile crawled out.
"What's going on with this singing?! Why does it arouse the fear deep in my soul?" The middle-aged man covered his daughter's ears, but it was of no use. The sound came from far away, Then it rang directly in my mind, like a whip covered with thorns lashing the soul.
"This is my first time listening to this song. It feels like a dead person singing, and the voice is full of resentment." Han Fei quietly closed the door without disturbing anyone.
The front and back doors of the community were blocked by the police and players respectively. Han Fei's plan to leave with his injured "Nao" and Yan Le, as well as the two children, was undoubtedly a fantasy.
Since there is no way to escape, we can only change our strategy. Anyway, there are so many rooms in the community, and the police and players will not be able to find Han Fei for a while.
"It feels like there is nothing to be afraid of. Since everyone knows that this is a nightmare, as long as we stick to our hearts, there should be no problems."
"You underestimate dreams, he He is a master at playing with people's hearts and will identify the weaknesses of human nature. All those who are dragged into nightmares will be targeted until they commit suicide in their dreams." The middle-aged man kept reminding Han Fei that he always felt that Han Fei underestimated "dreams". .
"But now we have no better solution. I'm just a wanted criminal who was wrongfully accused of dragging his family with him." Han Fei wiped the blood and tears from his cheeks.
"Wrongfully accused?" The middle-aged man didn't know whether Han Fei meant the paper man in his arms or another female wanted criminal guarding the door.
“This nightmare is also helping me recall the past. Fear is a treasure, and facing fear head-on is a rare and precious experience.”
“It’s better to keep your precious memories to yourself. Let's experience it slowly." The middle-aged man kept staring at Yan Le. Now Yan Le's situation is not optimistic. Stimulated by Han Fei's nightmare, the resentment of the many deceased people in Yan Le's body began to run rampant, and her mother could no longer hold it back.
When a person dies, his soul will slowly dissipate, but in order to resurrect Yan Le, her mother and Meng forcibly cut off the lives of ten people, and used those people's souls to repair Yan Le's remaining soul. Although Yan Le woke up, her fragile soul was covered with other people's faces. She was more like a monster than a monster.
Time passed by, and at 11:55 in the evening, Yan Le's thin body suddenly tensed up. She raised her head, opened her mouth as wide as possible, and let out a scream!
Eyes opened in her throat, and the faces of strange girls scrambled to escape from her mouth.
One of the girls with a single ponytail had the strongest resentment. She stepped on other souls, and when her upper body was about to run out, she was grabbed by a pale arm and pulled her back forcefully. .
"Wang Jiaru?" The female student on the fifth floor covered her mouth, her eyes full of disbelief: "That girl with a single ponytail was the beauty of our class. She suddenly transferred to another school last semester. Later I heard that She committed suicide because of her disfigurement! How could she be in Yan Le's belly? Here!”
The female student saw different faces in Yan Le’s mouth, some of which were Yan Le and her friends. Those girls all had things that Yan Le was jealous of, such as their beauty. , happy family, academic performance, physical fitness, etc.
"Yan Le killed everyone? She is the murderer!" The female student fell to the ground, and she thought of the horrific experience that happened to her: "Everyone was supposed to live a happy life, but it was all because of her jealousy that ruined everything." After everything, how could there be such a person in the world? She is simply more disgusting than a ghost!"
Yan Le, who kept stuffing her soul into her mouth, seemed to hear the female student's words. Her bloodshot eyes rolled over, and a wisp of black hatred slowly burned. She stood up and looked at the female student with a ferocious face.
The hatred in the rag doll was caused by being abandoned, and the hatred in Yan Le was ignited by jealousy. She shook her body desperately and threw herself at the female student with the chair.
“Yan Le!”
The middle-aged man hugged Yan Le tightly from behind: “Don’t make any more mistakes!”
Her father's voice rang in her ears, and Yan Le on the ground suddenly stopped struggling. Her neck twisted a little, and her whole face looked at the middle-aged man from a strange angle.
The cracked lips were slightly opened, and Yan Le's tone of voice completely changed: "You will always say this, are you worthy of being her father?"
Hearing Yan Le At Yan Le's words, the middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Yan Le with tears in his eyes, his mouth was open, but he couldn't say a word.
"In order to keep the secret, everything can be given up, including our daughter, right?"
"I..."
"You have your own persistence, and I also have my own choice. My daughter is everything to me, my whole world. If there is no her in this world, I will not love this world one bit." Yan Le's esophagus Opening their mouths, they repeated Yan Le's words, but their tone was definitely not Yan Le's.
"After a person dies, she will not come back." The middle-aged man looked into Yan Le's eyes and felt his heart twist. His love for his daughter is no less than that of his wife, but he rarely expresses it. : "The dream is sowing the seeds of resurrection throughout the city. If you help him, you may bring the whole city to be buried with him. "
"So what?" Yan Le laughed hoarsely, and all the bones in her body cracked: "So what!"
The rope that bound her tightened her flesh. Inside, blood vessels all over her body were bulging, and blood-colored patterns like butterfly wings appeared under her skin.
All the lines seemed to have been drawn in advance, squeezed out of the skin little by little, trying to coincide with the maze tattoo on Yan Le's belly.
"That butterfly wants to imprint the labyrinth tattoo on its wings?" Han Fei had already seen through Meng's plan. He took out his companion, carrying the spreading nightmare, and squatted next to Yan Le.
"Madam, you should also want Yan Le to be happy, right? You should also want her to live upright and like a human being, right?"
As the source of nightmares, the starting point of all horrific illusions , Han Fei's approach made Yan Le extremely uncomfortable. Her hair stood on end and she turned her head to the side.
"Some people are alive, but as if they are dead. Meng just wants to use you and your daughter, but I am different. As long as you are willing to tell me Nao's past, I will protect Yan Le and let She was as happy and smiling as before."
After saying that, Han Fei pulled the red rope, dragged Yan Le's chin with one hand, and put the companion into Yan Le's mouth.
"Meng and I are sworn enemies. If he comes back to life, the whole city will suffer. If you are really unwilling to cooperate with me, then I can only kill your daughter now and put a thousand different curses into her. Her soul will never be reincarnated."
The cold tone, the trembling singing, and the looming vision of hundreds of ghosts. At this moment, Han Fei's face was deeply imprinted in Yan Le's mother's heart.
I also know that it is a bit short, and I will try to adjust my condition as soon as possible.
(End of this chapter)