Chapter 762 Death Art Competition
Back home, Han Fei logged into the game during the day for the first time.
He used to be very resistant to entering the game, but since leaving Fu Sheng's memory shrine, he has changed a lot.
He didn’t say it, but he had actually regarded the deepest despair as his home.
After a full meal, Han Fei put on a gaming helmet.
Blood filled the air, and Han Fei felt his back tighten when he logged into the game. The bloody weirdo standing back to back with him seemed to have climbed onto his shoulders, and his body was slowly bending downwards.
"One day I will see you."
Opening his eyes, Han Fei found Cai and Ying Yue staring at him very curiously, as if wondering why he appeared today so early.
"Are you two good friends now?" Han Fei touched the heads of the two children and cried. As his strength improved, he had grown very fast recently, and he looked a bit like Ying Yue's brother.
"Yes." Cry said softly: "We are in the same grade in the building, so we can talk more. I want to build our graves closer to each other after we leave the deep world. , so we can hang out together at night.”
Children's words are unbridled, but they are indeed sincere.
With his "left and right guardians", Han Fei ran to the edge of the Black Rain area and entered the Yimin convenience store branch opened by Yinglong.
Lifting the lid of the sauce jar, Han Fei reached into the broken skull and grabbed Bu Kaixin's neck.
"I worked so hard to help you find your mother and treated her at my own expense, and you are going to repay me like this?" Han Fei used the language of flowers and touched the secrets deep in his soul, but the weird thing was this Neither ability can detect Bu Kaixin's problem. There is no malice in his soul, only deep regret.
“You said you were looking for your brother, but your mother said you only have one child, and his name is Bu Ming.”
Hearing the word Bu Ming, Bu Kaixin, who was curled up at the bottom of the sauce vat, started to tremble all over.
"I originally thought your brother was called unhappy?" Han Fei pinched Bu Kaixin's neck and pulled him out of the broken skull: "Who is Bu Ming? How much more are you hiding? Something?”
The soul was trembling. Bu Kaixin’s body buried in the sauce jar spread out a large number of black blood vessels, like the roots of a plant, spreading along the gaps in the sauce jar, as if it was trying to escape from here.
"If you ran away, what would you do to your mother? Now the beasts in the Killing Club are trying their best to kill him. If it weren't for me, your mother would have turned into a corpse an hour ago. You only have to tell Only by telling the truth can I help you!"
Han Fei let go of his hand, and Bu's happy soul in the sauce tank retracted into his skull as quickly as possible.
He only exposed his eyes and looked at Han Fei eagerly.
"Bu Ming will use different emotions to deal with different situations. Do you think I am too kind and think I am a good person, so you want to use this emotion to deal with me?"< br>
The corners of his mouth were raised. Han Fei usually only showed such a smile when killing people.
Bu Kaixin also felt that Han Fei had murderous intentions. He was very helpless. He thought he was out of the gardener's misery, but he fell into Han Fei's whirlpool again. In terms of murderous intentions, Han Fei was more powerful than Han Fei. It was more terrifying than any living person he had ever seen before.
As if knowing that he would be killed by Han Fei if he didn't do something, Bu Kaixin slowly crawled out of his skull. He stabbed his own chest with both hands, and cut open the shell of his soul bit by bit, revealing own heart.
His heart turned into a colorful seed, very beautiful, containing all kinds of emotions in the world, bringing different colors to this deep world.
"Why are you showing me this thing? Do you want to give your heart?"
Hearing Han Fei's words, Bu Kaixin shook his head repeatedly. He endured the pain and removed the seeds from his heart. Pull it out and hold it in the palm of your hand.
The end of the seed is connected to Bu Kaixin's soul. The meaning of his existence seems to be to let the seed take root, sprout, bloom and bear fruit.
Han Fei touched it gently with curiosity, and a fragrance came to his face. The seeds bred in the carrion were like pure natural candy, fresh and sweet, just touching it made people feel... It feels very comfortable.
"Something's not right."
Han Fei slowly exerted force with his fingers. Under the beautiful shell, the inside of the seed was densely packed with bloodshot eyes, like an eyeball that had stayed up late for a month.
As the fresh fragrance dissipated, a thick smell of blood surged out from the small seeds like ocean waves.
"Whose memory is this?"
Han Fei used the method to touch the secret deep in the soul. With Bu Kaixin's cooperation, he saw a completely different picture from before.
There was a person with the same appearance as Bu Kaixin, eating a bloody lunch box and sitting in a dark underground studio.
The old wall is covered with various tools. There are two wooden tables in the center of the secret room. There is also a huge mirror hanging on the roof directly above the wooden table, which can ensure that the victim lies on the wooden table. When you are at the table, you can clearly see what you are going through.
What is even more cruel is that the secret room is also equipped with adrenaline, pain-amplifying drugs, and various first-aid tools. The murderer deliberately slows down the killing speed and treats death as a feast.
The scene changed and Bu Kaixin, who was holding the lunch box, raised his head. His facial features were consistent with the Bu Kaixin in front of Han Fei, but his temperament was completely different. A strong sense of death was deposited in his body, and even Every time he breathed, the air around him grew colder.
The scene in the depths of the soul changed again. A man wearing a guinea pig mask entered the basement. He was very satisfied with Bu Kaixin's performance and opened his mouth to say a few words.
"If you want to become a core member among us, you must pass such a test."
"Now that death has bloomed, you will be the most beautiful flower. When New Shanghai turns into a sea of flowers, You will be reborn in a new world."
Han Fei, who had learned lip reading by himself, reluctantly repeated the other party's words.
"I'll take you across the bridge."
The guinea pig mask placed a mirror in front of Bu Kaixin: "Are you willing to lose your happiness and never be able to smile again?"
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Bu Kaixin nodded, and then he started to laugh in the mirror, while he himself became even colder.
"Are you willing to be dominated by rage and receive blessings from the gods?"
"Are you willing to embrace death, chase death, and spread death?"
"Are you willing? Become your true self?”
Bu Kaixin passed the first few questions successfully, but something unexpected happened on the last question.
He nodded and wanted to be his true self, but there was a conflict between him in the mirror and him in reality. The emotions he had been deprived of began to fight back, and his whole person fell into frenzy and disintegration, and the expression on his face changed every second.
Picking up the tools on the wall, he scratched his face and stabbed his body, but no matter what he did, he could not return to normal.
Until his whole body was soaked with blood, a trace of confusion appeared on Bu Kaixin's face. The brutal and crazy him at the beginning was gone, replaced by a silly and silly big boy.
When Guinea Pig Mask saw this, his eyes were filled with disappointment.
"The mirror of the gods doesn't lie. The person you most want to be is such a waste. I'm really disappointed in you."
Bu Kaixin, who was covered in blood, was pushed into the mirror by the guinea pig mask, and the scene in the seed ended here.
Bu Kaixin curled up in the sauce tank and looked at Han Fei with some fear. His "heart core" was held in Han Fei's hand, and the other party could kill him at any time.
"Guinea Pig Mask is the core member. The mirror in his hand should be something from the deep world, and the god in his mouth is probably the ineffable in the Black Rain area."
Hate can affect reality through special means, and of course it can be indescribable, and the impact it causes is far more profound and terrifying than hatred.
“Those lunatics seem to be looking for special living people.”
Han Fei frowned slightly. There was an inextricable relationship between the black rain area and reality. He became more and more interested in the ghosts hidden deep in this area.
Instead of squeezing Bu Happy anymore, Han Fei put him under the black rain again, and then went to the club himself.
The gardener was away, so Han Fei chatted with the dancer for a while.
He wanted to extract useful information from the dancers, but the old dancer refused to accept this trick at all. He was only willing to teach Han Fei how to dance and would not say much else.
As time passed, Han Fei upgraded all his hobbies to advanced levels, took the time to complete an F-level ordinary task in the Black Rain area, and then hurriedly logged off. He still has very important things to do today. Gotta deal with it.
After exiting the game, Han Fei logged into his Sunshine Boy virtual account and checked the emails in the gray area.
"The offline gathering of the death management group chat is today. I should have time to go there now."
Putting on a set of clothes that he had never worn before, Han Fei knew that he wanted to The place he went to was very dangerous. This time he did not bother the taxi driver. Instead, he rented a motorcycle and rushed to Dolphin Bay alone.
Other people’s online gatherings are all about eating and drinking, but Han Fei’s offline gatherings are different.
Putting on the clown mask that he had used in Corpse Bay, Han Fei rode a motorcycle on the road, making him look like he was not a normal person.
At three-thirty in the morning, Han Fei arrived near Dolphin Bay according to the navigation. Different from what he had expected, there were actually many people living in this place, and it was not as desolate as imagined.
Avoiding the light, Han Fei walked slowly forward in the darkness, like a giant crocodile lurking underwater. Everywhere he went, darkness slowly spread.
"The room where the girl on the invitation died is here."
The further north you go, the fewer the lights, and the locals seem to know that a murder has occurred here, so Rarely come here.
Crossing the street, Han Fei parked his motorcycle in the back alley. He climbed over the courtyard wall and entered a very dilapidated community.
This is the place where the girl was killed. However, due to various reasons, there are still residents in the community who have not moved out. Most of them are helpless old people.
"Why put the party here? Aren't they afraid of being discovered?"
Entering Building 5, Han Fei looked at the various advertisements posted on the walls, forgotten by the mainstream All the filth and darkness are pasted on the walls. Black clinics, lost children, and all kinds of contraband. The dirty walls are like a black market in a gray area.
"The times are developing too fast, and these corners have been ignored."
Pushing open the door on the third floor, Han Fei stopped at the door.
The floor between the third and second floors was hollowed out, and there was a big hole at the door. If you were not careful, you might fall directly.
"Am I the only one coming here at this time?"
Han Fei looked inside the room, and saw scrawled red paint on the yellowed wall, "Give me my life." The furniture was piled up haphazardly, and it was stained with a large amount of dark stuff, whether it was blood or mold.
Taking a breath, Han Fei walked forward along the corner. He first checked the kitchen and bathroom, and finally opened the ajar door of the bedroom.
A faint fishy smell wafted out of the house, and Han Fei discovered that besides him, there were four other people in the bedroom.
A fisherman wearing black rubber shoes, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, a skinny female patient, and an unkempt homeless man.
The four people stood in the corners of the bedroom, facing a TV in the room.
“There are people coming here wearing masks, so professional.” The middle-aged man was carrying a briefcase. He gave the impression that he was off work and came to play script killing with his friends.
"Hello, I am Deep Sea." The fisherman smiled at Han Fei, showing a mouth full of crooked teeth. He looked extremely ugly, like a deep sea fish.
Han Fei nodded. He had no intention of introducing himself.
"Aren't there twenty people in that group? Why are we the only ones here now?"
"Some of them didn't dare to come, and some of them came too early and went to catch up on their sleep." The homeless man scratched his head With his dirty and messy hair, he spat towards the big hole in the middle of the bedroom.
A few people looked towards the entrance of the cave, and saw two corpses lying on the ground on the second floor. They were sleeping peacefully, and they probably would never wake up again in this life.
Ten minutes later, the door panel on the third floor was pushed open again, and an old man in ordinary clothes walked in.
His eyes were blinded and he probably made a living by begging. He walked tremblingly and looked very miserable.
"Is anyone here? I'm here to deliver a letter." The old man stopped just in front of the big hole at the door. If he took another step forward, he would fall down and be penetrated by the exposed steel bars.
"Letter?" Han Fei was the first to walk out, took the letter from the old man's hand, and then drove the old man out of the room.
"You are so kind. I really want to be friends with someone like you." The other four people looked at the old man expectantly, but because of Han Fei's presence, the good show they were looking forward to did not happen. At this time, there was some dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Han Fei didn't care what those people thought at all. He opened the letter and found only a few simple sentences in it.
“Congratulations on finding the right time. This offline exchange meeting is mainly to select new core members. You will use this almost abandoned town as the stage to start the death art competition. New The core members of the death spread group chat will be born among twenty of you." (End of this chapter)