My Healing Game

Li Huang has been in the entertainment industry, she has seen all kinds of people, and she has seen all kinds of disgusting things. She hid all her vulnerabilities in the depths of her heart, and then armed herself with thick armor. .

She thought that she would become more and more tough, but she didn't expect that in this dark abandoned hospital, there was a lazy, sexy, evil soul who could shatter all her protection so easily. .

Looking at Han Fei's profile, Li Huang had rumors related to Han Fei in his mind.

After the real meeting, she realized that the rumors were not exaggerated, but were too euphemistic.

There are no cameras installed on the third and fourth underground floors. This is a venue outside the script. If the audience wanted to see what was going on, they could only rely on the tiny camera that Han Fei fixed on his body. But just when there was a problem with the oil painting, Han Fei reached out and took off the final camera.

How scary an actor can be without the supervision of an audience, the answer to this question is known only to a few "lucky ones".

The red paint slid down the ceiling, and those oil paintings came alive under the nourishment of blood. The children with some deformities in the paintings stuck their heads out and looked at the plastic surgery hospital shrouded in darkness.

This hellish scene made Li Huang scream. She was almost suffocated. In her opinion, no one could face such fear.

But whenever she was about to collapse, her eyes would always turn to Han Fei. Even in this situation, Han Fei still stood in the dark.

"Isn't he afraid of this emotion?"

Holding the corpse props in his hand, Han Fei stopped in the center of the corridor. Every time the shrine mission would tear up his consciousness and reorganize it, his will was sharpened like a blade.

In reality, hatred is very limited. Even Butterfly can only constantly defeat and manipulate a person through psychological cues. A determined person like Han Fei is what Butterfly fears the most.

Because they are never easily shaken, and their hearts are always loyal to themselves.

At this time, although Han Fei was covered in blood paint and immersed in hallucinations, his consciousness was still very clear.

The young man who was hunted down by perverted outsiders can now use all kinds of power to kill the badly wounded hatred.

The knife wielded with a wild laugh not only extinguished the black fire of ten fingers, but also shattered the fear of hatred in Han Fei's heart.

"Butterfly never kills himself, what about you?"

Han Fei stared straight at the other side of the corridor. In the thick darkness, a tall and thin man walked out.

He was taciturn, wearing a painter's clothes, and carrying a small bucket full of "red paint" in his right hand.

This is not the first time that Han Fei and the painter have met. In fact, the hatred of the plastic surgery hospital has been looking for people related to butterflies. They want to find out what happened to the dead building.

As the most mysterious hatred in the plastic surgery hospital, the painter knows a lot of things, and he is also very aware of the speciality of the dead building, because that area used to be where someone grew up.

"You've missed your only chance." Han Fei said very rudely. Before Xu Qin became hatred, the three haters in the plastic surgery hospital could easily crush the building, but now the situation has been reversed.

The faceless woman is about to lose her soul. The goodwill of Xiaobaixie is controlled by Han Fei. The area of ​​the dead building does not include the mirror god, and she also has two hatreds. The plastic surgery hospital is no longer capable of destroying the dead building.

On the corridor full of oil paintings, Han Fei and the painter stood on both sides of the corridor, and no one was in a hurry.

Han Fei watched the painter's every move, and the painter was also looking at Han Fei silently, as if he wanted to make sure of something.

After a long time, the painter raised his left hand and tore off the sleeve on his right arm.

There was a cut on the pale arm, which seemed to be a number "4".

The wound has never healed, and the black blood oozing from the wound will continue to drip into the small bucket he is holding in his right hand.

"The red paint used by the painter is actually his own blood?"

Han Fei remembered the curse words he had read before. He stared at the number 4 wound on the painter's right arm: "What is the relationship between you and No. 4 orphan? If you are friends, then we probably shouldn't fight each other, because he The person I dream of most and want to be the most is me.”

Han Fei made a plan before quitting the game. He was going to find an opportunity to negotiate with the plastic surgery hospital's hatred in a neutral department store, so he should try his best to avoid fights that can be avoided.

Hearing Han Fei's words, the painter's expression still did not change. He seemed to have lost all human emotions and integrated everything about himself into the painting.

The black blood dripping from the wound of number 4 fell into the small bucket, and the sticky red "pigment" in the bucket gave off a special rancid smell. If emotions can fester, the smell must be that various emotions rot after death. the taste of.

The children in the oil paintings dare not approach the painters, as if their usually kind and amiable father suddenly became drunk one day and went mad, wielding a kitchen knife indiscriminately.

The faceless child hid all around. The painter put his left hand into the bucket. After stirring, he drew a window on the ground with his left hand.

Beyond the window is a pitch-dark city with many high-rise buildings. In each building, there are extremely terrifying things hidden.

Han Fei saw this painting once when he was saving the ugly scar. The oil painting seems to be connected to another world. Once you fall into it, you can't come back.

The silent painter finished the oil painting, and then he held down the window he had drawn with one hand and pushed it inward.

The unimaginable thing happened, the painted window was pushed open!

The cold wind blew out from the painted window, the temperature dropped sharply, all kinds of screams and roars of monsters seemed to ring in my ears, and a nightmare was hidden behind the window.

After the painter finished, those eyes that were already numb to everything looked at Han Fei, and he raised his left hand covered with "red paint".

On the fourth basement floor of the plastic surgery hospital, all the oil paintings painted on the walls were opened, and the faceless children playing outside the windows turned over the windowsill and ran out.

They lost their ego and chased false pleasures, like a group of walking dead trapped in paradise.

There are too many oil paintings in the underground of the plastic surgery hospital. It is estimated that the painters themselves did not know how many paintings there are.

In the past, he couldn't do anything about the situation of those children. He could only draw thirty-one windows for them. Now he can't change anything. After returning to this abandoned place, he can only paint the scenery outside the window over and over again. But no matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window is, the children who look at that scenery will never come back.

"Han Fei!" Li Huang reminded loudly from behind, her voice was about to burst.

Gu </span> Countless faceless children came to Han Fei. They tore Han Fei's body and wanted to drag Han Fei to the window drawn by the painter.

Looking at the faces of the children, when Han Fei was in contact with them, hysterical laughter came from the depths of his brain.

This laughter is very morbid and contains madness, but if you listen carefully, you can still feel an indescribable sadness.

A child with a healing personality turned into a lunatic who could only laugh wildly, and when he grew up, he became an adult who lost his smile.

"Is this the most successful personality? Or the most unsuccessful personality?"

Under the double influence of the wild laughter and the children, Han Fei approached the black window step by step.

The children who have lost themselves hope that Han Fei will become the same person as them. The laughter is slowly getting louder, and Han Fei is getting closer and closer to the window.

Three meters, two meters...

Han Fei's footsteps finally stopped just a few centimeters away from the window. He and the painter stood at both ends of the window, as if they were people from two different worlds.

"If you met me a night earlier, I'm afraid my will can't stop these things, they will push them into the window and be locked in the dark."

The shrine succession task is the most cruel exercise and test of the will. Han Fei realized that his body was torn apart in Fu Sheng's shrine. He succeeded in returning to the soul from the edge of the shrine, and was finally reunited by the hatred and love of ten haters. Together.

Breaking through and standing up, his tenacity of will has exceeded the imagination of most people.

"No matter what happened in the past, at least I am still alive. Since I am alive, then I will change. On the road to death, I will move my destiny. I will change the future of others just like in the memory world of the shrine. Everything in the future."

The eyes were scarlet, and Han Fei could clearly see blue veins on his face. He was fighting the final confrontation with the painter.

The painter doesn't seem to be able to kill people directly in reality, but his strange ability can directly affect those who can see them. At this time, Han Fei is under enormous pressure, but it's just pressure.

Having a black box and having experienced so many things in the deep world, Han Fei can be said to be the person who does not know how to surrender.

No one can drive him crazy just by hallucinations. He has already felt the most thorough and heart-wrenching madness in manic laughter.

The confrontation through a window lasted for a long time, until the building began to shake, and the alarm outside the building became clearer and louder.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and slowly, the voice of a child talking to himself came from the opened window on the ground.

After hearing the sound, the painter's numb eyes changed slightly, and he reached out and closed the window on the ground.

The black oil painting dried up with the blood and slowly dissipated.

The painter walked past the window. He didn't stop by Han Fei's side, but went straight to the depths of the corridor.

As if he couldn't see Han Fei and Li Huang, he directly pushed open the door of the room in the deepest part of the corridor.

The scene in front of you is shocking. The room is amazingly large. The whole is dark red. All the bricks are engraved with a child's smiling face.

Their innocent and young smiles formed a sharp contrast with the blood-red room. The originally cute faces now only make people feel creepy.

"Is this the real red room? Is the child that Xia Yilan brought to complete the final transaction here?"

All the medical equipment in the house was emptied, and there was only a red chair left in the empty room.

The chair was placed in the center of the room, facing a black oil painting on the wall.

The oil painting is a window, giving the impression that someone once sat on a chair and stared at the oil painting window on the wall.

After the painter waited for Han Fei to enter the house, he closed the door.

He carried a small bucket full of his own blood to the edge of the wall and stared at the window in a daze.

Unlike other oil painting windows, this oil painting seems to have been completed many years ago, and the skin has been slightly cracked.

After watching it quietly for a while, the painter suddenly picked up the bucket with both hands, and spilled a whole bucket of "red paint" on the black window!

The black window was stained red, and the blood beads fell down the window, as if it was raining in the house, full of blood-colored mist.

When Han Fei was wondering why the painter did this, he suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the window.

Looking at the oil painting on the black window with surprise, Han Fei found that with the drop of blood dripping, a figure of a child appeared in the oil painting window, and he was wearing a hospital gown with the number "4" written on him.

"I don't know how to meet him, so I can only draw myself in the window he painted..."

Han Fei suddenly remembered the curse words left by orphan No. 4: "The child in this oil painting window is the No. 4 child?"

The sound of knocking on the window became louder and louder. Han Fei stepped forward quickly. He heard what Number Four was saying behind the window.

"They have been looking for such children, who were born in tragedy, grew up in despair, and lost everything under the fool of fate. I am such a child, and so are they."

"The doctors here have never thought of curing us. The perfect personality is just a hoax. The hospital is not a place to save people, and the paradise specially prepared for children is not a place to bring happiness."

"Actually, I really envy that person. It's strange that I, with a self-destructive personality, would envy him with a healing personality?"

"But there are even stranger things. I, who wanted to destroy everything, only killed myself in the end; but he, who has a healing personality, killed all the children in the same batch except himself."

"I heard that after that **** night, he was the only one left in Paradise. From then on, Paradise became a place specially used to deal with failed hospital products."