Chapter 92: The cycle of death without rebirth
"As long as I can complete this management task, I should be able to become the new building manager."
Han Fei kept giving himself psychological hints. He had learned a lot of psychological knowledge before, which he had intended to use to heal his neighbor, but he didn't expect to use it on himself first.
"The mission doesn't give any specific hints. I guess I have to figure it out on my own."
He glanced at the brazier, photo frames and portraits on the ground. This night seemed to be a night of returning to the dead.
“It always feels weird.”
Han Fei placed his portrait upside down on the ground. He gently grasped the door handle of room 1091. When he tried to push the door, the system's voice rang in his mind.
"Player No. 0000, please take note! You must kill all the ghosts in this room! And save all the people!"
The door of Room 1091 opened, and before Han Fei even walked in, a girl's head fell from the door frame and bit his neck directly!
Han Fei felt a sharp pain and grabbed the head with both hands, but no matter how he struggled, he could not get rid of the other party.
My eyes were blurred by the blood, I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't even scream.
The strength in his body was getting weaker and weaker, and pain was coming from all over. Han Fei fell to the ground, his consciousness became blurred, and he could no longer get up.
"Is this death?"
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Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing at the door of room 1091. The portrait of himself on the ground was smiling happily.
"I've died once?"
Everything happened so suddenly, and the fundamental purpose of this mission seemed to be to kill the player by any means necessary and make the player lose his or her memory .
Han Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and remembered the system's warning.
In the manager mission, there is no death penalty for death, but there will be memory loss. When you forget who you are, the previous manager will be reborn with the help of your own body.
"This mission is more dangerous and difficult than I imagined!"
Han Fei first thought about it carefully and found that he didn't seem to have forgotten anything important. This was what made him most uneasy: "Have I completely forgotten something?"
Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Han Fei looked towards Room 1091 again: "As soon as I open the door, a girl's head will fall down. She will bite my neck off directly..."
Han Fei didn't want to experience that kind of pain a second time. He looked around and picked up the brazier on the ground. "The system just gave me a prompt to kill all the ghosts in this room, but what should I use to kill them? Burn the brazier? Or bite them?"
After thinking for about five minutes, Han Fei did not even touch the door this time. As a result, the door of Room 1091 opened by itself. The girl's head fell again and bit Han Fei to death in a pool of blood.
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Han Fei opened his eyes and subconsciously touched his neck: "If I stay too long, I will be killed. It seems that I can only find a way to get into the house!"
Cheer up. The previous two deaths not only brought pain to Han Fei, but also made him remember the location of the head. This time he wanted to avoid the other party and rush directly into the house.
Picking up the brazier filled with paper money ashes, Han Fei pushed the iron basin in a certain direction the moment he opened the door!
“Bang!”
The girl's head hit the brazier and a scream was heard in the room.
Han Fei knew that the man was very strong, so he rushed into the house and pressed down the brazier with his body, trying to put the man's head in the brazier.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
While the head was slamming against the brazier, Han Fei took the time to look around the room. "Glass coffee table, a bowl of rotten fruit, a bedroom on the left, and a kitchen door on the right..."
When he could no longer hold down the enemy, Han Fei rushed directly to the kitchen. He needed a weapon, even a kitchen knife.
When I pushed open the kitchen door, a strong stench hit me in the face. In front of the chopping board, there was a middle-aged woman chopping rotten meat!
When she saw Han Fei, she screamed and chopped Han Fei with the kitchen knife in her hand.
Blood rushed out and the back of his neck was bitten by a head again. Han Fei fell to the ground. He endured unimaginable pain, but his brain was working desperately. His eyes scanned the room, trying desperately to remember more things!
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"The fourth death."
Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't know what he had forgotten. He hated this feeling very much.
"This mission is more difficult than I imagined. The most important thing is that every time I die, I will forget something. Now I even forget what I forgot."
"If I keep going like this, I might even forget that I am on a mission and who I am. Will I then take it for granted that I belong here?"
It was scary just thinking about it. Han Fei counted the time silently in his mind: "There are two kinds of memory, one is brain memory and the other is body memory. After many people lose their memory, their bodies still remember some frequently repeated actions. The black box exists deep in my brain, and it is most likely that it can only affect brain memory."
In order to leave a way out for himself and to avoid getting completely lost, Han Fei decided to do something crazy.
He took a look at the photo frame containing his own portrait, picked it up and smashed it, then held a piece of broken glass and cut four bloody marks on his arm.
This is the fourth death!
Bleeding from his fingers, Han Fei felt the pain, and then he wrote the two words "Han Fei" on his other arm.
"It has to be repeated after every death. I hope my body can remember this pain!"
Picking out the sharpest pieces of glass and putting them in his pocket, Han Fei opened the door, first blocked the head with a brazier, and then rushed to the bedroom door on the other side of the room.
Being chased by a head, he dared not stop for a moment: "There are two bedroom doors. The first door has an alphabet and posters posted on it. It may be for children."
Holding the door handle, Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door which was closer to the living room.
Toys scattered on the ground came into view. Among the toys, there was a child of about five or six years old sitting with his back to Han Fei.
The head was right behind him, and Han Fei rushed directly into the house. He still remembered the last prompt from the system: kill all the ghosts and save all the people.
“Is this child a human?”
He instinctively avoided the child, but the child still sensed his presence and slowly turned his head, with a face full of scars appearing in front of Han Fei.
Then the child screamed, and two slender arms suddenly stretched out from the shadows behind the door. They grabbed Han Fei and hanged him in the house.
Han Fei stared at the bedroom with his neck deformed, face purple, and eyes severely bulging.
"There are blood-stained clothes in the gap of the closet, half a face under the bed, a person is hanging behind the curtain, the shadow under the desk is moving, and there are at least four ghosts in this bedroom..."
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After opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't think about anything. He broke the photo frame first and began to train his body memory in his own way.
The bloody wounds represent a past that can never be forgotten.
