Chapter 96: The Only Way to Pass
Han Fei chased after her with a knife in hand until the door of the master bedroom was knocked open. The mother, who had originally looked like a human, had now turned into a horrible monster. Stimulated by the crying of the child, her body swelled to twice its size and was covered in blood.
When the little ghost saw the woman appear, he immediately changed back to his original appearance. He covered his broken leg and pointed at Han Fei and kept crying.
The woman, loving her son dearly, rushed towards Han Fei.
Han Fei did not confront the other party head-on. He ran into the second bedroom, and as if he had predicted it, he raised his hand and swung the knife to cut off the arm behind the door, then kicked the door shut!
"Come out! Follow me!"
Reaching under the bed, Han Fei grabbed his brother's collar and pulled him out.
My younger brother was so scared that he started crying, and now the sound of two children crying could be heard in the room.
The sound of the mother banging on the door became more intense, and the door lock was shaking!
Han Fei was on guard against the wardrobe and behind the door, but at this time the curtains were blown by the wind, and Han Fei found that something gently touched the back of his head.
He looked back and saw a hanged man hanging behind the curtain, and it was the tip of the man's shoe that touched the back of his head.
By the time I noticed it, the hanged man had already pounced on me.
At the same time, the door of the second bedroom was knocked open. The mother, her face covered in blood and wood chips, stuck her head into the room and looked at Han Fei ferociously.
His body was torn apart and the pain made Han Fei lose consciousness.
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With blood dripping from his teeth, Han Fei smashed the photo frame and stared coldly at the door of Room 1091.
"If you kill all the people and ghosts in the room, you should be able to unlock a new ending."
Han Fei didn't know why he had such a thought. He felt that he had become a little strange. He seemed to be slowly becoming another person. "It seems that the system's prompt is not complete . If you die here, you will not only forget your memory, but also lose your humanity."
Dying again and again, struggling in pain and endless despair, Han Fei could clearly feel the changes in his own psychology.
"There is only one way to end all this, and that is to face the next death seriously and find the only way out in this endless cycle."
Carving the number of deaths and his own name on a piece of glass, Han Fei pushed open the door and entered.
Use the master bedroom to trap the mother, use the hair in the toilet to kill the body in the refrigerator, then put the empty refrigerator next to the second bedroom and open the refrigerator door.
Han Fei calculated the position and used the model under the TV to lure the little ghost.
He counted the time silently in his mind. Four seconds later, Han Fei didn't even look at it and smashed the brazier at the door.
At this moment, the little ghost appeared. It was hit by the brazier filled with paper money ashes, fell to one side, and fell into the open refrigerator.
Without waiting for the kid to react, Han Fei closed the refrigerator door, dragged the refrigerator to the bathroom and opened it again.
The little ghost rushed out of the refrigerator in a hurry to escape, and was then entangled by black hair. It cried desperately but could not break free.
In order to distance himself from the matter, Han Fei retreated immediately before his mother went crazy, dragging the refrigerator back to the second bedroom with all his strength.
The whole process took less than thirty seconds, and Han Fei was so skilled that it was shocking.
"My real brother is hiding under the bed. Even after scaring him to tears, my mother will still come over. I have to get rid of all the ghosts in the second bedroom before he starts crying."
There was no fear or dread, Han Fei's expression was frighteningly calm.
He rushed into the house with a kitchen knife in his hand and chopped at the air.
When the kitchen knife was raised, there was nothing at the door. When Han Fei gathered his strength to chop the kitchen knife down, two arms just appeared. It felt like the other party deliberately stretched out in front of Han Fei for him to chop.
After cutting off the hand behind the door, Han Fei jumped onto the bed and swung the kitchen knife wildly at a certain position of the curtain.
A scream was heard, and Han Fei spilled the paper money ashes in the brazier. He wanted to drag the hanged ghost into the refrigerator.
At this moment, the wardrobe door was open, and Han Fei seemed to have eyes on his back. Without even looking, he stabbed the kitchen knife at a certain position with his backhand.
His bloody clothes were torn, and Han Fei used this precious time to severely injure the hanged ghost. But just when he was distracted, the shadows hiding under the desk surged out like a tide. They were ghosts hiding in the dark corners.
Han Fei's body was dragged into the darkness under the desk by hands, and the ghost faces completely drowned him.
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When he opened his eyes for the fourteenth time, he was killed by the ghost.
The fifteenth time he opened his eyes, he was dragged down the stairs by the hanged ghost and fell to his death.
The sixteenth time he was wrapped in a bloody robe, and all the blood in his body was absorbed by the robe.
The seventeenth time he was besieged to death.
The eighteenth time, he failed to smash the mirror for a long time and was strangled to death by his hair.
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Slowly opening his eyes, the man picked up the photo frame and smashed it. He picked up the sharpest piece of glass and instinctively slashed it at his arm.
After drawing forty-four bloody marks, he hesitated for a moment and drew the forty-fifth bloody mark.
"What do these bloodstains represent? Why am I so familiar with this pain?"
His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his arms. One arm was cut and bleeding, but the other arm had no wounds at all.
"I seem to have forgotten something."
He grabbed the shards of glass with his blood-stained arm, and then slowly carved a name on his other arm.
Han Fei!
Pushing open the door and blocking the heads, the man entered the house.
"The next step is to get the keys."
The man had forgotten a lot of things, but he was extremely familiar with this room, as if he had always lived here. He knew clearly the location of every ghost in the room, and each ghost corresponded to a kind of pain in his mind.
After luring the mother into the bedroom, obtaining ropes and restraints, and luring the bodies and the girl's head out of the refrigerator, he started a fire in the kitchen.
While hunting ghosts, be distracted by smashing the mirror.
The man did everything to the second. He entered the bedroom three times. The first time, he lured the little devil out from the pile of toys, and then he killed the little devil using the hair in the refrigerator and the bathroom.
The second time he cut off the arm behind the door and stabbed the hanged man's heart with a sharp knife hidden in the pile of toys.
Before the blood-stained clothes appeared, he evacuated the room and moved the bedroom sofa to block the master bedroom door to prevent his mother from coming out.
Then he opened the second bedroom for the third time, and at this time Xueyi was absorbing the negative energy of the hanged ghost.
After it had eaten the hanged ghost clean, the man opened his arms and put on the bloody clothes.
With his blood-stained clothes on, tiny blood vessels pierced the man's skin, slowly sucking his blood but also protecting his vital parts.
The desk was kicked over and ghosts crawled out from under it, almost filling the room.
The man looked at the horrifying scene with a blank expression. His short-term memory was amazing and he even remembered every move of the ghost.
When countless ghosts pounced on him, he dodged between the skinny arms. It was as if both sides had discussed and rehearsed it in advance, and those arms and claws were always just a hair's breadth away from him.
He led most of the ghosts to the bathroom and strangled them with the hair there. Then he surrounded and killed the remaining ghosts with a kitchen knife in his hand and a bloody shirt on.
After making sure that all the ghosts were killed, his body was also sucked of a lot of blood by the blood-stained clothes. At this time, he rushed into the kitchen and threw himself into the fire.
The raging fire burned the body and the blood-stained clothes. He stared at the screaming blood-stained clothes with cold eyes until the last piece of blood-stained clothes turned to ashes, and then he left.
"The clothes used in the killing were burned."
Dragging his almost disabled body, the man picked up everything he could find around him and smashed it against the bathroom mirror.
When the last lens fell off the frame, the woman's screams and black hair in the bathroom disappeared.
Turning around silently, the man looked towards the second bedroom.
He counted the time, and three seconds later, a disfigured boy crawled out from under the bed.
The child had an innocent expression, but his body was constantly deforming. Thick blood vessels were pouring out of his body, and he exuded a strong malice.
The younger brother turned into a monster that devoured everything in the room, including toys, food, light, and the love of his parents.
The monster was becoming more and more terrifying and disgusting. If the man didn't take action, he would be swallowed up.
"According to the instructions on the medical record, after killing all the ghosts, you have to kill the evil ghost in your brother to pass the level. But is there really an evil ghost in your brother?"
The monster in front of him was getting closer and closer. The man was covered in wounds, and his eyes became calmer and calmer. "I forgot why I came here, but I remember someone told me to kill all the ghosts and save all the people."
The man raised the kitchen knife, but did not hurt the monster. Instead, he pointed the tip of the knife at himself: "No matter how hideous and terrifying my brother becomes, he is still a human in your memory. The reason why I can't leave until now is because there is still a ghost in this house that has not been killed."
The kitchen knife was pressed against his neck, and the man still remembered his own photo in the frame at the door.
"The last ghost is me."
He cut his neck with the tip of the knife, and the room, which had been relatively normal, was seeping blood everywhere, and everything began to reveal its true nature.
