My Healing Game

Han Fei did not accept Zhan Lele’s gift. Although he is not as serious as before, he is still not very good at interpersonal communication. In other words, his interpersonal skills have begun to develop in another direction under the exercise of a certain game. .

　　 After returning home, Han Fei had a full meal. He used to eat frugally in order to one day buy a house of his own.

　　 But since he played the healing game, his heart knot has been opened directly, the house? Ticket? These things are too vulgar!

　　 He just wants to be able to quietly watch the sunrise every day and savor the beauty of life.

　　 "Why didn't I find the food in the gourmet shop downstairs so delicious before?"

　　 After clearing the table briefly, Han Fei stared blankly at the wall covered with photos of victims.

　　 "My monster roommate's greatest wish is to catch the murderer, but how do I face such a vicious murderer?"

"I'm just an actor with eighteen lines, but the other party is meticulous in logic, good at disguising, and has a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance. Even killing eight people can still avoid the perverted murderer who is searched by the police! If I really find clues to the opponent, Will the guy kill me in reality?"

　　Han Fei's face gradually deteriorated. Investigating the murder alone and getting closer to the real murderer is not a cool thing, but a very, very dangerous thing.

　　 "I need to cooperate with the police, but I can't reveal the existence of the game, and the more people who know me, the more likely that murderer will come to him."

　　 "He is in the dark now, and I am also in the dark, everyone is still safe. If I go to the light by myself, he will definitely try to get rid of me."

　　 clenched his fists, Han Fei was very self-aware, he is now a scum with only five individual strength.

　　 "The game can be quit, but the reality is not." Han Fei stood up from the sofa: "I can't be so decadent anymore."

　　 Turning on the computer, Han Fei directly ordered a metal tactical pen, a swing stick, a bright flashlight, and an electric shock wolf device.

　　 Then he opened the relevant website and purchased a large number of courses on criminal psychology, self-defense, and survival teaching. In this era where payment for knowledge has been thoroughly popularized, as long as he is willing to spend money, he can buy really useful knowledge.

　　 "I was a waste of time before. I should enrich my life."

　　 Be positive, exercise, and constantly study and recharge outside of work. People who don’t know the truth will think Han Fei is a very sunny and cheerful person.

　　 After making a plan, Han Fei began to study seriously. He not only had to figure out the murderer’s psychology, but also how to rescue the victim from despair, both of which are related to his life.

　　 At about midnight, Han Fei locked the doors and windows and put on a gaming helmet with some hesitation.

　　 "The last time I quit was on the third floor, I want to prevent that little ghost from guarding the corpse, and run directly to the fourth floor after logging in to the game!"

　　Connect all the lines, and when midnight arrives, the world in front of Han Fei becomes blood-red.

　　 "Welcome to perfect life! Now you can..."

　　 Before the cold mechanical synthesis sound in his mind finished speaking, Han Fei opened his eyes, that is, at that moment, his face became very bad.

　　 Fingers were frozen by the coolness from the ring, Han Fei looked up, the door on the third floor was ajar, and a child who couldn't see his face was sitting at the door of the room!

　　 "He is waiting for me!"

　　 Goose bumps popped up in an instant, and Han Fei thought that his psychological endurance had been greatly improved, but at this moment he realized that he was too naive, and the horror of this underworld game far exceeded his imagination.

"I haven't finished the task yet, I haven't stayed for three hours. If I was dragged into the room by that kid..." Han Fei couldn't think any further. He tried to move back, but the child lifted up as soon as he moved. head.

　　 In the dark corridor, Han Fei only felt that his back was cold when he was stared at by children who could not see clearly.

　　 "I should have a chance to get to the fourth floor when I run up desperately. The problem is that I have to open the door." Han Fei was almost desperate, but at this moment the kid suddenly stood up.

　　 When Han Fei was puzzled, the security door behind him was suddenly opened.

"Come in!"

　　 A force pulled Han Fei back, as if to let him enter the house.

　　 After hearing the familiar voice, Han Fei did not hesitate.

　　 There was only one chance, and he quickly cooperated with the opponent to accelerate back.

　　 With both eyes watching the child start to crawl frantically, Han Fei retreated into the grandma's house with a slight difference.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The anti-theft door was heavily closed, and the sound of crippling nails was constantly coming from outside the door. Han Fei sat down on the ground, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

　　 "Are you okay?" Meng Shi coughed a few times, and she helped Han Fei up from the ground.

　　 "Grandma, if you don't help me this time, I guess it's over! Thank you!" Han Fei was sincerely grateful to each other.

　　 "Why did you suddenly run to the third floor?" Meng Shi's face was very bad, and her body seemed to get worse.

　　 "My house is haunted! In addition, I still have something to ask you." Han Fei is not acting, his house is really haunted. UU reading www.uukānshu. com

　　 "Wait for a while, let me see if the child has gone." The old lady placed the red candle on the table next to the security door, the fire shining on the wall, and Han Fei realized that there was no light in the house.

　　 The old man stared at the beating flames and the shadows on the wall, and after a long time he spoke: "There is no shadow of a child, he didn't follow."

　　 "What the **** is going on with that kid? He looks so scary!" Han Fei only now eased the energy.

　　 Meng Shi did not speak, holding the candle, walking tremblingly towards the back room.

"Grandma, there was a short interval between when I met the child and when you opened the door. Are you always standing at the door of the room? Or did you happen to find me?" Han Fei was a little puzzled, he knew that the old lady was not a bad person. , But there is nothing wrong with being careful.

"I've always been in the room looking at the opposite door." Meng Shi put the red candle on the table and sighed. The wrinkles on her face deepened: "Chen Chen is gone, I suspect that he ran in. In the opposite room."

　　 "Did Chenchen lost?" Han Fei was also surprised.

　　 "Hey, do you know why I always lock Chenchen in the bedroom?" The old lady sat weakly on the chair.

　　 "Why?" Han Fei was really curious. He remembered the first time he came to the old man's house. At that time, the old man opened the lock on the bedroom door and called Chenchen to come out for dinner.

　　 Han Fei almost forgot this detail, and now he thinks of it and realizes something is wrong.

"Because Chenchen always goes out to play with that non-existent child. I found out a long time ago. Chenchen always has an unfamiliar name in his mouth, and he often sits alone on the fan. Next to Thu Paper’s room door, he kept saying something, as if he was communicating with another child."