My Healing Game

"Is your father in the wind chime?"

Han Fei has dealt with many freaks. Compared to communicating with normal people, he is better at communicating with abnormal people. He even has his own judgment system and will make different response measures according to the degree of abnormality of the other party.

"He scattered his ashes in the wind. As long as the wind chimes rang, his soul will begin to communicate with me."

The pale-skinned man looked at the wind chimes, he seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of regret appeared on that young cheek that did not match his age.

"You seem to love your adoptive father?"

"Yes, I will come back here as long as I have time."

"Then why do you sell his brain to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?" Han Fei is not very good at chatting with people. The main reason is that he doesn't want to waste time.

The man's head slowly turned, he looked at Han Fei: "Who are you?"

"My name is Han Fei, and I play your father in "Mystery Novelist." Han Fei looked around and made sure that the other party was not carrying knives and there were no dangerous objects around before walking over: "Your father is what I have seen. The most complicated person, his heart is like a vast ocean, every time I try to figure out his emotions and stories, I feel as if I have to be dragged into the deep ocean."

"No one can play him." The man said with certainty.

"Really? Each of our nine actors plays a character of him, can't we restore him?"

"Adding the nine of you together, you can only fool the uninformed person at most. You are far from enough to restore the real him." The man looked at the wind chime again: "That's not a gap that acting skills can make up for. I will never understand if I have not experienced it."

"Experience? What have you experienced?" Han Fei was curious about every word the man said. This somewhat neurotic man was the most important breakthrough for Han Fei to understand spiders.

"I respect my father very much, and he loves me very much, but sometimes, he also wanted to kill me with his own hands." A smile appeared on the man's face completely incompatible with his age: "Does it sound very Absurd? But the reality is like this."

The man's words reminded Han Fei of the adoption file he found in the deep world. There were a lot of extra words on the file, including extremely dazzling handwriting such as killing and death.

"I have seen him slaughter livestock with a knife expertly, and I have seen him easily knock down young people who are much stronger than him. I have also seen him holding his head and shutting himself in a cabinet and crying. I have also seen him holding a knife. And the pen stared at my neck in the middle of the night."

"The first time I realized that he wanted to kill me was when I hadn't formed any concept of death, I couldn't understand why he did it like that."

"But I don't blame him, he wants to kill me, but he is still the one who protects me in the end."

"My father has multiple personalities. It is only one of them who wants to kill me. Most of the time, he is normal."

The man seems to be telling other people's stories, and it feels uncomfortable to live with the spider, but he did not hear the complaint about the spider from the man's words, but there was a trace of nostalgia in his words.

"Your father wants to kill you, but you don't blame him?" Han Fei wanted to see through the heart of the man in front of him.

"In your eyes, my father is a writer suffering from schizophrenia. You think his story is very mysterious and legendary. But in my eyes, he is the poorest person in the world. In self-betrayal." The man looked at the wind chimes silently, as if saying to himself: "You won't understand."

"Can you talk to me about him? I have read all his books and want to know what he really looks like." Han Fei sat next to the man.

Looking at the wind chimes, the man spoke again: "My father once told me that the bravest decision he made in his life was to adopt me."

"Since the onset of the illness, he has completely shut himself in a completely closed world. He refuses to communicate with the outside world. He is worried that he will lose control and that other personalities will harm close people.

"He has been living like this. I don't know why he changed in the last moments of his life. Maybe he doesn't want to surrender to fate. He has to use the last period of his life to prove one thing-no matter what he suffers. , He is still him, even if fate cannot shake him."

The man pointed to his heart: "I was not killed by him. I am grateful to him. I still miss him. From this point of view, he has won. He has won the arrangement of fate and won. The personality that wants to kill me has defeated that seemingly invisible hand that can control everything."

"Fate? Invisible hand?" Through the man's words, Han Fei slowly appeared in his heart.

The final battlefield between the spider and the butterfly is the adopted orphan. The butterfly cannot defeat the spider from the front, so I want the spider to kill the adopted child with his own hands, so that the spider's heart will be cracked!

The dead words in the adoption file are the same as the spider's handwriting, but the writing state is completely different from the spider's manuscript. From the side, it shows that the spider may be out of control at that time, or something is controlling him?

"Has your father said anything to you? Have you heard the word butterfly in his mouth?"

"butterfly?"

The wind outside the window suddenly rang a wind chime. In the strange wind chime, the man closed his eyes, his pale face seemed a little painful.

The loose black clothes seemed to be a mourning suit. He didn't answer Han Fei's question. He read strange syllables in his throat, then stood up, as if he was about to leave.

"Can't those two words be mentioned in this building? To tell you frankly, I was actually targeted by the butterfly. Like your father, I want to kill the butterfly now." Han Fei stopped the man: " I have no other choice. The thing has crawled out of the nightmare. It is getting closer and closer to me. I saw it just a few dozen minutes ago."

The man subconsciously moved away from Han Fei, and then he shook his head again: "It's impossible. Except for my father, no one can see it alive, and no one has the ability to make it appear."

"I don't know how things got to this point. At first, I was just for filming, but I accidentally assisted the police in uncovering the human body pattern from ten years ago and uncovered the butterfly's tail. Then I went to school to talk about the case. Zhong has formed a beam with it and broke a piece of its wings. Let me tell you so.” Han Fei stared at the man’s face, and the horror from the deep world emerged in his eyes unscrupulously: “Your father has fought the butterfly for so long. , It’s still no match. But my companions and I have won the butterfly once."

When Han Fei said these words, his own aura was completely different from before, and the **** feeling rushed over his face. Under his gentle appearance, it seemed that there was an evil ghost who had escaped from the depths of **** hidden.

He doesn't feel like an actor at all for the adopted spider child, but more like a butcher who only appears at the turn of midnight and dawn.

The man's face became paler, he thought for a long time, and finally stopped.

"If you can see it, it means you are not far from death. I don't know how to help you. Father didn't tell me anything. He just told me in the last moments of life..." The man looked pale. To Han Fei: "He said that I was the butterfly. He didn't win the butterfly because of me, and he didn't lose to the butterfly because of me. I don't understand the meaning of his words until now. Perhaps the thing that has been bothering him was once. Run into my head. If he wants to kill that thing, he must kill me, and if he kills me, he will lose."

Han Fei wrote down every word the man said. When the spider met the butterfly, the man was still a child. He was the chess piece of the butterfly and the battlefield of the spider.

Although the man didn't know the horror of the fight, his words could give Han Fei some inspiration.

"Butterfly knows how to use human nature best, and I want to avoid similar situations."

From the struggle in the depths of consciousness to the fight in reality, what the spider encountered in the first place is the same as Han Fei is now.

In the deep world, Han Fei was cursed by the death downstairs where the butterfly was. In reality, the human-like shadow was slowly approaching.

Butterflies rarely go all out like this. Most people don't deserve to be targeted by butterflies. For more than a decade, only Spiders, Han Fei and Huang Ying have received this treatment.

"It seems that I have misunderstood you a bit, but I still don't understand why you sell the spider's brain to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?" Han Fei has never heard of such a deal before. The brain is the most mysterious part of the human body. With all the secrets of a person's life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Father is the smartest person I have ever seen, so smart that even with brain disease, he can still live with other personalities and still behave like a normal person. But he himself knew that his brain was different. He knew that I couldn't keep his brain, so he went to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical before he died. "The man is still looking at the wind chimes: "Everything is the father's decision. I just helped him fulfill his last wish." "

Passing by Han Fei, when the man left the room, he seemed to say to himself: "I hope you can live. I remember my father said to me that there is no weakness in that thing, but the more afraid you are , It will become more terrifying."

The man's words reminded Han Fei of the reminder Jin Sheng had given him. The more scared he was in the dead building, the lower his chance of survival.

"Don't worry, I'm very courageous." Han Fei waved his hand: "You have to live your life. By the way, I don't know how to call you yet?"

"My name is Wugui. It is the name my father gave me. He didn't let me follow his surname. He was worried that he would pass on his bad luck to me."

Pushing open the door, the pale-skinned man disappeared in the corridor.