My Healing Game

The bathroom door was half open, and the **** man hung where the red skirt was before. His body seemed to be boneless, hanging softly.

The blood slid down his coat little by little, dripped on the ground, and dyed the white tiles red.

Looking at the bathroom, Han Fei felt a hand gripping his throat severely, making him unable to breathe. At this time, his hands and feet were cold, and his eyes seemed to have frozen.

It was not a red dress that swayed in the dark, but a person dyed red with blood.

The wound was hidden under the uniform of the security guard, blood stains soaked through the coat, and the man's head was hung down. Judging from the shape of his face, he looked a lot like the young security guard Xiaofang.

The windows of the bathroom didn't seem to be closed tightly, and Xiao Fang, who was hung in the bathroom in the dark, suddenly raised his hand.

He took out a pair of sharp scissors from his pocket!

The scissors were stained with blood and red cloth. Xiao Fang once said that he would use these scissors to cut the red skirt.

Five fingers held the scissors, and then he began to cut towards his skin.

The dark red blood flowed out instantly, but Xiao Fang didn't feel the pain. He moved faster and faster, feeling like he had been caught by an evil spirit, completely out of control.

The heart was beating so badly that Han Fei wanted to remind him, but he seemed to be pressed by a ghost, unable to move or speak.

Struggling desperately, using all his strength to resist, at the last moment, the blood-red lines on Han Fei's arm began to flow, and the pain of steel needles pierced with flesh, Han Fei suddenly woke up.

He yelled loudly, and a Ji Ling, who was asleep at some time, got up from the ground and swept around with a bright flashlight.

"Toilet! Go and save Xiaofang!"

There was no need for Han Fei to speak, Xiao Fang's screams were already heard in the bathroom.

He fell to the ground with several wounds on his body.

"Xiao Fang, why did you run into the bathroom in the middle of the night?" Hua Ge saw Xiao Fang covered in blood, and he was frightened.

"I don't know. I just fell asleep and had a dream, as if the red dress was back. I want to destroy it, and plan to cut it into pieces and bury it in the soil..." Fang's eyes were red, and the pain distorted his face: "When I woke up, I was already here. Brother Hua, what is going on? Did I get the red skirt on my upper body!"

Xiao Fang's voice was full of fear, and he was completely panicked.

Before Han Fei suggested giving away the red skirt, Xiaofang suggested that the red skirt should be cut or burned, and then buried in the soil. Now these things have not happened to the red skirt, but instead happened to him!

Seeing Xiaofang’s miserable appearance, Hua Ge was distressed and frightened. He was about to approach the young security guard to treat the wound. Suddenly he seemed to have seen something, and his steps stopped directly: "Xiao, Xiao Fang, you Behind!"

Xiao Fang, who was already scared to death, heard that Brother Hua said so, he turned his head quickly, it didn't matter that he was scared, he almost peeed out of fright.

The blood-red dress was attached to his back, and it felt like a drowning man, clinging to the back of the people around him, trying to drag him into the deep pool together.

With a scream, Xiao Fang grabbed the red skirt and was about to throw it to the ground, but thinking of what happened to him just now, he was a little scared, and finally only dared to gently put the red skirt in the bathtub.

"What can I do? Not only has it come back, but it also seems to be more reddish, just like drinking a lot of blood." Xiaofang sat on the toilet floor, his eyes full of fear.

Brother Hua seems to have experienced this: "Everything is coming again. When there is only one of us left, the red skirt is estimated to stop."

He found the medicine box and began to help Xiaofang bandage the wound.

This red skirt is fair in some respects. The blood on the surface of Xiao Fang's skin was cut. It looked scary, but it was all skin trauma.

"Brother Hua, what did you experience last time?" Han Fei was very curious about Brother Hua's previous experience. The other party was vague every time, and seemed unwilling to recall the scene at that time.

After hesitating for a long time, Brother Hua said: "The last time the red skirt appeared was a few months ago. At that time, there were four security guards in Building One, two experienced security guards with two newcomers. I remember clearly that night. The first half of the night was normal, but the red skirt appeared inexplicably in the second half of the night..."

He sighed softly: "We just threw the red skirt into the trash can at first, but when we were inspecting in the middle of the night, a newcomer suddenly fell from the building. The place where he fell happened to be the household garbage sorting downstairs. Box. The remaining three of us didn’t associate the incident with the red skirt at first, but in the next few days, red skirts kept appearing and haunted us all the time. The other two security guards also had accidents one after another, and in the end I was the only one left. When I was alone, the red skirt suddenly disappeared."

Hua Ge seemed to have said the original things, but many details were not revealed.

Han Fei didn’t think that the red skirt would suddenly disappear on its own. He suspected that Brother Hua had hidden something. The other party had not elaborated on how the other two security guards died. Han Fei had every reason to guess that Brother Hua personally killed the other two. Security.

This person is generally a good person, but few people can hold on to themselves when their lives are endangered.

Human nature is constantly colliding in the ghost building, like colorful flowers, and this is the meaning of the "flower pot", and it is exactly what the butterfly wants to see.

The room became depressed, Xiao Fang wanted to cry very much, he felt that he had been entangled by ghosts, and he would probably be the first person to die.

"I have the most contact with the red skirt, it will definitely not let me go..." When Xiaofang felt desperate in his heart, he suddenly saw the weak Han Fei picking up the red skirt in the bathtub: "You are the only one of the three of us. People who have not touched the red dress, I advise you not to get involved with it."

"I want to experiment with something." This is the first time Han Fei has touched the red dress. He held it in his hand and carefully felt the touch from his fingertips.

The workmanship of this skirt is average, not very high-quality materials, but it feels very comfortable to touch, as if touching smooth human skin.

There are not many patterns on the skirt, but it is very delicate. The original owner seems to like this skirt very much. He obviously feels soaked in blood, but there is a faint fragrance.

"Um... what experiment do you want to do?" Brother Hua interrupted Han Fei, his eyes looked at Han Fei as if he had seen "abnormal".

"Wait a minute." Han Fei took the red skirt and entered the bedroom. He opened the sheets and put the skirt under the bed: "Let's turn off the lights and go out first."

The room where the lights are turned on is completely different from the room where the lights are turned off. Han Fei wants to see if the red skirt can get rid of what the takeaway ghost sends under the bed.

If that thing is killed by the red skirt, Han Fei can try to infer the conditions that the red skirt and other ghosts probably need to meet.

When the other two security guards didn't quite understand what Han Fei was going to do, they turned off the lights and left the room.

Just as the three of them had just walked out of the room, there was a scream in Room 1044. The sound lasted for a full minute, and the three security guards who heard it all had goose bumps.

When the screams stopped, Han Fei hid behind Brother Hua, and the three reentered the house.

Turn on the light, everything is normal, and nothing seems to happen in the bedroom.

But when Han Fei opened the sheets, everyone's cold sweat was shed.

The red skirt was left in place, but there was a large amount of blood stained under the bed, as if a blood-filled balloon had been squeezed out under the bed.

"Do you remember what I said before? The takeaway sent something into the house, and that thing should have been killed by now." Han Fei held up the red skirt: "This skirt not only kills people, but also kills ghosts." , Maybe we shouldn’t resist her, but learn to coexist with her."

"Coexist with a red skirt?"

“I’m going to put it in another way and it’s easier for you to understand.” Han Fei solemnly held the red skirt: “Room 1044 was originally her room. We are only renting the tenant. Since it’s a tenant, does the landlord know? Rent collection?"

"Yes." Xiaofang and Brother Hua nodded ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Money is useless to them. Our life is rent. If we don't want to die, should we pay her other rent? For example, something in the blood sacrifice building? "Han Fei has already had an idea in her heart: "She seems to like the ‘items’ sent by the takeaway very much. Before we left the room, she couldn’t wait to do it. In this case, it is better for us to give the takeaway ghost to her. "

"Takeaway ghost?" Brother Hua didn't know how Han Fei came up with this.

"We are the security of the community and we need to maintain public order in the community. The red skirt is also considered as the owner. The takeaway ghost sneaks into the owner's home and hides under the owner's bedroom bed. Do you think he should be punished?" Han Fei said very reasonable. Under his persuasive temptation, Xiaofang and Hua Ge also agreed.

Before he knew it, Han Fei had become the core of this trio group, which he didn't even realize.

"Now it's time to patrol in the middle of the night, let's go together."

Under the surprised gaze of Hua Ge and Xiaofang, Han Fei folded the red skirt, and they realized that what Han Fei said was going to patrol with the red skirt.