My Healing Game

Qiangwei's plan didn't tell anyone, and he didn't even dare to think about it often, for fear of being seen by someone who could read minds.

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Regarding the person f, Qiangwei's inner fear is greater than trust. He does not know how many players will survive to the end in the future that f sees, and f will never share the future he sees with others, only tell everyone how to go Do.

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Everyone blindly followed f, but f did not regard the player as a companion, but rather regarded the player as a valuable tool.

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Rose doesn't deny F's ability, but he doesn't like F's way of doing things.

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As f predicted the future again and again, the players all gathered around f, and there were fewer and fewer people Qiangwei could trust, which aggravated his anxiety.

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Qiangwei doesn't like this feeling very much. Rather than follow others to predict the future, he prefers to grasp his own destiny with his own hands.

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The players have come to the fourth building, but more troublesome things have appeared.

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The singing sounded in everyone's ears, and their souls seemed to be separated from their bodies and pulled somewhere.

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"This song seems to be evoking the soul?"

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I can't see the person singing, and I can't find the source of the voice. The fantasy in other nightmares only affects one person. Only this song covers the whole community.

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It seems to represent an unknown power that transcends hatred. Even in nightmares, it still carries an unspeakable horror.

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"Don't be disturbed! Hold your mind!" f was also affected by the singing voice, he felt it more clearly than anyone else, the singing voice seemed to be particularly aimed at him, as if he wanted to tell a desperate tragedy in his mind .

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He waved the black knife irritably. The closer f was to the floor where Han Fei was, the greater the impact of the nightmare. He is determined and can bear it, but the players behind him are reaching their limits one by one.

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To make matters worse, the residents and hidden ghosts in the community were also disturbed by Han Fei's nightmares, and all the ghosts hiding behind the doors went mad.

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The screams were endless. When their lives were threatened, the police trapped in the community began to take out their guns to fight back.

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Various voices sounded, the silence was broken, but the fear was not eliminated.

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When all the players reached the third floor of Building No. 4, Han Fei in Room 444 also reached an agreement with Yan Le's parents that as long as Han Fei could help Yan Le through this disaster, Yan Le's mother would help him unconditionally.

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To be honest, Yan Le's current situation is not optimistic, and Yan Le's mother feels it herself.

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Meng just regarded their mother and daughter as chess pieces, but in order to save her daughter's life, she knew she was being used, so she could only choose to cooperate with Meng. The daughter was her only one and occupied all her love.

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Now that the dream's purpose has been achieved, it wants the incarnation of the butterfly bred in Yan Le's body to fly out with a maze pattern. As for Yan Le's life and death, it has nothing to do with it.

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"Everyone in the city who has held a resurrection ceremony and obeyed the guidance of dreams has a cocoon planted in their bodies, hiding a butterfly with a unique pattern." Yan Le's mother said, "I don't know where this city is. How many people are believers of dreams, they have great respect for ghosts and gods, most of them are completely blinded by dreams, in fact, they are all preparations made by dreams for their own resurrection."

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Yan Le's face was hideous, and there was a vicious light in her eyes. When her mother said that her dream was not good, Yan Le's soul began to resist. She seemed to be brainwashed by the butterfly. opinion.

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Seeing his daughter like this, the mother and middle-aged man in Yan Le's body were in great pain.

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The butterfly that completed the task wanted to fly out of Yan Le's stomach, and blood vessels bulged on the surface of Yan Le's skin, and finally gathered in her abdomen, forming a butterfly composed of blood vessels.

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Yan Legao's bulging belly was about to burst, and only a thin layer of her skin was left.

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You must know that she is only a teenage child, and even an adult can't bear this kind of pain.

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The souls of the dead were wailing, and they were sacrificed to resist with all their might. The girl who came back from the dead will soon burst her stomach and die in the most tragic way.

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"Butterfly is one of the incarnations of dreams. It can hide a person's mind and dreams. It is not easy to deal with it." Han Fei knew that Yan Le's mother loved her daughter very much, but this was not the reason why she killed others , other people's daughters are also daughters. The reason why Han Fei didn't turn against Yan Le's mother and daughter is because they understand dreams well, at least they can't die until they stop them.

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"You have told me so many things, and I will not break my promise. I will try my best to help Yan Le get back to normal." Han Fei entwined Yan Le, the paper and himself with a red rope, and then tangled all the necessary items for the resurrection ceremony. Things are all around.

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"What is this for?" Yan Le's mother was a little uneasy.

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"The butterfly of dreams is about to burst through your daughter's stomach. There's no way to lure it out with normal methods, so I'm going to use myself as a bait and find a way to force it into my mind."

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Ordinary people can't avoid butterflies. Even other managers of the park dare not let butterflies enter their minds, but Han Fei did the opposite and took the initiative to use his brain as a cage.

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"All your past memories are in your mind, consciousness is born, and soul is inhabited. It is the foundation of a person's existence. Are you sure you want to do this?" Yan Le's mother just woke up. She has never seen someone so cruel to herself. . Before, she thought that Han Fei was just pretending to help their mother and daughter, but Han Fei took out his brain as a bait without saying a word, which shocked her.

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"It doesn't matter, I, Han Fei, have always made a promise." Han Fei didn't tell Yan Le's mother, his mind was empty, his memory was blocked, and the butterfly would be fine no matter how much trouble he made, and he didn't tell the other party that his real idea was to use that one. Butterfly came to help him break the barrier that blocked his memory, and swallowed the maze tattoo that had been rubbed on his wings by the butterfly!

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Opportunities are often hidden in crises, and Han Fei is going to take a big gamble this time.

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Pulling the red rope, Han Fei and the paper figurine opened their eyes at the same time, and the curse that made everyone's scalp numb began to appear on Han Fei's body, and then spread to Yan Le along the red rope.

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Getting closer a little bit, Han Fei almost put his forehead on Yan Le's labyrinth lines. He would use a curse to force the incarnation of the dream out and force it into his mind.

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Thousands of different curses, with hatred, slowly soaked Yan Le's body.

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The soul of the dead in Yan Le began to scream, and the avatar of the dream in her belly fluttered its wings uneasily. Under the almost transparent belly, there was a huge human-faced butterfly staring at Han Fei.

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Seeing that Han Fei was so desperate, Yan Le's mother did not live up to Han Fei's good intentions. She took the initiative to cooperate, suppress those dead souls, and guide all the curses into her abdomen.

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It was the first time for everyone in the house to see such a scene. The black curse was like a waterfall, washing down Yan Le's body and soul. Slowly, every drop of blood in Yan Le's body contained Xu Qin's curse.

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Now as long as Han Fei has a thought, Yan Le will die completely, and her mother is also highly nervous.

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"You have nowhere to escape." Han Fei slowly tightened the red rope, a black fire ignited in the blood-colored paper man's eyes, and all the curses poured into the incarnation of the dream.

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The sound of flesh cracking came, blood flowed out, and in the terrifying sound, a huge colorful butterfly flew out of Yan Le's stomach.

The butterfly occupied all the colors in the night, like a dream, and the map of the paradise labyrinth was imprinted on its wings. It was mysterious and unpredictable. Coordinated black hatred.

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The curse and the red rope were pulling the wound on Yan Le's belly. Through the crack, Han Fei saw that a huge black cocoon remained in Yan Le's body.

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There are desperate faces on the cocoon, which are deeply embedded in Yan Le's organs, and have almost become part of her body.

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After the butterfly was forced out by Xu Qin's curse, the black cocoon also shattered, and the ugly cat guarding the door seemed to smell a fishy smell. Like before, it began to absorb some kind of black substance escaping from the black cocoon.

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The more it absorbs, the brighter the nine weird black lines on the body will become, and the black lines will also start to emit a strong atmosphere of ominous and calamity.

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There were curses all around, the butterfly had nowhere to escape, and it rushed directly into Han Fei's mind.

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The incarnation of this dream is much bigger than the previous one, and it should possess a lot of power in the dream.

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After the huge butterfly entered Han Fei's mind, the jealousy and hatred in Yan Le's eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by pain and fear, and now she looks like a normal schoolgirl.

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The eerie atmosphere in room 444 disappeared, and the vicious words all over the room became dim, and it didn't feel as gloomy as before.

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"Han Fei?" Li Guo'er wanted to come over, but Han Fei waved his hand to signal her to be optimistic about Fu Sheng and leave the rest alone.

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"My head hurts a little and I need to rest."

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"Your seven orifices are bleeding, and the skin on your face is cracking!" Li Guo'er was really anxious.

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"It's okay to have a slight skin injury." Han Fei hugged the paper figurine, grabbed his backpack, and walked to the innermost bedroom step by step: "Don't let other people in, I want to sleep for a while."

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"Is there anything I can help you with?" The boss came over, and Han Fei used his own brain as a container to save his daughter. This kind of self-sacrificing behavior is now too rare.

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"Put this videotape into the projector." Han Fei couldn't stand still, his eyes showed a maze pattern, and his empty mind was almost torn apart by butterflies. If someone came here, he would have been hurt to death.

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"You still want to continue watching the video?" The boss couldn't understand, but he still did as Han Fei said.

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He took the video tape that Han Fei brought out from the fourth floor of Building 1 of Xingfu Apartment, and put it into the projector. The rustling sound of electric current sounded, which might sound harsh to others, but it felt familiar to Han Fei.

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The contents of the videotape began to play. In the cold and terrifying dark room, seven mutilated ghosts looked at the man who was unconscious in the living room. That man was Han Fei.

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"This video seems to be shot from the ghost's point of view, intercepting their memories, is it my family's point of view?" Putting the blood-colored paper figurine next to the pillow, Han Fei rested on the paper figurine's legs and let the blood-colored paper People drive curses into their minds.

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On the screen, seven ghosts of different heights, shorts, fats and thins surrounded the unconscious Han Fei. The youngest child curiously stretched out his fingers and poked Han Fei's face.

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Feeling the temperature of his fingertips, the child was stunned. He turned his head 180 degrees and turned back to ask the other six ghosts for their opinions.

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In the haunted house where the victims of the human jigsaw puzzles lived, a living person suddenly ran in one night. The other party looked stupid and not very smart.

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Without waiting for the seven ghosts to agree, Han Fei on the ground woke up. He got up like a fool, stretched out his hand and clicked randomly in the void, and said some strange words in his mouth.

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"My head hurts so much, it feels like a hole has been opened in the back of my head."

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"Looking at the game introduction, this is a healing Sims game with an open world and no fixed gameplay. I can work hard to upgrade the characters to improve their attributes, and I can also talk to a virtual girlfriend and have virtual family and love."

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After saying these words, Han Fei heard a knock on the door, an old lady came to send warmth, and he foolishly followed them downstairs.

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The seven ghosts walked out of the hiding place and looked at the door of the room and looked at each other. It had been a long time since a living person had come to this room.

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They seemed unable to stay awake all the time, and after a short stay, they scattered all over the room.

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Not long after, Han Fei hurried back into the house, looking flustered, and locked the security door.

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After talking to himself, he decided to go into the bedroom to sleep.

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Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the male ghost who was lying on the bed rolled to the ground. He showed half of his face and looked at Han Fei suspiciously.

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I saw Han Fei lying on the bed with a kitchen knife, then hid his whole body under the quilt, only showing his two eyes, staring at the living room.

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The person in the quilt is looking at the scenery, and the ghost by the bed is looking at the person in the quilt.

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Neither side dared to move, until the night deepened.

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The younger victim in the living room couldn't stand the loneliness and ran around the room. The ghost who hid in the bathroom before felt that Han Fei should have fallen asleep, so he gently opened the bathroom door and prepared to come out.

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For everyone, today is the first day of the arrival of a new roommate. Someone is sleeping, and it is the most basic courtesy to act lightly.

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But just when the bathroom door opened, Han Fei, who was hiding under the quilt, seemed to be stimulated. He sat up wearing the red quilt, half-kneeled on the bed, and stared straight at the shadow beside the sofa.

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The victim who was squatting beside the sofa didn't know what he did wrong. He made eye contact with the victim who was standing beside Han Fei's bed, and warned each other not to scare the new roommate.

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Han Fei, who behaved abnormally, was dragging the time, and the two ghosts cooperated very well, but after a while, they found that Han Fei was still the same ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and felt a little bored.

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When they were about to leave, Han Fei, who was hiding under the quilt, suddenly hit a carp, and went straight to the security door with a kitchen knife.

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It was almost three o'clock in the morning. The new roommate ran to the corridor with a kitchen knife. The ghost at the door reached out to stop him, telling him that it was dangerous outside, but he had already rushed out.

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The seven victims walked out from all corners of the room. They were trying their best to maintain their remaining sanity. When they were discussing whether to pursue a new roommate, Han Fei's roar came from downstairs.

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"You call this a healing game?!"

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Sections of memories were played, and the seven victims of the human body puzzle stood from their own perspective, watching the autistic and not very smart social fear, and step by step became the head of the first building of the Happy Apartment.

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They watched Han Fei fight with outsiders, watched him try to overcome his fears and wanted to integrate into the family, watched him keep getting closer to everyone, watched him go out of the community for the first time, and directly took the store manager's The coffin was carried home...

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There are too many such pictures, and it is even more incredible that these warm and ordinary scenes all come from the memory of ghosts.

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The death video was still playing, and the corner of Han Fei's mouth trembled, and he slowly closed his eyes.

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More and more cracks appeared in the memory barrier in his mind, and Han Fei remembered something.

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"Looking at it this way, it is indeed a very healing game."