My Healing Game

After Xu Qin left, Han Fei began to check the house.

This room used to belong to Deputy Personality No. 8. There may be some useful clues left in the room.

"The layout of all the rooms in the entire building are similar, and they are very similar to the room types in the yard of the meat joint factory, even the shrines placed in the house are exactly the same."

Stopping in the corner of the living room, Han Fei noticed the shrine when he first entered the room, but his injury was still not healed at the time, so he didn't move.

"Whether in reality or in the beast alleys of the deep world, there are a large number of shrines in the buildings where the writer lives, but he clearly mentioned in "The Butcher's House" that he clearly does not believe in gods."

Slowly removing the black cloth on the shrine, Han Feigang was about to open the small wooden door on the shrine, and suddenly stopped him crying.

"Do you feel the danger?"

Cry like an enemy, like a frightened wild cat.

Looking at the blood stains leaking from the gap in the shrine, Han Fei finally did not open the small door: "The blood on the shrine has dried up. The small door to the gods should have not been opened for a long time. I still don't risk it, wait. It’s better for Xu Qin to come back and ask for her opinion."

The entire room was cleaned very clean, everything was neatly placed, the owner even felt a little obsessive-compulsive, even the distance between the decorations was the same.

The living room, kitchen, and bathroom feel very good, but after entering the bedroom, the situation has completely changed.

Bloody gauze and clothes were thrown everywhere on the floor, the bed was torn and ragged with a knife, and dry and coagulated blood stains could be seen everywhere.

The overhead lamp was smashed, the wardrobe was overturned, the desk was sawn away, and all the places in the bedroom where people could hide were destroyed.

The windows are cemented to death, and the white wall coverings are covered with fonts dug out with knives and nails, crooked and slanted all over the room, the dazzling blood-red text seems to contain the pain of the owner, just take a look , I feel uncomfortable all over.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, a picture appeared in front of Han Fei.

At midnight, a woman who was awakened from a nightmare went into madness, her temperament changed drastically out of control, madly destroying the surroundings.

Destruction without purpose is to vent the fear in the heart, but also to enhance one's sense of security.

"The eighth vice-personality female chef, her character is second only to the writer in complexity, why does a person suffering from serious cleanliness become a bloodthirsty butcher?"

In order to clarify this problem, Han Fei entered the bedroom, he carefully identified the crazy words on the wall.

There is a saying among psychiatrists that you can walk into the heart of a madman, but don’t try to think in his way, let alone understand him.

What Han Fei is doing now is a very dangerous thing. He has not received systematic training. He just wants to restore the fear of the No. 8 deputy personality experience through continuous understanding and find out the reason for the change.

Looking at the words on the wall, fingers touched the knife marks and dig marks. When the other party was in a mental disorder, he seemed to feel no pain at all, and there was flesh and blood in those words.

Wrapped by a house of words like this, Han Fei slowly immersed himself in the experience of the eighth deputy personality.

"I forgot when I dreamed of that thing for the first time. At first, it seemed to be hiding in the crowd and passing by me inadvertently, but then I didn't know why, it seemed to have entangled me."

"That thing seems to keep appearing in my dreams, no matter what kind of dreams I have, it will always be there."

"Most of the time it will become a strange passer-by, and will not have any contact with me, it will only look at me from a distance."

"But from a certain time, everything has changed. That thing is approaching me."

"I can feel that it is getting closer and closer to me. Sometimes although it does not appear, I can still feel its gaze. I know it is right by my side."

"I don't understand why I have such a strange dream? Why do I have to suffer such a sin? The reality is tired enough, and I can rest well in the dream, but now it is not safe even in the dream."

"On the seventh day of dreaming of that thing, something really bad happened."

"At that time, I dreamed that my pet cat jumped on the window sill. It seemed to be scared to stay in my room. I wanted to hug it, but when it saw me coming, it jumped out of the window."

"I hurried to the window, and when I looked down, I was pushed by a huge force behind me."

"Someone was in my house and pushed me downstairs!"

"When the body fell, I saw it standing at the window of my house."

"I don't know it, but it wants to kill me. I really can't think of a reason."

"The death of that night was only the beginning. In the following dreams, I was killed by that thing time and time again. It has various methods, constantly killing me, and awakening me from my dreams!"

"I didn't dare to sleep all night, and I was facing a mental breakdown. I didn't know what to do. As soon as I close my eyes, that thing will appear in my dreams!"

"I don't remember how many times I was killed. Gradually, I began to have hallucinations. I couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming, but the pain is real. Sometimes I think I'm in reality, but after I was killed by it, I realized that it was just a dream."

"My spirit is on the verge of collapse, and the boundary between reality and dreams has become blurred~www.readwn.com~ When I can’t distinguish reality from dreams, that thing seems to have been brought into reality by me from the dream. It uses My consciousness spanned dreams and reality, and got into my mind."

"Yes, I can clearly feel its existence, whether in a dream or in reality, the butterfly-shaped imprint is the best proof."

After reading the crazy writing on the wall, Han Fei's back was soaked unknowingly, his eyes fixed on the words of the butterfly mark.

"Does the eighth deputy personality refer to a butterfly?"

"The butterfly was not something in reality at the beginning, but came out of a nightmare?"

Han Fei didn't know what the butterfly's body was until now. Among all the people who have fought with the butterfly, only the spider has seen the real butterfly.

"All eight deputy personalities have died. The spider paid such a high price. What weakness did he master the spider?"

The clues hidden in the Butcher's House are far more than Han Fei imagined, and the mystery about the butterfly seems to be unveiled here.