My Healing Game

The remarks of the lunatic cannot be thought deeply, but in order to find out the body of the butterfly, Han Fei not only thought deeply about the words on the wall, but also prepared to write down every word.

When he had carried more than half of it, the living room door was opened and Xu Qin walked in from outside.

"There are few living people in the building. The situation is not so good. We will find a way to get the mask as soon as possible, and then leave here."

"Do I have to use a mask to leave?" Han Fei was a little confused: "The flesh and blood factory in Animal Lane has been destroyed, and the rules here should have also changed."

"The manager of Animal Lane is a mystery. All the rules are made by him. As long as he is not dead, we have to abide by his rules." Xu Qin mentioned the most critical point. There are all special buildings in the Deep World. Their own managers, before the death of the manager, they are in control of everything in the building. They are both the makers of the rules and the executors of the rules.

"Don't everyone know who the manager is?"

"No one has ever seen him, that is, no one can live after knowing who he is, and from this, he can see his horror." Xu Qin expressed her concern: "Can control such a huge area, Independent of this, the manager of the livestock lane should be very strong."

"Understood, what shall we do next?"

"Go to the writer's room first. If you really can't complete the task of finding someone, then you can only kill the person who posted the task." Xu Qin is very direct, this woman has a special charm.

The three quietly walked out of the room. Under Xu Qin's leadership, they avoided all traps along the way and came to a room on the fourth floor.

"This is the writer's house?"

After pushing open the door and seeing the scene inside, Han Fei was stunned.

The author’s room in the deep world is different from reality. Butterflies specimens are everywhere on the walls, cabinets, and desks.

The writer seems to have made specimens of all kinds of butterflies in the world and collected them in his room.

In reality, there is nothing related to butterflies in the writer's room, but it is completely different in the deep world. It seems that all important clues are retained by the writer in the deep world.

"It seems that the writer also expected that the butterfly will definitely erase everything related to it." In fact, the butterfly has done more thoroughly, not only erasing traces of its own existence, but also killing all those who want to detect secrets. Die without leaving any hidden dangers.

Only in the deep world can Han Fei see the author's real room and see a real him.

The author's pen name is Spider, but his room does not have a spider-related object. Instead, there are books and specimens related to butterflies everywhere.

His research on butterflies has reached the point of being enchanted. He is not only tracing tangible butterflies, but also looking for all kinds of things similar in appearance to butterflies, as well as legends and strange stories with butterflies.

"Seeing this, do you think the owner of the house is an entomologist?" Xu Qin followed Han Fei into the room: "Don't be confused by the appearance, the house owner's occupation and normal life have nothing to do with butterflies, he is Suddenly went crazy from a certain stage."

Standing in the room and looking at any place, you can see the beautiful patterns on the wings of the butterfly, but after watching it for a long time, I feel sick and horrible inexplicably.

The lines on the wings look like evil eyes, peeping into the hearts of living people.

After searching the living room, Han Fei entered the study room. The moment he opened the door, he was shocked again.

The walls of the entire room are painted with certain patterns, standing in the room, as if being wrapped in the huge wings of a butterfly.

The gorgeous and dreamy wings gave Han Fei a feeling of suffocation at this time. He could hardly imagine how the writer worked here.

"The Butcher's House is the spider's atrium, and these patterns should be manifested by something in the author's heart."

Looking through the bookcase and opening the drawer, Han Fei found a strange thing after searching for a long time.

The author's room is full of various books, but the only ones he wrote are not available.

"The people in this building seem to only know the author, but they don't know that the author's pen name is Spider. It feels a bit strange." Looking up at the window, Han Fei noticed another anomaly.

In reality, where the wind chimes are hung from the writer's window, there is something like amulets hanging here.

Han Fei stepped on a chair to remove the amulet. When he accidentally touched the roof, he accidentally found that a certain part of the ceiling was hollowed out.

With both hands hard, Han Fei removed a wooden plank covered with paint, and a corpse of butterflies fell from the top of his head.

"How many butterflies did he kill?"

Among the pile of butterfly bodies, Han Fei found a handwritten first draft.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully discovered the hidden quest item-Unnamed Hope (incomplete)."

The first draft did not have a name or a table of contents, it was more like an essay.

Blowing off the incomplete wings of the butterfly on it, Han Fei opened the first draft to view it.

"I don't know when the world in my eyes has changed. I recorded everything I saw. This is obviously reality, but everyone said it was a story after reading it."

"Maybe you will also be curious about what I saw? It starts with a dream..."

The first half of the manuscript is similar to the eighth deputy personality. Butterflies appear in a dream and want to enter reality through the writer.

However, unlike the No. 8 deputy personality, the butterfly has never succeeded in killing the writer, either in dreams or in reality.

He escaped from the butterfly's pursuit again and again, and finally even wanted to kill the butterfly.

In the constant contact, the writer slowly discovered one thing, the butterfly is real, it comes from a corner of the deepest dreamland, that corner seems to be connected to a world full of despair and pain.

The other party appeared in the image of a butterfly, but behind the butterfly's wings, the writer gradually saw a person's shadow.

At first, the writer suspected that the other person, like himself, was able to see another world, but as contact increased, he began to waver~www.readwn.com~ He felt that the butterfly seemed to be from the world full of despair and pain. Flying out of it.

Han Fei felt that he was getting closer and closer to finding the body of the butterfly. When he read the manuscript, he even memorized it directly.

At the end of reading, when Han Fei was most engaged, he suddenly found that the most important part of the manuscript had been torn off. Someone seemed to have come here one step earlier.

"There are only a few other personalities that can be found here. Who will take the rest?"

Now Han Fei has two choices, kill everyone to find the first draft, or share this secret with all the deputy personalities in the building.

"How? Do you have any clues?" Xu Qin pointed to the mask on his face, and Han Fei instantly understood what she meant.

"It is estimated that no writer will be found in a short time. Let's take another plan."

The manuscript was a task item identified by the system. Han Fei directly received it in his inventory. He took a last look at the room surrounded by butterfly wings, and then walked towards the room of Vice-Personality No. 6 with Xu Qin.