My Healing Game

The sharp knife pierced the skin, and the clothes of the villain in the painting were stained red with blood.

Han Fei looked at the painting waving in A Meng's hand, and his face instantly became very bad.

Reaching out and grabbing A Meng's shoulders, Han Fei lifted the child up and stared at the other's tender cheeks.

"You called Xu Qin away. Why are you alone now?"

The most dangerous devil tends to dress up as an angel. In the deep world, one must not easily believe in a person, even if he looks like a child without the strength of his hands.

"Draw, draw..."

Ameng vigorously waved the drawing paper on his hand, the more he was afraid to speak, the more he stammered, unable to utter a complete word for a long time.

"Why did Xu Qin stick the knife in her body? Where is she now?" Han Fei knew that it was troublesome to communicate with A Meng. He put A Meng down, opened A Meng's schoolbag, and put the paper and pen directly on it. In front of the other person: "Draw what you want to say."

Seemingly knowing that time is running out, A Meng, who is still in shock, draws on the paper with a pen.

Two little masked men were sitting at the dining table. On the chopping board of the dining table was a fragmented person.

The little man in the mask pointed at the person on the chopping board, talking and laughing. There were a few little people standing far away from the dining table, among them a woman with long hair wearing a chef's hat.

It's a rough color pen drawing, but it looks strange and horrible indescribable.

Han Fei glanced at A Meng with his left light, wondering in his heart: "What has this kid seen?"

Li Zhao, who was standing next to Han Fei, also saw this painting. His slender body was bent at ninety degrees, and his head was almost on Han Fei's shoulders: "It feels like someone in the building has been dealt with? By the dining table. There are a total of nine chairs, but including the chef, there are only eight people in the painting. The one less person should be the one on the chopping board. Has anyone in this building disappeared recently?"

"Author? The missing writer was eaten?" Han Fei took the painting in his hand, and then looked at Ameng: "What does this have to do with Xu Qin?"

Ameng held a pen, circled the chef in red, and drew an arrow on the paper to point the chef to the table.

"The next thing they want to eat is Xu Qin?" After contacting a painting, Han Fei knew that Xu Qin was a curse polymer, and the body was a curse on the knife. She would pierce all the knives into the body completely. Fuse with the curse to reach the strongest state.

Being able to push Xu Qin to such a degree means that the people in the building have already begun to attack her.

Taking out the mortal butcher knife from the inventory, Han Fei squatted in front of Ameng: "Among the two people wearing masks by the dining table, are there you?"

A Meng shook his head desperately. He pointed to his face and stammered: "I, I don't have a mask. My mask was taken away."

Perhaps to increase the persuasive power, Ameng picked up a pen and drew a doctor's coat on one of the masked villains. He pointed at the villain timidly, repeating the word doctor in his mouth.

"One of the murderers who killed the writer was a doctor? This is not the same as in reality. Could something happen in the deep world?"

No longer wasting time, Han Fei motioned to A Meng to take him to find Xu Qin immediately.

He did not completely trust Ameng, but now he has no better choice.

The sub-personality of the spiders in the Butcher's House seems to have a natural ability. No matter how the passages and scenes in the building change, they can easily find the right path. It feels as if they are one with the building itself.

The blood stains in the building are much less, as if it has been cleaned. Han Fei found that this place is more and more similar to the real meat affiliate factory. The dreams seem to be moving closer to reality. The tragedies that have occurred in the past seem to be renewed. Reproduce it once.

Passing through the rooms and doors, A Meng finally brought Han Fei to the fourth floor of this huge complex. They stopped in front of a door that looked very ordinary.

"Xu Qin is in the house?" Han Fei asked Ameng to open the door. When the door panel opened, a strong smell of disinfectant water poured out of the room.

At a glance, there are pill bottles everywhere in the room. The furnishings in this room are exactly the same as the furnishings in the spider's house in reality!

"here it is?"

Han Fei looked at Ameng, and the child took a few breaths and pointed to the room: "Doctors, doctors' homes, the chefs have been here."

"Doctor's house?!" After hearing the child's answer, Han Fei's eyes widened. This house, which is exactly the same as the writer's room in reality, turned out to be the doctor's house!

This at least shows one thing, in the final stage of the spider's life, it is the assistant personality of the doctor that has occupied the position of the master personality!

Only in this way can it be explained why the spider's home in reality is the same as the doctor's home in the deep world.

"Could it be that the doctor is the personality bewitched by the butterfly? It will almost succeed in the end!"

Entering the house, Han Fei seemed to have returned to reality, this feeling is indescribable.

Looking at those medicine bottles and diagnostic reports, most of them are the same as in reality.

"The doctor personality is responsible for self-healing. The existence of the doctor personality itself implies that the spider is a patient and an abnormal person. Starting with the doctor personality, the butterfly is indeed the most likely to defeat the spider."

The layout of the house is no different from reality, and Han Fei even remembers the location of each item.

After checking the living room and kitchen, Han Fei entered the bedroom.

When he looked at the bookshelf, he finally found a place that was different from reality.

There are two thick case reports in the place where the two books "Livestock Alley" and "Butcher's House" should have been placed.

Han Fei picked up a book casually and read it. The content and pictures on it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Recently, the number of sick people in the alleys has begun to increase. The patients have the same symptoms, coughing, fever, and wheezing, rashes on the skin surface, and itching of the body for no reason."

"After preliminary consultation, all patients had bought and ate cooked food from the meat joint factory on the evening of the 4th."

"Excluding the possibility of food poisoning, patients with mild symptoms worsened after a week, with extremely itchy bodies, and many patients digged their bodies and developed self-injury."

"In the second week, most of the patients had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. They thought that something had gotten into the body, and hoped to undergo surgery. After examination, there was no foreign body in the body. The patient's weight did not change significantly, but the body suddenly became thinner, as if flesh and blood were Something sucks."

"In the third week, the skin of some patients began to crack, a large number of obvious bloodstains appeared on the body, and a small number of patients showed symptoms of skin ablation."

"In the fourth week, a large number of patients died in the alley. The specific diagnosed cases are as follows."

Looking at the reports ~www.readwn.com~Han Fei's heart was squeezed, but those were fresh lives.

After closing the first case report, Han Fei opened the second case report again.

The report on the second book is very detailed, recording the daily changes in the doctor's own body.

"There was no obvious change in your body on February 4..."

"On February 5th, the skin became itchy."

"On February 7, the first hearing hallucinations occurred."

"On February 15th, the body became significantly thinner, the skin was cracked, itching and pain existed at the same time, and the feeling of wanting to tear the body became stronger."

"On February 21, something obviously wanted to get out of my stomach, my skin began to dissolve, and my internal organs could be vaguely seen."

"On February 25th, all the drugs failed to take effect. The hallucinations and auditory hallucinations have completely penetrated the brain, and the surgery can't stop the physical lesions. Sure enough, I shouldn’t eat the writer, but I don’t know how he will do it this time. come back."