Han Fei kept giving himself psychological notes, reminding himself that completing this manager mission could make him the new building manager.
He had learned a lot about psychology before and planned to use that knowledge to help his neighbors, but he didn't expect to need it for himself first.
"The mission didn't provide specific hints, so I need to figure it out on my own to get it right," he thought.
He glanced at the fire pit, the photo frame, and the posthumous photo on the ground. It seemed like this night was the night of the return of souls.
"It always feels strange," Han Fei said as he held his posthumous photo upside down on the ground.
He gently grabbed the door handle of room 1091, and as he tried to push the door, the system's voice rang in his head.
"Player number 0000, please pay attention! You have to kill all the ghosts in this room! And save all the people!"
The door to room 1091 opened in response, and before Han Fei could step inside, a girl's head fell from the door frame and bit him straight on the neck!
The pain was intense, and Han Fei grabbed the head with both hands, but he couldn't get rid of it.
Blood blurred his vision, and he couldn't breathe or scream. His strength diminished, and the pain was everywhere.
Han Fei fell to the ground, his consciousness becoming blurred, and he couldn't get up.
"Is this death?" he wondered.
...
His eyes snapped open, and Han Fei found himself standing in the doorway of room 1091. He was smiling happily in the posthumous photo on the floor.
"I died once?" he asked himself.
Everything happened so suddenly. The fundamental purpose of this quest seemed to be to kill the player by any means and make the player lose their memory.
Han Fei wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and remembered the system's warning from before.
In the manager quest, there was no death penalty for dying for the player, but there would be a loss of memory. If the player forgets who they were, the previous manager would be reborn with the help of the player's body.
"This mission is more dangerous and difficult than I imagined!" Han Fei thought.
He carefully recalled everything and realized that he hadn't forgotten anything important, which disturbed him even more.
"Could I have completely forgotten something?" he wondered.
Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Han Fei once again looked at room 1091.
"As soon as I open the door, a girl's head will fall down and she will bite me directly on my neck," he said to himself.
That kind of pain was something Han Fei did not want to experience again. He looked around and picked up the fire bowl on the floor.
"Just now the system gave me a hint to kill all the ghosts in this room, but with what do I kill? Burn the fire bowl? Or fight them to bite each other?" he wondered.
After thinking for about five minutes, Han Fei did not even touch the door this time. The door of room 1091 opened by itself, and the girl's head fell again, biting Han Fei to death in a pool of blood.
...
With his eyes open, Han Fei subconsciously touched his neck.
"Staying here for too long could also get me killed. It seems that we can only find a way to enter the house!"
The first two deaths brought Han Fei pain, but they also helped him remember the location of the head.
This time, he wanted to avoid it and rush directly into the house.
Picking up the fire bowl full of paper money and ashes, Han Fei covered the iron pot in a certain direction the moment he pushed the door open.
"Boom!"
The girl's head crashed into the fire bowl, and a scream rang out in the house.
Han Fei knew that the other party was very strong, so he rushed into the house and used his body to press the fire pot, wanting to hold the head in the pot.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
While the human head was pounding the fire bowl, Han Fei took the time to survey the room in front of him.
"Glass coffee table, fruit bowl with rotten fruits, bedroom on the left, kitchen door on the right..."
As soon as the head could not be pressed, Han Fei rushed directly to the kitchen. He needed a weapon, even if it was just a kitchen knife.
Pushing open the kitchen door, a strong stench hit him, and he saw a middle-aged woman chopping rotting pieces of meat in front of the counter.
When she saw Han Fei, she screamed and slashed the kitchen knife in her hand onto Han Fei's body.
With blood spurting wildly and a human head biting the back of his neck, Han Fei fell to the ground. He endured unimaginable pain, but his brain was functioning desperately, his eyes scanning the room, desperately trying to remember more.
"Fourth death."
Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't know what he had forgotten, and he hated this feeling so much.
"The difficulty of this mission is beyond imagination. The main thing is that after each death, you will also forget something. I now even forget what I have forgotten. If this continues, I may even forget that I am doing the mission and who I am. Will I then take it for granted that I belong here?"
It was scary just thinking about it. Han Fei counted the time in his heart.
"Memory is divided into two kinds, brain memory, and body memory. Many people, after losing their memory, their bodies still remember some actions that are often repeated. The black box exists deep in my brain. The probability is that it can affect only the brain memory."
To leave himself a way out and to keep himself from being completely lost, Han Fei decided to do something very crazy.
He took a look at the photo frame containing his posthumous photo, picked it up, and shattered it.
Then, holding a piece of broken glass, he cut four bloody marks on his arm.
"This was the fourth death!"
Fingers flowing with blood, Han Fei felt the pain, then scratched the other arm with the word "Han Fei".
"After each death is repeated, I hope my body can remember this pain!"
Picking out the sharpest glass shards and putting them in his pocket, Han Fei opened the door to his room, first blocking the human head with the fire bowl, then rushing to the bedroom door on the other side of the house.
As Han Fei was being pursued by the ghost, he didn't dare to linger for even a moment.
He noticed two bedroom doors and opted to push open the one closest to the living room, gripping the door handle tightly.
As he entered the room, he noticed a pile of scattered toys on the floor, and a young child sitting with their back to him.
Han Fei quickly approached the child, his head determined to fulfill the system's command to rid the room of all ghosts and save the people.
However, upon seeing the child's scarred face, Han Fei hesitated, wondering if the child was human or not.
The child slowly turned their head and let out a scream, causing a shadowy figure behind the door to quickly wrap its thin arms around Han Fei's neck, choking him and lifting him off the ground.
As Han Fei's body contorted and his eyes bulged, he realized several more ghosts were haunting the room, including blood-stained clothes in the closet, a face hidden under the bed, a hanging man behind the curtains, and shadows moving under the desk.
Upon awakening from the nightmare, Han Fei immediately began to train his body, breaking a picture frame in the process.
The wound on his body reminded him of a past that he could never forget.