The brother's diagnosis report mentioned a passage that the boy had witnessed his father kill someone in the bedroom and saw him dispose of the body in the bathroom and finally hide the body in the kitchen refrigerator.
The three locations stated in the report correspond exactly to the bedroom where the brother was, the bathroom where the hair lady ghost was, and the refrigerator where the headless body was hidden.
The bedroom where the brother was located had the highest number of ghosts and was the most dangerous. Perhaps the brother was still subconsciously affected by the incident of his father's murder in the bedroom, and the bedroom was a source of danger and calamity for him.
The hair that kept emerging from the bathroom may have been another scene that the then-younger brother saw, with his father disposing of the corpse in the bathroom, with its hair floating on top of the blood.
The kitchen refrigerator had been used by the father to hide the corpse, and the imagination that the brother could see the refrigerator produce pieces of flesh to reassemble into a ghost-like this can make sense.
The inner logic was not complicated, Han Fei knew that the place was woven from the manager's memory, and now he could be sure that the manager was the unconscious and sleeping brother.
"The mission requires me to save all living people, and the manager is now considered a living person, which means I also have to make sure he is not killed to do so."
Han Fei, the manager task is also the first time for him to do, many things have to be constantly figured out by himself.
"The bedroom is the place to kill, the bathroom is the place to dispose of the corpse, and the kitchen refrigerator is the place to hide the corpse. To put it in the subconscious of the brother, the bedroom is the gathering place where the evil spirits and monsters roam, the bathroom can dispose of them, and the kitchen refrigerator can hold them."
Waiting for the headless corpse in the refrigerator to be digested by the black hair, Han Fei picked up the ashtray in the living room and smashed it into the mirror again.
"You can't smash it completely, you can only smash it against the edges to slow down its recovery."
As the woman in the mirror screamed miserably, Han Fei dragged the refrigerator out of the bathroom and moved it to the bedroom door.
"That child with a face full of scars is the younger brother, and if we analyze it according to the diagnosis report, he is likely to be hiding a very scary ghost."
Han Fei did not dare to take any chances, nor did he dare to stay in the house for too long. The room seemed to be changing every moment, and at any moment, an even more terrifying monster could appear.
With a kitchen knife in hand, Han Fei pushed open the door of the second bedroom.
Learning from his previous experience, he dodged to the side the moment he opened the door.
Two long, thin arms reached out from the shadows behind the door, but they caught nothing.
Han Fei had been killed once by the long and thin arms, so when enemies met, he picked up a kitchen knife and slashed at the other side.
"You can kill me once, but after I come in once, I'll kill you twice!"
The kitchen knife that the woman often chopped meat with was stained with blood, and those blood stains themselves carried some kind of malice.
The kitchen knife easily cut into the slender arm, Han Fei did not directly cut off the other side's arm, but grabbed the handle and tried to drag the other side out from behind the door.
As he wrestled with the arm, the child sitting in the center of a floor of toys heard the noise, the scarred face looked at Han Fei, it was instantly frightened and cried.
The ear-piercing cries resounded in the house, the banging sound came from the middle of the master bedroom, and the mother who was tied to the bed by Han Fei seemed to go crazy.
"It seems that in the memory of the manager, that mother can do anything for her child."
The mother tied to the bedside seemed to have broken free from the ropes, and she was desperately banging against the door of the master bedroom.
"The mother wants to protect the child, I just need to take that child out of the second bedroom and send him to the mother, the other party should not be dead set on me."
Temporarily changing his mind, Han Fei drew his knife and cut the arm behind the door, and rushed into the house decisively: "Give me your hand!"
He was ready to drag the disfigured child out of the bedroom, but what he didn't expect was that his hand had just reached the child.
The originally wailing child's face suddenly revealed a bizarre smile as he fished out a knife from the toy pile and stabbed it directly into Han Fei's palm.
"Hee hee."
The sharp nails grabbed Han Fei's arm, and the kid climbed onto Han Fei's shoulder and stabbed the sharp nails into Han Fei's neck.
As his vision began to blur, Han Fei knew he was bound to die, and he used the last bit of time in his life to crash into the closet.
The closet door opened and a bloody shirt was hiding in the corner of the closet like a living person, with a strong stench emanating from it.
The body fell to the ground, and Han Fei in the last moment of unconsciousness looked under the bed.
A child was hiding under the bed, the child's face was also disfigured, and he looked exactly like the child in the toy pile outside.
The younger brother was hiding under the bed? Is this baby brother outside a ghost?
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"For the twelfth time!"
Shattering the picture frame, Han Fei recorded the number of deaths on his arm as he thought carefully about each step of the mission.
"The real brother is hiding under the bed, and the best thing I can do is to get him out first if I don't want to drive the mother crazy."
Twelve deaths, each of which brought Han Fei a deep wound, also subtly affected him.
"The system had reminded me that every time I die, I lose my memories, but what memories have I lost?"
"Nothing is missing from the main memories, my name is Han Fei, I am an actor, and I am on a managerial mission in the Deep World of Perfect Life. The memories in the game haven't disappeared either, Xu Qin, Meng Shi, Weep, I remember all of these neighbors, as for the reality ... I didn't have any friends or relatives in my reality in the first place."
Han Fei does not remember whom he has known in reality, the only thing he has is some impression of the police: "I had contact with the police some time ago because of the human jigsaw puzzle case, but it was only a contact, I am not familiar with them."
Thinking about it, Han Fei paused for a moment: "It seems that there was a police officer who helped me?"
Rubbing his temples, Han Fei felt a little bad as he held the glass shards and began to record more critical information on his body.
The five minutes were soon up, and as the girl's head ran out of the room, Han Fei had already raised the fire pit in advance.
He was like a programmed machine, executing each step with extreme precision.
After solving the corpse in the refrigerator in the same way, Han Fei dragged the refrigerator to the bedroom door, he knew that the child in the house would cry when he saw him, so this time he was ready to hook the other side out.
"That little bugger seems to like toys."
After finding several doll models under the living room TV, Han Fei placed the models at the bedroom door and opened the door.
Not a moment later, some puzzled disfigured face kid came out of the room, he picked up the dolls before he found Han Fei hiding in the shadows.
The kid was directly frightened and cried, he simply had no time to dodge, Han Fei slashed over.
"Hee hee? Now you can hee hee?"
After being wounded, the little ghost's body became faint and its running speed skyrocketed, while it also began to cry desperately again.