Han Fei chased after him with his knife until the door of the master bedroom was broken open, and the mother who had a human face had now turned into a horrible monster, her body swollen twice as big and covered in blood, stimulated by the child's cries.
The little kid saw the woman appear and immediately changed back to his earliest appearance, he covered his broken leg and pointed at Han Fei, and kept crying.
Loving her son, the woman rushed towards Han Fei.
Han Fei also did not fight hard with the other side, he ran into the second bedroom, as if pre-determined, raised his hand and waved his knife to cut off the arm behind the door, then kicked the door of the room!
"Come out! Come with me!"
Reaching his hand under the bed, Han Fei grabbed his brother's collar and yanked it out with one hand.
The brother was scared straight into tears, and now the cries of two children appeared in the room.
The sound of the mother banging on the door of the room becomes more violent and the lock trembles!
Han Fei defended himself against the closet and behind the door, but then the curtains were blown by the wind and Han Fei found the back of his head gently touched by something.
He looked back, a hanging ghost hanging behind the curtain, what touched the back of his head was the tip of the other shoe.
By the time he noticed it, the hangman had already pounced on him.
At the same time, the door to the second bedroom was slammed open and the mother, whose face was covered in blood and wood slag, stuck her head into the room and looked at Han Fei with a grimace.
The body was torn open and the pain made Han Fei lose consciousness.
...
Teeth gnashing out blood, Han Fei shattered the photo frame and stared coldly at the door of room 1091.
"If you kill everyone in the room and all the ghosts, you should be able to unlock a whole new finale."
Han Fei did not know why he had such a thought, he felt that he had become somewhat strange, he seemed to be slowly becoming another person: "It seems that the system hint is not complete, dying here will not only forget the memories but also lose one's humanity."
Dying over and over again, struggling with pain and endless despair, Han Fei could clearly feel the changes in his psyche.
"There is only one way to end this, and that is to seriously face the next death and find the only way in this infinite cycle."
Using glass shards to carve the number of deaths and his name, Han Fei pushed open the door of the room and entered it.
Use the master bedroom to trap his mother, use the hair in the toilet to kill the corpse in the refrigerator, then put the emptied refrigerator next to the second bedroom and open the refrigerator door.
Han Fei calculated the location and took the dolls under the TV to lure the brat.
He counted the time in his heart, and after four seconds, Han Fei didn't even look at it and took the fire pot and smashed it against the door of the room.
At that moment, the ghost appeared, it was hit by the fire bowl with paper money ashes, fell to the side, and fell into the open refrigerator.
Not waiting for the ghost to react, Han Fei closed the refrigerator door, directly dragged the refrigerator to the bathroom, and opened it again.
Anxious to escape, the brat rushed out of the refrigerator and was then entangled in black hair, which cried out desperately but could not break free.
In order to clear the air, Han Fei immediately retreated before his mother went crazy, dragging the refrigerator back to the second bedroom with all his might.
The whole process took less than thirty seconds, and Han Fei was alarmingly skilled.
"The real brother is hiding under the bed, after scaring him and making him cry, the mother will still come over, I want to solve all the ghosts in the second bedroom before he cries."
There was no fear, no trepidation, Han Fei's expression was calm and frightening.
He rushed into the house with a kitchen knife in hand and aimed to slash the air.
When the kitchen knife was raised, there was nothing at the door, and when Han Fei stored his strength to cut the kitchen knife down, two arms just appeared. It felt as if the other side deliberately reached out to Han Fei and let him cut.
After cutting off the hands behind the door, Han Fei jumped onto the bed and swung the kitchen knife wildly at a certain spot on the curtain.
Screams rang out, Han Fei spilled the ashes of paper money in the fire pit, he wanted to drag the hanging ghost into the refrigerator.
The door of the closet happened to be open at this time, and Han Fei, as if he had eyes behind his back, did not even look at it and backhanded the kitchen knife to a certain location.
The bloody clothes were cut, and Han Fei used this precious time to hit the hanged ghost, but when he was distracted, the shadows hiding under the desk came out like a tidal wave, and that was one of the ghosts hiding in the dark corners.
Han Fei's body was dragged by a hand into the darkness beneath the desk, and a ghostly face completely overwhelmed him.
...
The fourteenth time he opened his eyes, he was killed by the ghosts.
The fifteenth time he opened his eyes, he was dragged downstairs by a hanging ghost and fell to his death.
The sixteenth time he was wrapped in a blood coat and his whole body was sucked out by the blood coat.
The seventeenth time he was surrounded and killed.
The eighteenth time he failed to smash the mirror for a long time and was strangled to death by the hair.
...
Opening his eyes slowly, the man picked up the photo frame and smashed it with one hand, he picked up the sharpest piece of glass and instinctively slashed towards his arm.
After scratching out forty-four blood marks, he hesitated a little and scratched down the forty-fifth blood mark.
"What do these blood marks represent? Why is this pain so familiar to me!"
His eyes were filled with blood, and he looked at his arms, one arm was drenched in blood from the cuts, while the other arm had no wounds on it.
"I seem to have forgotten a little something."
He grabbed the glass fragment with that blood-stained arm, then slowly scratched a name on the other arm.
Han Fei!
Pushing open the door to the room and blocking the heads, the man entered the house.
"The next step is to get the keys."
The man forgot a lot of things, but he was incredibly familiar with the room as if he had always lived there, and he knew exactly where every ghost in the room was located, and that every ghost corresponded to a pain in his head.
After tricking the mother into the bedroom, obtaining ropes and restraining straps, and luring the corpse and the girl's head from the refrigerator, the kitchen fire was turned on.
While hunting for the ghost, the distraction smashes the mirror.
The man does each thing to the exact second, he enters the bedroom three separate times, the first time luring out the ghost in the toy pile and using the hair in the refrigerator and bathroom to kill the ghost.
The second time he cuts off the arm behind the door and stabs the hidden sharp knife in the toy pile into the hangman's heart.
Withdrawing from the room before the blood coat appears, he moves the bedroom couch to block the master bedroom door to prevent his mother from coming out.
Then he opened the second bedroom room for the third time when the blood coat happened to be sucking the Hanged Man's Yin energy.
Once it had eaten the hanging ghost clean, the man took the initiative to open his arms and put on the blood coat.
Blood coat on the body, a tiny blood vessel piercing the man's skin, slowly sucking his blood, but also protecting his body's vital points.
Kicking over the desk, one by one, the shadowy spirits crawled out from under the desk and almost filled the room.
The man looked at the horrific scene but without expression, his short-term memory was amazing, he even remembered the movements of each and every ghost.
As countless lonely ghosts pounced, he dodged between the arms of a withered one, as if both sides had discussed and rehearsed in advance, those arms and claws always missed him by a hair's breadth.
He lured most of the spirits to the bathroom and killed them with the help of the hair there, and then he killed the rest of them with a kitchen knife in his hand and a bloody coat.
His body was also sucked by the blood coat after making sure all the spirits were killed, at this point, he rushed into the kitchen and jumped into the flames.
The fire burned his body and the blood coat, and his cold eyes watched the screaming blood coat until the last piece of blood coat was reduced to ashes, and then he left.
" Killing when the clothes were burned."
Dragging his nearly useless body, the man picked up what he could see around him and smashed it into the bathroom mirror.
When the last lens came off the frame, the woman's screams and black hair in the bathroom all disappeared.
Silently turning around, the man looked towards the second bedroom.
He counted the seconds, and three seconds later, a disfigured boy crawled out from under the bed.
The boy had an innocent expression, but his body was mutating, a thick vein gushed out of his body, and a strong malice radiated from him.
The brother turned into a monster, which devoured everything in the room, including toys, food, light, and the love of his parents.
The monster was becoming more and more horrible and disgusting, and the man would be swallowed as well if he didn't take action.
"According to the tips on the case list, after killing all the ghosts, you have to kill the evil ghost on your brother to pass the level, but is there really an evil ghost on your brother?"
The monster in front of him was getting closer and closer, the man dragged his body full of wounds, and his eyes became calmer and calmer: "I forgot why I came here, but I remember that someone had told me to kill all the ghosts and save all the people."
The man raised the kitchen knife, but instead of hurting the monster, he aimed the tip at himself: "The brother became more hideous and horrible, in your memory he is still human, and the reason why I could not leave until now is that there is still a ghost in this house that has not been killed."
The kitchen knife was pressed against his neck, as the man remembered the framed photo of himself in the doorway.
"This last ghost is me."
He slashed his neck with the tip of the knife, and blood was seeping everywhere in the otherwise normal room, and everything was starting to show its true colors.