'Some people use physics to exorcise ghosts, others use chemistry to exorcise ghosts. Now the previous building manager's exercise book tells me that mathematics can exorcise ghosts as well. Is he hinting that knowledge is power?'
The boy's attention was fully focused on the exercise book. The blood vessels in his head slowly returned to normal and he stopped resisting.
Under the dim yellow light, a hardworking child was struggling in the sea of questions. If it wasn't for the thick stench of rotting corpses coming from his body, this scene would have been very inspiring to those who saw it.
Han Fei sat down next to the boy. When the boy's consciousness was completely submerged in the cursed homework, Han Fei tried to ask again.
"What's your name?"
"Big Head, everyone calls me Big Head." The boy mumbled as if to himself. His eyes were glued to the exercise book.
"You used to live with Jin Sheng, right? What is your impression of the boy? Did he bully you? "
"I don't like him. He always tells scary stories. Even in his dreams at night, he says scary things in his sleep."
"Sleep talk? Do you still remember what he said? "Han Fei was curious.
"He said we're all dead. He said the school is filled with ghosts. He also said a butterfly has flown into one of the students' brains. That student will make it impossible for us to become ghosts. We have to find that student as soon as possible."
"Do you believe all these things?"
"Initially I didn't but then I saw ghosts at the school. There are so many ghosts hiding there!" Han Fei's question seemed to have triggered some bad memories. The boy's emotions flared up again and he almost broke free from the curse's control.
'Looks like Jin Sheng and Jin Sheng are the same person. His personality hasn't changed at all. He still likes to tell scary stories. But in real life, he's just telling' stories' but here, he's telling the truth. '
Han Fei's main purpose at the hostel was to look for Drake. Getting information about Jin Sheng was a bonus.
Han Fei did not continue to provoke Big Head. After he was done with the hostel, he brought Big Head and his mother back to the Happiness Neighbourhood.
Looking around, Han Fei noticed a picture frame sitting on the boy's study table.
It was a picture of a family of 3. The boy's head was not that big.
"Is that middle-aged man your father?"
"Yes, my father works elsewhere but he loves me and my mother very much. He calls us every night."
"Another phone call?" Han Fei stood up and walked towards the phone on the bedside table. Just as he moved, the door to Room 301 opened.
Big Head's mother walked in anxiously. "Teacher Meng, how is my child? Can he be saved? "
"Didn't you hear the conversation between me and the child from behind the door? Why do you still ask when you already know the answer? " Han Fei smiled faintly. "Your child's current state has a lot to do with that student called Jing Sheng. I will help you investigate this."
"Thank you, Teacher Meng!"
"If you really care about your child, you'd better not stay in a hotel all the time. This place is a mix of crooks and honest folk, it'll affect your child's studies. I suggest you rent a room at the Happiness Neighbourhood across the street. The neighbourhood has a good environment and the residents are of high quality. It'll be good for your child's growth. "
"I'll think about it." Just as the woman agreed, the phone on the bedside table rang.
Hearing the phone ring, the woman who had been frowning suddenly had an expectant smile on her face. She ran to the bed and answered the call. "Honey, you haven't called tonight, I've been so worried."
"The police are quite strict so I don't dare to call you. Stay at that hotel for now and don't wander off. I'll be there to pick you up soon."
"Okay, you too, be careful."
"Is my son better? Does his head still hurt? "
"It's getting worse but I found a kind teacher, he's willing to help me."
"Don't trust others so easily. Have you forgotten why I was framed as a murderer? I'm hanging up now, take care of yourself. "
The man on the other end of the phone seemed to sense something and he quickly hung up.
"Was that the call from the child's father?" Han Fei asked casually.
"Yes … the child's father is busy with his business."
"Even if he's busy, you shouldn't neglect your family. As parents, you should spend more time with your child." Han Fei's words were always about family and education. The woman nodded eagerly.
"It's getting late, I should go back now."
"Take care, Mr. Meng." The woman personally walked Han Fei to the door.
Walking out from Room 301, Han Fei replayed everything that he saw in his mind. 'The woman is lying. Her husband should be a fugitive who has been hiding from the police. But the question is, how did her husband know the motel's number? Is her husband hiding at the hotel as well? '
'I just invited the woman to leave with the child and the husband called immediately, this doesn't seem like a coincidence.'
Han Fei looked around silently. There appeared to be something watching him from inside the hotel.
'Does the husband on the phone have to be the real husband? Could it be one of the ghosts at the hotel? '
Han Fei thought about it and realized there was a big problem with the hotel's phone.
Once he entered the room, he saw the boss talking to his wife on the phone in his raincoat. After he entered the room, he received a call for help from an unfamiliar woman. Then he realized the woman in Room 301 was also in contact with her husband through the phone.
'If all the tenants at the hotel are puppets, then the phone is the thread that connects them. Is it the ghost on the phone that has bewitched them?'
Han Fei noticed something was wrong with the tenants. He had been trying to find the reason behind this but now he was narrowing down his target.
Staring at the room at the end of the 3rd floor corridor, Han Fei nudged his feet.
Drake was staying in Room 304. He had not returned yet so something had to be hiding inside that room.
A musty smell drifted down the dark corridor. Just as Han Fei walked past Room 302, the door next to him suddenly opened. A fat arm reached out from the gap.
The woman appeared to have been waiting for a long time. She grabbed Han Fei.
'It's the fat woman who threw the flower pot at me!'
Han Fei who had 10 stamina was powerless before the woman. His body was slowly dragged into the room.
'I'm still too weak.'
The gap in the door widened. The woman's heavily made-up face appeared behind the door. She chewed on a bone and the gaze that she directed at Han Fei was scary.
"Since you've entered this place, you'll die sooner or later. Why don't you die by my hand?" The fat on her face jiggled with excitement. The woman was much stronger than Han Fei. Just as she was about to drag Han Fei into the room, she suddenly used all her strength!
Han Fei did not expect the woman to be hiding her true strength. Caught off guard, he was dragged into Room 302.
The reinforced door slowly closed and the last sliver of light disappeared from Han Fei's eyes.
"There are countless people coming and going at this crossroad, but you are different from them. When I first saw you, I wanted to kill you. The urge was so strong that I couldn't control it. The blood that splattered from your body was prettier than any of them! "The woman's lips cracked open to reveal a row of yellowish teeth.
Han Fei collapsed to the ground. He did not make a sound like he was scared out of his wits.
"You're so cute, I really want to kill you! I will kill you bit by bit, I want to extend the process to a whole day! No, I don't want to do that. I will use a whole week to slowly kill you. " The woman pulled open the drawer and took out a box of razor blades. She laughed excitedly.
"I'll start with your calves, that way you won't be able to run." The fat on the woman's body jiggled. She walked towards Han Fei with the razor that did not match her size. "I'll do it cleanly."
The woman rolled up her sleeves. Only then Han Fei saw the black and red butterfly scar on the woman's wrists.
"Why do all these crazy guys seem to have the butterfly mark?"
Han Fei was still lying on the ground. He was still recovering from the shock as he watched the woman walk towards him.
The woman was much stronger than Han Fei. When she realized Han Fei did not carry any dangerous items on him, she laughed even more wildly.
The muscular arm reached for Han Fei's calf. Just as she was about to drag Han Fei into the kitchen, Han Fei, who was lying on the ground, exploded with unprecedented strength.
Using Soul-Depth Touch, Han Fei kicked the woman's stomach.
When the woman bent over in pain, Han Fei took out the blood red paper doll from his inventory and shoved it into the woman's mouth!
"Cry!"
The child inside the urn appeared above the woman's head. The child's hands caused the woman's consciousness to waver. The paper doll that was shoved into the woman's mouth appeared to come alive.
One by one, the blood vessels pierced into the body of the occupant of Room 302. Following that, the cracked paper doll disappeared!
The tenant from Room 302 knelt to the ground in agony. She tried her best to claw at her throat but she could not make a sound nor could she spit out anything.
Soon her body started to swell irregularly. She wanted to use the last of her energy to fight Han Fei but the thin shadow sitting on her neck kept interfering with her judgment.
The woman rammed into the furniture around her like a beast that had lost its mind. She was terrified. Soon, she coughed out black blood. The blood was filled with paper.
10 minutes later, the woman's body turned white. When the last trace of blood drained from her body, she collapsed in the middle of the room like a paper doll that had been sucked dry.
There was a strange rustling sound. A hand slowly reached out from the woman's chest. The blood red paper doll wobbled out from the woman's body. When it saw Han Fei, it smiled happily. Then it waddled towards Han Fei.
'So, this is a Grade F Cursed Object?'
Han Fei felt chills run down his spine just by looking at it. He was thankful that the paper doll's self-consciousness had been shattered.
Han Fei reached out to put the doll back into his inventory. He noticed the number of cracks on the doll had lessened. Blood and souls appeared to be able to help the doll recover faster.
'Cursed Objects are much more difficult to deal with than I thought.'
Glancing at the woman on the ground, Han Fei wanted to ask her some questions.
"Don't feel wronged, you were the one who attacked me first."
Han Fei closed the woman's widened eyes. When he touched the woman's skin, it did not feel any elasticity, it felt like he was touching a piece of white paper.
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