After Xu Qin left, Han Fei started to look around the house.
This room used to belong to the 8th persona, there might be some useful clues left behind.
'The layout of all the rooms is similar, it's similar to the rooms at the meat packing factory, even the altars are the same.'
Han Fei stopped at the corner of the living room. He noticed the altars when he entered the room but he did not touch them because he was still injured.
'Be it real life or Cattle Alley, the author's home has many altars but he clearly mentioned in The House of the Butcher that he doesn't believe in gods.'
Han Fei slowly removed the black cloth from the altars. He was about to open the small wooden door when Weep stopped him.
"Do you sense danger?"
Weep looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, like a startled wild cat.
Seeing the blood seeping out from the altars, Han Fei decided not to open the small door. 'The blood on the altars has dried, the small door that leads to God probably hasn't been opened for a long time already. I'd better not take this risk. I'll wait for Xu Qin to return and ask for her opinion. '
The room was clean and tidy. Everything was neatly arranged. The owner appeared to have OCD, even the distance between the decorations was the same.
The living room, kitchen and bathroom gave Han Fei a pleasant feeling but once he entered the bedroom, things changed.
Bloody gauze and clothes were strewn all over the floor. The bed was torn by a knife, and dried and congealed blood could be seen everywhere.
The overhead light was shattered, the armoire toppled over and the study table was sawed open. Every place in the bedroom that could hide a person had been destroyed.
The windows were sealed shut with cement, and the white walls were covered with words that had been gouged out with knives and nails. They were crooked and covered the entire room. The glaring blood-red words seemed to contain the pain of the owner of the house. Just looking at them made one feel uncomfortable.
Standing at the bedroom door, a picture appeared before Han Fei's eyes.
At midnight, a woman who woke up from a nightmare fell into madness. Her personality changed drastically and she started to destroy everything around her.
Her aimless destruction was to vent the fear in her heart and at the same time to increase her sense of security.
"The eighth personality is a female chef. Her personality is only second to the author in terms of complexity. How did a person with severe mysophobia turn into a bloodthirsty butcher?"
To get to the bottom of this, Han Fei entered the bedroom. He carefully studied the words on the wall.
There was a saying among psychiatrists, "You can walk into the heart of a lunatic, but don't try to think like him, let alone try to understand him."
What Han Fei was doing now was very dangerous. He had not received any formal training, he merely wanted to understand the fear that the 8th persona experienced and find out the reason for the change in her personality.
Looking at the words on the wall, his fingers touched the knife marks and gouges. When the man was in a trance, he did not seem to feel any pain at all. The words even contained flesh and blood.
Enveloped in this room of words, Han Fei slowly immersed himself in the experience of the 8th persona.
"I can't remember when was the first time I dreamt of that thing. At first, it seemed to be hiding in the crowd, brushing past me by accident. But later, for some reason, it seemed to be haunting me."
"That thing kept appearing in my dreams. No matter what kind of dream I had, it would be there."
"Most of the time, it would turn into a stranger. It refused to interact with me, it would only stare at me from afar."
"But at a certain point in time, everything changed. The thing was approaching me."
"I could feel it, it was getting closer and closer to me. Even though it did not appear, I could feel its gaze. I knew it was just beside me."
"I couldn't understand why I would have such strange dreams. Why did I have to suffer like this? I was already tired enough in real life. I could only rest in my dreams but now, even my dreams were no longer safe. "
"On the seventh day of the dream, something really bad happened."
"At the time, I dreamt that my pet cat jumped onto the windowsill. It appeared to be afraid of staying in my room. I wanted to go and hug it but when it saw me, it jumped out of the window."
"I hurried to the window. When I poked my head out to look, a strong force pushed me from behind."
"Someone was in my house and pushed me down the stairs!"
"When my body fell, I saw it standing at the window of my house."
"I did not know it but it wanted to kill me. I really could not think of a reason."
"The death that night was just the beginning. In the dreams that followed, I was killed by the thing again and again. It had many ways to kill me, forcing me to wake up from my dreams!"
"I did not dare sleep for the whole night. My mind was on the verge of collapse. I did not know what to do. Once I closed my eyes, the thing would appear in my dreams!"
"I could not remember how many times I was killed. Slowly, I started to hallucinate. I could not tell the difference between reality and dreams anymore."
"Sometimes, I felt like I was dreaming but the pain was real. Sometimes, I thought I was in reality but after I was killed by it, I realized it was just a dream. "
"My mind was on the verge of collapse. The boundary between reality and dream blurred. When I could no longer distinguish between reality and dream, that thing seemed to have been brought into reality from the dream. It borrowed my consciousness, crossed the boundary between dream and reality, and crawled into my brain."
"That's right, I can clearly feel its existence, whether it's in the dream or in reality. That butterfly-shaped mark is the best proof."
After reading the crazy handwriting on the wall, Han Fei's back was drenched in sweat. His eyes were glued to the butterfly mark.
'The' it 'mentioned by the 8th persona, is it the Butterfly?'
'The Butterfly was not something from real life but something that came from a nightmare?'
Until now, Han Fei had no idea what the Butterfly's true form was. Of all the people who had fought against the Butterfly, only Spider had seen the real Butterfly.
'The death of all 8 personas, Spider paid such a heavy price. Just what kind of weakness has he discovered about Spider?'
There were more clues hidden at the House of the Butcher than Han Fei expected. The veil on the Butterfly would be lifted here.
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