The stairs shook and blood vessels crawled on the walls. The angry Large Lingering Spirit and the monster that failed to morph into hatred fought each other.
The peace of the night was shattered. The black fog surrounding the building was stirred and Han Fei could hear the singing coming from inside the residential area!
Earlier, the black fog surrounded the residential area and isolated it from the outside world. Now that the two Lingering Spirits had caused such a commotion, even the black fog could not hide them anymore.
'The singing hasn't left, it's still inside the residential area!'
Han Fei was right. The black fog isolated everything. The singing temporarily could not find him but it did not leave.
Other than the singing, there were occasional screams of pain. Something seemed to be clashing with the singing.
Normally, when the Jumper Ghost and the Red Dress fought, the manager of the Ziggurat would show up but now the manager seemed to have something more important to attend to.
'Part of the Butterfly's consciousness is focused on Huang Yin and the rest is being held back by the singing. This is indeed a good chance to explore this place.' Han Fei ran towards the other staircase. After running for several metres, he noticed Brother Hua was still standing behind him.
'Brother Hua?'
The appearance of the two Large Lingering Spirits at the top floor agitated Brother Hua. The rich expression on his face faded away, leaving only fear and anxiety.
The more afraid he was, the more obvious the pattern that crawled out from the back of his neck. His memory and self-consciousness were being stolen by the butterfly pattern!
The security guard was a flower pot that fit the Butterfly's requirements and the intense fear was a ripening agent, it could speed up the growth of the seed inside the pot.
Jing Sheng once warned Han Fei, the more afraid one was at the Ziggurat, the more dangerous it would be.
Han Fei had no idea what would happen to Brother Hua next but he had a good impression of this responsible security guard.
The security guard's memory had been altered by the Butterfly so no one knew what Brother Hua used to do. However, from his instinctive reaction, he was not a bad person.
"My head hurts, and my body feels light. My … my mind seems to be filled with things that I have never done before. I also see …" Brother Hua's shoulders were shaking. His eyes were bloodshot, and dark spots started to appear on his skin. "I also see how I look like when I die!"
His face twisted and Brother Hua's hands reached for Han Fei with shaking hands. "I … I …"
"Pa!"
Holding the rubber stick, Han Fei aimed at Brother Hua's palm and slapped it hard.
The pain caused Brother Hua to retract his hand immediately. A hint of confusion appeared on his mutating face. "Why did you hit me?"
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts!"
"Good, now is not the time to talk about those things. We need to leave this floor first!" If not for the fact that he was afraid of hitting Brother Hua's head, he would have aimed for Brother Hua's head.
The rubber rod could not harm the ghost, but Brother Hua could feel pain. This meant that he was still living in the memory that the butterfly had weaved for him. He had not completely collapsed, so there was a need to save him.
Living in the cryptic world, this was the only way Han Fei could make a decision.
Rough, but effective.
If he allowed Brother Hua's imagination to run wild, he might even be controlled by the patterns. This was already the best outcome.
The three security guards ran to the other side of the corridor. Han Fei carried Xiao Fang and ran the fastest.
As it got closer to 4: 44 am, the modern renovation of the building was visibly aging. The white paint peeled off to reveal strange and scary blood graffiti and various deranged words.
The fight between the owners of Room 1044 and Room 1244 hastened the change in the building. The cracks between the tiles and the ceiling started to show red like blood spreading.
The other tenants in the building also became active. Strange noises and noises crawled into their ears. Everyone seemed to have gone mad!
When he left the 24th floor, Han Fei turned back to look. The red dress was scattered everywhere, it looked like blood red snow was falling from the corridor.
However, no matter how many times the red dress was torn apart, she would recover and the resentment around her grew stronger.
Just like the security guards said, no matter how they sent the red dress away, it would return.
When Han Fei turned back to look, he discovered something even scarier. The two large spirits were still moving towards Han Fei's direction even as they fought.
They appeared to want to kill the three security guards with their own hands. Other than to vent their anger and resentment, their fight also appeared to be a battle for the right to kill.
'This is not a place a level 12 should come to!'
Han Fei pulled back his gaze and ran down the stairs.
Thinking back to the mission requirement, he needed to complete a full patrol mission before he could exit the game.
However, this mission was not just about running a circle around the stairs. According to the patrol rules, they had to check every floor's surveillance cameras and fire equipment. They had to record all the damaged items. If the tenants needed help, they had to provide as much help as they could.
With the Grade F mission as an example, Han Fei did not dare let his guard down. While he was running, he kept his eyes on the surveillance cameras and his surroundings.
Han Fei's memory was better than a normal person's. It was not difficult for him to remember whether something was damaged or not.
The real challenge for him was running into other tenants. The security guard's job was to protect the tenants. If the tenants needed help, he would provide it, just like what Brother Hua did earlier.
After completing the night patrol mission, there was a chance to obtain a hidden profession — Ziggurat Security. Han Fei was trying to understand the role of a security guard at the Ziggurat.
When he reached the 23rd floor, Han Fei saw a human face at the security door. When he passed it, the door was about to be pushed open.
With a kick, Han Fei slammed the door shut. "The rooftop is haunted! Someone's dead! Go home and stay put! "
He was not afraid of trouble, his heart was filled with love and concern for the tenants.
Han Fei ran down the old stairs. The stairs became slippery and the voice-activated lights flickered. When he reached the 22nd floor, he heard a child's cry coming from the corner of the stairs.
It was a little boy in a flowery shirt. His body and arms were covered in bruises. He kept calling for his mother …
In this situation, Han Fei could not help him find his mother but he could not leave the boy behind.
When he passed the boy, Han Fei grabbed the boy by the collar. "Come on! Brother Security will bring you to your mother! "
Being grabbed by Han Fei, the boy cried even harder. While he was struggling, he was transferred into Xiao Fang's arms. Han Fei now had an extra person on his back.
"Brother Bai …" Xiao Fang looked at the boy next to him and he was filled with respect for Han Fei. In such a dangerous situation, Han Fei still chose to save someone. He had to be impressed.
Now that he thought about it, wasn't he saved by Han Fei as well?
'There really are people like Brother Bai in this world!'
Just as Han Fei was carrying the boy, the 22nd floor's security door was rammed open. A woman covered in Yin energy rushed out with a syringe in her hand.
Her face was disfigured and there was a clear butterfly tattoo on her arm. She had been hiding behind the door earlier. If Han Fei had hesitated, the syringe would have pierced through his skin.
The boy was just bait. Han Fei had no idea what the woman had been through to turn her into such a monster.
But that was no longer important. She had not been stabbed and the boy had been carried away!
She had lived at the building for so many years but this was the first time she had encountered something so horrible.
When the woman rushed out with the syringe, Brother Hua happened to be there. He was scared out of his wits and then he saw the woman run down the stairs.
The boy's cries were loud. Han Fei heard some movement behind him but he did not dare to stop.
"Brother Bai, the boy's family seems to be coming after us."
"Don't worry about them, just run!" Han Fei swore that he said that out of kindness. "The building is haunted. If she comes after us, she might run into the two Lingering Spirits. If she follows us, she might be able to survive."
"Brother Bai, you're so considerate!"
"After all, we're the security of this residential area."
In the blink of an eye, Han Fei had reached the 20th floor. There were no voice-activated lights on even floors but the security door on this floor was still open.
Before they got close, Xiao Fang already had a bad feeling about this.
When they passed by, a wet arm reached out from the darkness. Stinky black hair stuck to the face and a pale face turned to look at Han Fei and Xiao Fang.
"They left me alone in that cold place, folded and bent. I was the only one there. I counted the knife marks on my back …"
Before she finished, Han Fei reached out to grab the woman's wrist.
"The secret of touching the soul!"
When the woman realized what was going on, she was already on top of Xiao Fang.
The wet hair stuck to Xiao Fang's forehead. This was the most intimate contact he had with a woman in his 20 plus years of being single but he did not dare turn around.
"Brother, Brother Bai …" Xiao Fang's body was chilled. He was slowly recovering from the merchant's touch but the first thing he felt was a bone-chilling chill!
Carrying three people on his back, Han Fei was bent over from the weight but he did not dare to stop.
They ran past the 19th floor. The 18th floor corridor was littered with paper money. The merchant in mourning clothes walked out from the darkness. However, when he was halfway there, he saw Han Fei who was carrying many people and 'stuff' on his back.
The expression on his face froze and he was about to pull back his foot.
Han Fei saw the merchant as well. The red dress was not with him so he was not going to be happy. However, he was not afraid. He yelled at the merchant.
"Let's go together!"
The merchant was rich. Han Fei wanted to bring him along but the merchant seemed to misunderstand. He thought Han Fei wanted to do something strange.
Shaking his head with a pained expression, the merchant spat three times to the side. Superstitious' people 'like him would only react like this when they encountered something unlucky.
"There's a ghost upstairs! You'd better go home now! "
Han Fei did not forget to remind the merchant before he left. After he left, the footsteps returned. The merchant's greedy eyes turned behind him and a large syringe almost poked into his head.
"Get lost!" The woman with the syringe rushed down the stairs like a madwoman. After the merchant dodged, he turned back to close the security door. It appeared like he was going to return home to check his almanac.
Han Fei ran down the stairs like his life depended on it. The number of 'things' on his back increased. If it was just one or two, Han Fei might be attacked but with so many things on his back, no one dared to act rashly.
However, it was difficult for Xiao Fang. This young security guard whose memory had been altered was surrounded by layers of people.
Even Brother Hua was shocked. Along the way, the things on Han Fei's back had completely covered his body. From behind, it looked like a moving mountain of 'people'.
Han Fei had created a miracle by successfully reaching the first floor but that was not the end of the night patrol.
"There are two Lingering Spirits fighting on the rooftop! I've tried my best to help you! "
Han Fei did not say that for the tenants to hear, he wanted to tell the system that this was his way of taking care of the tenants.
"Brother Hua! Do you have the key to the stairwell door? We need to escort the tenants out! "Han Fei shouted as he ran forward.
Brother Hua could not see Han Fei but he could hear Han Fei's voice coming from the mountain of people. "To prevent any accidents, the keys to all the public doors are kept inside the security room of Apartment 4!"
Unable to leave, unable to escort so many tenants away, Han Fei did not know what to do.
At that moment, footsteps came from the other side of the stairwell. A deliveryman carrying a large cadaver box walked out from the stairwell.
Out of habit, he leaned against the anti-theft door. His whole body was pressed against the door and his eyes peered through the peephole.
"Is anyone home? The delivery that you ordered has arrived … If there's no one, I'm coming in! "
Fingernails scratched the door, and hands reached out from the takeout boxes to grab the doorknob.
"It's the delivery man!"
When the door was pulled open, Han Fei rushed over carrying half of the tenants.
"You're the one who killed the Red Dress! You're the one who sneaked into everyone's home! We've finally caught you in the act! "
When Han Fei saw the deliveryman, he was reminded of something. The night patrol only needed to help the tenants, that was the responsibility of the security guards but there was a ghost inside the building that was not one of the tenants.
If Han Fei wanted everyone to vent their anger and resentment, wouldn't the deliveryman who killed the Red Dress be the perfect target?
Justice might be late but it would never be absent.
With that in mind, Han Fei turned around and rammed into the deliveryman.
The deliveryman who was still leaning against the door was scared out of his wits. It had always been the deliveryman who went to seek help from others, no one had ever come to him so passionately.
He gritted his teeth and charged forward!
"Xiao Fang! Hold on tight! "
When Han Fei ran past the deliveryman, he tossed everything on his back into the large cadaver box.
He picked up Xiao Fang and as he ran, he did not forget to use Soul-Depth Touch to hammer a certain 'thing'. Screams and wails filled the air. Curses and resentment exploded. Just like that, the most chaotic night in the Ziggurat began!
Carrying Xiao Fang and Brother Hua, Han Fei ran up the stairs from the other side.
The place behind him was swallowed by darkness and curses. The deliveryman who was in the middle was in the worst condition. Even the cadaver box on his back had been smashed. There were indeed many things inside the box.
He ran 24 floors in one go. Even with Han Fei's stamina, his legs felt like they were filled with lead. Every step was a struggle.
'I need to quit the game as soon as possible. I've exhausted too much energy, I can't run anymore.'
Han Fei had a feeling that he would not be able to survive in the entertainment industry. Perhaps with the help of this game, he could become an athlete. Once he remembered the feeling of being chased by ghosts, he would be able to run as fast as he could in real life. After all, the feeling was deeply ingrained in his bones.
"There are so many ghosts hiding in this building …" Brother Hua gasped. He seemed to be recovering slightly. The main thing was that Han Fei had carried away all the scary ghosts on his back. His shock was far greater than his fear.
"Brother Bai, how did you come up with this idea?" Xiao Fang's way of addressing Han Fei had changed from Bai Shinian to Brother Bai. His eyes were filled with respect.
"I'm just mimicking. My teacher does the same thing. He's the first security guard I've met here." Han Fei was referring to the security guard at Yi Ming Private Academy. Compared to him, Han Fei was still lacking.
After climbing to the 4th floor, Han Fei finally reached the security room at 4: 44 am. However, just as he was about to enter the door, static came from Brother Hua's walkie-talkie.
"Can we finally contact the other security guards?!" Xiao Fang was excited, he felt like he had just escaped death.
Brother Hua sighed in relief. He moved the walkie-talkie to his ear. However, as he was about to speak, a woman's voice came from the other end.
"Why did you leave me there alone …"
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