Clothes hung everywhere. They were stained with blood. Most of them were worn by the deceased. Every piece of clothing represented a despairing memory.
In this maze made up of dead people's clothes, Han Fei ran into his first danger.
The madman and the red dress who had entered the armoire with him had disappeared. Han Fei, who stood where he was, was discovered by the thing inside the armoire.
The slender arms were of different lengths, they obviously belonged to different people but they appeared to be attached to the same body.
The bloody clothes were peeled off one by one. The twisted arms reached into the pockets. It rummaged through the belongings left behind by the deceased. It extracted the last memory of the deceased and then consumed them like snacks.
There was no wind inside the armoire but all the clothes were swaying. They looked like dead bodies standing at the bottom of the water. However, it was not their black hair that floated but blood vessels that kept spreading.
Han Fei could not breathe. More and more arms popped out from a certain direction. The pale fingers appeared to have grown noses and ears. Even though Han Fei tried his best to avoid them, he was still noticed.
Its movements became more violent. The hanging clothes were pushed aside. One of the arms seemed to have discovered something. Suddenly, the python that was swimming in the underground river slithered towards Han Fei!
Pulling out the Blade of Rebirth, his muscles tensed. Han Fei prepared to activate the Ghost Tattoo. However, at that moment, a music box that was several metres to his left was knocked over. The strange yet familiar music came from inside the armoire.
The moment the music appeared, the pale arms changed direction. From a corner that Han Fei did not notice earlier, several more arms popped out and reached for the music box.
'So many?'
Han Fei only saw one arm but in reality, there were 5 arms that approached him.
One of the clothes behind him touched Han Fei's face. His shoulders sank as a bandaged hand landed on him.
Turning around, Han Fei saw a woman in her early thirties standing behind him. Her left hand was cut by something and her right hand was holding a fruit knife.
Without saying anything, the woman signaled for Han Fei to follow her.
Han Fei bent down and silently retreated.
The woman seemed to know this armoire very well. She could tell the direction from the size and location of the blood stains on the clothes. She led Han Fei for several minutes before she stopped.
"Why did you come here?" Squatting down, the woman finally opened her mouth to speak. Her vocal cords sounded like they were rubbing against each other, and every word that came out of her mouth made one feel uncomfortable.
"I feel like there's something wrong with my wardrobe. I keep dreaming about this wardrobe. To be honest, I don't know if I'm in a nightmare or reality." Han Fei's expression was impeccable. Panic, confusion, panic. He forced himself to calm down, but he couldn't completely hide his uneasiness. It was hard to imagine that a face could express so many emotions so clearly, and it felt so natural.
"This is not a nightmare. This is a place scarier than a nightmare. Everything is real." The woman curled up inside the bloody dress and tried to use it to cover her body.
"Then how did you get here? It feels like you've lived here for a long time. " Han Fei studied the woman. The woman had a well-proportioned body and appeared muscular. He could see the obvious muscles on her forearms.
"I'm here to look for my son." The woman's voice was soft. "I can't remember the exact time. At the time, my son would cry in his sleep. One night, he suddenly ran into my room at midnight. He said that someone was looking at him from the wardrobe and he was very afraid."
"You didn't take his words to heart?"
"I helped him check the wardrobe, there was nothing inside." The woman gripped the knife and her voice was hoarse. "That night, I decided to accompany him to sleep but after midnight, I was woken up by a voice. I opened my eyes to look and saw my son standing alone before the wardrobe. His lips kept mumbling something …
"I can't hear it clearly, but I think he was saying something like, 'She's my mother now, don't come and play with me anymore' or something along those lines.
"There was no light in the room. At the time, I was spooked. I didn't dare to move until the wardrobe door slowly opened and pieces of clothes dangled from inside.
"Just as I was thankful that everything was normal, a woman's face peeked out from behind the hanging clothes. She looked eighty to ninety percent like me! The thing that scared me the most was that she seemed to be looking at me. The more she looked at me, the more her face looked like me.
"I sat up in bed and switched on the light. Then something even more disturbing happened. I realized my son was lying behind me. The boy who stood before the wardrobe had disappeared but the wardrobe door was still open.
"After my son woke up, he rubbed his eyes and asked me, 'Mother, what's wrong?'
"But when I heard him call me mother, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. A doubt appeared in my mind — is he really my son?"
The woman gripped the knife in her hand. When she spoke, she did not forget to look around.
"From that day onward, I felt like I was going crazy. I kept hearing my son's voice in my room and seeing my son running past me.
"I started to investigate the origin of the wardrobe. I bought the wardrobe from a second-hand market. The craftsmanship was excellent and the price was cheap. At the time, I thought I had gotten it from someone, but after asking the professionals, I found out that someone had died inside the wardrobe.
"When I returned home, I planned to throw the wardrobe away, but after I entered the house, I couldn't find my son no matter how hard I tried. The only possibility I could think of was that the wardrobe had stolen my son."
Veins popped on the back of the woman's hand that gripped the knife. "I didn't dare destroy the wardrobe. I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn't be able to find my son anymore. From that day onward, I bought many things and waited outside the wardrobe every night.
"I slept during the day and guarded the wardrobe at night, but nothing happened.
"I stayed like that for a long time. One time, I was so tired that I accidentally slept into the night.
When I opened my eyes again, the wardrobe door that was originally closed had been opened. The clothes appeared to be hiding something.
"I pulled the clothes aside and found the gasoline that I had prepared. I lit it up and poured it into the wardrobe. I was prepared. If I couldn't find my son, I would come back before the gasoline ran out and burn the wardrobe.
"But to my surprise, the wardrobe seemed to be at the border between dream and reality. I didn't walk far before the fire went out. I couldn't even light the lighter.
"To make matters worse, there were all kinds of monsters hiding in the wardrobe. They started to chase me crazily. I was lucky enough to survive."
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