'It really is him!'
When the middle-aged man mentioned the company, Han Fei was reminded of Feng Ziyu. Before the Ziggurat was deleted by Perfect Life, Feng Ziyu and his colleague were the last two testers to enter the Ziggurat. It was understandable why the Butterfly would target him.
"Feng Ziyu is a very low profile person. If not for the occasional sound coming from his room, I would've suspected the room upstairs was empty." The middle-aged man's face was filled with regret. "I shouldn't have been so nosy. The fortune-teller told me a long time ago that 40 is my limit. He told me to take care of myself."
"Instead of believing in fate, you should focus on improving your own ability." Han Fei helped the middle-aged man up. "Has your neighbour done anything strange these few days?"
"I haven't seen him for the past few days, he doesn't seem to have left his room. Oh right! Every night, there would be knocks on the door, it sounded like it was on his door! "
"Knocks on the door at night?"
"Probably after midnight. I thought he called for a service at night. I understand he's been single for so many years, so I didn't think much of it." The middle-aged man did not dare touch the clothes next to him. He stood carefully behind Han Fei. "Other than the knocks, there doesn't seem to be anything out of place."
"Do you still remember where you woke up?" Han Fei wanted to see if he could find any useful clues at the spot where the middle-aged man woke up. After all, the man couldn't have crawled into the cupboard on his own, something must have moved him.
"I can't remember, but I think it was in that direction." The middle-aged man pointed behind him. "I was in a panic, so I didn't pay attention, but I do remember one thing. When I woke up, there were many torn and bloody clothes on the ground, and there were black words written on them."
In real life, Feng Ziyu was missing. His body was nowhere to be found.
Based on the last message he sent to Huang Yin, he should have been lured into the dream by the Butterfly. He even saw Room 4444.
If Room 4444 was the Butterfly's channel that connected the real world to the cryptic world, then Feng Ziyu should be in the cryptic world now.
The neighbor uncle was an accident. For a 'thing' like him that was of little use, the butterfly might have just thrown him into the wardrobe passage and left him to fend for himself.
Han Fei tried to connect the limited information in his mind. 'Reality, the Dream World, the cryptic world … Is it possible that these three are connected in this way? The human consciousness in real life is connected to the dream, the Dream World is connected to the Butterfly's Room 4444 and Room 4444 is connected to the cryptic world through the armoire? After all, Room 4444's serial number is different from any other room in the Ziggurat. Strictly speaking, it doesn't belong to the Ziggurat. "
"If that's the case, then there's a problem. What is Room 4444? Is it really a room? "
With the black box and Spirit Farer talent, for Han Fei, the whole Perfect Life was like his Room 4444.
As long as anyone logged into the game and met certain conditions, they could be summoned.
If that was the case, what would Room 4444 of the Butterfly be?
'Looks like I've been limited by my habitual thinking. But there is one thing I can deduce — if there is no Room 4444 in the Ziggurat, then perhaps the only way to enter that special room is through the wardrobe. “”
With that in mind, Han Fei knew he could not waste any more time. He needed to find the exit as soon as possible before the exit button lit up.
"Come on, let's go to the place where you woke up." Han Fei supported the middle-aged man and then turned to the silent woman. "Let's go together, I promise I'll help you find your child."
Before this, Han Fei's greatest fear was to attract attention in public but now, without realizing it, he had become the core of the group.
Under the pressure of survival, Han Fei had been reborn.
Walking through the bloody clothes, time slowly lost its meaning. The despair on the middle-aged man's face deepened but whenever the thought of giving up crossed his mind, he would see Han Fei's determined face.
He could not find any trace of fear on Han Fei's face. This man who was much younger than he was gave off a sense of security. The confidence and calmness seeped out from his bones. It was as if he had a trump card that would guarantee him victory and he could leave this horrible world at any moment.
Under the influence of Han Fei, the middle-aged man and the woman's mood brightened. A faint hope rose in their hearts — perhaps they really could find a way out.
The number of clothes that were stained with blood increased. After who knew how long they had been walking, Han Fei, who was at the back of the group, suddenly patted the middle-aged man's shoulder and then whispered something into his ear.
"Do not turn back, maintain your normal speed."
"What's wrong?"
"Tell the woman that there is a bloody shirt following us. It appears to be a monster disguised as a bloody shirt. Tell her to pick up speed after one minute and see if she can shake off the monster." Han Fei used the quickest and calmest tone to deliver a very bad news. They had been targeted by the most troublesome thing in the closet.
The middle-aged man relayed Han Fei's message honestly to the woman. Several seconds later, the woman suddenly started to run. The middle-aged man and Han Fei, who were already prepared, also started to run.
Knowing that it had been discovered, the monster disguised as a bloody shirt revealed its true form.
Two blood red arms crawled out from the shirt's sleeves. A face covered in cloth appeared on the shirt. The red cloth grew into the flesh and the shirt became a part of it, like it was its skin.
It moved very fast. Like a blood red shadow, it closed the distance between Han Fei and the rest.
After running for a while, the difference in stamina between the 3 survivors became obvious.
Han Fei's expression did not change. He did not use his full strength. The woman followed closely behind him while the middle-aged man panted heavily. His legs slowly gave out.
If they left the middle-aged man behind, Han Fei and the woman would be able to escape easily. With the middle-aged man's size, the evil shadow would be able to feed on him for a long time.
"Bang!"
Perhaps he was too afraid, the middle-aged man tripped over the pile of clothes on the ground.
When he fell, the middle-aged man's face turned grey. In that moment, he was consumed by despair. His initially clean shirt started to be stained with blood.
"Give me your hand!"
While Han Fei was running for his life, he kept observing his surroundings. It couldn't be helped. He had too much experience in running for his life, and many things had become a habit.
Seeing that the monster was about to catch up to them, Han Fei grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and dragged him. Now he started to pull.
With the buff from the Ziggurat's Patrol Talent, Han Fei's running speed was quite insane. If a passerby saw Han Fei running in the dark at midnight, they would probably think they had seen a ghost.
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