Chapter 93
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'I've died 5 times but now I know where the ghosts are hiding in the bedroom. Compared to the child's bedroom, the living room and kitchen are much safer.'
Han Fei had no idea why there would be so many ghosts in the child's bedroom. He had too little information for him to come up with an answer.
After using the frame fragment to carve out his name, Han Fei rushed back into the room.
Like before, he held the girl's head in place and then ran towards the master bedroom. To his surprise, the innermost bedroom was locked. Without the key, he could not open it.
'Of all the rooms in Room 1091, only the master bedroom is locked. Looks like I'll have to find the key to the master bedroom first.'
Even though he could not get into the room, Han Fei did not sit around and wait for his death. He had figured out the girl's movement pattern and attack pattern. Whenever she charged at him, he would be able to block her with the brazier.
Han Fei knew that it was impossible for him to clear the dungeon in one life, so he wanted to make his death more valuable each time!
Retreating to the other side of the living room, Han Fei kicked open the bathroom door. Perhaps the commotion was too loud because the woman who was chopping meat in the kitchen ran out with a cleaver.
Han Fei had no confidence in dealing with both the girl and the child's head at the same time. He used all his strength to smash the girl's head away and then hid inside the bathroom.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sharp cleaver hacked at the bathroom door. Han Fei could hear the woman's hysterical screams from outside the door. She appeared to have lost her mind.
'Can you hear me?! Can anyone hear me?! '
There was no one to communicate with, Room 1091 was a den of demons.
Han Fei held the door handle tightly. As he focused on dealing with the girl and the head outside the door, he heard the sound of running water behind him. Someone had turned on the faucet.
He turned to look. Black hair flowed out from the faucet. The hair looked like rotten seaweed. It gave off a horrible stench. It had curled around Han Fei's legs.
Unable to struggle, Han Fei's whole body was wrapped up by the black hair. His body was completely deformed.
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Opening his eyes, Han Fei's body was shivering. 'This is the 6th death.'
Han Fei smashed the photo frame and recorded it with the glass shard. He felt the pain on his arms.
'It is not realistic to rely on my own power to kill all the ghosts in this room. Only by making them kill each other will I stand a chance.'
There were many ghosts in the house. After dying 6 times, Han Fei still had no idea how many there were.
"The child's bedroom is the most dangerous, followed by the bathroom. Next time, I'll try to open the door to both the bathroom and the bedroom at the same time. I'll see if the ghost in the bathroom will fight with the ghost in the bedroom. Only when they're in a mess will I be safe."
"The mission requires me to kill all the ghosts and save all the people. The people in the room should be the middle-aged mother from the kitchen and the boy with the ruined face from the second bedroom. However, both of them are acting strangely as well. When they saw me, they reacted like they had seen a ghost."
Han Fei looked down at his portrait and an idea occurred to him.
"Am I a ghost too?"
Picking up the brazier, Han Fei stared at the door to Room 1091. 'The manager mission is woven from the manager's memory. In other words, there should be traces of the manager's presence inside the room. If I can find him, it'll be much easier.'
Han Fei knew nothing about managers, he needed more information.
However, he knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. He had to trade his life for all the information and clues.
This was a game with memories as the stake. The loser would lose everything.
Pushing open the door to Room 1091, Han Fei raised the brazier to block the girl's head. He had memorized all of the girl's movements, every step was a prediction.
He rushed straight to the door of the guest bedroom. After opening the door, he turned around and opened the door to the bathroom without a moment's pause.
The temperature in the room plummeted. The child in the second bedroom started to cry. Hearing the noise, the mother in the kitchen prepared to open the kitchen door.
At that moment, Han Fei arrived at the kitchen door. The moment the door opened, he leaped into the kitchen to grab the knife!
It was unclear whether it was because the kitchen was located in the middle of the house or because the kitchen was often lit, the temperature inside the room was higher than outside.
To prevent the girl's head from sneaking up on him, Han Fei closed the kitchen door the moment he leaped into the kitchen.
He knew time was of the essence, he could not afford to be held back by the woman so he was willing to trade injury for injury.
During the struggle for the knife, a set of keys inside the woman's apron fell beside the fridge.
'The keys are with the child's mother? Why would she lock the door to the master bedroom? I haven't seen the father in the house, could it be that the father is locked inside the master bedroom? '
He managed to grab the cleaver but when he reached for the keys, the fridge door suddenly opened. A headless body crawled out and dragged Han Fei into the fridge.
The bones cracked and cold air rushed into Han Fei's heart. Intense pain jolted every nerve in his body.
'So cold …'
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When he opened his eyes for the seventh time, Han Fei shattered the picture frame and scratched out the name on his arm.
'A girl's head will fall when I open the door, a headless child's body is hidden inside the kitchen fridge …'
Han Fei thought about the relationship between human and ghost. After he was ready, he entered the room again.
Similar to last time, he opened the door to the second bedroom and the bathroom. When he heard the child's shrill cries, he led the head to the kitchen door.
When the mother came out, Han Fei took out the set of keys from her apron pocket.
Evading the swing of the cleaver, Han Fei rushed to the master bedroom. Since the woman and the head were right behind him, he only had one chance to open the door.
He chose the first key and inserted it into the keyhole. He twisted the key but the door did not open. When he tried the second key, the cleaver was already on his body.
'There must be something hidden inside the master bedroom!'
…
After the eighth death, the ninth death, on Han Fei's tenth death, he finally managed to open the door to the master bedroom!
The moment the door slid open, Han Fei crawled into it and then used the key to close the master bedroom door.
The child's mother hacked at the wooden door while the girl's head slammed against the door. Han Fei knew his time was limited.
He turned to look around the room and his eyes were soon attracted by the double bed inside the room.
A boy of about 11 or 12 years old was tied to the bed that was full of stains. His hands and feet were tied to the leg of the bed, and he was wearing a hospital gown. He seemed to be in a coma.
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