Han Fei chased after her until the door to the main bedroom was slammed open. The mother who looked human earlier had morphed into a scary monster. Under the stimulation of the child's cries, her body had doubled in size and her body was covered in blood.
When the child saw the woman, he reverted back to his normal form. He clutched his broken leg and pointed at Han Fei, wailing.
Eager to save her son, the woman rushed to Han Fei.
Han Fei did not fight her head-on. He ran into the guest bedroom and as if he had predicted this, he chopped off the arm behind the door and kicked the door shut!
"Come out! Come with me! "
Han Fei reached under the bed to grab the little brother's collar and yanked him out.
The little brother was scared to tears. Now the room was filled with the sound of two children crying.
The mother banged on the door harder and the lock shook!
Han Fei guarded against the armoire and the back of the door. Suddenly the curtain fluttered and Han Fei felt something lightly touch the back of his head.
He turned back to look and saw a hanging ghost hanging behind the curtain. The thing that touched his head was the tip of the ghost's shoe.
When Han Fei noticed it, the ghost had already lunged at him.
At the same time, the guest bedroom door was slammed open. The mother poked her head into the room and glared at Han Fei.
His body was torn apart, and the pain made him lose consciousness.
…
Han Fei gritted his teeth until they bled. He crushed the frame and glared coldly at Room 1091.
'If I kill all the ghosts and humans in this room, I should be able to unlock a new ending.'
Han Fei had no idea why such a thought appeared in his mind. He felt like he was slowly morphing into a different person. 'Looks like the system notification is not complete. Death here will not only erase one's memory, it will also erase one's humanity.'
Dying again and again, struggling in pain and endless despair, Han Fei could feel the change in his heart.
'There's only one way to end all this and that is to face the next death seriously and find the only way out of this endless cycle.'
Using the glass shard to carve down the number of deaths and his name, Han Fei pushed the door open.
Han Fei used the main bedroom to trap the mother and the hair in the toilet to kill the body in the fridge. Then he placed the empty fridge next to the guest bedroom and opened the fridge door.
Han Fei calculated the location and used the model under the TV to trick Little Ghost.
He counted the time in his mind. Four seconds later, without looking back, Han Fei smashed the brazier at the door.
At that moment, the ghost appeared. It was hit by the brazier that contained the ashes of the paper money, and it fell sideways into the open fridge.
Before Little Ghost could react, Han Fei closed the fridge door, dragged the fridge to the bathroom and opened it again.
The little ghost rushed out of the fridge in a hurry, and then it was entangled by the black hair. It cried with all its might, but it could not escape.
To clear his name, before his mother went berserk, Han Fei retreated and dragged the fridge back to the second bedroom.
The whole process took less than 30 seconds, and Han Fei was astonishingly proficient.
"The real little brother is hiding under the bed. After I scare him to tears, my mother will still come. I need to deal with all the ghosts in the second bedroom before he cries."
There was no fear, no fear. Han Fei's expression was frighteningly calm.
He rushed into the house with the kitchen knife in his hand and slashed at the air.
When he raised the knife, there was nothing at the door, but when Han Fei gathered his strength and slashed down, two arms appeared. It felt like the arms were purposely extended to Han Fei for him to slash.
After slicing through the arms behind the door, Han Fei jumped onto the bed and swung the knife madly at a spot on the curtain.
A scream echoed. Han Fei tossed the ashes of the paper money out of the brazier. He wanted to drag Hanged Ghost into the fridge.
At that moment, the closet door opened. Without even looking, Han Fei stabbed the knife at a certain spot like he had eyes on the back of his head.
Han Fei used this precious time to deal a heavy blow to Hanged Ghost. However, while he was distracted, the shadows hiding under the study table surged out like the tide. They were ghosts that had been hiding in the dark corners of the room.
Han Fei's body was dragged into the darkness under the study table. The ghostly faces swallowed him whole.
…
The 14th time he opened his eyes, he was killed by the ghosts.
The 15th time he opened his eyes, he was dragged down the stairs by Hanged Ghost.
The 16th time he was wrapped in a bloody shirt, all his blood was sucked away.
The 17th time he was surrounded and killed.
The 18th time he did not smash the mirror, he was strangled to death by his hair.
…
Slowly opening his eyes, the man picked up the picture frame and smashed it. He picked up the sharpest piece of glass and instinctively slashed at his own arm.
After making the forty-fourth cut, he hesitated for a moment before making the forty-fifth cut.
'What do these bloody cuts represent? Why is this pain so familiar to me?! '
His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his arms. One of his arms was bleeding profusely from the cuts, while the other was completely unscathed.
'I seem to have forgotten something.'
He used the bloody arm to grab the glass shard and then slowly carved out a name on his other arm.
Han Fei!
Pushing open the door, the man entered the room.
'The next step is to get the key.'
The man had forgotten many things but he was very familiar with this room. It was like he had been living here for a long time. He knew the location of every ghost in this room and every ghost corresponded to a pain in his mind.
After tricking his mother into the bedroom, he obtained ropes and restraints. After killing the girl's head and the dead body inside the fridge, he turned on the kitchen fire.
While hunting the ghosts, he split his attention to smash the mirror.
Everything the man did was precise. He entered the bedroom three times. The first time, he lured the ghost out from the pile of toys and used the hair in the fridge and bathroom to kill the ghost.
The second time, he chopped off the arm behind the door and used the knife hidden inside the pile of toys to stab Hanged Ghost's heart.
Before the bloody shirt appeared, he retreated from the room. He moved the sofa to block the door to the main bedroom to prevent his mother from coming out.
Then he opened the door to the second bedroom for the third time. The bloody shirt was sucking the hanging ghost's Yin energy.
After it finished eating the ghost, the man opened his arms and put on the bloody shirt.
Tiny blood vessels pierced through the man's skin. They slowly sucked his blood but at the same time, they protected his vital organs.
Kicking the study table over, the ghosts crawled out from underneath it. They filled the room.
The man was expressionless as he looked at this scary scene. His short-term memory was amazing. In fact, he could remember every single movement of the ghosts.
When countless wandering ghosts rushed at him, he dodged between the skinny arms. It was as if the two sides had rehearsed this beforehand. The arms and claws always missed him by a hair's breadth.
He lured most of the ghosts to the bathroom and used the hair there to kill them. Then he used the knife and the bloody shirt to kill the remaining ghosts.
After ensuring that all the ghosts had been killed, his body was also sucked dry by the bloody shirt. He rushed into the kitchen and jumped at the fire.
The fire burned his body and the shirt. His cold eyes stared at the screaming shirt. He only left when the last piece of shirt was burned to ash.
"My clothes were burned during the murder."
Dragging his almost crippled body, the man picked up whatever he could see around him and threw it at the mirror in the bathroom.
When the last piece of lens fell off the frame, the woman's screams and the black hair in the bathroom disappeared.
Turning around silently, the man looked at the second bedroom.
He counted down. Three seconds later, a boy with a disfigured face crawled out from under the bed.
The child's expression was innocent, but his body was constantly changing. Thick blood vessels surged out of his body, and he exuded a strong malice.
The younger brother had turned into a monster. He consumed everything in the room, including toys, food, light, and parents' love.
The monster became more and more disgusting. If the man did not do something, he would be consumed as well.
"Based on the patient's report, after killing all the ghosts, I have to kill the ghost on the younger brother to clear the scenario. But is there really a ghost on the younger brother?"
The monster approached. The man dragged his body covered in wounds but his eyes were calm. "I have forgotten why I am here but I remember someone once told me to kill all the ghosts and save all the humans."
The man raised the knife but did not harm the monster. Instead, he pointed the tip at himself. "No matter how scary the younger brother has become, in your memory, he is still a human. The reason I am unable to leave until now is because there is still one more ghost in this room that has not been killed."
The knife pressed against his neck. The man still remembered his own picture in the frame at the door.
"The last ghost is me."
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