My Healing Game

　　　　 lived alone in a rented house in the old city. The first thing Han Fei did after returning home from get off work was to turn on the TV. He didn't watch it, just listened to a noise to prevent the house from being too deserted.

　　 Having lived alone for so many years, it was the first time that his "home" was so "lively".

　　 The seven ghosts are watching TV on the sofa, and there is an extra person. No one breaks the calmness. It feels quite harmonious.

After 　　 can quit the game at any time, Han Fei's upper limit of courage is raised. He wants to get close to his roommates and find clues about the murderer from the victims.

　　 The memories of the deceased were repeatedly played on the old-fashioned square-box TV, and Han Fei also imprinted every detail in his mind.

　　 is getting closer and closer to four o'clock in the morning. If you don’t do the bathing mission anymore, the novice mission will probably be counted as a failure.

　　 Han Fei looked at the watch on the wall and waited until 3:50 in the morning, he stood up in silence and walked to the bathroom alone.

　　 "It doesn't matter, I have to try it. Collecting all the rewards for the novice task will definitely be of great benefit to me."

　　 Entering the bathroom, Han Fei did not turn on the light. He recalled the request of the bathing mission: "I want to use game props to clean the body, face and head. The total cleaning time should not be less than 20 minutes."

　　 "Perfect Life" is essentially a Sims game, so it will set a common thing in life such as a bath as a task. Han Fei is not too surprised, although he also knows in his heart that this can't be just a simple bath.

　　 After checking the surrounding area, Han Fei found that the door lock of the bathroom had been broken and could not be locked at all.

　　 "Can't you lock the door?" Han Fei frowned, but he quickly adjusted his mentality: "Fortunately, the task does not force to undress and wash."

　　 Turning on the shower, Han Fei is wearing clothes and standing under the water with a kitchen knife.

　　 The cold water washed over the body, the clothes stuck to the skin, and the dull feeling was uncomfortable.

　　 "This game really restores all the details."

　　 After flushing cold water for half a minute, Han Fei found that the completion rate of the shower task in the taskbar was still zero.

　　 After he waited for his body to get soaked, he looked at the sink, where shampoo, facial cleanser and shower gel were placed.

　　 "It feels different to take a bath in the murder house almost 4 o'clock in the morning. No matter how high the water temperature is, it feels cold in my heart."

　　 He tried to squeeze some shower gel onto his body. At this time, the completion of the bathing task finally began to slowly increase.

　　 "It turns out that wearing clothes and taking a bath is like this. In the game, you can really try a lot of things that you haven't done in reality."

Han Fei has slowly realized one thing. There are all kinds of constraints in the normal perfect life game, and there are no restrictions in the perfect life game he plays. No one will restrict him. As long as he can survive, he can try. To do anything.

　　 This can be the **** of human nature, or the heaven of blood red, everything depends on how he chooses.

　　 The water temperature gradually warmed up, and a thin mist of water rose up from the bathroom, Han Fei had been paying a high degree of concentration.

　　 When he finished washing his body and was about to wash his hair, the bathroom door that had been closed suddenly opened by himself.

　　 "Who came in?"

　　 The probe looked towards the living room. The TV was still playing a warm picture, but the seven victims sitting on the sofa disappeared.

　　 The temperature of the water is getting higher and higher, but Han Fei feels getting colder and colder.

　　 The air in the narrow bathroom seemed to freeze, and Han Fei, who was about to suffocate, looked at the mirror shrouded in water mist.

In the mirror on the 　　 dressing table, besides Han Fei, there are seven other figures.

　　 did not dare to look back, Han Fei stared straight at the mirror.

　　 Wei Youfu in the mirror slowly walked out from behind Han Fei, and he stretched out his hand to write on the mirror.

　　 At the same time, words began to appear outside the misty mirror—the child was about to appear, help her.

　　 This is the first time Han Fei has communicated with the residents of the haunted house. He looked at the words on the mirror and looked at Wei Youfu standing next to him in the mirror. Suddenly, he had a very strange feeling.

　　 In the reality outside the game, his assigned role is also Wei Youfu, and at this moment, he is separated from the dead person by a mirror.

　　 still felt scared instinctively in his heart, but besides being scared, there was another emotion in his heart.

　　 is neither sympathy nor pity. He looked at the seven victims in pain and despair in the mirror, as if he had seen his previous self.

　　 Raising his arm, Han Fei’s fingertips touched the mirror.

　　 The coolness came into his mind, and he nodded slowly: "I can help her."

　　 After he finished saying this, Wei Youfu showed Han Fei a simple smile, and then his head and neck began to ooze blood, and a series of scars appeared.

　　 His body was violently disassembled by Han Fei's side, like a broken puzzle.

　　Blood blossoms bloomed on the white walls of the bathroom. Han Fei had never experienced such a horrible thing. He didn't even know whether it was water or blood that was washing his body now.

　　 What made him even more horrified was that Wei Youfu was only the first.

　　 After Wei Youfu’s body was disassembled, Amei, Cui Tianci, Cui Caiyi...

　　 Blossoms of bright blood flowers bloom in the narrow bathroom, the world in the mirror is already blood red, indescribable in the **** on earth, but in reality Han Fei is like falling into an ice cave, his body can't control tremor. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 The water dripped down the cheeks, and the blood ran across the mirror.

　　Han Fei has closed his eyes. The cruelty and fear are not comparable to any horror film. The straightforward sense of reality is like a sharp sword, and it has pierced Han Fei's heart.

　　 When the bodies of the seven victims were all disassembled, their flesh and blood in the mirror seemed to have their own lives. Despair, resentment, and pain formed a black line, and began to rework the scattered limbs.

　　 This seems to be what the murderer once did, and Han Fei is now standing in the middle of the murder scene.

　　 Flesh and flesh are used as puzzles, life is threaded by resentment, and an ugly, crazy, and terrifying monster is reborn in the body of the dead.

　　 Its body is getting bigger and bigger, and the painful and distorted faces of the seven deceased gradually emerged. They all lost their minds, screaming and yelling crazily, and their residual broken arms were everywhere in the room.

　　 The scene in the mirror was too bloody, but Han Fei still forced himself to watch it. He kept in mind the words left by Wei Youfu, he was going to help the child who was about to appear.

　　 "It is impossible for the seven dead to do this for no reason. They disassembled and put together in front of me, they must want me to see something!"

　　 The blood vessels bulged high, the flesh and blood were swallowed, the monster reached the ceiling, and its body was still swelling.

　　 Blood poured in. As the monster continued to swell, Han Fei finally found the location of the monster's heart.

　　 He saw a strange face in the monster's body.

　　 He checked all the information related to the human body spelling pattern and never saw that face, and the police never released any information related to that face.

　　 "She is the dead number eight? Is she the last piece of the puzzle?"