Chapter 92

"If I can complete this manager task, I should be able to become the new building manager."

Han Fei kept giving himself psychological suggestions. He had learned a lot of psychological knowledge before, originally intended to heal his neighbor, but unexpectedly, he used it on himself first.

"The task doesn't give specific hints, so it seems I have to figure it out on my own."

He glanced at the brazier, the photo frame, and the portrait on the ground. It seemed like tonight was a spirit night.

"I feel something is off."

Han Fei turned the portrait of himself upside down on the ground, gently grabbed the doorknob of Room 1091, and as he tried to push the door, the system's voice echoed in his mind.

"Player 0000, please note! You must kill all the ghosts in this room and save all the people!"

The door of Room 1091 opened with a creak, and even before Han Fei stepped inside, a girl's head fell from the door frame and bit into his neck!

Pain surged through him. Han Fei grabbed the head with both hands, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't shake it off.

Blood blurred his vision, and he couldn't breathe or even scream.

His strength waned, and pain spread throughout his body. Han Fei fell to the ground, his consciousness fading, and he could no longer get up.

"Is this death?"

...

His eyes snapped open, and Han Fei found himself standing at the door of Room 1091. The portrait on the ground showed a smiling version of himself.

"Have I already died once?"

Everything happened so suddenly. The core purpose of this task seemed to be to kill the player at all costs and make the player lose their memory.

Han Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and remembered the system's warning.

In the manager task, death has no penalty, but it results in memory loss. When one forgets who they are, the previous manager will use their body to be reborn.

"This task is even more dangerous and difficult than I imagined!"

Han Fei carefully recalled, and he realized he didn't seem to have forgotten anything important, which was the most unsettling part: "Have I already completely forgotten something?"

Suppressing the unease in his heart, Han Fei looked at Room 1091 again: "A girl's head falls as soon as the door opens, and it bites my neck directly..."

He didn't want to experience that pain again. He looked around, picked up the brazier from the ground: "The system gave me a hint to kill all the ghosts in the room, but what can I use to kill them? Burn the brazier? Or bite them back?"

After thinking for about five minutes, Han Fei didn't even touch the door this time. However, the door of Room 1091 opened on its own, and the girl's head fell again, biting Han Fei to death in a pool of blood.

...

His eyes opened, and Han Fei instinctively touched his neck: "Staying too long will also get me killed. I have to find a way to get inside the room!"

Gathering his courage, the first two deaths had given Han Fei pain but also helped him remember the position of the head. This time, he would avoid it and rush into the room.

Picking up the brazier filled with ash, Han Fei pushed the door open and immediately covered a direction with the iron basin!

"Bang!"

The girl's head hit the brazier, and a scream echoed in the room.

Han Fei knew the head was strong. He rushed into the room, using his body to press the brazier down, trying to keep the head trapped.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As the head hit the brazier, Han Fei quickly surveyed the room: "A glass coffee table, a fruit bowl with rotten fruit, a bedroom to the left, and a kitchen door to the right..."

When he could no longer hold the head down, Han Fei rushed to the kitchen. He needed a weapon, even a kitchen knife would do.

Pushing open the kitchen door, a strong stench hit him. In front of the cutting board, a middle-aged woman was chopping rotten meat!

Seeing Han Fei, she screamed and slashed at him with the kitchen knife.

Blood spurted, and the head bit his neck again. Han Fei fell to the ground, enduring unimaginable pain, but his mind was working furiously, his eyes scanning the room, trying to remember as much as possible!

...

"Fourth death."

Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't know what he had forgotten. He hated this feeling.

"The difficulty of this task is beyond imagination. The main issue is that I forget something each time I die. I've even forgotten what I've forgotten."

"If this continues, I might forget that I'm on a task and who I am. Will I end up thinking I belong here?"

The thought was terrifying. Han Fei mentally counted the time: "Memory is divided into two types: brain memory and body memory. Many people who lose their memory still remember some repetitive actions. The black box in my brain can probably only affect brain memory."

To leave himself a way out and to prevent himself from being completely lost, Han Fei decided to do something crazy.

He looked at the photo frame containing his portrait, picked it up, and smashed it. Then, he grabbed a piece of broken glass and cut four bloody lines on his arm.

This was the fourth death!

Blood dripped from his fingers. Han Fei felt the pain and then cut "Han Fei" into his other arm.

"Repeat this after each death. I hope my body can remember this pain!"

He selected the sharpest piece of glass and put it in his pocket. Han Fei opened the door, used the brazier to block the head, and then rushed to the bedroom door on the other side of the room.

Chased by the head, he didn't dare to stop: "There are two bedroom doors. The first one has an alphabet chart and posters, probably for a child."

Gripping the doorknob, Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door closest to the living room.

Toys were scattered on the floor, and a five or six-year-old child was sitting with their back to Han Fei.

The head was right behind him. Han Fei rushed into the room, remembering the system's final hint: kill all the ghosts and save all the people.

"Is this child human?"

He instinctively avoided the child, but the child sensed his presence and slowly turned around, revealing a face full of scars.

The child screamed, and two long arms suddenly extended from the shadows behind the door, grabbing Han Fei and hanging him in the room.

His neck deformed, his face turned blue, and his eyes bulged as Han Fei stared at the bedroom.

"There are blood-stained clothes in the wardrobe gap, half a face under the bed, a person hanging behind the curtains, and a moving shadow under the desk. There are at least four ghosts in this bedroom..."

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Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't think about anything. He first smashed the photo frame and began training his body memory in his own way.

Bloody wounds represented a past he must never forget.