Chapter 93

"Having died five times, I now have a clear understanding of the hiding spots of the ghosts in the bedroom. Compared to the child’s bedroom, the living room and kitchen are actually safer."

Han Fei couldn’t understand why there were so many ghosts in the child’s room. The information he had was too limited to deduce the reason.

After inscribing his name with a frame fragment, Han Fei once again rushed into the room.

He still started by covering the girl’s head, then ran toward the master bedroom, which was farther from the living room. However, to his surprise, the master bedroom at the back of the room was locked, and without a key, it was impossible to open.

"Only the master bedroom in room 1091 is locked. There must be something wrong here. I need to find the key to the master bedroom first."

Unable to enter the room, Han Fei didn’t just sit and wait for death. He had already figured out the movement patterns and attack habits of the girl’s head. Whenever she charged, he could always block her with the fire basin in advance.

Fighting while retreating, Han Fei knew it was impossible to clear the room in one life, so he wanted to make each death more meaningful!

Retreating to the other side of the living room, Han Fei kicked open the bathroom door. Perhaps the noise was too loud, as the woman in the kitchen, wielding a cleaver, ran out.

Facing both the woman and the child’s head at the same time, Han Fei had no confidence. He used all his strength to smash the girl’s head away and then hid in the bathroom.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sharp cleaver continuously hacked at the bathroom door. Han Fei could hear the woman’s hysterical voice outside, as if she had completely lost her mind.

"Can you hear me! Is there anyone who can hear me!"

Without anyone to communicate with, room 1091 was like a den of demons.

Gripping the doorknob tightly, Han Fei focused on dealing with the head and the woman outside. Suddenly, the sound of running water came from behind him. Someone had turned on the faucet.

Turning his head, he saw black hair continuously flowing from the faucet. The black hair, like rotten seaweed, emitted a strong stench and had already entangled his legs.

Unable to struggle, Han Fei was eventually completely wrapped in black hair, his body deformed by the tight grip.

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Opening his eyes, Han Fei’s body trembled slightly: "The sixth death."

Smashing the photo frame, he used the glass fragments to record, carefully feeling the pain in his arm.

"Killing all the ghosts in the room with my own strength is unrealistic. I only have a chance if I can make them fight each other."

There were many ghosts in the room, and even after dying six times, Han Fei still hadn’t figured out how many ghosts were in the room.

"The child’s bedroom is the most dangerous, followed by the bathroom. Next time, I’ll try opening the bathroom and bedroom doors simultaneously to see if the ghosts in the bathroom will fight the ghosts in the bedroom. Only when they are in chaos will I be safe."

"The task requires me to kill all the ghosts and save all the people. The people in the room should be the middle-aged mother in the kitchen and the disfigured boy in the secondary bedroom. However, their states are also very strange. They react very strongly when they see me, as if they’ve seen a ghost."

Han Fei looked down at his own photo, an idea forming in his mind.

"Am I also a ghost?"

Picking up the fire basin, Han Fei stared at the door of room 1091: "The task is based on the memories of the administrator, meaning there should be traces of the administrator’s existence in the room, or even the administrator himself. If I can find him, it will be much easier."

Han Fei knew nothing about the administrator and needed more information.

However, he also knew there was no free lunch. All information and clues would have to be obtained at the cost of his life.

This was a game of memory, where the losing side would lose everything.

Opening the door of room 1091, Han Fei raised the fire basin to block the girl’s head. He had memorized all her movement patterns, almost predicting every step.

He rushed straight to the door of the secondary bedroom, opened it, and without stopping, turned around and opened the bathroom door.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and the child in the secondary bedroom started crying. The mother in the kitchen heard the noise and prepared to open the kitchen door.

At this moment, Han Fei arrived at the kitchen door just in time. As the door opened, he rushed into the kitchen, ready to grab the cleaver!

Perhaps because the kitchen was in the positive position of the house or because it was often used for cooking, the temperature in the kitchen was higher than outside.

To prevent the girl’s head from ambushing him, Han Fei closed the kitchen door as soon as he rushed in.

He knew time was short and couldn’t be delayed by the woman, so he was willing to trade injuries for injuries.

During the struggle for the cleaver, a set of keys fell from the woman’s apron pocket, landing beside the refrigerator.

"The keys are on the mother? Why did she lock the master bedroom? I haven’t seen the father in the room. Could the father be locked in the master bedroom?"

He successfully obtained the cleaver, but when he went to pick up the keys beside the refrigerator, the refrigerator door suddenly opened, and a headless corpse emerged, grabbing Han Fei and pulling him into the refrigerator.

Bones shattered, cold air rushed into his chest, and intense pain stimulated every nerve.

"So cold..."

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Opening his eyes for the seventh time, Han Fei didn’t think much, first smashing the frame and inscribing a blood mark and his name on his arm.

"Opening the door will cause a girl’s head to fall, and the refrigerator in the kitchen hides a headless child’s corpse..."

Han Fei thought about the relationship between the ghosts and the people in the room, prepared, and entered the room again.

As before, he first opened the doors of the secondary bedroom and the bathroom. Hearing the child’s piercing cry, he guided the head to the kitchen door.

As the mother came out, Han Fei took the set of keys from her apron pocket.

Avoiding the swinging cleaver, Han Fei rushed to the master bedroom. Since the woman and the head were right behind him, he only had one chance to try the key.

Choosing the first key, Han Fei inserted it into the lock and turned it, but the door didn’t open. As he prepared to try the second key, the cleaver already landed on him.

"There must be something in the master bedroom!"

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Dying for the eighth and ninth times, it wasn’t until his tenth death that Han Fei successfully opened the master bedroom door!

As the door opened, he immediately rushed in and locked the master bedroom door with the key.

The mother, wielding a cleaver, continuously hacked at the wooden door, and the girl’s head pounded against the door. Han Fei knew his time was limited.

He turned to examine the room, and his gaze was quickly drawn to the double bed in the room.

A boy of about eleven or twelve was tied to the bed, his hands and feet bound to the bedposts with restraints. He was wearing a hospital-issued patient gown and seemed to be in a coma.

"I’ve been to all the rooms in the house. There should only be three living people: the mother and two children. Who among them was the former administrator?"