Chapter 95

The diagnostic report mentioned a passage that described how the child had witnessed his father killing someone in the bedroom, and then saw his father disposing of the body in the bathroom, and finally hiding the body in the kitchen refrigerator.

The report stated that these three locations corresponded to the bedroom where the younger brother was, the bathroom where the long-haired ghost was, and the refrigerator containing the headless body.

The bedroom where the younger brother was had the most ghosts and was the most dangerous. It was likely that the older brother's subconscious was still affected by the incident of his father killing someone in the bedroom, making the bedroom a source of danger and disaster for him.

The long hair constantly emerging from the bathroom might be another scene that the young brother had witnessed, where his father was disposing of the body in the bathroom, with the hair floating on the blood.

The refrigerator in the kitchen had been used by the father to hide the body. It made sense that the older brother would imagine the meat pieces reassembling into a person.

The internal logic was not complicated. Han Fei knew that this place was woven from the memories of the administrator. Now he was certain that the administrator was the comatose older brother.

"The mission requires me to save all the living people. The administrator is also considered a living person, so I have to ensure he is not killed."

This was the first time Han Fei was undertaking an administrator mission, and he had to figure out many things on his own.

"The bedroom is where the killing took place, the bathroom is where the body was disposed of, and the kitchen refrigerator is where the body was hidden. In the older brother's subconscious, the bedroom is a gathering place for ghosts and monsters, the bathroom can dispose of them, and the refrigerator can contain them."

After the headless body in the refrigerator was digested by the black hair, Han Fei picked up the ashtray from the living room and smashed it at the mirror again.

"I can't completely shatter it; I can only hit the edges to slow down its recovery."

As the woman in the mirror screamed, Han Fei dragged the refrigerator out of the bathroom and moved it to the bedroom door.

"The scarred child is the younger brother. According to the diagnostic report, he likely harbors a very terrifying ghost."

Han Fei did not dare to act rashly and did not want to stay in the house for too long. The room seemed to change at any moment, and more terrifying monsters could appear at any time.

Holding a kitchen knife, Han Fei pushed open the door to the secondary bedroom.

Drawing on his previous experience, he dodged to the side the moment he opened the door.

Two long arms reached out from the shadows behind the door but missed.

Han Fei had been killed once by the long arms. Now, seeing his enemy, he was filled with rage and swung the knife at them.

"You can kill me once, but every time I come in, I will kill you again!"

The kitchen knife, often used by the woman to chop meat, was stained with blood, which carried a certain malevolence.

The knife easily cut into the long arms. Instead of severing them, Han Fei grabbed the handle and tried to drag the entity out from behind the door.

As he struggled with the arms, the child sitting among the toys heard the commotion. The scarred face turned to Han Fei, and he was instantly terrified and started crying.

The shrill cries echoed in the room, and the main bedroom door began to bang as the mother, tied to the bed, seemed to have gone mad.

"It seems that in the administrator's memory, the mother would do anything to protect her children."

The mother, tied to the bed, seemed to have broken free and was desperately banging on the main bedroom door.

"If the mother wants to protect her child, I just need to bring the child out of the secondary bedroom and to her side, and she should stop focusing on me."

Changing his mind, Han Fei cut off the arm behind the door and decisively rushed into the room. "Give me your hand!"

He was ready to drag the disfigured child out of the bedroom, but to his surprise, as soon as his hand reached out to the child,

the child, who had been crying loudly, suddenly smiled strangely, reached into the pile of toys, and stabbed Han Fei's palm with a knife.

"Hehe."

The sharp nails grabbed Han Fei's arm, and the child climbed onto his shoulder, driving the sharp nails into Han Fei's neck.

His vision began to blur, and Han Fei knew he was doomed. Using the last bit of his life, he crashed into the wardrobe.

The wardrobe door opened, and a blood-soaked piece of clothing, like a living person, was hiding in the corner, emitting a strong stench.

As his body fell to the ground, Han Fei, in his last moment of consciousness, looked under the bed.

Under the bed, another child was hiding, his face also disfigured, and he looked exactly like the child in the toy pile.

The younger brother was hiding under the bed? Was the one outside a ghost?

...

"Twelfth time!"

Smashing the photo frame, Han Fei recorded the number of deaths on his arm and carefully thought through every step of the mission.

"The real younger brother is hiding under the bed. If I don't want the mother to go mad, the best way is to save him first."

Twelve deaths, each one bringing deep pain to Han Fei, subtly influencing him.

"The system once reminded me that each death would result in memory loss, but what memory did I lose?"

"The main memories are not missing. I am Han Fei, an actor, and I am on an administrator mission in the Perfect Life deep world. The game memories are not gone; I remember Xu Qin, Meng Shi, and the crying. As for reality... I don't have friends or family in reality."

Han Fei could not remember anyone he knew in reality. The only one he had a vague impression of was a police officer: "Recently, due to the human puzzle case, I had contact with the police, but it was just contact; I am not familiar with them."

Thinking about this, Han Fei paused: "There was a police officer who helped me?"

Rubbing his temples, Han Fei felt uneasy and began recording more key information on his body with glass shards.

The five minutes passed quickly. When the girl's head ran out of the room, Han Fei had already raised the brazier.

He acted like a programmed machine, executing each step with extreme precision.

After dealing with the body in the refrigerator in the same way, Han Fei dragged the refrigerator to the bedroom door. Knowing that the child would cry when he saw him, this time he planned to lure him out.

"That little brat seems to like toys."

Finding a few doll models under the TV in the living room, Han Fei placed them at the bedroom door and opened it.

After a while, the disfigured child, puzzled, walked out of the room. He picked up the model and then noticed Han Fei hiding in the shadows.

The ghost was terrified and had no time to dodge as Han Fei swung the knife at him.

"Hehe? Keep hehe-ing!"

After being injured, the ghost's body became ethereal, and its speed increased dramatically. It started crying again.