My Healing Game

　　　　 Every time he quit the game, Han Fei would have a good feeling of being alive from the bottom of his heart.

　　 He didn't rest too long, turned on the light beside the bed, and turned his head to look at the wall full of murder photos.

　　 "Why did the seven dead people with the human body pattern appear that way? Are all seven of them trapped in that room?"

　　 Generally speaking, as long as the house where unnatural death has occurred, it can be called a murder house. The house where Han Fei lived seems to have seven dead people. This is simply a murder house among the murder houses.

　　 "Now that Wei Youfu and Amei are a little more sober, what I have to do next is to help the other deceased regain their sanity."

　　Han Fei knew in his heart that the biggest last wish of the dead was to catch the murderer, but the problem was that he was just an 18th-line comedian, and he had plenty of energy but not enough energy. Even if he really met the murderer, who was caught by whom is not always certain.

"Come slowly, it's better to be safe. After all, there is only one life." Han Fei took out his mobile phone and began to record: "The old building where I live in the game is very dangerous. The current information is shared by each floor. There are four rooms. I live on the fourth floor. I just saw the reaction of the neighbors on the sixth floor. The residents in this building should know that I live in a haunted house. They dare not come in casually."

　　 "From this perspective, the monster in my house should be considered more dangerous. At least many residents are afraid of it."

　　 "Looking from another direction, the most dangerous place is the safest place. As long as I don't die, the murder house can protect me from being killed by other neighbors."

"Another point to pay attention to is the child on the third floor. There is no talisman paper on the door of the murder house. The room on the third floor is definitely a big trouble. The child who was sealed in the house may be combined with the seven dead. As dangerous as monsters."

Thinking of this, Han Fei got a headache: "Who the **** tore off the talisman paper on the door on the third floor? I quit the game on the third floor this time. Based on previous experience, I will pay the next time I log in to the game. Will appear on the third floor. If that kid guards the corpse, wouldn't I want to be cold?"

　　 The situation was too critical at the time, and Han Fei had already reacted very quickly. If he took a step slower, it is estimated that the child would climb onto him directly.

"The key is that he moves so fast, I can't run away." Han Fei is now worried about being dragged into the room on the third floor by the kid: "If there is a chance in the future, I see if I can introduce him to the fourth floor. In the haunted house."

　　 At four o'clock in the morning, Han Fei was turning on his computer and holding his mobile phone. Compared with the murder photos on the wall, he carefully sketched the clues and the relationship between the characters.

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　　 The sun was shining on his face, and Han Fei didn't know when he fell asleep. He woke up in a daze, glanced at the watch on the wall and immediately jumped out of bed.

　　 "I slept until nine o'clock all of a sudden, Director Jiang might be waiting in a hurry."

　　 After a simple wash, Han Fei hurriedly left home and hurried to North Street in the old city.

　　 He hurriedly hurried, but it was still a little late. The crew has already started.

　　 "Sorry, I'm late."

　　Han Fei hastened to apologize, but the crew felt that it didn't matter: "The first scene is the villain and the first deceased. Now the villain actor hasn't arrived yet, don't worry."

　　 The scene clerk, who was scared by Han Fei's acting skills, came over and handed Han Fei a cup of coffee: "Wait slowly. The villain is not late once or twice."

　　Han Fei felt that there was something in the other party's words: "Excuse me, who is the villain in this drama?"

　　 He played the second victim, and the other side played a murderer. The two sides are opponents, and it is convenient for him to understand the other side's situation.

"You should have heard that his name is Zhan Lele. He has participated in a lot of variety shows before, but he hasn't had any good works, so he can barely be regarded as a fifth-line artist. This time their company wants to use our show to prove Zhan Lele's performance. Acting." Field Affairs and Han Fei chatted.

　　 "Has he not acted in a play before?" Han Fei put down the coffee in his hand: "It is very important to oppose a play."

"In my opinion, Zhan Lele has its own topic. The first time he challenged the villain role is also a good publicity point. In addition, he also graduated from the Film and Television Academy and has a certain foundation." , And then heard footsteps.

　　 "I rushed to shoot a variety show last night, and my body was a little overwhelming." A young man in his early twenties entered the set accompanied by a male agent. He could smell the strong smell of perfume and masked alcohol.

　　 "Let's go make-up." Director Jiang didn't lift his head, as if he was too lazy to say anything.

　　 After all the staff were in place, Zhan Lele, who had put on makeup, arrived late.

　　 "You have very few lines. The first scene is in the corridor. The murderer you play stares at Amei secretly. Then you follow her into the corridor. I need you to create that kind of feeling like a shadow."

　　 "Understand, I understand." Zhan Lele nodded confidently.

　　 The actress who played Ami is young and has no experience in her own right, and Zhan Lele's trailing does not give people a sense of depression, as if the one behind him is not a perverted murderer, but a idiot who drinks too much.

　　 even Han Fei can't stand this kind of acting, let alone the demanding director Jiang.

　　Only the first scene in the corridor was filmed over and over again. Zhan Lele went up and downstairs. He was too tired, and finally sat on the stairs and stopped moving.

　　 "Director, I have my own style, and I want to shape this image according to my ideas."

"The image you created is such a hooligan?" Director Jiang was a little dissatisfied: "You have certain acting skills, but since you want to challenge the villain, then integrate into your character. You are the murderer who killed seven people in a row. , There is a piece of **** hidden in your heart!"

　　 "But this is just going upstairs, the **** in my heart is actually suppressing, I'm waiting for the final flash point!" Zhan Lele was also very upright.

　　 "Are you going to explode now for me to see?"

　　 After Director Jiang finished speaking, everyone looked at Zhan Lele. The young actor had accumulated his energy for a long time, and then suddenly he waved a prop knife frantically and screamed hysterically.

　　 "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

　　 Director Jiang covered his face: "You just ask the people at the scene, did your perverted murderer scare them? Did it bring them a sense of oppression?"

　　 As Director Jiang caught the scene, he asked Zhan Lele in front of Zhan Lele: "Are you afraid of his performance just now?"

　　 "Don't be afraid. U-Read www.uukānshu.com"

　　 "How about you?"

　　 "I want to laugh a little bit."

　　 asked a few people casually, the first two were heart-stopping and there was no turmoil, and the last one was amused.

　　 "A glance is all acting. The actor who auditioned yesterday could scare the victim. You acted like a drunk bastard. Did you read the script?"

　　 Zhan Lele does not seem to read the script very much, but he is still stiff: "I really don't believe that someone acting as a victim can scare the staff."

　　 The two were arguing and they didn’t know why they got involved with Han Fei. Director Jiang directly asked Han Fei to come over: "Have you seen our script?"

　　 "I saw it."

　　 "You come and play a murderer."

　　 "Me?" Han Fei has also been trying to figure out the mentality of the murderer, but he is not honing his acting skills, but really wants to solve the case: "It's not good, I'm a comedy."

　　 "Don't be humble, come and give him a sample." Director Jiang seemed very confident in Han Fei.

　　Han Fei didn't want to make an appearance, but now he can't help it.

　　 lowered his head, and the first face of the neighbor on the sixth floor appeared in his mind, holding a sharp knife, poking his head out of the stairs, standing in the dark, watching the living creature walking towards him.

　　 There is a desire for blood and flesh on his face, and there is a desire for destruction that cannot be concealed. He is obviously trying to suppress his inner impulse. He can't wait to stab the sharp knife in his hand into the opponent's body.

　　 Repressive gasps, wretched eyes, and the people who have been following finally entered the dark corridor. Now no one will stop him.

　　 slowly raised his head, Han Fei stared at Zhan Lele's neck, his chapped lips gradually showed a smile.