202: Chapter 202: The First Friend in Life 202: Chapter 202: The First Friend in Life “In the first story, the person filming with their phone was killed by the ghost in the house because they didn’t listen to their neighbor’s advice.
This is ant to instill the idea that the house isn’t safe and the only option is to escape.
If you don’t heed others’ advice to leave the room, the outco will be grim.”
Han Fei glanced at the smart ho assistant lying on the ground, “The second story reinforces this psychological suggestion with more specific thods and scenes for you to imrse yourself in.
Essentially, everything they do is to make you leave by opening the door yourself and escaping your room.”
Upon hearing this, Huang Ying recalled the black box in the hands of the man in black and vaguely understood the cause and effect, “I see now.
The murderer has invaded the residential system and can control and adjust any setting within the house, but the security doors of all residences in the community are not included in the residential system.
Only the hoowner can open it with a password.
He must have been waiting right outside my door, just waiting for to leave.”
“That guy must’ve been bewitched by Butterfly, but co to think of it, this is the first ti Butterfly has ever compelled a living person to act directly.” Han Fei didn’t even have this sort of treatnt.
Of course, it might also be because the police thoroughly protected Han Fei, denying Butterfly the opportunity to strike.
“Why would it co after ?
I don’t even know it!” Huang Ying almost burst into tears.
This was no joke.
He had almost died at the hands of the man in black today.
With this in mind, Huang Ying felt extrely grateful to Han Fei.
“Because you disrupted its plot.” Han Fei was about to go into details when the warning from the Black Box rang in his mind for the second ti.
If there was a third ti, the Black Box would explode inside his brain.
The Black Box resided deep in his Brain Sea, and as soon as Han Fei entertained the notion of revealing the helt ga and the Black Box, it seed the Black Box could directly capture it.
Han Fei didn’t know if the Black Box would really blow up, and even with his boldness, he didn’t dare to casually test it.
Seeing Han Fei hesitate, Huang Ying didn’t press him and quietly waited by his side.
Now, he no longer simply regarded Han Fei as a teammate in a ga, but rather as a rare brother and friend on the journey of life.
When death lood, it was Han Fei who had saved him, risking everything.
The last person willing to risk everything to save him was his mother, and deep down, Huang Ying always felt indebted to her, an obligation that could no longer be fulfilled.
He always wore a mature and confident smile on his face, appearing enthusiastic and friendly, yet deep down, he would inadvertently think of the past, a thorn in his heart that could never be removed.
But just then, another person had pulled him away from the hands of the God of Death.
When he breathed fresh air again, he felt as though the whole world had changed.
“Butterfly is the mastermind behind multiple serial killings and an elusive super-criminal that the Xinhu citizen information system cannot identify.
That guy embodies the deepest malice of human nature.” The police would be coming soon, and before they arrived, Han Fei tried to share so information with Huang Ying, unable to reveal the secrets of the Deep World, starting with Butterfly as a warning to Huang Ying.
Huang Ying saved Han Fei’s life in the Deep World, and now Han Fei had saved his life in reality.
Their bond was now one of life-and-death, making many things clear without the need for subterfuge.
“Let’s go inside and talk, don’t worry, there are no ghosts,” Han Fei said, supporting Huang Ying as they returned to the room, though he himself was almost at his limit.
Once inside the house, Huang Ying realized that what the smart ho assistant had been holding was just a set of utensils, still in their packaging.
He had been subjected to scares that were beyond his psychological endurance, and in the darkness, he couldn’t see anything clearly, having previously been too focused on running.
When Han Fei reached the sofa, he collapsed onto it; exhaustion almost crushed him, and his body ached everywhere.
Mustering his energy, Han Fei told Huang Ying everything he could.
He trusted Huang Ying, and the reason was simple: without Huang Ying’s help, he would probably be trapped in Jin Sheng’s unbreakable nightmare forever.
Now, he was tired, both ntally and physically to the brink, but at least he could still feel the tiredness and fatigue.
If he ended up in Ma Manjiang’s clutches, then death would beco a luxury.
Thinking about it that way, Han Fei felt a kind of peace within, or perhaps it was the “Power” that the Healing-type Ga had given him.
After seeing so of the things in the Deep World, Huang Ying beca the only living person who could understand Han Fei.
Their friendship was completely coincidental.
Or one might say that one suprely unlucky person had encountered another plagued by misfortune.
In fact, there were so similarities in the way they viewed problems and in their personalities.
The first ti Huang Ying saw Han Fei at the ga expo, it was as if he saw himself when he was younger.
Back then, Han Fei’s social anxiety was not fully healed, and he would feel anxious and dizzy when standing in a crowd, just as Huang Ying had in the past.
Only, Huang Ying later gave up his true self, put on a mask, and began to adapt to life.
In just a few days without seeing him, the changes in Han Fei were also astonishing.
However, unlike Huang Ying’s initial choice, Han Fei, though also wearing an invisible mask, still hadn’t given up his true self.
Huang Ying could see a deeply hidden glimr of light in Han Fei’s eyes, this young man seed to want to use that faint, almost negligible light to illuminate an endless night.
After getting past the initial panic, Huang Ying beca completely calm.
Truth be told, he envied Han Fei, soone who had been beaten to a pulp by life, yet could still keep going and shine so brightly was sothing to be admired.
“Han Fei, I can tell there are so things you seem hesitant to share with , and I won’t pry.
Just tell when you’re ready,” Huang Ying didn’t know Han Fei was constrained by the Black Box in his brain.
He just wanted to keep Han Fei’s secrets: “The things you don’t want to elaborate on, I absolutely won’t tell anyone.
You can trust on that.”
“Keeping secrets is secondary, you must accept police protection.
Butterfly is ruthless and unscrupulous, extrely dangerous!” After playing the Healing-type Ga, Han Fei understood a lesson; everything else is illusory, being alive to see the sun the next day is the greatest happiness.
“Alright,” Huang Ying could feel that Han Fei was genuinely worried about him.
“Don’t brush off.
Butterfly never kills with its own hands; it’s skilled at using various things to cause death.” Han Fei shared so of the information that ng Changxi had left in the phone with Huang Ying: “Read all this and morize it.”
“morize all of it?” Huang Ying looked at the size of the docunt; he really didn’t think anyone could morize so much content.
“Of course, these were all compiled with blood and scars.” The sound of a police siren ca from downstairs, Han Fei slowly stood up: “We will catch Butterfly.
Before that, you must do everything in your power to survive.
Right now, you’re my only friend.”
Huang Ying looked at Han Fei’s serious expression, and for the first ti, a natural smile appeared on his lips: “Don’t worry, I’m not that unreliable.”
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