382: Chapter 382 The Sin of the Butterfly 382: Chapter 382 The Sin of the Butterfly The Death Building’s underground and aboveground have one major difference: a faint black fog drifts among the floors, and every object here is tainted with a stench of death.
The lights in the fourth underground level seem to be broken, but it doesn’t appear too dark because there is a glow seeping through the gaps under the doors of distant residents.
In the dim corridor, that bit of light is the only thing that can provide a sense of security.
Han Fei led the boy by the hand, looking like a helpful passerby guiding a lost child ho.
In reality, one was ready to draw a knife at any mont with a phantom grip, while deep within the other’s soul, hidden malice was slowly surfacing.
As Han Fei moved further away, the male student in the elevator ca out with Yinghuo and Laisheng.
“Han Fei, wait for !” the male student shouted from behind, but Han Fei seed to be intentionally maintaining a safe distance from them.
On the underground floors, each household’s door was flanked by white couplets, with a child-like Monster painted on the Gate Heart, bearing an innocently naive face and wearing vibrant clothing.
“Is there anything special near your ho?
Searching like this isn’t working,” Han Fei controlled his pace, not straying too far from the male student, nor completely disappearing from their sight.
The boy lowered his head, thinking for a long ti before he spoke, “At ho, I live with my dad and mom…
and there’s a big wardrobe.”
“That’s it?” Han Fei wasn’t truly inquiring about the boy’s family; he had long realized another use for the boy.
Gradually stopping, Han Fei saw a half-open door next to him.
There were many similar rooms on the fourth underground level, and this seed to be where the Soul Chasers lived.
“Do you recognize this as your ho?” Pushing the door open, Han Fei gently nudged the boy into the room.
After seeing that he didn’t trigger anything, Han Fei entered as well.
The living room was neatly arranged, with fresh fruit on the coffee table, as if prepared for welcoming guests.
“How can rooms underground be more normal than those above?” Perhaps due to the absence of Ghost and Monster, there wasn’t a trace of Dark Energy in the room, and it looked just like a room in reality.
As he approached the vivid fruit on the coffee table, Han Fei noticed them, marking the first ti he had seen real fruit in the Deep World.
Reaching to pick one up, before Han Fei’s hand touched the fruit bowl, the colorful skin of the fruit began to fall off, revealing several insects crawling out.
The bright and beautiful fruit bowl was like a breeding ground for insects; attractive to look at, but getting close might risk being bitten by a Poison Insect.
Upon entering the house, the boy’s expression noticeably changed; he habitually hunched his back, ek like a stray dog that was picked up.
Seemingly afraid of dirtying the floor, the boy edged closer to the bedroom door along the corner of the wall.
He rubbed his hands on his clothes before daring to grab the handle and open the bedroom door.
A strong scent of perfu wafted from the room.
The bedroom was large and lavishly decorated, with the most eye-catching items being a large bed and a thick wardrobe.
The wardrobe faced the bed, and one could clearly see everything on the bed from inside the wardrobe.
The boy leaned against the door, seemingly hesitant to enter the room, but was eventually pushed in by Han Fei.
“Seems like just an ordinary room?” Han Fei surveyed the interior, focusing on all the items in the room: a carpet on the floor, a large vanity mirror beside the bed, a projector near the headboard, and a minibar in the corner.
It was evident that the young couple living there valued the quality of life.
However, although they valued luxury, maybe because they weren’t truly affluent, they could only make the appearance look opulent.
While Han Fei was sizing up the room, the little boy walked up to the wardrobe, as if sothing inside was beckoning him.
“Do you want to open it and have a look?” Han Fei egged on from the side, and the boy finally grabbed the wardrobe door.
The small hand slowly opened the wardrobe, and a pungent stench poured out from within, completely overwhelming the scent of perfu that filled the room.
Strange noises ca from inside the wardrobe, and after the faint black mist had dissipated, Han Fei found a disfigured little boy locked inside.
The child was about the sa age as the boy next to Han Fei, but his face was severely deford, and his limbs were swollen, rendering him unable to climb out of the wardrobe using his own strength.
Seeing this chilling scene, Han Fei furrowed his brow; he also found a few photographs within the wardrobe.
The boy in the first photograph was cute and normal, with eyes that held curiosity and longing for everything, exuding the vibrancy and beauty of life.
In the second photograph, it was still the sa boy, but his expression had beco vacant, and tears stread down ceaselessly as his limbs seed to be filled with sothing, making him resemble an object more than a living being.
In the third photograph, the boy was unrecognizable; his body and face had completely changed shape, and even his crying had ceased.
“How could such a cute boy beco like this, step by step?”
Han Fei took out a Blood-colored Paperman from his Item Bar, intending to rescue the boy from the wardrobe, but as soon as he approached, the boy’s body began to crack, and black veins wrapped around his heart like vines.
The veins would explode the mont the child was removed from the wardrobe.
The skin of the boy in the wardrobe had beco almost transparent, clearly revealing that his body was not flesh and blood, but instead harbored a slowly swelling nightmare.
Han Fei stood still, not daring to act rashly, but the little boy next to him took the initiative to run over.
It was unclear whether he did it out of good intentions or deliberately, but he reached out to pull the boy out of the wardrobe.
As a result, the black veins exploded within the boy’s body, turning the originally ugly and deford boy into a mass of black mory.
This mory was entirely composed of his pain, twisting and interweaving with itself as if trying to rge into a nightmare.
This was a very rare situation, where the child’s nightmare exploded and was slowly being absorbed by the wardrobe.
The stench coming from the wardrobe intensified, and all traces of the child’s life beca part of the wardrobe.
The boy seed not to have expected such an incident, looking utterly terrified.
“This kid is so cunning,” Han Fei lanted as he could not save the boy.
He collected the three photographs left by the child in the wardrobe.
The person had already died; the least he could do was not leave his photographs in the place he most resented.
As Han Fei’s fingers touched the photographs, a system prompt resounded in his mind.
“Attention, Player Number 0000, you have successfully discovered a hidden quest item of the Death Curse mission—the Twisted Hatred of the Butterfly.”
“This photograph contains the Butterfly’s hatred?
Did that beast recreate what it had once suffered on other children?”
After securing the photographs, Han Fei left the room and, looking at the individual rooms along the underground corridor, suddenly felt a chilling sensation.
He tried to open another room door, and the architectural layout and furniture arrangent of all the underground rooms seed to be exactly the sa as if they were ford based on the mory of the sa person.
What horrified him even more was that there was also a huge wardrobe in the bedroom of this room.
Pushing open the wardrobe door, he found another boy who had lost the ability to move, dressed in a little girl’s floral dress, his face completely misshapen.
They had all lost their normal consciousness, unable to clearly express even if they felt pain.
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