420: Chapter 420: The Happiness Orphanage with Only One Child 420: Chapter 420: The Happiness Orphanage with Only One Child “The security guard was looking for white shoes late at night, Acheng ntioned the white shoes over the phone, and they also appeared in the last photo taken before Xia Yi died.
Just like that kid with the scarred face the security guard talked about, once you see them, they seem to be everywhere.”
The temperature in the corridor continued to drop, and the footprints on the ground seed to co to life as if they would rush towards him the mont Han Fei looked away.
“Why do I feel …
that the pair of white shoes seems a little closer to us?” Bai Xian clutched Han Fei’s arm tightly, “Did the police ever tell you how to deal with this kind of situation?”
“If it were just , I would probably run, but there are four of us now.” Han Fei’s expression didn’t change, but a closer look would reveal that his muscles were tense, already in a state of high alert.
“In this situation, you might as well not count in.” Bai Xian wanted to leave, but Han Fei, dragging the nearly lifeless “murderer,” headed down the corridor.
Seeing Han Fei move forward, Bai Xian, not daring to go alone, had no choice but to follow.
The path they were now taking was the sa one recorded in the surveillance video, taken by the white shoes.
The farther they went, the lower the temperature dropped, as cold air penetrated their sleeves and collars, feeling like a child’s hands climbing onto the heart.
No one had turned off the “murderer’s” phone video, which automatically played the next clip in the hidden folder full of child abuse videos, shot by soone with a horrifying obsession.
But judging from the videos alone, it didn’t seem that simple.
Rather than re tornt, the person filming appeared to be conducting so sort of experint, using different thods to invoke the child’s innermost fears and pains, seemingly aiming to completely shatter the child’s personality to reshape it as desired.
The surveillance footage continued to play, and Han Fei, gripping the “at shield,” inched closer to the white shoes.
He had previous encounters with Butterfly and was aware that the hatred from Deep World couldn’t just appear in reality arbitrarily: “Even if the monsters from Deep World can impact reality, they must do so through so special ans.
What’s the deal with these white shoes?”
After surviving the Death Building, Han Fei’s confidence was bolstered, feeling that even if the Plastic Surgery Hospital was dangerous, it couldn’t compare to Death Building.
However, as the investigation deepened, he realized that wasn’t the case.
This plastic surgery hospital, which had so connections with Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, was deeply involved in many complex issues.
“Han Fei, have you noticed that the footprints under our feet are also moving with us?
Just now, these shoe prints surrounded us, and now it seems they’re still the sa, even the direction of the shoe tips hasn’t changed.” Bai Xian was a bit afraid to look ahead, but in this place, unless you close your eyes, everywhere looks terrifying.
“Don’t be too nervous.
Besides us, there’s soone else in the building.
Those white shoes might also have been placed by him.” Han Fei said this purely to comfort Bai Xian, similar to how an adult might deceitfully assure a child that an injection won’t hurt at all.
It took them three minutes to walk the tens of ters of the corridor.
When the trio ca closer to the white shoes, Bai Xian and the security guard breathed a sigh of relief.
The terrifying scene they imagined did not occur; the shoes stayed right where they were, and the things they had seen earlier seed to be just illusions.
“When people are extrely nervous and afraid, they indeed tend to see illusions.” Bai Xian and the security guard comforted each other.
Under the threat of the Fierce Ghost, they had beco each other’s support, putting aside their differences with a smile.
Removing the “murderer’s” coat with one hand, Han Fei wrapped it around his own arm.
He picked up the white shoes from the ground through the fabric of the coat, inspecting them closely.
They seed like ordinary shoes, covered in dust, with nothing special about them.
“Is a ghost running around in these shoes, or did soone take advantage of the mont I acted to place the shoes at the end of the corridor?” Han Fei looked down at the other shoe, noting an issue with the direction of the shoe tips.
The pair of white shoes were aligned exactly with a locked room at the end of the corridor, as if they were about to enter it.
Stuffing the white shoes into the “murderer’s” coat pocket and carrying it in his hand, Han Fei turned to look at the adjacent room.
Twisting the handle, the door was unlocked and Han Fei pushed it open.
A faint sll of paint wafted out.
This place seed to be an entertainnt room built specifically for children, but the decor and toys inside were peculiar, mostly low-quality toys from decades ago that children today no longer play with.
“Sothing’s not quite right.”
Looking at the children’s playroom, Han Fei felt a dull pain at the back of his head, and a piercing laugh echoed from the depths of his mory, as vague mory fragnts slowly surfaced.
“Snap!”
Han Fei threw the unconscious “Murderer” onto the ground; he walked straight into the room, his gaze blankly sweeping over the old toys and various vibrant pictures before finally stopping in the middle of the children’s playroom.
“Han Fei, are you alright?” Bai Xian stood at the doorway, appearing helpless.
From the mont Han Fei put away the white shoes, Bai Xian had begun to panic.
In all the horror movies he’d seen, the person like him usually dies first.
“Don’t co in yet!” Han Fei covered the back of his head; he slowly crouched down, his fingers gently yet strangely touching those old, low-quality toys, as though he was back in his childhood: “I’ve seen these toys before!
I’ve seen them before!”
“Don’t scare !
Why don’t we just wait for the police?” Bai Xian noticed sothing was not right with Han Fei.
He had completely broken down, surrounded by the ominous aura of this old building.
His only teammate seed to be under a curse, and he dared not continue thinking about it.
Han Fei ignored Bai Xian, his hands grabbing toys one by one and then flinging them aside.
He continued walking to the deepest part of the children’s playroom, and when he saw the window patterns painted on the wall, a similar image coincidentally surfaced in his mind.
The gray cent walls appeared rigid and lifeless.
A group of children, longing to see the outside world, had painted windows on the cent walls, filling them with images of spring flowers, sumr green trees, and groups of children running and playing outside.
Reality and the mories in his mind overlapped, and both Han Fei and the maniacal laughter deep within him opened their eyes at the sa ti.
They rembered the sa place.
“Happiness Orphanage?”
Only now did Han Fei realize that the setup of this children’s playroom resembled the Happiness Orphanage where he had stayed during his childhood!
The orphanage was surrounded by cent walls, the yard littered with various low-quality toys.
The happiest ti of the day for the children was when they played with these toys.
“Why would the Plastic Surgery Hospital run by Eternal Life Pharmaceutical make their children’s rest area look like the Happiness Orphanage?
These toys cannot be found on the market unless soone specifically searches secondhand markets…” To verify a suspicion in his mind, Han Fei walked among the toys, eventually knocking over a wooden horse in the corner.
The wooden horse was badly chipped, and in the current era of rapid technological developnt, almost no child played with such a thing anymore.
Staring at the unscathed belly of the wooden horse, Han Fei shook his head.
Although these toys were of the sa type as those in the Happiness Orphanage, they were not the sa toys he had played with back then.
“I rember clearly, the belly of the wooden horse in the orphanage was cut open, and wood shavings were scattered everywhere…” Thinking this, Han Fei suddenly froze.
He subconsciously recalled the orphanage’s wooden horse but could not rember who had cut open its belly.
The pain in the back of his head felt like being pricked with needles; Han Fei endured the pain and continued to recall.
“Who damaged the wooden horse?
These toys…
they should all bear scars!” Han Fei straightened up slowly, inching closer to the wall at the far end of the playroom before leaning against the gray wall painted with windows.
Outside each window were spring, sumr, autumn, and winter, depicting the changing seasons.
But inside the room where Han Fei stood, there was only desolate stillness and eeriness.
“This plastic surgery hospital has the ability to change children’s personalities.
How was this ability developed step by step?
How was the first child with a perfect personality discovered?”
Pressing the side of his head that throbbed with intense pain, Han Fei suddenly rembered sothing seemingly trivial:
When he first obtained the Black Box, the police had conducted a citizen information check on him.
The Smart Brain had assessed his danger level as zero, identifying him as a rare healing-type personality.
Those with this personality type not only can heal others, bringing hope to those around them but also turn their own fortunes around in dire situations, constantly healing themselves.
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