638: Chapter 639: The Child Abandoned Eleven Tis 638: Chapter 639: The Child Abandoned Eleven Tis The cat, covered in wounds, was very attached to Han Fei, indirectly suggesting that Han Fei might indeed be the real owner of that underground room.
mory had faded, but the pet that had once shared the room still rembered Han Fei’s scent; he was still the sa, unchanged.
“It’s a pity that cats can’t talk and cannot tell what happened in the past.”
As he petted the cat’s head, Han Fei said, “If you were indeed a cat raised by a murderer, then you must have grown up drinking human blood and eating human flesh, an Evil Beast, and you probably wouldn’t look so ugly, cute, and frail.”
It seed as though the cat understood Han Fei’s words.
It bared its teeth and then lay on its side next to Han Fei’s legs, as if that fierce expression had exhausted all its energy.
“Astoundingly weak.”
Han Fei no longer hoped to get any information from the cat, but the cat was still giving it its all in performing for him.
In Li Guo’er’s underground cell, Han Fei ate, slept, and spent the most comfortable twenty-four hours.
Estimating the ti, it was about dusk when Han Fei heard hurried footsteps above his head.
Soon after, Li Guo’er ran into the underground cell.
“Put on your clothes, and co with imdiately!” Li Guo’er took out a key, unlocked the lock on Han Fei’s wrist, and then threw him last night’s man in black’s suit.
“Put on your mask, we need to leave before dark!”
“What has happened?”
“Everything written in your script is indeed true.” Li Guo’er looked at Han Fei apprehensively and slowly said, “I’ve seen a Ghost.”
“Can you tell what the Ghost looked like?”
“It seems to still be following , so no more talking, we need to leave quickly!”
The chains fell to the ground; Han Fei donned the pure black suit, but he was not too eager to wear the smiling face mask.
“Can I wear so kind of hood instead?”
“No more talking!
Follow !” Li Guo’er seed to have anticipated this day; she dismantled a wooden plank and took out a backpack from inside.
“Later, when we go out, if soone calls your na, or tells you to turn around, you must absolutely not do as they say.”
“Okay.” Han Fei changed into the new clothes, blending perfectly into the night, which seed even more fitting for him.
After packing the backpack, Han Fei stuffed the cat inside.
“Take care of your cat.
If it makes any noise, I will imdiately throw it out.” Li Guo’er’s expression was stern, but when her gaze fell on Han Fei, dressed in a black suit and holding the smiling face mask, she paused slightly.
The man in front of her exuded a dangerously attractive aura.
“You look alright.”
“Is that the reason you liked before?”
“I really want to lock you in a cage.”
“Should I feel honored?”
“Whatever you like.” As Li Guo’er looked at Han Fei, who had amnesia, she realized she could actually converse quite well with soone who had a ntal illness, which made her start to question if there was also sothing wrong with her brain?
Pushing the board aside, Li Guo’er climbed out from the underground dungeon and gestured to Han Fei; the pair made their way back to the surface.
“This old house used to belong to another ga participant who was murdered, and since then, I have stayed here, becoming the new owner of this old house,” Li Guo’er opened the back door of the house and signaled to Han Fei to hasten, “Let’s take advantage of the daylight and quickly find a new hiding place.”
“If followed by a ghost, no matter where one flees, it will be found…” After hearing Li Guo’er’s words, Han Fei felt as if his mory had been triggered, with fleeting points of light crossing his mind, and a faint voice sounded deep within his brain sea.
“Are you sure?” Li Guo’er apparently beca a bit panicked.
“I vaguely rember it being so,” Han Fei could not clearly hear what the voice in his brain sea was saying, but he felt a strange sensation, as if following the guidance of that voice would bring benefits, “Which script does the ghost you saw during the day belong to?”
“The eleventh story—number eleven; it happened in a building very close to Paradise, so I chose that one.”
Flipping through the script, Han Fei read it over again.
“Child number eleven had a lovely appearance that made him particularly endearing.
He was adopted multiple tis, yet he was repeatedly abandoned.
All the families that had adopted him said he was well-behaved and sensible, without a single negative comnt, but they all tacitly chose to abandon him.
No matter the cost, those adults would always send orphan number eleven back to the Welfare Ho.”
“The child number eleven slowly grew up; he had a handso face unlike any other orphan, a gentle personality, and excellent grades.
He was the most obedient child in the Welfare Ho.”
“In the year he turned eleven, he was adopted for the eleventh ti, and after that, there was no more news related to him.”
“So said the child was accidentally killed by his foster father, others said the child was actually a monster that never aged, and still others said the child harbored intense hatred and resentnt, claiming he was a living ghost.”
“To find out the truth, I entered the old house where he had once lived on the eleventh of November.”
“There I realized one thing, the boundary between humans and ghosts can sotis be very blurry.
If you want to touch them, you must first try to touch that most dangerous boundary.”
The story was long and quite detailed, revealing quite a bit of information.
“Finding the boundary between humans and ghosts should be the key, but what would that boundary be?” Han Fei pondered, when suddenly a crack appeared on a window behind him.
As the temperature inside the house dropped, the crack slowly widened, as if a face was pressing against the window, squeezing into the house!
“Run!
It’s coming after us!” Li Guo’er pushed open the back door and pulled Han Fei to flee.
During the escape, Han Fei looked back at the window, the glass had inexplicably shattered, spreading fragnts all around.
“Did you take sothing of its?” Han Fei was puzzled, “Strange guests had also stayed in my house before, but they seed not to leave.”
“I’m curious about your house’s Feng Shui, but now is not the ti to talk about it,” Li Guo’er took out two invitations from her pocket, “I didn’t personally go into that building, I just sold the information to other ga participants.
I don’t know what those two unlucky ones did inside, and when I went in to retrieve the invitations, I was mysteriously targeted by it.”
“Isn’t it possible to just throw away the invitations?”
“I tried, it didn’t work.”
The sky was getting darker, and as night fully enveloped the city, everything was heading in an even worse direction.
“According to the script, we must find the boundary between humans and ghosts to be able to contact them, communicate with them, or confront them,” Han Fei ran his blank brain at full force, “Do you know any other ga participants?
Let’s spread the news and bring them back to that building with us to see what exactly is the difference between number eleven and humans.”
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