673: Chapter 673: Does This Count as a Ga Easter Egg?
673: Chapter 673: Does This Count as a Ga Easter Egg?
The negative emotions pent up in their hearts, if not properly vented, will erode their spirits and wills, sprouting mold and poisonous weeds, turning a normal person into a monster.
Their appearances remained the sa as before, but their souls had long been altered.
People who usually couldn’t even dare to show happiness openly, were now tearing at the corners of their mouths, bursting into manic laughter.
“The monster has seen the weakness in your humanity.
He won’t help you, he will only…” Han Fei hadn’t finished speaking when he was rudely interrupted by the man in the school uniform.
“But he can make another self!
A self I dare not even contemplate!”
The man in the school uniform was in a strange state; he couldn’t control his manic laughter, yet his eyes continuously teared up as he accused the world amidst his laughter, venting all his anger and dissatisfaction.
“That’s no excuse for you to kill them.” Han Fei pulled out the Accompany: “Let him co out, I want to talk to him.”
The man’s reddened eyes were about to burst, and those dense blood vessels converged at the corners of his eyes; he laughed until his mouth was nearly splitting, his facial expression had completely changed from before.
The sound of manic laughter grew louder, and Han Fei clearly heard that the laughter wasn’t coming from the man’s mouth, but from his stomach.
That eerie laughter, like the fetus of a devil, clung to the man’s esophagus, slowly climbing upwards.
The laughter inside the stomach beca piercing, that strange manic laughter slowly replaced the man’s own laughter.
At that mont, there was no more pain or regret in the man’s eyes, only a mad fla remained.
Chaos, death, despair, all that he desired, he reveled in utter destruction.
“It seems you are the person I am looking for, I’m really curious what kind of monster you actually are?” Han Fei, wearing a mask, reached out his hand toward the man in the school uniform: “An unknown voice guides , urging to get close to you, to devour you, or be devoured by you, I believe you feel the sa.”
The man in the school uniform glanced at Han Fei’s hand, saw the Red Rope wrapped around Han Fei’s fingertips, his torn mouth corners bleeding profusely, clearly having no intention of shaking hands with Han Fei.
One end of the Red Rope was in Han Fei’s hand, the other end attached to a Paperman inside his clothes; should they shake hands, thousands of curses would burst forth.
Xu Qin’s body was almost shattered, couldn’t explode but a few tis, so each ti had to be used at a crucial mont, against crucial people.
Han Fei’s acting was flawless, his idea quite simple; if he had a chance to kill the Kuangxiao, he would take direct action, if not, he would try to cooperate.
The first reason he chose Kuangxiao was also straightforward; in the ninety-nine tis Xu Qin had died, Kuangxiao had never killed Xu Qin once.
The man in the school uniform’s reason had been devoured, negative emotions erupted, breaching all defense, now Kuangxiao’s will had taken over his body.
“I’m very curious, how many people in this city have you possessed, are under your control?” The original body of Kuangxiao, Han Fei had yet to see; he could only communicate with these people possessed by the Kuangxiao.
Hearing Han Fei’s voice, the man in the school uniform just stared at him, then walked past him and gestured for him to join him on the bus heading to Paradise.
After so brief thought, Han Fei asked Li Guo’er and the others for a favor, to drive the taxi ahead of the bus, clearing a station with each stop they reached.
As for the way to purge, it was especially simple since the taxi itself was a spirit car attached to nine solitary souls.
All they needed to do was pull the passengers on the platform into the taxi, call out Little You’s mother for help, and everything would be taken care of.
Eliminating the ordinary ghost items also earned them points, and devouring those things could even enhance the taxi and Little You’s mother.
It was a win-win situation.
It was only after the taxi started that Han Fei and the school uniford man got into the car.
There were only four people in the car, the driver, Han Fei and Kuangxiao, and a middle-aged man dressed in a Paradise work uniform.
They had no Joss Paper on them, but neither of them cared, it was as if they had agreed upon it in advance.
Han Fei stood next to the driver while the school uniford man walked towards the last row where the Paradise employee was seated.
“Why aren’t you two buying tickets?”
The employee had just stood up when he was pinned down by the school uniford man, who brought his face, twisted with a maniacal grin, close to him.
Without any warning, he grabbed a pointed knife from his backpack and stabbed it directly into the employee’s neck.
It was too quick, almost in the blink of an eye, the employee in the Paradise uniform had already fallen.
The school uniford man, guided by Kuangxiao, was a madman who had lost all self-control and was completely dominated by negative emotions.
“All the ordinary people in this city who are burdened with negative emotions are vessels for Kuangxiao, ready to beco machines that only know slaughter.
When you think of it, this city is really dangerous.”
“Ordinary people who can turn into murderers driven by Kuangxiao at any mont, a night filled with ghosts and monsters, deviants who worship the Evil God and hold various rituals, forces preparing to completely seal off Deep World, and entities that treat death as a ga to set the rules of Paradise.”
“I not only need to survive in such a place, but also need to find a way to kill them all.”
“A tough challenge, could this be sothing that soone had achieved before?”
Han Fei had not yet regained all his mories, and at the mont, he had only witnessed Xu Qin’s ninety-nine deaths.
He did not know if this was truly himself, but he did not dislike who he was now.
The driver was just a cold puppet, his arm still hung with a Morgue’s Red Rope and na tag, indifferent to everything happening inside the car.
The Paradise employee in the car had already been stripped of his clothes and work badge by the school uniford man, who took what he wanted, then took off the school uniform and put on the Paradise employee’s clothes, before tossing the body out of the car window.
Not even bothering to clean the bloodstains, the man sat down in the seat originally occupied by the employee, and he even gently patted the seat next to him, signaling for Han Fei to co over.
The passengers at the platform had all been dealt with by Li Guo’er and her group.
Han Fei and the man controlled by Kuangxiao were like sitting in a lonely boat, slowly drifting toward Shenhai.
Han Fei had opened his eyes a while ago, yet he had never experienced sothing like this, sitting in the last row of the bus with the most dangerous madman, watching the city shrouded by Kaidan stories from the outside.
The quiet inside the bus contrasted with the screams occasionally heard from the streets, as if the two of them were just passersby in this city, observers wandering in soone else’s mory.
The body was already thrown out of the car, and the warm blood was still flowing on the floor, the man laughed as he dipped his finger into the bloodstain, writing a few words on the back of a bus seat—Fu Sheng, Manager of Deep World, First Generation Ghost, My Paradise.
Han Fei did not understand the aning behind the maniac’s actions until he raised the pointed knife, viciously stabbing and shredding the spot with Fu Sheng’s na.
“Apart from you and , are there four options?” Han Fei looked at the man, who also looked back at him, both hiding a kind of madness in their eyes that only they could understand, “One person responsible for two?
That’s fair.”
This city is a microcosm of so past period, Kuangxiao absolutely despises Fu Sheng, he seems even more eager to kill Fu Sheng than Han Fei, so his first choice was to take out Fu Sheng.
For Han Fei, he was more interested in Deep World, just seeing these four characters seed to awaken his body’s instincts.
Pulling out “Accompany,” Han Fei stabbed the manager of Deep World.
After his blade fell, the Kuangxiao man shattered the words “My Paradise.”
“You left the First Generation Ghost for ?” With a raise of his knife, Han Fei slashed through the last few characters, and the back of the seat lost its support, falling forward.
Han Fei and Kuangxiao both excelled at multiple-choice questions; by eliminating all the answers, there was no need to agonize over the correct approach.
The bus continued forward, not picking up a single passenger along the way, driving straight to the final stop—Paradise.
It was Han Fei’s closest approach to Paradise at night, the brightly lit Paradise seed even livelier than during the day, bustling with noise, yet not a single person could be seen.
When the vehicle stopped at the last platform, the windows were tapped sharply, and Little You and Little Jia gestured anxiously at Han Fei.
“It’s ti for to get off,” Han Fei rose and wiped the blood from his shoes, “You keep laughing non-stop, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to smile.
I really don’t know who between us is the happier.”
After getting off, Han Fei watched the bus enter Paradise; the nightlife of Paradise was much larger than during the day, the bus quickly drowned out by laughter, disappearing without a trace, as if it had entered another world.
“Han Fei, did it go well?” Little Jia opened the door of the taxi, he looked at Han Fei dressed in a suit, faintly feeling a sense of familiarity, “The more I look at you, the more you remind of my forr boss.
He looked just like this after closing a deal.”
“This isn’t the first ti I’ve heard you say that, when you have ti you can take to et him,” Han Fei sat in the passenger’s seat, not letting pass any suspicious detail around him.
“That might not be possible, he was hacked to death by his girlfriends, reportedly not even a whole corpse was left,” Little Jia did not notice the gloomy expression on Li Guo’er’s face and continued, “We also made a ga together, based on his own story.”
“A ga?”
“I have it on my phone, do you want to try?” Little Jia handed his phone to Han Fei, “It’s a simplified version on the phone, only fifteen endings, but the official computer version has ninety-nine endings, players seem to particularly love the protagonist’s deaths.”
Opening the ga, the first thing Han Fei saw was a line of text—Based on true events, to protect the privacy of the deceased, all nas in the ga are replaced by pseudonyms.
“There’s nothing fun about that ga,” Li Guo’er started the car, “You nearly followed the bus into Paradise, do you know how dangerous it is to enter Paradise at night?”
“Then do you know for whom that Paradise was really built?” Han Fei casually clicked through the ga, the initial scene was a male protagonist lying in bed sleeping, half-asleep he heard noises from the living room, slightly opening his eyes, he saw his wife holding a sharp knife at the bedroom door.
“Hiss…”
Such a simple scene caused Han Fei’s brain to ache, as if the man lying on the bed wasn’t soone else, but himself.
“mories of mine mingled in the ga?”
“Huh?” Little Jia leaned forward, “Are you a Playboy too?
I initially thought you were Ning Caichen!”
“Do you have the official version of the ga on your computer?” Han Fei didn’t beat around the bush, feeling that he had grabbed onto a crucial underlying thread.
“Of course, it’s a ga developed by our departnt, I’ve triggered all the death endings,” replied Little Jia.
“Death endings?
Does this ga not have any good endings?” Han Fei frowned slightly.
“There’s one, but only my boss knows that ending, no player has achieved it yet.”
“Let’s go to your place, I want to see this ga,” Han Fei lowered his head and continued playing the ga, the more he played, the more turbulences stirred in his brain sea, this small ga making the cracks in his mory widen.
Hearing that Han Fei was willing to stay quietly at ho, Little Jia was naturally pleased; he had no desire to deal with Ghost and Monster.
Arriving at the residential complex where Little Jia lives, they avoided surveillance like before and quietly entered the building.
Opening the door, Han Fei dragged Little Jia to the computer.
“Don’t rush, this ga has many endings, probably enough to keep you busy for a long ti,” Little Jia helped Han Fei launch the ga, then quietly sat beside him watching, “It’s said that even the top playboys and scoundrels couldn’t last thirty days, once a gender psychology expert brought a group of students and studied it for a long ti, only surviving a month.”
While Little Jia spoke, Han Fei had already survived to the second day, the cold text options on the computer screen seed to reflect so fervent emotions to Han Fei, who was almost instinctively making decisions, quickly making it to the fourth day.
He not only survived but also increased his wife’s goodwill.
“Just courting one person is useless, a wife can’t protect you from everything, and too high wife goodwill can cause dissatisfaction among others, your situation at the company will be precarious,” being outclassed by Han Fei for a long ti, Little Jia wanted to show off his superior gaming skills but soon realized that Han Fei, a first-tir, was clearing levels faster than him despite knowing the ga’s process in advance, as if he had actually experienced those events.
“Unbelievable?” Little Jia stood beside him, “How did your colleague’s goodwill also increase?”
Li Guo’er walked in from outside, she saw all the choices Han Fei had made.
Han Fei had amnesia, having forgotten all his past, so he was definitely playing this ga for the first ti.
Without knowing the correct answers, he made such choices, just as that person from the past did.
Li Guo’er rembered their first eting on the street; even though she had problems, this person recognized it and still chose to help.
“Why is it so, even if they are not the sa person?”
Imrsed in the ga, Han Fei did not notice the oddities around him, having already survived the first week, the massive locks on his mory were increasingly loosening.
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