Chapter 713: Chapter 713 The Deal between Han Fei and Kuangxiao
Han Fei’s fingertips hovered above the water, as the ninety-nine ghastly apparitions below desperately vied to grasp his hand.
The collection of familiar faces converged in front of him, slowly completing the final missing parts of Han Fei’s mory.
Poisoning, suffocation, falling from buildings, impalent, throat slashing…
Ninety-nine different manners of death, enough to shatter the psyche of anyone who witnessed them, yet Han Fei’s expression remained largely unchanged as he silently watched himself struggle and die in the pool.
“The seventh resurrection ceremony in the dream is related to ?”
The past had been altered, and Han Fei no longer existed in that once city, but now, the body used in the seventh ceremony of the dream was connected to Han Fei.
His foster father secretly photographed Han Fei while he was unconscious and dead, turning this pool into a “brain sea” steeped in Han Fei’s past.
When he saw those photos, a voice in Han Fei’s head called out to him, urging him forward, and his body’s instinct drove him to enter the pool as if only by collecting all the photos could he be truly himself.
“mory, instinct, everything is pulling closer, they want to embrace death.”
The reflections of ghastly deaths amassed beneath the water’s surface, the mories of death seemingly terrified of being forgotten, continuously surged towards Han Fei.
“I wouldn’t hesitate to help even a stranger I don’t know, so how could I abandon my past? No matter how bloody or heavy, I will carry it because it’s these experiences that have made who I am.”
Under the eager gaze of Big Evil, driven by the body’s instincts, Han Fei’s fingers touched the photograph on the water’s surface.
The photo near the edge of the pool was mundane, featuring a sleeping Han Fei with his throat slashed by a sharp knife, with no ti to even let out a scream.
An indescribable sharp pain erupted in his neck, as if a blunt knife was being slowly drawn across it, and the mont Han Fei touched the photo, his consciousness was completely dragged into the pool.
“Splash!”
Water splashed everywhere, and everyone around was stunned. Han Fei, who had been standing by the edge of the pool, had jumped into it!
It was known that the pool was once used for storing corpses, filled with formalin!
“Han Fei!”
“He’s gone mad! Has he gone mad?” Director Xu grabbed Captain Zhang Yue’s clothes, unable to believe that the young man he feared the most would do such a thing: “What are you standing around for? Go get him out!”
“It looked like he jumped in on his own?”
“No matter the reason, soone save him!”
Several people found mops and brooms, extending them into the pool, trying to fish Han Fei out, but in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the murky water.
“How deep is this corpse-storage pool?” Li Guo’er, her eyes filled with worry, asked Director Xu.
“We’ve long stopped using this kind of pool for storing bodies, and this basent has been abandoned for a long ti. Usually, it’s Doctor Han who cleans and maintains it… ”
“I’m asking you how deep this pool is!” Li Guo’er drew a sharp knife from her backpack and pressed it against Director Xu’s neck: “Speak!”
“Two, about two ters deep, possibly deeper. Teacher Han once expanded this place.” Director Xu was not accustod to such situations, the woman before him had drawn her knife without a mont’s hesitation, looking as if she were ready to truly cut him.
“Two ters?” Li Guo’er took off her upper garnt, tossed it aside, and stood by the edge of the pool, staring at the spot where Han Fei had sunk.
“Don’t be rash!” Little Jia and Captain Zhang Yue hurried over to dissuade her: “Han Fei isn’t reckless, have you ever seen him at a disadvantage? There must be a reason he did this!”
“Yes! He must have discovered sothing to jump in there. If he doesn’t co out in a few minutes, it won’t be too late for us to go down!” Captain Zhang Yue said as he looked behind him: “I rember there used to be a dedicated lifeguard here, right?”
The lifeguard player stood at the end of the team, not very willing to step forward; he had only rescued people in rivers before, never from a pool used to store bodies.
After all, only soone marginally sane would jump into a corpse storage pool and compete with dead bodies for a space.
“Easy now, the pool isn’t deep. Based on my years of search and rescue experience, we could try breaking the bottom of the pool to lower the water level, then go down to save the person,” said the lifeguard, with a pained expression on his face. “After all, with the water this murky, once you go down, you won’t be able to see anything. It would be terrible if the human-shaped object we bring up isn’t Han Fei.”
A few people gathered around the pool to discuss the rescue plan, the water gradually returned to calm. Notably, after Han Fei jumped into the water, all the photographs turned over; the side with human images seed to always face Han Fei.
Intense pain throbbed through his entire body as Han Fei felt himself continuously sinking as if the pool had no bottom.
“Han Fei, why are you so smart? We could have lived well together. You just needed to play the part of a good child, so why did you suddenly start to resist?” The photo closest to Han Fei touched his body, and with severe pain, the images on the photo began to disappear, flashing Han Fei with a sowhat cruel scene. Doctor Old Han, his foster father, stood beside him, and almost as he woke up, slit his neck.
His eyes bulging, blood vessels in Han Fei’s entire body tense, he re-experienced the sensation of being killed all over again.
“Child, Mommy will tell you a secret, you have to be careful of Daddy. I’ve suspected for a long ti that he’s a hidden serial killer. Don’t look at with that expression; I’m not like him! I, I, I only torture them, I have never killed anyone, of course, except for you…” Another photo stuck to Han Fei’s leg, and with it a new mory of death surfaced. His foster mother’s hidden corpse was discovered by Han Fei, and the usually kind and approachable foster mother instantly transford into an ugly and ferocious monster. She kept pouring dicine from the bottle into Han Fei’s mouth while praying for his forgiveness and incessantly saying that taking more dicine would make him forget his troubles.
His esophagus burned as if it were tearing apart, and Han Fei’s hands flailed uncontrollably, touching more and more photographs.
With each repetition of death more despairing than the last, Han Fei did not lose his sanity. As he endured death, he silently observed those last monts of mory.
He committed to his heart the face of each murderer, and every location of death was etched into his mind. Those ninety-nine deaths slowly linked together, forming a thread of mory, strung with ninety-nine hearts.
The ordeal of ninety-nine deaths piled onto a single person; Han Fei’s soul had twisted, and his will was close to shattering. At that mont, however, a cool sensation suddenly ca over the back of his head, and a familiar voice sounded.
“Player number 0000, please note, your pet Big Evil’s loyalty has risen again, reaching ninety-six points.”
Han Fei montarily regained clarity, and looking up, saw Big Evil bowing its head at the edge of the pool.
Before he could take a closer look, another photo fell onto his face.
“It seems staying in Fu Sheng’s brain sea was useful after all. May I borrow your face for a mont?” A stranger’s mories crept in, and the death scenes in his mind shocked Han Fei.
The deceased Butterfly stood in the Flower Sea of the Blue and White Tutoring Class, laughing eerily, “Since you can recognize this face and are still alive after entering the mory Shrine of Fu Sheng, it ans the Butterfly that flew into the Deep World is already dead, and you killed him!”
“No need for excuses, no one can deceive the Divine Spirits; I know you’re the child chosen by Fu Sheng, just as we chose him before.”
“I don’t want you to continue down the old path of Fu Sheng, hand the black box, and I will tell you all the secrets.”
As his words ended, Han Fei’s body started to fall apart like blocks, and he didn’t even know how he died this ti.
“So that’s ‘Dream’? Why does he look identical to Butterfly? Dream has no physical form, could it appear in the most disliked and hated form from one’s inner heart?” Han Fei, soaking in the pool, was fast reaching his limit as well, but he had yet to recall all of his death mories.
Struggling upward, another photo sank to his chest, slowly adhering to his heart.
“I want to make a deal with you.”
Laughter echoed in his ears, and Han Fei saw that upon awaking once, he took the initiative to contact Kuangxiao from the Blood-colored Orphanage. He broke all power that suppressed Kuangxiao, intending to release the Kuangxiao from the orphanage!
The mories in his mind were utterly mad; this ti, Han Fei wasn’t just opening a chink for Kuangxiao to take over his body. Instead, he was prepared to help Kuangxiao to completely break free from the confines of the Blood-colored Orphanage and enter other people’s bodies as a separate conscious entity!
In the collision with Kuangxiao’s consciousness, Han Fei learned that only by forgetting everything, minimising the binding of his Personality on Kuangxiao, would Kuangxiao have a chance to be free from the Blood-colored Orphanage.
To achieve this, Han Fei forcefully consud ninety-nine lives.
“Was it I who released the Monster deep within the Blood-colored Orphanage? What kind of horrors did I encounter in this city? To what desperate straits was I driven to make a deal with Kuangxiao?”
Thinking back to the mory Shrine of Fu Sheng, Han Fei had very few friends, so the introverted young man decided to be his own best friend.
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