93: Chapter 93 Who is the Manager?
93: Chapter 93 Who is the Manager?
“I’ve died five tis, but now I’ve figured out where the ghost in the bedroom is hiding, and compared to the kid’s bedroom, the living room and kitchen are relatively safer.”
Han Fei didn’t understand why there were so many ghosts hiding in the child’s room; he had too little information to deduce anything.
After scratching his na into the fra fragnt, Han Fei charged into the room once again.
He still first grabbed the girl’s head, then hurried toward the master bedroom farthest from the living room, but to his surprise, the door to the innermost master bedroom was locked, and it couldn’t be opened without a key.
“Only the master bedroom in room 1091 is locked; there must be sothing wrong with it.
It seems I need to find the key to the master bedroom first.”
Unable to enter the bedroom, Han Fei didn’t just sit around waiting for death; by now, he had figured out the trajectory and attacking pattern of the girl’s severed head, and he could always block her with the brazier in advance when she charged at him.
Retreating while fighting, Han Fei knew he couldn’t get through with just one life, so he wanted to make each death count for more!
Retreating to the other side of the living room, Han Fei kicked open the bathroom door with one foot.
Perhaps the commotion was too loud, as the woman chopping at in the kitchen ran out with a cleaver in hand.
Faced with both the woman and the child’s head, Han Fei had no confidence at all; he used all his strength to knock the girl’s head away and then hid in the bathroom.
“Bang!
Bang!
Bang!”
The sharp cleaver kept chopping at the bathroom door, and Han Fei could hear the woman’s hysterical screams from outside; she seed to have completely lost her mind.
“Can you hear speaking!
Is there anyone who can hear !”
There was not a single person to communicate with; room 1091 was simply a demon’s lair.
Grasping the doorknob tightly, not daring to let go, Han Fei focused on the head and woman outside the door.
Behind him, the sound of running water started up; soone had turned on the tap.
Turning his head, he saw black hair continuously flowing out of the faucet, tangled like rotting seaweed and emitting a strong stench.
Before he knew it, it had already wrapped around his legs.
Unable to struggle, Han Fei ended up completely enveloped by the black hair, his body constricted out of shape.
…
Opening his eyes, Han Fei’s body shivered slightly: “The sixth death.”
Breaking the morial photo fra, he picked up the glass fragnts to record, carefully feeling the pain transmitted from his arm.
“It’s unrealistic to rely on my own power to kill all the ghosts in the house.
My only chance is if they start fighting each other.”
There were a lot of ghosts in the house.
Even after six deaths, Han Fei still hadn’t figured out exactly how many there were.
“The child’s bedroom is the most dangerous, followed by the bathroom.
Next ti, I’ll try opening the doors of the bathroom and the bedroom at the sa ti to see if the ghost in the bathroom will fight with the ghost in the bedroom.
Only when they are in chaos will I be safe.”
“The mission requires to kill all the ghosts and save all the people.
The people in the room should be the middle-aged mother in the kitchen and the disfigured boy in the second bedroom, but their reactions to are very strange, as if they’ve seen a ghost.”
Han Fei looked down at his own morial photo and an idea ca to mind.
“Could I be a ghost too?”
Picking up the brazier, Han Fei stared at the door to room 1091: “The Manager’s tasks are woven from the Manager’s mories, which ans there should be traces of the Manager’s presence in the house, or even that the Manager might be in the room.
If I can find him, things would be a lot easier.”
Han Fei knew nothing about the Manager yet; he needed more information.
But he also knew there was no such thing as a free lunch; all information and clues had to be bought with his life.
This was a gamble based on mory, and the loser would lose everything.
Upon opening the door to room 1091, Han Fei raised the brazier to block the girl’s severed head, having morized all of her movents, each step almost entirely anticipated.
He charged directly to the door of the second bedroom, opened it without pausing for a mont, and then turned around to open the bathroom door.
The temperature inside plumted, the child in the second bedroom began to cry, and the mother in the kitchen, hearing the noise, prepared to open the kitchen door.
At that mont, Han Fei was right on ti at the kitchen doorway; as the door swung open, he lunged into the kitchen, ready to snatch a knife!
It was unclear whether it was because the kitchen was situated in a favorable position in the house or because fires were often lit there, but the temperature in this room was sowhat higher than outside.
To prevent a sneak attack from the girl’s head, Han Fei shut the kitchen door as soon as he dashed in.
Knowing ti was of the essence, he absolutely couldn’t afford to be held back by the woman, so he was prepared to trade injury for injury.
During the struggle for the knife, a bunch of keys fell from the woman’s apron pocket beside the refrigerator.
“The keys are on the child’s mother?
Why does she have the master bedroom door locked?
I never saw the father inside the house; could he be locked in the master bedroom?”
He successfully grabbed the kitchen knife, but as he went to pick up the keys next to the refrigerator, the refrigerator door suddenly opened and a headless corpse erged, pulling Han Fei inside.
Bones shattered, cold air surged into his chest, and acute pain stimulated every nerve.
“So cold…”
…
On his seventh awakening, Han Fei didn’t think about anything but first smashed the picture fra, cutting a blood mark and his na on his arm.
“A severed girl’s head will fall when the door is opened, and a headless child’s corpse is hidden in the kitchen refrigerator…”
Contemplating the relationship between the ghosts and humans in the room, Han Fei got ready and entered the room again.
Just like last ti, he opened the doors to the second bedroom and the bathroom first, and upon hearing the child’s piercing cries, he directed the severed head towards the kitchen doorway.
The mont the mother ca out, Han Fei took the bunch of keys from her apron pocket.
Dodging the swinging kitchen knife, Han Fei rushed towards the master bedroom; because the woman and the severed head were right behind him, he only had one chance to try the key in the door.
He chose the first key and inserted it into the lock, he twisted it slightly, but the door didn’t open.
As he prepared to try the second key, the kitchen knife had already co down on him.
“There must be sothing hidden in the master bedroom!”
…
On his eighth death, and his ninth, it wasn’t until Han Fei’s tenth death that he finally managed to open the door to the master bedroom!
As the door swung open, he dove in and then, holding the keys, closed the master bedroom door behind him.
The child’s mother, wielding a kitchen knife, continued to chop at the wooden door, and the girl’s head kept thumping against it; Han Fei knew his ti was limited.
He turned his head to examine the room, and his eyes were quickly drawn to the double bed inside.
Tied to the dirty bed was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, his hands and feet bound to the bedposts with restraints, wearing special hospital patient clothes, and currently appearing to be unconscious.
“I’ve been to every room in the house; there should be only three living persons, the mother and two children.
Among them, who could have been the forr Manager?”
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