My Iyashikei Game

Living alone in a rental house in the old city, the first thing Han Fei did when he got home from get off work was to turn on the TV. He didn't watch it, but just listened to the sound to keep the house from being too deserted.

After living alone for so many years, it was the first time that his home was so lively.

The seven ghosts were watching TV on the sofa. There was one more person. No one was going to break the peace. It felt quite harmonious.

After being able to quit the game at any time, the upper limit of Han Fei's courage has been raised. He wants to get close to his roommates and find clues about the murderer from the victims.

The memory of the deceased was played repeatedly on the old-fashioned square box TV, and Han Fei also imprinted every detail in his mind.

It was getting closer and closer to four o'clock in the morning. If I didn't do the bathing task again, the novice task would probably be counted as a failure.

Han Fei looked at the watch on the wall, and at 3:50 in the morning, he got up silently and walked to the bathroom alone.

It doesn't matter, I have to try it. It will definitely be of great benefit to me to collect all the rewards of the novice task.

Entering the bathroom, Han Fei did not turn on the light. He recalled the requirements of the bathing task: I want to use game props to clean the body, face and head, and the total cleaning time should not be less than 20 minutes.

Perfect Life is essentially a life-simulation game, so it is not too surprising that Han Fei will set up a routine such as bathing as a task, although he also knows in his heart that it cannot be just a simple bath.

After checking the surroundings, Han Fei found that the door lock of the bathroom had been broken and could not be locked at all.

Can't lock the door? Han Fei frowned, but he quickly adjusted his mind: Fortunately, the task did not force you to take off your clothes and wash.

Turning on the shower, Han Fei was wearing clothes and standing under the water with a kitchen knife.

The cold water washed the body and the clothes were sticking to the skin, the stuffy feeling was not good.

This game really restores all the details.

After flushing cold water for half a minute, Han Fei found that the completion of the bathing task in the task bar was still zero percent.

After he was soaked, he looked at the sink, where shampoo, facial cleanser and shower gel were placed.

It just feels different to take a bath in a haunted house at four in the morning. No matter how high the water temperature is, it will make me feel cold.

He tried to squeeze out some shower gel and smear it on his body. At this time, the completion of the bathing task finally began to slowly increase.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to take a bath in clothes. In the game, you can indeed try many things that have not been done in reality.

Han Fei has gradually realized one thing, there are various constraints in the normal game of perfect life, and there are no constraints in the game of perfect life he plays, no one will restrict him, as long as he can survive, he can try do anything.

This can be a human hell or a blood-red paradise, all depends on how he chooses.

The water temperature gradually became hot, and a thin mist of water rose from the bathroom. Han Fei had been paying close attention.

When he finished washing his body and was about to wash his hair, the bathroom door that had been closed suddenly opened by itself.

Who came in?

The probe looked towards the living room, the TV was still playing a warm picture, but the seven victims sitting on the sofa disappeared.

The temperature of the water is getting higher and higher, but Han Fei feels colder and colder.

The air in the narrow bathroom seemed to freeze, and Han Fei, who was about to suffocate, looked at the mirror covered in mist.

In the mirror of the dressing table, in addition to Han Fei, there are seven other figures.

Not daring to look back, Han Fei stared straight at the mirror.

Wei Youfu in the mirror slowly walked out from behind Han Fei, and he stretched out his hand to write on the mirror.

At the same time, words began to appear outside the mist-filled mirror - that child is about to appear, help her.

This is the first time Han Fei has communicated with the resident of the haunted house. He looked at the words on the mirror and Wei Youfu standing beside him in the mirror, and suddenly had a very strange feeling.

In the reality outside the game, his assigned role is also Wei Youfu, and at this moment, he is separated from the deceased by a mirror.

He still felt fear instinctively in his heart, but in addition to the fear, there was another emotion in his heart.

It was neither sympathy nor pity. He looked at the seven victims of pain and despair in the mirror, as if he saw the old self.

Raising his arm, Han Fei's fingertips touched the mirror.

Coolness entered his mind, and he nodded slowly: I can help her.

After he said this, Wei Youfu showed a simple smile to Han Fei, and then his head and neck began to ooze blood, and scars appeared one after another.

His body was violently dismantled right next to Han Fei, like a broken puzzle piece.

Blood flowers bloomed on the white walls of the bathroom. Han Fei had never experienced such a horrible thing. He didn't even know whether it was water or blood that washed over him now.

What made him even more horrified was that Wei Youfu was only the first.

After Wei Youfu's body was disassembled, Ami, Cui Tianci, Cui Caiyi...

Bright blood flowers bloomed in the narrow bathroom. The world in the mirror was already blood red, which could not be described by the hell on earth. In reality, Han Fei was like falling into an ice cave, and his body could not control the trembling.

water dripping down the cheek

Falling, blood flowing in the mirror.

Han Fei has closed his eyes. The cruelty and fear are not comparable to any horror movie. The sense of authenticity that penetrates the heart is like a sharp sword, piercing Han Fei's heart.

When the bodies of the seven victims were all disassembled, their flesh and blood in the mirror seemed to have their own lives. Despair, resentment, and pain formed black threads, and began to reassemble the scattered limbs.

This seems to be what the murderer once did, and Han Fei is now standing at the murder scene.

Flesh is used as a puzzle, life is threaded with resentment, and an ugly, crazy, terrifying monster is reborn in the body of the dead.

Its body is getting bigger and bigger, and the painful and twisted faces of the seven deceased gradually emerge. They all lost their minds, roaring and shouting frantically, and their residual broken arms are everywhere in the room.

The scene in the mirror was too bloody, but Han Fei still forced himself to watch it. He kept in mind the words left by Wei Youfu, and he was going to help the child who was about to appear.

There is no reason for the seven dead to do this. They disassembled and assembled in front of me, they must be trying to show me something!

The blood vessels bulged high, the flesh and blood were swallowed, the monster reached the ceiling, and its body was still expanding.

Blood poured in, and as the monster continued to expand, Han Fei finally found out where the monster's heart was.

In the body of the monster, he saw an unfamiliar face.

He searched all the information related to the human body jigsaw about that face and never saw it, and the police never released any information related to that face.

She's dead number eight? Is she the last piece of the puzzle?