My Iyashikei Game

Han Fei has played many games after losing his job. He did this mainly to vent his inner pressure, hoping to adjust his state as soon as possible and regain his motivation for life.

Now that his goal has been achieved, after playing the game Perfect Life, he deeply understands the beauty of life. It turned out that the injustices he encountered were so insignificant in front of ghosts and perverts.

In a way, he was indeed cured.

It's just that this method of healing is rather crude, as if a wooden thorn was stuck in his finger, and he directly cut off the entire arm.

He collapsed to the ground weakly, pain and exhaustion tortured every nerve, and Han Fei didn't know whether he fell asleep or passed out in a coma.

...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At seven in the morning, Han Fei was woken up by a knock on the door. He got up from the ground, still confused.

It wasn't until he saw the gaming helmet on the table and the blood in the helmet that he realized that last night's game was not a dream.

The novice task is so difficult, and there must be more terrifying tasks in the future. Isn't this asking me to die? I'm just a comedian, and I can't even fight. How can I fight against the vicious 'neighbors' in the whole building?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The knocking on the door kept coming. If it was before playing games, Han Fei, who suffered from severe social fear, would probably pretend that there was no one in the house and silently wait for the other party to leave.

But after playing that game, he didn't think much about it at all, just walked over and opened the door.

Hello, we are policemen from the Xingfu Road police station in the old city. My name is Zhao Ming, and this is my colleague Zhang Xiaotian.

police?

Looking at the two policemen in uniform at the door, Han Fei's eyes lit up. The thing called the black box in his mind threatened him with brain death and prevented him from calling the police, but now the police came to the door.

Come in! Han Fei had never communicated with people in such a positive way. He invited the two policemen into the house and ran to the refrigerator to find drinks.

We came here to ask you about something. There was a fire in our jurisdiction, and the surveillance camera caught you appearing at the scene of the fire. The two policemen looked at Han Fei's enthusiastic appearance and felt a little strange. Zhao Ming also took out Looking at the phone, he found that Han Fei's performance was different from what was shown in the police investigation data.

Actually, I also have something to tell you. Han Fei sat across from the police with a drink.

Oh? The two policemen glanced at each other, and their expressions gradually became serious. They stared at Han Fei in front of them: What do you want to tell us?

I last night...

Warning! Attention players number 0000! Do not reveal the existence of the original version of Perfect Life to anyone! After three warnings! The black box will explode in your brain!

The nerves in the brain seemed to be grabbed by someone, and the trembling feeling from the depths of the brain made Han Fei open his mouth, but he couldn't continue talking.

The two policemen looked at Han Fei's half-open mouth, and the three of them stopped motionless for a few seconds.

What happened to you last night? The two police officers waited, they didn't know the pressure Han Fei was under at this time, the sweat dripped down Han Fei's cheeks, the sense of terror that destroyed every brain nerve lingering in the back of my mind.

Blue veins appeared on his forehead, Han Fei gritted his teeth, and he slammed his fist on the sofa, but in the end he didn't say the existence of the game.

The two policemen were taken aback by Han Fei's actions: Calm down and say something, force resistance is the stupidest.

After racking his brains, Han Fei deliberately avoided the game. He tried to talk about his troubles from another angle.

In order to prevent the black box in his mind from blowing up, he said every word very carefully: At midnight last night, pay attention to this time, an old lady invited me to eat dumplings, and her grandson slammed the fish soup and said the ingredients. It was taken out of the coffin, but the ingredients were taken out of the refrigerator, and I felt like there was a body hidden in their refrigerator.

If you can have such an idea, shouldn't you reflect on yourself? The two policemen looked at Han Fei's serious appearance, Zhao Ming quietly turned on the law enforcement recorder, and Zhang Xiaotian's hand was left behind him without a trace: and then?

I went home and started to sleep. The bathroom door was moving by itself, and something came out of it. Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?

What?

Ghost! He just squatted on the ground and suddenly disappeared, his face was pale and pale, and his body was as if he had no bones! As soon as he opened his eyes, he was hiding next to the bedside lamp! Han Fei became more and more emotional, he was afraid of the police I left and missed the opportunity to ask for help, so I danced around and fully demonstrated my solid performance skills.

I took out the law enforcement recorder, you told me there is a ghost? Zhao Ming took a deep breath and tried to calm his tone: If you just want to tell us this, then forget it, then we will I will ask you a few questions, please answer truthfully.

The conscience of heaven and earth, everything I said is the truth! Han Fei was really not acting, he blinked desperately, like a hostage being held, but it was not a kidnapper who was holding him, but a game.

First question, why did you appear in Antique Street in the old city at 1:30 noon yesterday? Zhao Ming didn't continue to circle around with Han Fei and asked directly.

I'm going to buy second-hand games, by the way! We can go to the store manager! Comrade police! Come and find the store manager with me...

How can there be a store manager? That old street is a lot of danger.

All the shops were closed three months ago.

Impossible! I've been buying games at that thrift store for three consecutive days! Let's go now! I'll take you to that store! Han Fei stood up directly.

Are you really ignorant or are you pretending to be confused? There was a fire in Antique Street yesterday afternoon, and all the thrift shops were burnt down. Fortunately, the shops were closed long ago, so no one was injured. Both Zhao Ming and Zhang Xiaotian felt that Han Fei was suspicious. .

All the thrift stores burned down? Han Fei stared at the two policemen blankly, and after a while his eyes became firm again: Impossible! There is a loophole! I clearly remember the appearance of the store manager! As long as you find this person , you can prove that I did not lie!

Han Fei is a professional actor. His memory is very good. At this time, he took out a pen and paper and wrote down the appearance of the old store manager: You can find him according to this! You will definitely find him!

I can tell you responsibly, there can't be any shops open there... Zhao Ming wanted to say something, his phone suddenly vibrated, he asked Zhang Xiaotian to stare at Han Fei, and walked out of the room by himself.

Hello? Team King?

Did you go to the house of the suspect in the arson case on Antique Street? Did you find anything? A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.

We have already arrived. After talking and asking questions, we found that something was wrong with that person. Zhao Ming looked inside the house and lowered his voice.

Specifically.

According to the personality model established by Citizen Information Big Data, he is a very introverted and hard-working comedian, and we also found his psychological counseling records, which said he suffered from very severe social phobia.

Comedian with social anxiety?

Citizen information and data analysis are recorded in this way, but after we actually contacted, we found that the suspect was emotional and behaved very strangely. I suspect that his social status has been improved, but...

Just what?

It's just that people seem crazy.