My Iyashikei Game

Han Fei! Have you read it yet? Xiao Jia kept staring at the wedding dress puppet with his eyes fixed. It was actually a very terrifying thing to watch a supernatural puppet so closely. He felt that he had memorized everything about the puppet. In my mind, I can't drive it away: For a long time in the future, I guess I will dream of this face in my dreams. The key is that she is someone else's wife.

Get ready to go downstairs.

Han Fei remembered all the steps of the ghost marriage ceremony, and covered the wedding photos with black cloth again, and then took the yellow paper and left.

We'll go to the fourth floor to take a look later.

Seeing Han Fei walk out of the bedroom, Xiao Jia breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Han Fei's decision to die again: Are you sure? Don't make fun of your own life! I didn't think you looked like a desperado before, how do you get in? It's so impulsive to do things behind this building!

You don't understand, this building makes me feel like my own home. Do you still have so many scruples in your own home? Of course Han Fei knew that the fourth floor was dangerous. He went in with the hanged ghost before. If it wasn't for the hanged man trying his best to drag him out, he would probably be locked in that room forever.

But at the critical moment, he saw the girl in blood on the TV. The incomparably terrifying girl said something to him. He vaguely felt that those words were very important. If he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Xiao Jia and Xiao You stared at a puppet each, Han Fei led the way, and the three of them came to the corner of the stairs.

That is, when the sight was blocked by the stairs, footsteps sounded, and when they reacted again, the disfigured chef puppet and wedding dress puppet had already walked out of the wedding room on the fifth floor and followed them to the corridor.

The two puppets were entangled with red threads, as if they would be bound together forever and ever, until death.

Red thread? You two wait a little longer. Han Fei asked Xiao Jia and Xiao You to stare at the puppets. He took out his company and walked to the two puppets, cut off a few red strings, and stuffed them into his backpack.

Do you even want to take the red rope of the puppet?

It's not for us to find it by ourselves. Han Fei stood in front of the two puppets and bowed his hands to them: I wish you a good relationship for a hundred years, have a son early, and I will remember your kindness. will repay.

Han Fei didn't care whether the two puppets could understand or not, he went straight to the fourth floor.

The door of the weirdest room was half-open, everything in the dark room had returned to normal, and the TV cabinet had returned to its original position.

Are you really going in?

Xiao Jia felt that one thing was better than one less thing, but he couldn't stop Han Fei at all.

When he was talking, Han Fei had already made a decision, put away the knife called companionship, hugged the blood-red paper figurine, and entered the house.

The rusty security door made a creaking sound, and even the sound of the door shaft turning was familiar to Han Fei, as if he had heard this sound many nights.

Entering the house, Han Fei made a move that no one expected. He closed his eyes, stopped thinking about death and fear, and let go of everything and all his defenses.

If someone hit him with a fatal blow at this time, he probably wouldn't even have time to react, and he would be killed directly.

Han Fei focused all of his attention on his mind. He embraced his only memory fragments in his mind, and let the paper and the words written on the paper's body linger in his consciousness. all around.

Everyone has his own home, even if he hasn't come back for a long time and forgets everything that happened in the past, when he steps into that place again, many forgotten things will be awakened, this is the special thing about home.

It represents not only a house watered by reinforced concrete, but a flower that has been cared for by time and years. Even if life is dark, looking back, that flower will bring color to your world.

I've been here many times.

Many emotions were soaked in the instinct of the body. Han Fei walked forward. He felt fear, loneliness, and anxiety, but also felt a kind of happiness of being snuggled and depended on.

Even with his eyes closed, Han Fei walked to the sofa. He sat in the far corner, as if there were other people sitting in the empty space.

In a trance, a scene flashed in my mind, seven people with different appearances and personalities crowded on the sofa, everyone watching TV together.

Han Fei opened his eyes, the sofa was empty, and he was the only one sitting on the sofa.

Suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, Han Fei felt that he had lost a very important person.

Covering his cheeks, Han Fei propped his elbows on his knees. When he was tortured by amnesia and felt pain, the closed TV turned on by himself.

The sound of rustling electricity sounded, and a black house slowly appeared among the black and white snowflakes.

The house was built in the deepest part of a black forest, and it was difficult for even the strongest adventurer to find it.

With no way out around, the house was left alone in darkness.

Slowly, the door of the hut was opened, and a little girl in blood appeared on the screen.

She saw that Han Fei was already very excited again, his face was twisted and deformed, and the killing intent was gushing out.

Han Fei didn't know why this girl hated him so much. He didn't remember what he did to the child at all.

The girl in red wanted to walk out of the house, but a few broken hands were hanging on her clothes. From a distance, it seemed that those hands were blocking her.

she.

The girl dominated by killing intent roared, she roared unwillingly, and finally sat down and continued the terrifying game.

It was also the first time that Han Fei stood from a girl's point of view and looked inside the dark room.

The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the eyes swept, all blood red.

The girl just sat in the pool of blood and assembled the mutilated corpses. Even if the separated corpses were spliced ​​together, people could not be reborn.

She tried again and again until tears flowed from her eyes distorted by hatred. She fell on the human body puzzle and cried helplessly.

Han Fei! Come back soon! Xiao Jia and Xiao You outside the house were urging, but Han Fei couldn't hear their voices at all now, he didn't even notice it himself, he didn't know when, he had already walked in front of the TV, He squatted in front of the TV, his face was about to touch the screen, and his body seemed to be poking into the TV.

That room was really desperate, and he couldn't see any glimmer of light. Han Fei was also affected by that despair. He felt that his body and soul were sinking constantly, and everything in him seemed to be wrapped into the TV by the despair. Among them, become a member of the room of despair.

My existence has not changed anything...

There was such a thought in his mind, the voices of Xiao Jia and Xiao You were going away, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a cat meow.

The injured cat ran over. If Han Fei hadn't rescued it, it might have died in that cabinet a few days ago.

Little Eight?

The lips uttered two words lightly, and when Han Fei looked down at the cat, the eyes of the girl in red, who was completely dominated by killing intent, trembled, and she also looked down at a place in the dark room.

In the corner of the room, always covered in blood and darkness, there is a small flower pot.

The flowerpot was not big, and there were no flowers growing, just half a pot of yellowish-brown soil.

The seeds have not yet germinated, but compared to the entire black room, at least the presence of the flowerpot represents a possibility.

The red-clothed girl who fell into madness slowly stood up from the pool of blood, her skirt was dragging on the broken corpse, and she held up the flowerpot in the corner with both hands.

The world is still dark, the room is still filled with corpse stench and despair, but at least his arrival has brought a small change to everything.

Will the seed in the world bloom into a flower in the deep world?

The crazy girl in red was standing in the black room holding the flower pot. She turned to look at Han Fei, and Han Fei's figure appeared in the eyes occupied by killing intent.

She moved her assembled corpses to the sofa, one after another.

The long sofa was quickly filled with seven corpses. When there was only one vacancy left, the girl raised her finger and pointed at Han Fei across the TV screen.

The TV screen freezes, and the tragic and desperate scene seems to be a special family portrait. I don’t know how many times everyone has died before putting everything together.

I seem to remember.

The picture played on the TV ended here, and a blood-stained video tape fell to the ground under the TV cabinet.

Han Fei reached out and picked it up, and when his fingertips touched it, the unfamiliar voice came from the back of his mind.

Attention number 0000 players! You have reached stage five!

Without caring about the voice in his head, Han Fei looked at the videotape, with a lot of words written on the cover.

If you can read these words, it means that you are still yourself, not Fu Sheng, nor the laughing soul.

I've been worried these days, will we slowly lose all the important people and get lost in this city.

But then I figured out that not everyone we meet can be forgotten by forgetting, and it is often because of meeting those people that we have who we are now.

I hope you can hear our voices, don't doubt, don't be shaken, at least we all remember you, remember your name, remember your desperate look.

The picture in Han Fei's mind watching TV alone with seven lonely souls became clearer, and more and more cracks appeared on the shady screen that obscured his memory.

I saw the photo of this girl in Dean Fu's room. In the normal photo, she was holding a flowerpot that was not blooming. When I left the room, I saw the image after the mutation. This girl Crawling out of someone else's flesh and blood.

In this city, except for the paper maker, no one with the surname Fu can be trusted, and the words that Dean Fu said are absolutely unbelievable. The girl in the photo is probably not his family, but my family! That room is also Not his room, but my home!

Video tapes and blood-colored paper figurines are very important to Han Fei. Just touching these two things will make him feel at ease, as if his family is with him.

Han Fei, can you go? Are you planning to spend the night here? Xiao Jia was a little worried when he saw that Han Fei had completely melted into the darkness.

Okay. Han Fei got up and glanced around, then walked to the window and picked up a flower pot.

He scratched in the loose soil for a long time, and then took out a blood-red seed like a heart.

Is there really something in the flowerpot?

After collecting the seeds, Han Fei walked downstairs with his teammates, while the two puppets kept following them.

The corridor door was destroyed by a blood-colored monster, and dark red light entered the dark building hole.

Happy Community has become Han again

It wasn't the same as when he first came in. The whole area was covered in blood, and there seemed to be a huge scarlet eye in the night sky.

The world where ghosts live is the deep world. This community is located at the junction of the deep world and reality. If the people behind the scenes want to completely block the two worlds, they will definitely destroy this place.

Han Fei is not yet able to participate in those things. He is more like a witness at this time, watching history repeat itself in this city.

Quietly walked out of the corridor, the puppets did not chase after them, and the three of Han Fei entered the passage between Buildings 1 and 10. They were not hindered by any and left the Happy Community easily.

The blood faded behind him, and the night was like ink covering several people.

Finally escaped! Xiao Jia leaned against the phone booth, his hands kept shaking, and his legs were already weak.

Now is not the time to rest.

Han Fei dragged Xiao Jia and Xiao You into a remote alley, and a dark taxi slowly drove out. Li Guoer had been waiting for them for a long time: Why did it take so long to get out?

Save a child, we'll talk about it on the way. Han Fei sat in the passenger seat, holding the bloody paper man in his arms.

Is she reliable? Li Guo'er was a wanted criminal and was temporarily blinded.

I'll ask her for her opinion first. Han Fei patiently communicated with Xiao You in the car. He was surprised to find that he seemed to have the talent of persuasion, and it didn't take long for Xiao You to join them.

Xiaoyou is just an ordinary person, but her mother is different. She is a ghost who can go out and carry. The most important thing is that she can also use her mobile phone to pull specific people into the deep world.

After confirming that Xiaoyou could be trusted, Li Guoer didn't say anything more, she just handed the invitation letter to Han Fei.

Adjusting the angle, Han Fei used the lights in the car to see the number on the invitation letter - thirty.

I remember that the points seemed to be twenty-three before? Why did it suddenly increase so much? The hanged ghost is not as strong as the boy's corpse, so it is impossible to directly increase by seven points. Han Fei suspected that the paper and puppet couple also gave him points.

I'm still surprised? Sitting in the car and waiting, the points will increase by themselves, and I feel like I'm lying down and winning. Li Guoer put the invitation again: What are your plans next?

I've gained a lot from this trip, and I need to digest it slowly. Han Fei flipped through the script he wrote: By the way, do you know where there is a more famous ghost house?

Yin House? Li Guo'er raised her eyebrows: What do you want to do?

Marriage. Han Fei replied casually with his head lowered.