My Iyashikei Game

As long as I can complete this managerial task, I should be able to become the new building manager.

Han Fei kept giving himself psychological hints. He had learned a lot of psychological knowledge before, and he was going to use it to heal his neighbors, but he didn't expect to use it for himself first.

The mission doesn't give specific hints. It seems that I have to explore by myself.

He glanced at the brazier, photo frames and posthumous photos on the ground, and this night seemed to be the night of the soul.

It always feels weird.

Han Fei put his last photo upside down, he gently grabbed the door handle of room 1091, and when he tried to push the door, the sound of the system sounded in his mind.

Attention player number 0000! You have to kill all the ghosts in this room! And save all the people!

The door of room 1091 opened in response, and before Han Fei even walked in, a girl's head fell from the door frame and bit him by the neck!

When the pain came, Han Fei grabbed the head with both hands, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the other person.

Blood blurs his eyes, he can't breathe, he can't even shout.

The strength of the body is getting smaller and smaller, the pain is coming from everywhere, Han Fei falls to the ground, his consciousness becomes blurred, and he can no longer get up.

Is this death?

...

Opening his eyes suddenly, Han Fei found himself standing at the door of room 1091, smiling happily in the posthumous photo on the ground.

I've already died once?

Everything happened so suddenly, the fundamental purpose of this mission seems to be to kill the player by any means and make the player lose their memory.

Han Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and remembered the previous warning from the system.

In the manager task, death is not punished by death, but it will lose memory. When you forget who you are, the previous manager will be reborn with his own body.

This task is more dangerous and difficult than imagined!

Han Fei first recalled carefully, and he found that he didn't seem to have forgotten anything important, and this was what disturbed him the most: Could I have completely forgotten something?

Suppressing the unease in his heart, Han Fei looked at room 1091 again: As soon as the door was opened, a girl's head fell off, and she would bite off my neck...

That kind of pain, Han Fei didn't want to try a second time, he looked around and picked up the brazier on the ground: The system gave me a prompt just now, asking me to kill all the ghosts in this room, but what should I take? To kill? Burn a brazier? Or bite each other?

After thinking about it for about five minutes, Han Fei didn't even touch the door this time. As a result, the door of room 1091 opened by itself, and the girl's head fell again, biting Han Fei to death in a pool of blood.

...

Opening his eyes, Han Fei subconsciously touched his neck: If you stay for too long, you will be killed. It seems that you can only find a way to enter the house!

He cheered up, the first two deaths not only caused Han Fei pain, but also made him remember the position of the head. This time, he wanted to avoid the other party and rushed into the house directly.

Picking up the brazier full of paper money ashes, Han Fei covered the iron basin in a certain direction the moment he opened the door!

Bang!

The girl's head hit the brazier, and there was a scream in the room.

Knowing that the other party was very strong, Han Fei rushed into the house and pressed his body against the brazier to detain the man's head in the basin.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

When the head slammed into the brazier, Han Fei took the time to look at the room in front of him: A glass coffee table, a fruit bowl with rotten fruits, the bedroom on the left, the kitchen door on the right...

When he couldn't hold back the crowd, Han Fei rushed directly to the kitchen. He needed a weapon, even a kitchen knife.

Pushing open the kitchen door, a strong stench hits my face, and there is a middle-aged woman in front of the chopping board who is chopping rotten pieces of meat!

When she saw Han Fei, she screamed and slashed the kitchen knife on Han Fei's body.

The blood surged, the back of the neck was bitten by the head again, Han Fei fell to the ground, he endured unimaginable pain, but his brain was struggling with fate, his eyes scanned the room, desperately trying to remember more things!

...

Fourth death.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't know what he had forgotten. He hated this feeling very much.

The difficulty of this task is beyond imagination. The main thing is that every time I die, I will forget something. Now I forget everything I have forgotten.

If it goes on like this, I may even be doing a task and forget who I am. Will I take it for granted that I belong here?

Thinking about it was scary, Han Fei counted the time silently in his heart: There are two types of memory, one is brain memory and the other is body memory. After many people lose their memory, their bodies will still remember some frequently repeated actions. The box exists deep in my brain, and the probability that it can affect is only the brain memory.

In order to leave a way out for himself, and in order not to lose himself completely, Han Fei decided to do a crazy thing.

He glanced at the photo frame containing his last photo, picked it up and smashed it, then held a piece of broken glass and drew four bloodstains on his arm.

This is the fourth death!

The fingers bleed, and Han Fei felt the pain, and then scribbled the word Han Fei on the other arm.

Repeat after every death, hoping my body can remember

Live the pain!

Picking out the sharpest pieces of glass and putting them in his pocket, Han Fei opened the door, blocked the head with a brazier, and rushed to the bedroom door on the other side of the room.

Being chased by the head, he didn't dare to stop for a moment: There are two bedroom doors, and the first door has an alphabet and posters posted on it, probably for children.

Holding the door handle, Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door closer to the living room.

The toys scattered all over the floor came into view, and among the piles of toys was a five- or six-year-old child sitting with his back to Han Fei.

With the head behind him, Han Fei rushed into the house. He still remembered the last prompt from the system to kill all the ghosts and save all the people.

Is this child human?

He instinctively avoided the child, but the child still felt his presence, slowly turned his head, and a face full of scars appeared in front of Han Fei.

Then the child screamed, and two slender arms suddenly stretched out from the shadow behind the door. They pinched Han Fei and directly hanged him in the room.

His neck was deformed, his face became blue, and Han Fei, whose eyes were seriously bulging, stared at the bedroom.

There are blood-stained clothes in the crevice of the wardrobe, there is half a face under the bed, there is a person hanging behind the curtain, the shadow under the desk will move, and there are at least four ghosts in this bedroom...

...

Opening his eyes, Han Fei didn't think about anything. He first broke the photo frame and began to train his body memory in his own way.

The bloody wounds represent the past that must never be forgotten.