My Iyashikei Game Chapter 452: Different routes lead to the same goal, all roads lead to prefectures

Standing on the aisle on the third floor of the mall, looking at the window of the women's clothing store, the models behind the glass are wearing colorful clothes, and the faces are engraved with the same expressions.

They were looking at Han Fei, and Han Fei was looking at them, until one of the models couldn't help but blinked.

Goose bumps appeared on his neck. Han Fei didn't know how many ghosts were hidden on the third floor. He bit his head and approached the women's clothing store where the Orioles had stayed.

A new model has been changed in the window. She is wearing clothes similar to the oriole. If you take a closer look, you will find that she looks a bit similar to the oriole, from the open eyes to the full lips. There are blood stains running down the lower abdomen.

At a certain moment, Han Fei felt that all the models were looking at him. Every model seemed to have his own life. They didn’t have that direct malice towards Han Fei, they just wanted to keep Han Fei. Bend the arms and legs and fold them into the same model as them.

Countless gazes were staring at Han Fei in the darkness. At first they just watched, but when the darkness gradually spread, heads protruded from the shop window. They wore brand-new clothes and faced Han Fei Zhang. Opened his own hands.

The curtains in the fitting room kept shaking. Han Fei came to the place where he first met the woman in red. The store floor was full of clothes that he tried to wear, but the customer in the store was still very dissatisfied. It seems that what she is looking for is not the clothes she likes, but the lost skin and body.

Flesh is the outer garment of the soul. The store owner took away his wife's favorite outer garment, and now his wife is back to collect the debt.

The radio in the mall made a piercing electric noise, as if a child was laughing happily, the midnight music was turned on, and the low and depressing melody enveloped all the people who were active in the dark.

Clear and sweet, slow and gentle, like a caged oriole singing, but her throat is stuffed into the blade, and every song is mixed with blood.

The hallucinations of the owner of the shrine became more and more serious. The sound of the left and right ears changed from different to the same. When the real and the illusion were not distinguished from each other, that is, when Han Fei was completely sinking.

He could hear his heart beating with the drum beat in the music, getting faster and faster, as if to jump out of his chest.

The feeling of urgency is pressing from all directions, and the mall is slowly turning into a prison and a maze, trapping him forever.

"You will die here, just like me, just like all of us..."

The laughter sounded in the women's clothing store, and the woman who was gesturing coats was reflected in the waiting mirror. She changed the red coats one by one, and directly took off the last piece of human skin.

A dark hole remained in the chest pierced by steel bars, and the hole in the chest of the figure in the mirror reflected Han Fei's face.

The woman turned around slowly, and all the mirrors in her looked at Han Fei, holding her hands up, Han Fei felt that her neck was pinched, that kind of power was far beyond her ability to contend.

Li Daxing is terrifying, but he is only the weakest one here.

His feet slowly left the ground, and the strong suffocation made Han Fei's cheeks purple. He felt that if he didn't run away, he might really die here.

Whis the resurrection knife, grabbed his neck with the broken fingers of the owner of the shrine, and when he slashed his neck to bleed, the strong sense of suffocation was slightly weakened.

"You cannot stay on the third floor for a long time."

Giving up to find the ex-wife of the owner of the mall, Han Fei rushed upstairs.

The original normal elevators have all become long tongues covered with saliva. The ribbons and light chains hanging from the top of the mall have turned into black hairs, and the lamps inlaid on the top seem to be open. Opened eyes.

Absurd, weird, and horrifying.

Running wildly on the tongue coating, racing against the gods of death and the ghosts, Han Fei finally reached the fourth floor. The first person who caught his eyes on this floor was an old man.

The other party is wearing the same work uniform as him, with a work card.

The old man was also surprised when he saw Han Fei coming up. He staggered and walked towards Han Fei.

With his mouth open, he seemed to be about to say something to Han Fei, but Han Fei only noticed that the other party's jagged yellow teeth were stained with sawdust.

"Are you here to replace me? Is it time to hand over? I finally waited for you, I thought you would never care about me anymore." The old man's speed is getting faster and faster, as if a The huge bug, his hands and feet shook forward quickly, and his body was severely twisted.

"The person who came to take your place is called Li Daxing." Han Fei continued to move up. He climbed up the elevator and saw the back of the old man's head.

The back of the old employee's head was hollowed out, and a big hole remained there, and moldy and smelly sawdust was constantly spilling out of the brain hole.

"Wait, wait for me, wait for me!" The old man also climbed up the elevator, using his hands and feet together, the expression on his face became more and more distorted.

"Is this the corporate culture of the mall? Everyone is so enthusiastic?" Han Fei couldn't get rid of the old man who was behind him. He now has to pay attention, if he accidentally slips and falls. , Then he might never have a chance to stand up again.

The benefits of increased physical strength were revealed at this moment, and Han Fei ran to the fifth floor before the old man followed him.

There was a strong smell in the air, and there was a slight gleam in the darkness. Han Fei shook off the old man and decided to stay on the fifth floor.

When he first saw Li Daxing, the other party stood on the fifth floor holding something. Han Fei suspected that the big object Li Daxing was holding at the time was his lost colleague.

The pungent odor from the deli can faint people. Han Fei looked at the shop with small lanterns. Before he walked up to him, he heard the chopping knife on the chopping board, a piece of meat. Splashing on the white cloth, the chef seemed to be crazy.

Looking from a distance, Han Fei, who entered the store, looked at the back kitchen. The chef standing with his back facing him was tall and mighty, but his chopping board was all kitchen knives and axes.

The ingredients used by the chef are not taken from the refrigerator, but from the suitcase next to the kitchen.

After chopping up the meat on the chopping board, the chef kicked the suitcase aside and opened the cabinet door forcefully, which was densely packed with black suitcases.

Take out one at random, and the suitcase is still stained with blackened blood.

Unzipped the suitcase, the chef standing with his back facing Han Fei suddenly stopped working. The suitcase was empty and there was nothing.

Turning around a little bit, the chef's neck stretched, his head turned backwards, and a **** face stared at Han Fei: "So...you ran here."

Dragging the suitcase in one hand and the thick-backed kitchen knife for chopping meat in the other, the chef rushed out of the back kitchen.

"Are you working overtime crazy?"

Han Fei ran away. There are not just one or two dead people in this shop.

After the chef chased Han Fei out of the deli, the suitcases in his cabinet were all moving, as if the "food" contained in it was being prepared.

The shopping mall has become very unfamiliar now. There are roads in front of Han Fei, but every road seems to be a dead end.

"Can I run so fast while dragging my suitcase? If you catch up with me today, wouldn't my stamina at 30 o'clock be lost?"

Han Fei has no impression of the chef of the deli. He has never contacted the other party since he entered the memory world. Now he can only speculate based on experience.

In the men's clothing area on the fourth floor, the old man in the uniform of the thrift store seems to be Pei Yang's master. The old man who died in the store some time ago, it can be inferred that the chef was also the person who died in the mall.

I don’t know if it’s the reason for the shrine, everyone who died in the mall will be trapped here forever.

There is more than one deli on the fifth floor. Although there are no crazy chefs in the other stores, there are diners sitting in the dark. All those guys are sitting in the room with their backs to Han Fei, seeming to be waiting for the chef. vegetable.

When Han Fei saw Li Daxing on the fifth floor, he should have become a diner here.

There was a running sound. Some diners who were sitting with their backs to Han Fei slowly turned their heads. They were about to squeeze out the red eyeballs and stared at Han Fei, their heads covered with human blood falling to the ground, bright red His tongue sticks out of his mouth, slowly licking his chapped lips.

They found something better.

One of the diners got up, they were dressed differently, some well-dressed, some ragged, they came from different places, received different education, but when they saw fresh running human flesh, they still chased excitedly. Came out.

Someone pretends to be a gentleman, whispering condemnation, but they have a knife and fork in their hands while hiding behind them.

Someone took out the rope and threw it in front of Han Fei, saying that he would save him, but his face was full of greed.

Every diner will pretend to be in front of everyone, and no one will openly propose to share Han Fei, but everyone who comes to watch Han Fei has this thought.

Han Fei didn't understand why the owner of the shrine had such crazy hallucinations. He felt that after experiencing a lot of things, the owner of the shrine had begun to become extreme, and he couldn't help leaning toward the abyss.

"Can't be caught by them!"

Han Fei tried his best to escape from the diners. In this case, let alone look for Li Daxing's colleagues, it would be good if he could save his life.

The stench in the deli area gradually faded, and the small lantern hung at the entrance of the restaurant became blurred. Han Fei was holding his heart and gasping for breath.

High tension, strenuous exercise, physical and mental stress.

Bending down, Han Fei didn’t know where he was hiding. The sound of his left and right ears had begun to confuse. The oriole in the mall’s radio no longer sang, but screamed and screamed in pain. It didn’t look like it at all. It is the sound that a person can make.

The heart thumped and the blood vessels appeared on the surface of the skin. When Han Fei was about to reach his limit, a rustling voice suddenly came from his head.

The faint light shone on the floor in front of him. Han Fei turned his head and looked behind. The TV on the shelf was turned on at some unknown time. A woman with disheveled hair and bleeding from her abdomen appeared on the screen. She was wearing a big red. His clothes, laughed unconsciously in his mouth.

She walked forward step by step, tiptoeing, as if dancing.

The slender hands stretched out to the sides and slowly came to the concrete platform that had not yet been built.

People stared at this madman in surprise, this beautiful crazy elf.

She stepped on her wounded foot in the dust. She looked up at the huge building still under construction and raised her head little by little.

With her mouth open, she seemed to be saying something, until she stepped down and fell down!

The woman on the TV screen fell down, but Han Fei heard the wind in his ears!

I looked up, that ugly face was just above my head, and the woman's face was almost torn apart by the bitter wind!

Instinctively swung the knife upward, but Han Fei didn't hit anything. He looked around with lingering fear. All the TVs were turned on, and the black and red screen kept repeating the process of the woman falling.

"She didn't seem to commit suicide?"

The woman's final state was obviously abnormal. She laughed too horribly, and was much more frightening than crying.

And Han Fei could see clearly that the last step of the woman was inadvertently stepped on empty.

"She dances like a marionette."

Hurrying out of the appliance area, but where can I escape next?

The whole mall is like a melting pot of the devil, everything is changing, Han Fei only now fully understands the terrible alienation of the world.

The owner of the shrine is slowly going crazy, the illusion and the memory based on reality are twisted together. If there is no blessing from the mother of the shrine owner, if the previous task is not completed, perhaps the entire memory world will become like this.

"The mission requires survival for 30 days, but in fact, normal players are definitely unlikely to survive to the end. I must become the new owner of the shrine before the world is alienated to the worst point."

Screams rang in his ears, and Han Fei was forced to run to the top floor. He didn't dare to stop for a moment.

The shopping mall has completely fallen into chaos, and Han Fei turned around silently looking at the elevator that had ended.

There are passages all around, but there is no way to escape.

The hungry diners~IndoMTL.com~ The suitcases that moved quietly, the crazy chefs, and a large number of monsters beyond Han Fei’s imagination crawled out of the darkness, endless.

"I originally thought these things would show up little by little, so that I could be mentally prepared."

Go backwards, and the shadows are flooding Han Fei like a tide.

They are slowly approaching, trying to drag Han Fei into it.

"If you all fall into darkness, who else will help you in the world?"

There seems to be no other choice. Han Fei stepped back and came to a small shop on the top floor. In order to prevent the darkness from overwhelming his body, he climbed onto the table in front of the shop.

At this time, he was standing at the highest point of the mall, with the guardrail at his feet.

Turning his head, Han Fei looked down from the seventh floor.

In the center of the mall on the first floor, familiar or unfamiliar figures are looking up at him, seeming to be waiting for him to jump down.