My Iyashikei Game Chapter 458: The truth itself has a mouth
The alienated boy has returned to normal, holding the "dismembered" doll toy in his hand, sitting on the cold floor.
Han Fei didn't dare to approach the little boy casually. The seemingly ordinary child in front of him had a terrifying monster in his heart.
After so many things, Han Fei now slowly understands what alienation is all about.
It's not so much alienation, it's better to say that the monster tore off all the disguise and became the most impressive appearance in the memory of the owner of the shrine.
The sun shone on his face, and the boy raised his head blankly, his immature little face was full of tears, and then he crawled to the woman's bed and started crying.
"The people in the memory world should now only be alienated in the dark, and sunlight can restore them to normal." Han Fei frowned slightly, he still remembered the diary left by the original owner of the shrine in his home: "I The day you enter the memory world is December 1st. From now on, the weather will get colder and colder and the daytime will be shorter and shorter."
Han Fei doesn't know what kind of danger he will face in the future. This kind of normal life is a little bit broken, and the feeling of alienation day by day is really uncomfortable.
I knew that the abyss was right in front of me, but I couldn't stop, I could only sprint forward, wrapped in all the memories.
"Don't cry, your mother will be fine." After comforting the child, Han Fei was about to discuss with the landlord, hoping that the couple could help take care of the little boy.
Walking to the top of the stairs carrying the package, Han Fei was about to go down, suddenly felt a chill on his fingers, and the landlord's ring suddenly issued an alarm.
"Is it upstairs?"
Turning around and looking at the third floor, when Han Fei turned his head, he happened to see a woman in white clothes walking on the stairs.
"Tenants on the third floor?"
Han Fei didn't think much about it and followed him. He watched the woman open a certain door and enter it.
"Wait! That room..."
Han Fei stopped in the corridor on the third floor. He clearly saw the woman entering room 13, which was the room where someone committed suicide before.
"It's dawn, why is this long corridor so gloomy."
Moving to the door of Room 13 a little bit, Han Fei was surprised to find that the door was ajar, as if it was a door left for him on purpose.
With a shudder, Han Fei gently pushed the door open. Accompanied by the creaking and crunching sound, Han Fei entered room 13 for the second time.
The difference from last time is that this time he is alone.
"Is anyone there?"
Han Fei's nerves were already tightened with a package full of things in one hand, and a quiet grip on the handle of the knife in the other.
"Pop!"
Suddenly there was the sound of a cup falling from the kitchen, and a mouse ran across the floor of glass shards.
"There are still living creatures in this house?"
Almost when Han Fei's voice fell, the lively mouse suddenly began to twitch, as if it had been infused with poison. Two mung bean-sized eyes leaked out of blood, and then it fell into the glass shards.
"Can you hear me? I know you are in this room!" Han Fei slowly backed away. He felt as if he had stepped on something, but he remembered clearly what was going on at the entrance of Room 13. It was clean and there was nothing on the ground.
Resisting the urge to look down, Han Fei continued to step back, but the door of the room that was originally opened was closed by someone at some point.
The rusty lock got stuck, and Han Fei was trapped in this room.
"The owner of the house committed suicide a few months ago. There has been no accident for a long time during this period, indicating that she should not be the kind of ghost who kills innocent people."
Don't panic after encountering a weird thing. First analyze the situation. If the other person's obsession still exists, then consider how to communicate with the other person.
If the opponent is completely dominated by the killing intent and is completely mad, then you have to calmly think about how to commit suicide to alleviate the pain.
All kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind. Han Fei knew that he couldn't open the door, so he took the initiative to move forward.
"I heard that you were also a clerk in a department store? Speaking of which, you are still my predecessor. Recently I encountered a lot of weird things in that mall. I think I understand a bit now why you made such an extreme I chose...Frankly speaking, I have always had the same idea as you. The mall owner is a devil in human skin. He is hypocritical and perverted. Now I have been driven by him to a dead end."
Han Fei was locked into the room by the ghost in Room 13, but what he said would make people think that he ran in on his own initiative.
"I have nowhere to escape. No one in this world believes what I say. Everyone thinks that the owner of the mall is a great philanthropist. Only I have seen his true face under his mask!" Han Fei said, shaking. Opening the package in his hand: "The devil's hands were stained with blood, and he committed countless crimes. Each piece of old goods represents an injustice."
The blood-stained red sweater fell to the ground, with a few photos and a paper airplane folded into a love letter.
Other things were fine, but when the paper airplane touched the floor of the living room, the temperature of the entire room began to drop.
"Is this paper airplane yours?" Han Fei tremblingly picked up the paper airplane on the ground, and he held it in his palm.
In fact, when Han Fei saw the paper airplane in the underground warehouse, he decided to take it out because the appearance of the paper airplane was almost the same as the paper airplane thrown downstairs by the woman on the third floor, but the material was different. That's it.
At the time, Han Fei felt that the paper airplane was related to the woman on the third floor, so after entering the apartment building, he kept walking around with the package.
Most unexpected encounters may be carefully planned by one party.
The door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the pile of toilet paper rolled out.
After a while, a scorched palm grabbed the door frame, as if the ghost in Room 13 would appear in the next moment.
Holding the paper airplane and slowly approaching, Han Fei held the arm that had been burnt by the fire before the real owner of Room 13 appeared.
"I seemed to have seen you in my hallucinations last night. I was very surprised why there was this thing in the store’s underground storeroom. At that time, I suddenly remembered that you were watching me all the time. I received the paper you threw down. Airplane."
Touch the secrets of the soul...
Not feeling that he had used his abilities, Han Fei sensed pain, hatred, and strong regret from those scorched hands.
"I really regret it, but everything is too late. Now I have been targeted by the owner of the mall, and he regards me as the next prey. I know that time is running out. In the last few days, I I want to help you." The true meaning of Han Fei's words is, you must not rush to kill me, I am almost a "corpse", and keeping this life may still be useful to you.
The same meaning is changed to another way of expression, coupled with a little acting skills, it will become very contagious, this is the art of language.
The ghost in room 13 did not leave the bathroom in the end. The hand that was severely burned by the fire took the paper airplane in Han Fei's palm, and then squeezed it into a ball.
Li Gui's scorched skin began to fall off in large chunks, slowly mixing with the love letter, and the original love words were gradually replaced by black stains.
The words full of love are disgusting now.
"It was the love letter that made you suffer so much? Who wrote that letter? After I leave today, I will do everything possible to bring him over!" Han Fei made his promise, but If he wants him to fulfill his promise, he must first ensure his safety.
The sun slowly rose, but the temperature in Room 13 continued to drop. With a harsh scream, Han Fei was pushed away by that hand.
The countless waste papers in the bathroom were swept by the wind, and a woman was vaguely screaming.
Hanging her neck from the window frame, her charred hands tore the waste paper all over the floor hysterically, the first sun shone into the house a little bit, and the woman's face became increasingly blurred.
When she finally disappeared, a paper airplane folded with a love letter flew out of the pile of waste paper in the bathroom.
The temperature began to recover. Han Fei looked at the blood-stained paper airplane in front of him and carefully took it apart.
The original sentence of love on the love letter has been smeared out, leaving only a line of hideous words written with fingers.
"The truth is a monster. It has a mouth that can't speak. Every time a philanthropist goes out, he will lock it in the house and shut it down with his conscience."
Continue to look down. There are a few large and slanted characters on the back of the love letter-can you spell it out for me?
"What do you spell well?"
Looking up, Han Fei found that there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him in the gap between the pile of waste paper.
"Are you asking me to put the patterned paper in my life into a complete pattern?"
Although Han Fei has experienced human body design, he is not good at jigsaw puzzles: "It would be great if Wei Youfu was there. He liked jigsaw puzzles a lot when he was alive."
Thinking of the neighbors in the deep world, Han Fei took a deep breath. He really didn't expect that he would feel homesick one day, and he didn't even think that what he thought was not a rental house in the real world, but a happy community. The most terrifying haunted house.
"I was completely healed by them. When I leave the memory world alive, I will see if I can smooth out this ‘puzzle’ as a souvenir for Wei Youfu."
Enduring sleepiness, Han Fei sat on the floor of the bathroom and began to look at the waste paper on the floor one by one.
He doesn't play puzzles very much, but his memory and insight are far beyond ordinary people. When ordinary people look at strange symbols that don't make any difference, he can see the abnormality at a glance.
A few minutes later, Han Feigang was immersed in it, and footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.
The landlord and his wife hurriedly rushed to the door of Room 13. They saw Han Fei sitting in the bathroom seriously puzzled, and their faces were pale.
Perhaps this scene is too horrible, and the couple dared to enter the house with a mop and a broom.
"Does this kid have too much pressure and caused brain problems? I said earlier that you should not keep asking people to pay the rent. You have to be forgiving and forgiving. You see, people are crazy now, right?"
"Shut up." The landlord's aunt entered the living room with the mop, followed by the landlord's uncle.
"Will he be possessed by the hanged girl? Run around this room in the morning and fiddle with papers? Is he still laughing?"
"Shut up! It's so noisy!" The landlord's aunt quickened her pace, and Han Fei also saw them.
"Sister? Uncle? Why are you here?" Han Fei patted the dust on his body, and Han Fei got up from the ground.
"You, what are you doing in this room? Who opened the door for you? Did you secretly match the key?"
"You may not believe me when I came back from work. When I came back from work, I saw a woman standing in front of the little boy's house on the second floor. Her hands were scorched. It was very miserable. But she was very kind and she told me the little boy's mother Imprisoned in the bedroom, I hope I can save her." Han Fei said very sincerely, and there was no trace of lying from the expression on his face.
"What happened later?"
"I went to look at the little boy's house, and found that his mother was really imprisoned in the bedroom with pipes all over her body! I was terrified at the time and immediately called the emergency number." Han Fei said in a voice. So, let the landlord and the couple have a kind of immersive feeling.
"Are you terrified?" The couple looked at Han Fei with some confusion.
"After saving the boy's mother, I saw the girl walking upstairs as soon as I came out, so I chased her and wanted to say thank you."
"So you chased it directly into room 13?" The landlord and his wife were a little shaken. They seemed to have encountered some "spiritual" incidents before.
"Yes, that girl is very pitiful. There seems to be another reason for her death. I suspect it was related to the waste paper in the bathroom." Han Fei showed the symbols on different papers: "Put these pieces of paper together , I can probably see the shape of a well head. There seems to be something written next to it. When I put all the pieces of paper together, I should be able to restore it."
The landlord and his wife wanted to say something, but the ambulance arrived at this time, and the little boy downstairs was still crying, and the two ran downstairs again.
"Being a landlord is not easy, especially when meeting a group of tenants like me."
Promote the landlord and his wife~IndoMTL.com~Han Fei concentrated on starting the puzzle. He wanted to figure out the message Li Gui wanted to deliver in the shortest possible time.
Jigsaw puzzles are always difficult at the beginning, and the faster they go later, more than forty minutes later, Han Fei has covered the room with broken pieces of paper, and he also made an extremely important discovery.
All the waste papers are put together to form a well. The surroundings of this well are filled with very special funeral customs.
Han Fei didn't know much about these things, but Huang Ying told him one thing in reality not long ago.
An old man who studied history suddenly died in the "Perfect Life" game. The biggest discovery he made during his lifetime was that after the death of the NPCs in the game, they followed a set of funeral customs completely different from reality. It seems that the game once existed. A **** in charge of death.
Forcibly memorizing all the weird symbols, Han Fei's puzzle is about to come to an end.
He can't understand the symbols, but he can roughly understand the meaning of some pictures.
"It seems that as long as you throw something into that well, you can reap good luck and blessings. Later, some people built shrines for that well, and some people slowly began to try to put the most important'things' such as friends and relatives. Push into the well."