My Iyashikei Game Chapter 634: I’m really afraid of myself

Latest website: Three sets of clothes, each of which seems to represent a life, according to the information on the note, from Monday to Sunday, there is one victim every day, and the owner of the house has at least seven lives.

"Could these bloodstains on my arms be the number of deaths? Kill one person and engrave one? That ninety-nine is too outrageous."

His eyes moved from the bloodstain to the ground. Han Fei looked at the clown mask. A very strange feeling appeared in his mind. He was only staring at a mask, but he vaguely seemed to see his face. . .

The mask was like a mirror, reflecting his heart, or revealing his true self.

Laughs unscrupulously, hysterically, and laughs crazier than anyone else, but there is a tear on her cheek that can't be smeared away.

"Is this the real me?"

As if being called by something, Han Fei involuntarily picked up the mask on the ground.

"The killing clown? The laughing clown? The crying clown?"

After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei put the clown mask into his backpack, and he was about to leave.

The stench in the back room is too strong, and if you stay for a long time, the smell will soak into the clothes and hair, which may be the reason why my father came home with a stench on him that day.

"Never stay in that room tonight."

Regardless of whether there are ghosts in that place, Han Fei is not going to go back, nor does he want to have any contact with his "parents".

Although the couple treated Han Fei very well, he really had no memory of his parents in his mind. They were like strangers on the roadside.

Han Fei was about to leave with his bag on his back, when he suddenly heard an abnormal noise from the cabinet in the back room.

"There are still corpses hidden inside? No, there should be half-dead victims?"

For Han Fei, the best option right now is to leave and not meddle in his own business.

Curiosity killed the cat. If there is a victim hidden in the closet, if he opens the closet now, the other party is likely to see his face. Will he kill him then? Or let him go?

Reason told Han Fei that he should leave and not meddle in his own business. The other middle-aged woman was coming back soon.

"If I didn't think about the fact that I might be the murderer, or anything else, what decision would I make now?"

"If I go, that person will surely die. It's a life."

After a moment of silence, Han Fei walked over and looked inside through the gap in the cabinet door.

It's pitch black there, and you can't see anything.

"Only open."

Using violence to remove the lock, Han Fei opened the cabinet door. There was no imaginary victim inside, only a dying black cat.

This cat is ugly, with pieces of skin missing, like a stitched doll.

What's even weirder is that there are nine strange black lines on the cat's skin. Those lines are concentrated in the heart of the wild cat. They don't seem to be painted on the day after tomorrow, but more like they are born.

"This is the owner's cat? Why torture him like this?"

Aware that someone is approaching, the cat meows weakly, it seems to be very hostile to people.

"It's no wonder you hate those people after being hurt like this." Han Fei sighed softly: "If you throw you here, you will probably be killed by them, or just throw it away, I I'll try to help you."

Han Fei picked up the cat and put it into the backpack.

"Time to go."

Walking towards the door exit, Han Fei heard footsteps before he got there. His ears moved, and he suddenly felt bad.

Go out now, you might run into someone from outside!

In almost tenths of a second, Han Fei responded. He threw the clothes in the back room on the ground, creating the illusion that he had been rummaged.

After a quick fix, he was standing at the back door of the iron gate.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the owner of the footsteps seems to have noticed something and suddenly runs.

"Someone?!"

The middle-aged woman rushed into the innermost room. She looked at the opened door in surprise. The expression on her face was completely different from before, mixed with fear and distortion.

"Who's in!"

She saw the clothes thrown on the ground in the back room and rushed towards the back room immediately.

When the middle-aged woman ran into the back room, Han Fei walked out from behind the door. He flashed behind the middle-aged woman and left the room.

Hurrying out, Han Fei didn't dare to stay, he ran out of Building No. 4, tried his best to avoid surveillance, and escaped from the community by jumping over the wall.

"I'm not sure if I'm paranoid, but I know after dark I'm going to see some scary things, so I'm going to find a safe place before dark."

There was a very weak cat meow in the backpack, and the wild cat seemed to be dying soon, and it would completely lose its vitality after a while.

"I'm going to help you find a pet hospital."

Han Fei knows the location of a pet shop, and his memory is far superior to ordinary people. When he came back from the hospital on the first day, he remembered all the buildings he passed by, which seemed to be one of his many "habits".

"Do I remember those buildings for the convenience of escaping? What kind of dire circumstances do I have to live in to cultivate such an instinct?"

There is still some time before dark, Han Fei suppressed his fear of everything around him, lowered his head, and walked quickly across the street.

About half an hour later, Han Fei entered a pet store on the corner of the street. Perhaps because of the poor location, the store's business was not very good.

In the empty pet store, there are few customers and few pets.

"Can you help me save this cat?" Han Fei unzipped his backpack and held out the scarred cat.

He was about to put the cat in the pet shop, when a mean-looking man came over: "Don't leave it! This is a stray cat? Do you know that these cats may have various diseases on them? ?"

"I'm sorry." Han Fei squatted and held the cat himself: "Can you save it?"

"Is it still necessary to save if you are injured like this?" The mean man looked at Han Fei: "It's not impossible if you have to save it, but the price is high, you must think about it."

"As long as it can be saved." Han Fei had no money anyway, no matter how high the other party's price was.

"Refreshing." The man's face changed immediately, as if he saw the God of Wealth, he didn't dislike the sick cat anymore, holding the cat was like holding a golden pimple: "I used to be this one. The most famous veterinarian on the street, because her daughter likes small animals, so she opened such a shop, you have come to the right place this time."

It took almost two hours for the man to take the feral cat out. He disinfected and cleaned the wound on the feral cat's skin, then stitched it up a little, and gave the cat a comprehensive examination.

"Your cat itself is not sick, but it is often abused and has not eaten and drank for a long time, so it is so weak." The man took off his gloves: "Fortunately, it was delivered earlier, and later. In an hour, it is estimated that it will return to the cat."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, these are what I should do." The mean-faced man showed a smug smile, and then he extended his hand to Han Fei: "I did a full set of inspections on it, and used the most A good medicine costs a total of 5,200 yuan. Let's make a friend, I'll wipe the fraction for you, and you can give me 5,000 yuan."

"Five thousand is no problem, but I don't have that much money now." Han Fei was telling the truth, and his expression was sincere.

"I'm going? Want to eat Bawang's meal? Try to see if you can walk out of this door today?"

"You can put the cat with you, I'll pay you an IOU, and I'll definitely pay it back later."

"You think it's beautiful! Who wants this broken stray cat? Is it worth fifty dollars? Don't talk to me about it! Take the money!" The man saw that Han Fei was not good at words and walked over , grabbed Han Fei's collar: "I've seen people like you a lot. If you don't have the strength, don't save any stray cats, prolong its pain, and find guilt for everyone."

"I will pay it back." Han Fei had to find a safe place before dark, and he was in a hurry to leave.

"Looking like you look like a dog, how can you do such a thing?" The man grabbed Han Fei's collar with one hand and grabbed Han Fei's arm with the other hand: "Give me the money immediately! Call the police!"

"Call the police?" Han Fei's pupils twitched, and he turned to look into the man's eyes: "Don't force me, I'm really afraid of myself."

"What are you looking at!" The man felt a little guilty when Han Fei looked at him. He was about to say a few words to cheer himself up, but suddenly felt his palms sticky.

Looking down, his hand holding Han Fei's arm was stained with blood.

"Blood?" Taking a step back, the man looked at Han Fei's arm, and the underside of his long sleeves were densely covered with wounds.

"I think you'd better not call the police, and I hope you can just forget me." Han Fei's expression was a little painful: "There are eleven surveillance cameras on this street, and I avoided them all when I came here. Your store is on a street corner, and few people usually come. If I do it here, I can even have enough time to deal with the crime scene. By the way, the surveillance in your store is installed at the cashier, and I have been there from beginning to end. Did not step into the surveillance area."

"What are you talking about?"

"You can't kill a clothespin in your hand, but it's different in mine. My eyes seem to have seen several ways to die. Really, I hate that weird feeling too. , but I can't control it." Han Fei grabbed the man who wanted to step back and prevented him from returning to the surveillance shooting area: "Did you notice anything?"

"What's the matter..." The man found that he couldn't break free at all, and it was only now that he felt bad.

"Since I entered the house, these cats and dogs in your pet store have never barked again. They all lie on their stomachs and dare not move. Did they smell something from me?"

Hearing Han Fei say this, the man was really scared. He felt that today was extremely abnormal, but he couldn't say what was wrong, and now he suddenly woke up.

"Brother~IndoMTL.com~ Look at what you said. You rescue stray cats. You are definitely a good person with a good heart." A smile appeared on the man's face: "We all love small animals, I also Can you believe me? I was just joking, the total is 700 yuan, you don't have to run back to pay the money, or I will send you two more bags of cat food?"

"Give me your cell phone." Han Fei glanced at the hand that the man was about to stretch into his pocket, as if he had guessed all the man's thoughts.

"Okay, bro." The man took out his cell phone from his pocket, with a sad face.

"Don't call the police, I can assure you that I will never hurt you when I stay sane." Han Fei turned on the phone and found that there was no lock screen password, then put the man's phone in his pocket: "The phone and the five thousand I will give you back all the pieces, I hope you can trust me."

"Why don't you pay it back, I'm serious." The man didn't want to see Han Fei anymore, it was the first time he saw such an abnormal customer.

"Are you afraid of me?" Han Fei frowned. The doctor diagnosed him with severe persecution paranoia. He hated being afraid of this emotion. (To be continued)