My Iyashikei Game Chapter 665: Secrets of the Deep World

The empty room seemed to be empty and crowded.

Han Fei stood at the door, listening to the sound of the soul bell above his head, ripples in his mind.

"Soul bell?"

Unconsciously said these three words, Han Fei silently stayed under the bell for a while.

When he entered any room before, in addition to feeling familiar, he also felt naked murderous intent. That kind of fear could not be hidden. He had died in this building more than once.

But all fear of death disappeared very strangely after entering this room, as if this room was the only safe place in the whole ghost creature.

"The place that gives me the most peace of mind? Is this room my home?"

Moving his footsteps, Han Fei entered the room, his eyes swept across the old furniture, skipping over the paper figures, the memory in his mind that was covered by the shady seemed to be stimulated.

He grabbed a paper figurine, a cute little girl in a petticoat stained with animal fluff, her eyes were closed, and she was holding an empty fish tank.

"This girl..."

He was clearly touching a paper figurine, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably, as if he was holding the body of his own daughter.

"I remember there should be something in the tank."

All the paper figurines in this room have their respective names written on them. Han Fei flipped over the paper figurines and found a few words on the girl's back - the first anger.

"Angry? Why doesn't the girl have a name? What does the first anger mean?"

Han Fei picked up the paper figure next to the girl again. It was a curled up little boy. He was thin and pitiful, sitting on a spiritual altar transformed from a cardboard box. .

"Why is he crying?"

He felt a little uncomfortable, Han Fei looked at the boy's paper figurine's chest, where it was written - the first pity.

"When I saw this child, I did feel a little distressed. I didn't want him to cry."

Han Fei didn't want to let go of the two children in his hands. Although they were just paper figurines, Han Fei couldn't just keep throwing them in the house. Eerie cold room.

"And the old lady's paper figurine. That paper-tie maker is really good. She showed the old lady's kindness so vividly that I felt homesick." Xiao Jia followed behind Han Fei, pointing at the There was an old paper figure lady in the room. The paper figure was dressed plainly and held a paper pot in her hand, as if she had just come out of the kitchen, ready to welcome the children who came home for the New Year.

Looking at the old lady carefully, Han Fei's pupils gradually narrowed, as if he had been hit by something, his heart full of fear felt a long-lost warmth.

Walking behind the paper figure old lady, Han Fei found the words "feeling warm for the first time" written behind the old man.

"Warm?"

Han Fei slowly discovered the strangeness of this room. The words on the paper figurines happened to correspond to the emotions that Han Fei had in his heart when he saw the paper figurines. The subtle fluctuations gathered together, and Han Fei's calm mind finally lifted. waves.

"They seem to be my family? My family has been made into paper figures?"

Han Fei's voice was a little hoarse.

"No way? How could your family look like this?" Xiao Jia pointed to the corner of the wall, where leaning against an old paper man in a security uniform, he hunched his back and always had a smile on his face. But his back was full of human heads and mutilated limbs.

Beside the security paper figurine, there is also a "strip" more terrifying paper figurine. The spine of the paper figurine is composed of human heads. The heads of their ancestors seem to be connected together, forming an extremely large deformed monster. .

"Will I burn such a terrifying paper figurine for my ancestors during ancestor worship? Will my ancestors kill him?" Xiao Jia was frightened in his vain steps.

Han Fei's performance was the exact opposite of Xiao Jia's. He walked to the terrifying paper figures step by step and read the text on them.

What is written on the security man's paper figurine is - for the first time to respect, what is written on the paper figurine on the back of the head is - the first time to understand the difference.

"If these paper figures were your family, then I would envy you. There are so many firsts written on the paper figures, they seem to be recording every bit of your growth, watching you , to accompany you and teach you all kinds of things." Xiaoyou hung her mother's mobile phone around her neck: "Compared to you, my life seems bleak, and I can't find so many people..."

"I just feel that they are my family. In fact, my life trajectory should have no contact with them at all." Han Fei pressed his head hard: "I really can't remember." /

"Don't worry, haven't you found the most important red paper figurine? Let's take your time, maybe you can recall something through these paper figurines." Xiao You is very gentle to Han Fei, life and death are on the line At that time, it was Han Fei who saved her and her mother, and this kindness was kept in her heart by her.

"No!" Xiao Jia seemed to realize something: "Paper figurines are made by a paper maker. Since he can make so many paper figurines that you are familiar with, it means that he must know you very well! We just need to If you find a paper tie maker, it will help you retrieve your lost memory!"

"That's right, but the premise of everything is that these paper figurines are really my family, not some kind of hallucination and ghost tricks." Han Fei walked through the paper figurines, his heart was already a little chaotic So he had to force himself to stay sane and consider all kinds of situations.

A person who has lost his memory is the most insecure. He needs to find his true self, not the self in the eyes of others.

Unconsciously, Han Fei had already walked to the door of the bedroom. He flipped paper figures one after another, immersed in a world of his own.

"Let's help him find it too." Xiao Jia said softly, "After we find the red paper figure, let's get away quickly. This place is too underworld."

He was carrying Han Fei's bag, flipped through the paper figurines by the wall, flipping through them and suddenly found a "paper figurine" wearing cloth clothes.

Looking up, an old man with a face as pale as paper was standing among the paper figures and looking at him.

After a brief second of silence, Xiao Jia shouted back: "Someone! Someone is here!"

Sitting on the ground, Xiao Jia moved his body back, he was really frightened.

Hearing the shouting, Han Fei also hurried over, the three of them gathered together and looked at the pile of paper figurines.

"Keep your voice down, at night, don't attract ghosts." The old man's skin was as pale as paper. He had been standing there just now, silently watching Han Fei and the others.

"Paper Maker?" Han Fei stared at the old man's face. The waves in his mind kept surging, and the blood flow all over his body accelerated. He could be sure that the old man in front of him had not only seen him, but he was also someone who dominated his life. very important person.

His eyes moved slowly, and Han Fei noticed that the old man's clothes also had a few words written on it—the first time we met.

"The soul bell keeps ringing, how did you three big living people come in?" The old man still held an unfinished paper figurine in his hand. He slowly walked out of the corner and stopped in Han Fei's body. forward.

"Old gentleman, we accidentally ran in, can you tell us how to get out?" Xiao Jia was frightened to death, but he still asked, but the old man ignored him at all, his eyes stayed on Han Fei's face.

"I came in to save people." After Han Fei answered, he asked tentatively, "Are we really meeting for the first time?"

"Don't think too much, my white goods store is called the first time. It makes the countless first times of people from life to death, and then sets them on fire so that they will no longer be remembered." The old man He seems to know Han Fei too, but he doesn't admit it, just looking at Han Fei is extremely complicated.

"No, although I have forgotten everything that happened in the past, I can be sure that this is not the first time you and I have met!" Han Fei raised his scarred arm and grabbed the old man's hand: "You know the truth, right? The reason for my amnesia? The past I forgot? Do you know everything I've been through?"

Han Fei deformed the old man's finger grip, but the old man didn't feel the slightest pain. He was like a paper man without any emotion, just looking at Han Fei quietly.

"It is indeed the first time that I and you met. You may have met someone who is very similar to me before, but that person is not me." The old man shook his head: "I am just a **** who can't even get out of this room. Papermaker, you really got the wrong person."

"You said in a very positive tone just now that that person is not you. Do you know that there is someone like you in this city? Can you tell me where he is?" Han Fei let go of his hand.

The old man was very surprised at the question that Han Fei asked. He looked at his deformed fingers and smiled softly: "My name is Fu Sheng, and there are many people in this city with this name, although the same name, but everyone's personality is different."

"Fu Sheng?" Han Fei repeated the name repeatedly: "There is Dr. Fu in the hospital, there is a Dean Fu downstairs, and F in the game participants... I used to feel scared when I went to many things, and my heart was full. With the fear of death, it seems that all those surnamed Fu have killed me, only when I entered your hut, I was at peace, and you seemed to be different from them."

"What's the difference? People are all the same. No matter how bad a person is, there will be a little bit of beauty in their heart; no matter how kind people are, there will be some flaws in their character." The old man lowered his head and started to make the Paper figurine, Han Fei found that the paper figurine was different from other paper figurines, it was blood red.

"You said just now that you couldn't get out of this room?" Han Fei sat next to the old man, staying close to him: "Are you being watched? Or is there someone or a ghost trying to kill you outside?"

"My choice is not the same as theirs, so I will insist on staying in this place." The old man smiled and pointed to the text on his body: "I want to run this store for the first time."

"For the first time..."

"The first meeting is also fate. I can give you a discount and let you choose a paper figurine from me later." The old man turned on the radio next to him. It's like a comedian's solo show.

Others were embarrassed to hear it, but the old man listened with relish, and the paper figurines in the room seemed to be listening quietly.

Standing silently by the side, Han Fei only asked about things related to him, the old man would prevaricate, he had no choice but to change the topic.

"Master, we were dragged in by ghosts, do you know how to get out of this place?" Han Fei glanced at the time that was frozen: "What is the relationship between this place and the real world?"

"There is no specific name for this place, I call it the deep world." The old man prepared the paint for the paper figurines, and then chatted with Han Fei casually.

"After a person dies, his emotions and memories will also dissipate, but the most intense and inseparable part has a certain probability of turning into obsession."

"The continuous accumulation and deposition of obsessions have formed a world invisible to ordinary people, that is, the deep world where ghosts reside."

"All the negative emotions are piled up here, shrouded in a black fog of resentment, and all kinds of desperate things slowly grow."

"No one knows when the deep world came into being, but many people have entered it by accident."

"Some of them survived and left behind all kinds of strange stories, while others just disappeared and became the missing."

The white-haired old man propped up the paper figurine with a bamboo stick, and the paper figurine in his hand was slowly becoming complete.

"Can ordinary people enter the deep world at will?" Han Fei felt that this question was very important to him.

"There are many cases~IndoMTL.com~ Most of the time, they are dragged in by ghosts like you." The old man bowed his head and was busy with his work: "The deep world is the world of 'ghosts', When a certain emotion and obsession of a 'ghost' reaches the extreme, the two worlds will partially overlap at a certain moment. Anyone who appears nearby at that moment will hit the ghost."

“Once in, what do I do to get out?”

"Ordinary ghosts can only affect for a moment, and you can recover immediately, but some places are different, there are too many ghosts living there, and they affect the whole building or the whole area. You want to leave , I'm afraid it can only be done by running out of their sphere of influence." The old man took out his pen and colored the paper figures: "This community is a ghost, and for you, the best thing to do now is to leave the community. I I advise you to leave as soon as possible, if it is later, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape."

"Why? Will I become a ghost if I stay in the deep world for a long time?"

"That's not true." The old man shook his head and painted the paper figurine's mouth blood red: "Someone wants to completely separate the deep world from reality, completely block the two, and cut off the passage between the two worlds. , depositing all despair into the deep world, leaving only the good in the world. They have already begun to act, and the distance between the two worlds has become farther and farther, and you will soon witness all this."