My Iyashikei Game Chapter 699: Water monsters, water monsters

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Han Fei, who walked out of the nightmare, was covered in a curse, and he pushed the door open.

There is a strong stench from the dark bedroom. The small room is full of various colored pen drawings. In the middle of all the pictures, there is a little boy locked by chains.

He was holding a severed finger, stained with various paints, and painted on the ground.

"Number Four?"

Han Fei saw the boy's clothes. The uniform jacket of the welfare home was badly damaged, and the numbers behind the boy were a little blurry.

"Why do you have a picture of us?" The boy didn't look up and continued to draw on the ground, this time he was drawing a child, the child had been fantasizing about death, but he didn't hurt anyone Man, just suppresses that urge by constantly hurting himself.

"Like you, I'm a child from that orphanage." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, his backpack was torn, and the ugly cat took a picture from the page of the playbook.

The children's group photo has always been hidden in the script in the basement. This gift from the painter to Han Fei seems to be used at this moment.

As if he felt some breath, the boy with his head lowered slowly looked at Han Fei, his blood-stained eyelids slowly blinked, and then he rushed towards Han Fei like an enraged leopard!

"Bang!"

The chains were tightened and squeezed into the flesh. The boy hovered his hands in front of Han Fei's eyes. He opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of mutilated teeth.

His mother and grandmother, seemingly concerned that he would continue to hurt others, pulled his teeth and clipped his fingernails.

"Don't get excited, if you want to see it, I can give it to you." Han Fei handed the photo of the orphans to the boy, he grabbed the photo with both hands, and his hideous face slowly calmed down, like a child lying on the ground. In the arms of a partner, I gained a long-lost sense of security.

The blood scabs on his eyelids began to fall off, and a trace of sanity returned to his eyes.

"When you entered Building No. 11, you should have seen the incarnation of No. 11's childhood memories, right?" The boy's voice was gentle and calm, which was the opposite of what he had just done, and was more terrifying than schizophrenia.

"Yes." Han Fei did not deny it. He found that after the boy touched the photo, the face of a child in the photo gradually became clear. This photo seems to be the key to remind the orphans of the past.

"No. 11 and I died a long time ago. We were sent to the paradise of the deep world by Fu Tian, ​​and then we seemed to meet Fu Sheng, who made us part of the paradise." After touching the photo given to Han Fei by the painter, I remembered a lot of things: "This memory shrine belongs to Fu Sheng, everything works according to Fu Sheng's memory and consciousness, and I have managed a lot with No. 11. Years can't change anything until you show up here. In death after death, you have moved the fate and turned the happy community into a special place."

"A special place?"

"This community is based on your memory. As you die again and again, you are gradually swallowed up by Fu Sheng's shrine, and your memories are constantly merging. You slowly lose yourself and become this shrine. A part of the memory world, and this part of the slow integration is the happy community." Boy No. 4 lay on the ground: "The whole world belongs to Fu Sheng, only this happy community belongs to the orphans, this is what you use for ninety-nine What I have won at the cost of this second death is also the greatest help that I and the Eleven can give you."

Han Fei risked losing all his memories, dying again and again, and even actively begging for death. While he was being swallowed by the memory world of the shrine, he was also trying to influence and change the world.

Fu Sheng wants to be reborn on Han Fei's body, and Han Fei wants to climb up Fu Sheng's shrine and look far away.

Breaking the boat, Han Fei did win the bet. This happy community is no longer the one in Fu Sheng's memory, but was changed by the joint efforts of three children from the orphanage, which integrated Han Fei, No. 4 and No. 11. memory.

"No wonder I feel very strange. I clearly entered the memory world of Fu Sheng. When Fu Sheng was the same age as me, I was not born yet, but there are traces of me everywhere in this community. "Han Fei gradually understood: "With your cooperation, it seems that the paradise has been changed."

"The paradise is still the same paradise. It will not change for many years. The tragedy keeps repeating, but the children in the paradise have changed and changed. All of us are only a symbol in the end, and our life is nothing but someone else. A number in his mouth." The man in size 4 was lying on the ground, his voice was immature, but his words were full of maturity that did not match his age.

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about." Han Fei was holding the knife of rebirth. He had no impression of No. 4, only that he had a good relationship with the painter of the plastic surgery hospital.

"The original happiness community was used to cultivate orphans. Eleven apartments lived in eleven different kinds of despair. After so many years, the happy community is still a place to cultivate despair, and the children there have also grown from Eleven became thirty-one." Blood oozes out of No. 4's mouth, and the blood in his eyes is like slender worms, twisting frantically: "This body is the embodiment of my childhood memories. , but I didn't expect the dream to stare at me, you must be careful about it! The dream that used to be at the same time as Fu Sheng has become indescribable, it is the only ghost that exists until now, it can even pass Fu Sheng's memory to him The impression of Fu Sheng's shrine to influence Fu Sheng's shrine world. In the memory of Fu Sheng, the eight resurrection rituals that Meng prepared for him have changed. Many rituals are different from before. I suspect that his real goal is you."

"In other words, in this memory world, I should not only be careful about Fu Sheng, but also pay special attention to the manager's dream?"

"That's right, Meng was sealed into the deep world by Fu Sheng, and it vowed to let Fu Sheng's soul fly away and erase all traces of Fu Sheng's existence." Cracks began to appear on No. 4's young body. His belly bulged slightly: "My childhood memories are about to collapse. When you enter the paradise, you can find me and the body of No. 11."

"Where is your body in Paradise?"

"I was buried in the ground with pictures of children painted on my skin. No. 11 dressed up as a tourist. He will take the initiative to contact you." The knife slammed towards it: "Ninety-nine deaths, you gave up everything in exchange for this opportunity. I hope you can go on smoothly, don't repeat the same mistakes, and go back to Fu Sheng's old path."

The dazzling light of the knife penetrated the boy's abdomen, and under the belly, a black cocoon carved with the cheek of No. 4 fell out.

This cocoon contains more death and despair than all the previous cocoons combined, and the monsters in the cocoon seem to be about to break out of the cocoon.

A cat's paw pressed against the cocoon, and the ugly cat lowered its head. The nine ghost lines on its body extended through the hair, burrowed into the cocoon, and devoured all the contents inside.

After absorbing more and more worm cocoons, the ghost lines came to life, and there seemed to be something in the nine ghost lines calling out to Han Fei eagerly, wanting to stick with Han Fei intimately.

"I've already destroyed the three resurrection rituals of the dream, and I'm going to speed it up. The more you drag it back, the more people in the city will die, the desperation and negative emotions will continue to spread, the power of ghosts It will get stronger and stronger." Han Fei doesn't want to be the savior, but now it seems that he is the only one in the city who still cares about the lives of ordinary people and is willing to help those people.

Han Fei pulled out the death knife, the boy's childhood memories dissipated, and he was no longer in the house.

The bedroom returned to normal, and all the gloomy feelings disappeared. Han Fei walked out of the room and found the old man.

He did not tell the other party that the boy was dead, only that the boy was not in the house, and he probably escaped when the old man was not paying attention.

It doesn't matter whether the old lady believes it or not. No. 4 chooses to hit the death knife by himself. Maybe he also feels that the old man can truly be liberated after he disappears.

The cat meowing, the ugly cat that absorbed the power of the cocoon became different from before, with shiny hair and sharp eyes. It was no longer a sick stray cat on the side of the road, it looked more like a stray cat. It is a pet kept by the **** of death, and there is a cold light in his eyes.

"Han Fei, did the old lady treat you well?" Xiao Jia, who was guarding downstairs, saw Han Fei come out, and hurried up to meet him.

"Building 4 has been cleaned up, let's hurry up and go to other apartment buildings." As he walked towards Building 5, Han Fei called Yan Le and his daughter to his side and stared at them for a long time.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at?" The boss didn't understand: "Have we been ghosted?"

"I just think it's too coincidental to meet you, as if I was guided by some kind of force." Han Fei didn't delve into this issue, he looked at Yan Le: "Where is the nearest resurrection ceremony for Meng? "

"Going west from Xingfu Community, there is a big lake on the outskirts of the city. The fourth ceremony is by the lake, which seems to be related to water monsters and water ghosts."

"Lake?" Han Fei was expressionless, but he was thinking about various things.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, all the buildings in Xingfu Community were cleaned up by Han Fei, and the citizens who followed him moved in one after another.

With Han Fei here, everyone's inner fears were dispelled a little, but Han Fei himself frowned. Those conjoined monsters that he had seen completely formed by despair have not yet appeared.

The sky is getting dark again, this time after the sun goes down, I don't know when the next rise will be.

The Xingfu Community was shrouded in darkness, and the residents dared not turn on the lights, so they could only close the doors and windows tightly and crowded into one building.

"The manpower is still not enough." Han Fei taught the players how to deal with ghosts, and asked Xiao You and her mother to guard the entrance of the apartment.

From last night until now, all the ghosts Han Fei and the others killed ended up in Xiaoyou's mother's belly. Now Xiaoyou's mother has swelled several times in size, and it is a very scary existence in the midst of resentment.

"I will go to the western suburbs and try to come back before twelve o'clock in the evening. You protect everyone."

Get on the black taxi. This time, Han Fei only took Li Guoer, Yan Le and a player with good water ability. Could be of some help.

The big lake that Yan Le's mother said was not far from the happy community, Han Fei and the others drove to the place in just ten minutes.

What is more strange is that when the black hearse was approaching the lake, it turned into a small road far away from the big lake. The nine victims in the car seemed to be reluctant to approach the lake.

The sun went down early, and the darkness seemed like a big hand, covering everyone's eyes.

The headlights came on, and the hearse drove several hundred meters along the dirt road near the Great Lake, and finally stopped at the end of the road.

Cold neon signs stand on the side of the road, and there is a resort town by the lake, but now there seems to be no one in the town.

"Is the fourth ceremony of the dream held in this town? Or in the lake?" Han Fei didn't get out of the car, he looked around vigilantly.

"I don't know the specific situation. I only know that it has something to do with this lake." Yan Le's mother controlled Yan Le's body, her lips wriggled, and after a long pause, she said, "By the way, dream for this lake. The Great Lake has a very special name called Mind."

"Mind?"

Han Fei nodded. He put on his backpack and opened the door.

"Li Guoer, stay in the car and be ready to meet you at any time. The others are with me." Han Fei grabbed Yan Le's shoulder and the two walked forward side by side.

This resort town is not big, there are only a few buildings in total, it seems that halfway through construction, the developer ran away.

"Hot spring hotel, fishing gear rental center, boat rental center, tourist information center, fish restaurant..."

Looking at the buildings on both sides of the road, Han Fei's footsteps suddenly stopped, his nose twitched, and he turned towards the boat rental center.

"There is a faint smell of blood in the room, and the shoe prints on the ground are also new. The weeds have not yet recovered after being stepped on. Some people have just stayed here."

Han Fei quietly approached ~IndoMTL.com~ and reached out to open the door of the boat rental center.

"Crack!"

The plate full of food fell to the ground, and a figure in the dark opened the window and jumped out.

"Have you seen that thing?" Han Fei was a little puzzled, the shadow that just left was not in the shape of a person.

He took out his flashlight and pointed it at the shattered dinner plate, which contained a **** piece of raw meat that looked like it had just been torn from an animal.

"The word "Fish Restaurant" is written on the plate, but the meat is some kind of large mammal meat." Han Fei picked up the fragments of the plate on the ground and looked out the window. The shadow left. There are no shoe prints in the place, only a trace of a heavy object being dragged out.

"Is there no one alive in this resort town?" Han Fei jumped out of the window with a fragment of a dinner plate. He followed the traces on the ground and came to the back door of the fish restaurant.

"You two pay attention to your back." Han Fei held the dead, and slowly opened the door, a pungent stench wafted out of his face.

Holding the knife forward, Han Fei looked inside.

An old lady in rubber shoes and a headscarf was sitting in front of a huge freezer, with her back to Han Fei, holding a special knife to scrape fish scales in the dark.

The freezer in the back kitchen has long stopped working, and the large amount of fish stored in it has rotted, but the old man seems to be unable to smell the odor and continues his work.

The sound of rustling sounded, and fish scales splashed everywhere.

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