My Iyashikei Game Chapter 721: The hotel where the personality rests
"No wonder I didn't receive an invitation this time, my name and soul were stolen by laughter
Severe pain came from all over his body, especially his face. Han Fei's facial features seemed to be scorched by fire. He lay in the darkness and gritted his teeth. The wild laughter took away part of the memory. Han Fei didn't know what the real deal was. He struggled to get up, but his body didn't seem to be his own, and after crawling out a few meters in a certain direction, he passed out. The hysterical laughter slowly faded away, Han Fei seemed to be abandoned by the world, and there was only endless darkness around him.
The wild laughter took away Han Fei's face, and he wanted to replace Han Fei in this world. People will: Seeing a new Han Fei appear, they will never imagine that the real Han Fei will be abandoned in this black room
I don't know how long it took, but the pain on Han Fei's face subsided a little. He vaguely heard the phone ringing constantly, and there seemed to be a very faint light in front of him.
Reluctantly looked up, a Can Nian wrapped in kindness was squatting in front of Han Fei with a mobile phone.
"Fu Sheng?"
The residual thoughts in front of him are exactly Fu Sheng who was imprisoned in the mirror by the "dream". In the plastic surgery hospital, Han Fei let him enter the butcher knife in order to help him leave the mirror.
In the memory shrine of the plastic surgery hospital, Han Fei changed Fu Sheng's fate, but later Fu Sheng still chose to go back to the old way. He left his good thoughts and memories in the plastic surgery hospital and went to the paradise alone.
Seeing that Han Fei was awake, a smile appeared on the face of Cannian, he handed the mask and butcher knife on the ground to Han Fei, and then walked towards the distance. In the black room in the center of the labyrinth, in the boundless despair, Fu Sheng's kindness seemed to be the only candlelight. With a faint light on his body, he walked ahead to guide Han Fei.
This last black room is very large, as if there are no boundaries, and Han Fei even feels like he is walking in a black box at this time.
Time lost its meaning, no reference, no direction, Han Fei just silently followed Fu Sheng's good thoughts, and they walked for a long, long time. It wasn't until the wound on Han Fei's cheek stopped bleeding and the tingling feeling gradually diminished that Fu Sheng, who was walking in front, stopped.
He turned his head and smiled at Han Fei, his body dissipated in the darkness and into the wind of despair.
"Fu Sheng!
Han Fei reached out and grabbed the opponent, but he didn't catch anything. Looking in the direction where Fu Shengshan's thoughts disappeared, there was a faint light coming from not far away.
"That's the exit?
Stepping forward with his legs, the light in Han Fei's field of vision slowly became clear. After a few minutes, he finally saw everything clearly.
In the center of the endless darkness, there is a dilapidated and cracked hotel, and the light is coming from the hotel window. "Why is there such a building in the center of the labyrinth? Why did Fu Sheng's kindness bring me here?
Slowly moving forward, Han Fei saw the signboard of the hotel. Except for the word "heart" on it, which was barely recognizable, the other words were erased by the years.
"This is the deepest secret of the labyrinth? An inn called Heart?"
Walking to the front of the hotel, Han Fei hesitated when he was about to open the door of Hobby Chinese. He endured the pain and put on the smiling face mask again.
"I look scary now, I'd better wear a mask."
Slowly pushed the hotel door] open, with a light creaking sound, Han Fei felt that everything related to the black box on his body was rapidly disappearing, just the simple process of entering the door, but deprived him of it. Removed all the ghost lines on his body.
That feeling is very strange, like a person
Jumped into the water, but at the moment of entering the water, the body and soul were separated. The body floated on the water, but the soul plunged into the deep water.
'I'm in the black box now, right? The black box has many layers, and the layers are opened up to finally see the secrets inside. Han Fei feels that he is in a certain layer of the black box.
He looked very cautiously into the hotel, there was nothing special about this dilapidated building.
Next to the main entrance is a hall for passengers to rest. At the corner of the hall is a passage leading to the backyard and a wooden staircase to the second floor. Everything is very ordinary, what is not ordinary is the travelers gathered in the hotel at this time. Hearing the sound from the door, there were several eyes in the house looking at Han Fei. In addition to Han Fei, many people in this hotel had already arrived in advance.
Glancing at the silhouettes, Han Fei's gaze finally stopped on the sofa in the hall. A handsome young man who looked exactly like him squatted beside the sofa, taking care of the unconscious woman on the sofa.
The quiet young man who looked like him was laughing wildly, and the comatose woman wearing glasses on the sofa was Li Guoer.
The wild laughter that took away Han Fei's face, carried Li Guoer to the hotel, he wanted to completely replace Han Fei and get everything that Han Fei had.
Aware of Han Fei's gaze, he smiled politely at him, as if it was the first time they met.
Except for the wild laughter, everyone in the hall looked serious, and the air in the room was dull, as if something terrible had happened not long ago.
"You find a seat first." The man standing in the center of the hall motioned for Han Fei to come over. He was wearing a policeman's clothes, tall and burly, with Zhou Zheng facial features, and looked upright. On the wooden chair next to the police officer, a middle-aged man who was seriously injured was tied up. The man was wearing a blood-stained shirt. He only had one arm, and there were large bruises on his face and neck.
"One-armed, heavy"
Han Fei thought of a person, but he did not speak, but walked to the corner of the hall and sat on a wooden chair.
"Should there be no other tourists?" The police officer glanced at the crowd. After a pause, he lifted the black cloth on the dining table in the hall: "In other words, the murderer is among us."
The smell of blood poured into the nostrils. There was a male corpse hidden under the black cloth on the dining table. Next to the skull of the deceased, there was a black box.
"How long have you been trapped here? Don't you know that the outside world is in complete chaos? Our top priority is to find a way to leave, not to continue to struggle internally." The man who spoke also seemed to have entered the paradise to play. Tourist, he came here by accident and couldn't find his way out.
"You're defending the murderer by saying that
?" The policeman stared at the man: "Or are you willing to live with the murderer? You are not afraid of him continuing
Committed crimes, taking you as his next target?"
No one in the hall refuted any more. The police officers were very satisfied with everyone's cooperation: everyone told your names, occupations, where you went and what you did last night.
The hotel was dead silent. After a long time, the eldest old man coughed twice. He was in poor health and could not maintain a sitting position for a long time: "Let me say it first, I am the owner of this hotel, a- I have been running this store. But I have severe amnesia, and I have forgotten when I opened the store here. I remember that I was here before the park was built." He moved with some effort. Body: "Last night, I boiled hot water and put it in the hall, but I didn't see any suspicious people. It's even less likely that I am the murderer. Even if I want to kill, I don't have the ability.
When the innkeeper coughed, a young man wearing a grimace mask next to him quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to him.
"Xiao Fu is the only waiter in the store and also my grandson. I will leave the store to him in the future, and he has no reason to commit murder." The boss is very protective of the young waiter next to him.
When several people were talking, Han Fei's eyes stayed on the waiter for a while, and the other party gave him a very similar feeling to F.
The policeman nodded and looked at the only sober woman in the hall: "You are also a tourist
Are you?"
The woman looked very tired, but her eyes were very firm: "I am not a tourist, I entered the maze to find my child, his name is Fu Sheng, and I want to take him home.
Hearing the woman's voice, Han Fei looked away. Even if he had master acting skills, he was worried that he would be unable to control his emotions and reveal his flaws.
The only sane woman in the hotel was the wife, who got here step by step without a map or guide.
"Don't ask me to urge me, you can talk down in order, and don't try to fool anyone." The policeman did not embarrass the woman and looked at the next person.
"I'm a magician in the paradise. I escaped and came in. It's already messed up outside." Sitting next to the woman is a very good-looking man, his voice is neutral, and he wears a mask on each finger. Ring, and there are many dolls hanging on him.
"I also escaped to avoid those lunatics." The middle-aged man who had previously refuted the police officer said: "You can call me a screenwriter, I came to the paradise to find inspiration, but I didn't expect that there would be so many inspirations. To the point of bursting brains."
"Screenwriter?" Han Fei's eyes stayed on the middle-aged man for a while. His backpack was full of scripts, but it was a pity that the backpack had long been lost.
After the middle-aged screenwriter finished speaking, the room fell silent again, and everyone looked behind the middle-aged screenwriter.
Sit in the corner of the hall - a filthy little girl, huddled in horror, she seems to be a mute with some mental problems.
"This little girl can never be a murderer
Right?" The middle-aged screenwriter picked up the water glass on the coffee table: "But she might be an eyewitness, because she saw the murderer
That's why she was too scared to speak. "'Next."
"It's my time?" The young man with the exact same face as Han Fei stood up. He was gentle, quiet and restrained: "My name is Han Fei, and I'm an actor."
After he said the name, everyone in the hotel stared at him, but everyone looked at him differently. "What is your relationship with this woman? Why have you been taking care of her?"
"She is my subordinate and friend. Without her help, I wouldn't be able to come here alive, so I won't leave her behind no matter what." He laughed and said what Han Fei would say. The voice is also the same as Han Fei~IndoMTL.com~ You are quite affectionate. The policeman pulled up the hemp rope and pressed the man with only one arm to the table: "I am a criminal policeman. I followed the fugitive into the paradise, and finally captured him successfully. This guy is the fugitive."
The middle-aged man who fell on the table was very weak. He looked at the police officer with remorse and pain in his eyes. When the police officer finished speaking, he shouted with all his strength: "Don't believe him! I am The policeman chasing the criminal, this 'person' is the fugitive! No matter how the middle-aged man shouted, no one around was willing to speak, and the policeman looked at him silently, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. 'There is still one last person left." The police officer ignored the one-armed fugitive. He and everyone looked at Han Fei, who was wearing a mask: "What's your name?
The blood scab under "I" Han Fei's mask has not yet solidified. He knew that the maniac was staring at him. After a while, he said slowly in a hoarse voice: "My name is Fu Yi." He almost heard this At the moment of her name, the eyes of the only sober woman changed, her gaze wandered between mad laughter and Han Fei, and finally fell on Han Fei.
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