My Iyashikei Game Chapter 751: Dead Mirror
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The wine glass fell to the ground, and the bright red wine flowed like blood on the stage.
In the depressing hall, the butcher who called himself Dawn, clenched his sharp knife and walked towards the woman wearing the mask of death.
The eerie death and the butcher of the dawn exude a different kind of beauty.
The **** of death wants to stab the needles into the necks of the innocent, the butcher stands in front of the innocent, and he wants to **** people from the **** of death.
The dim light flickered. At the moment when the light dimmed, Han Fei charged forward with a knife. His speed was so fast that the audience under the stage could only see something flashing past.
"Bah!"
The collision of the blades made a crisp sound, and Han Fei's eyes flashed a hint of surprise. He knew the danger of the other party, so he did not hold back.
But what he didn't expect was that the weak-looking woman actually caught his knife.
Compared to Han Fei, the Death God woman was even more surprised. Her wrist holding the knife was slightly numb, as if she was about to lose consciousness.
"You want to complete your own work, but why are you not someone else's work?" Han Fei waved his knife continuously: "Those who like to kill should be ready to be killed at any time. If there is none, the hand holding the knife will be shaken."
The strength of the God of Death woman is not as strong as that of Han Fei, but she is much stronger than that of ordinary adults, and her speed is very fast, and her sensitivity is not like a person.
The more fighting, the more strange Han Fei felt. He thought he could quickly get rid of the members of this club, but he didn't expect that the first person he met would be so powerful.
The two fought on stage, and the audience offstage watched with relish. They didn't care who killed whom, all they wanted to see was the killing process.
The pair of men and women were very excited when they saw Han Fei and the woman of death fighting, and they also got into a fight.
The world of these lunatics is difficult for ordinary people to understand. For example, Shen Luo, who is shrinking in his position at this time, always feels that he is out of tune with this place.
The woman of the **** of death blocked Han Fei's ten attacks in a row. When Han Fei was about to swing the eleventh knife, the woman gave up her resistance and fled backwards.
She is familiar with all the arrangements in this hall, and in the process of setting the knife, she quietly moved to the position of the secret door.
"Want to run?"
Han Fei had already understood the other party's thoughts. He aimed at the woman's neck and slashed it directly. If the other party forcibly tried to escape, it would definitely be the end of a corpse separation.
The blade fell, and the woman's neck was bent into a strange angle. She just avoided Han Fei's blade, turned over and jumped into the secret door, disappearing into the darkness.
However, Han Fei's knife was not completely useless. His knife cut through the mask of death on the woman's face and saw the other side's face.
Somewhat familiar, the other person seems to be the kind of big man who often appears on TV.
"I remember you."
The secret door was pitch black, exuding a strange medicinal and stench, and Han Fei didn't dare to chase after him.
He holds the knife and turns to look down the stage.
"One ran away, but that's okay, there are others."
The man and woman saw that Han Fei set their eyes on them, and took out various things from the package with a strange smile. They can't kill each other, otherwise they will be targeted by all members of the club, thinking that you are a newcomer, this time forget it."
"Why forget it? I also want to make him a waiter, wrap him in a leather coat, and sew the beautiful clothes to his skin." The woman patted the man's arm, and said with some dissatisfaction .
"Senior members can't kill each other? With such a rule, do you still deserve to be called a killing club? You are blaspheming death, and no one can deprive each other of the right to die." Han Fei stepped on The bright red wine walked towards the two of them: "I'm here to help you cleanse your filth and send you to where you should go."
Walking faster and faster, by the time the two people reacted, Han Fei had already narrowed the distance.
The strength of this man and woman is very different from the woman wearing the mask of death. They are only a little stronger than ordinary people.
"Stop!" After Han Fei abolished the man and woman, the parrot man came late, followed by three waiters: "The first time you come here, you dare to break the rules, you two don't come tonight. Gone!"
"I didn't do anything..." Shen Luo sat on the spot and muttered softly.
"You can kill unscrupulously in order to complete your own works, can't I start killing for the sake of completing my works? After confirming that the pair of men and women could not fight back, they directly took the knife and walked towards the parrot man.
"You still want to kill us?" The parrot man's voice became more shrill, and he had rarely seen people as crazy as Han Fei.
"The name of my work is "The Butcher at Dawn". If I only kill one person, can that be called a butcher?" Han Fei smiled and rushed towards the parrot man: "I will use your corpses to build a bridge, Let me walk through the darkness and see the dawn."
No more nonsense, Han Fei used the fastest speed to close the distance, his combat instinct and actual combat ability are enough to crush anyone, which is trained by hundreds of life and death fights.
"I've seen a lot of people like you." The parrot man took out a stun gun from his waist, but what he didn't know was that Han Fei had seen him through the first time they met.
The short knife was thrown with great force, piercing the parrot man's palm.
Han Fei kicked the waiter and blocked another waiter in front of him.
He held this meat shield and charged forward, interpreting the violence to the fullest.
Han Fei seldom fights protracted battles, and all actions are aimed at one-shot fatality. Li Xue instilled this concept when she taught Han Fei, and she probably did not expect Han Fei to be able to bring this concept to the extreme.
"What the hell?" Shen Luo, who was watching the battle next to him, was stunned. He couldn't have imagined that Han Fei, who was looking at the gentleman, would fight so fiercely.
This can't even be described as violent, just brutal.
The perverted murderer who is invincible and feared to him is like a toy in Han Fei's hands. Every step of the opponent's reaction is in his expectation. It feels like the victory or defeat before the fight It is already doomed.
Wiping off the blood on his hands, Han Fei became the only person standing in the hall.
"You, did you kill them?" Shen Luo was trembling and asked stammeringly.
"If I kill them, how is it different from them?" Han Fei began to search his body, as if he were touching a corpse in the deep world, his movements were extremely professional.
"You are indeed much scarier than them." Shen Luo wanted to stand up, but his legs were numb.
"You take this stun gun for self-defense, don't touch other things." Han Fei pulled Shen Luo from his seat and handed the parrot man's stun gun to Shen Luo: "The police should be coming soon, Let's use this time to look around."
Han Fei took Shen Luo out of Hall 1, and they walked towards the depths of the corridor.
The basement of this hotel was originally a private wine cellar, which was later emptied and turned into one of the strongholds of the Killing Club. There are two halls, a preparation room and a monitoring room in the basement.
Club members will communicate with each other through some special means to determine the location of the exhibit and then announce that evening.
The location of their activities is different each time. They are all over the outer suburbs. If they want to really destroy this club, I am afraid they have to break into their interior and get in touch with their high-level officials.
Crossing through the two **** halls, Han Fei entered the preparation room, where various costumes and props were placed, almost like an ancient execution room.
All the "works" will be temporarily placed here before they are exhibited on stage, so the "smell" in this house is very strong.
"Han Fei, why don't we wait until the police arrive before continuing the search."
Shen Luo covered his mouth and nose, he couldn't stand the atmosphere here.
"I seem to have missed something, why is this room weird." Han Fei walked to the middle of the room and looked at the table used to display the murderer's works.
The wall directly opposite this table is covered with all kinds of masks, from animals to ghosts.
Han Fei tried to buckle the wall. He found that the so-called wall was actually a special piece of cloth on which all masks were hung.
Removing the cloth of the same color as the wall, a mirror appeared in front of Han Fei.
All works to be exhibited on stage must first be placed in front of this mirror.
"This mirror is so scary!"
Shen Luo and Han Fei saw the mirror at the same time. The two people in the mirror looked different from the real ones. There was a huge colorful butterfly on Shen Luo's face, which was very scary; Han Fei was even more terrifying. , behind him in the mirror stood a **** corpse, and the two were back to back wherever they went.
Happiness comes from a comparison. Originally, when Shen Luo saw himself in the mirror, he desperately scratched his face, which made him very uncomfortable, but when he saw Han Fei's appearance in the mirror, his inner discomfort seemed to disappear.
"Han Fei, why are we in this mirror different from the reality?"
"It can illuminate us in another world." Han Fei walked to the mirror: "Someone is using the mirror to make sacrifices, which is related to the ghosts living in the deep."
Death Club was marked on the deep world map that Du Jing showed. In reality, these things began to appear in the outer suburbs of Xinhu a long time ago.
With the ability of hatred, even a butterfly cannot affect reality on such a large scale, and the butterfly itself is already the top hatred.
Thinking of this, Han Fei had four words in his mind - unspeakable.
"You wait here." Han Fei went back to Hall 1 and grabbed the parrot man. He kept asking questions, and the other party finally spoke.
There is one such mirror in all of the Death Club's strongholds, they call it the Death Mirror, through which people can see the depths of their souls.
This mirror is the biggest secret of every stronghold of the Death Club, and not everyone is qualified to see it.
According to the parrot man ~IndoMTL.com~ members of the death club are divided into five categories, one is the members to be observed such as artists and barbecue shop owners, after they have completed a certain number of works, they will have the opportunity to come Visit at the base.
One level above the WA member is the full member, these people can get a certain score after submitting their work, and they can exchange the score for something.
Further up is the Premium Membership, only Premium Members are eligible for where and when the exhibition will be held, and their work will have the opportunity to be featured on stage.
The organizers of each stronghold are at the same level as the senior members, and only at their level are they qualified to know the existence of the Dead Mirror.
Above them are the core members of the club. These core members, Parrot Men, have only met once. They have the right to rate each work. It is also up to them to decide whether a new person is eligible to become a member.
And above the core members, there is another level, the parrot man only knows the existence of this level, but he doesn't know how to call each other, because he has never seen it before.
In the process of talking with the parrot man, Han Fei discovered another problem. After seeing the appearance of Han Fei and Shen Luo in the death mirror, the other party's attitude changed fundamentally. Fei and Shen Luo were regarded as "the same kind".