My Iyashikei Game Chapter 492: Clear the level!
A ferocious cat-faced ghost appeared behind Han Fei, constantly transforming the yin energy in the black snake into Han Fei's power.
In the memory world, due to the absence of the black snake, the ghost pattern could not exert its true power at all, and Han Fei had never tried how much damage he could do to the ghosts in the deep world by going all out.
"Death!"
The knife in his hand was pushed to the limit, and Han Fei and his arms grabbed the handle of the knife. The dazzling light instantly cut through the dark curtain on the top of the hotel, leaving a huge gap nearly three meters long.
Screams sounded from all directions in an instant, and the piercing female voice almost pierced everyone's eardrums.
As the shady scene was torn apart, there were also countless lifelines connected to the shady scene. The lifelines that emerged from the man's wounds were cut off one by one, and a black rain fell in the sky. As for those lifelines The remaining humanity is absorbed by the sword of death.
"This voice is the same as the female voice on the room service call before, it's her again!"
The ropes of life were all cut off, and the man who looked like a marionette fell to the ground with injuries all over his body. Looking at Xu Qin's shoes, he kept begging her: "Kill me, please!" Kill me! Kill me!"
Xu Qin raised her shoe, and was about to crush the man's heart with one foot, when suddenly there was another crazy laugh from the shady scene above her head.
Slowly, the shady curtain on the top of the art exhibition completely slipped down, and everyone was surprised to see that there were photos pasted behind the shady curtain.
There are women's and men's pictures, some of them were taken during their lifetime, but most of them are about their appearance after death.
Aunt Li and Liulimao were sitting on the ground, and they didn't dare to look up. This is a kind of torture for ordinary people, and they can't bear such a scene in their hearts.
With a retching sound, Tetsuo sat down on the freezer.
Yantang was also pale, but what he was more curious about was why Han Fei didn't respond at all?
If the mask covered his face, why did his eyes remain so calm, like a deep pool in the mountains, without even a single ripple.
"Brother Youfu, aren't you afraid?"
"My house also has a similar wall." Han Fei said that he usually analyzed the case on the wall, which was covered with photos of the victims, but after hearing his answer, the hearts of several players jumped .
In the deep world, Han Fei has seen too many photos of the victims, and he has seen all kinds of death photos, so not only is he not afraid at this time, he also opened his eyes wide to observe each photo .
I don't know if the ability brought out from the memory world has not disappeared, or because of the influence of personality fragments, Han Fei feels that his left eye often finds something special.
Just like now, when a woman's laughter came, Han Fei was very keen to see that some of the portraits in the photos were smiling.
The women in those photos look very similar, but I can only say that they are very similar. Looking from left to right, the appearance of the woman has changed from ordinary to more beautiful, and in the end it is almost unique the point.
She has a beauty that ordinary people envy, but at this time she smiles as if she is crying, her eyes are full of resentment, and her lips are covered with blood.
"Why do I think she looks familiar, like a former singer? But why is she the only one smiling?" Han Fei pulled Yantang to his side: "After you arrived at this hotel last night, did you receive room service? Phone?"
"The phone in the guest room rang seven times, and it was Shen Luo who answered it." Yantang didn't know what Han Fei wanted to say.
"Can you see the biggest photos on the top? All the dead people in the photos have hideous faces, but this woman is the only one smiling." Han Fei's time in the hotel was too short, and there were still many rooms that he hadn't checked. Now It must be too late to check, so he thought of Yantang.
Although this player's luck is very low, but he has an extremely rare b-level talent and an initial brain power of up to nine points, maybe he will find some clues.
"The smiling woman..." After Yantang looked at it for a while, his eyes suddenly widened: "I've seen her before!"
"Where did you meet?"
"The hotel staff lounge! Whether it's the staff's room or the boss's private room, there are all her artistic photos hanging in it!" Yantang remembered something: "When I first entered the hotel last night, I I went directly to the monitoring room, but I didn’t expect that there would be a picture of this woman hanging in the place where the security guard slept. At that time, I felt that something was wrong! Another point! We saw a lot of murderers in the hotel last night, and some of them were hotel cleaners , some are hotel security guards, some are front desk attendants, everyone looks different, but their voices are all a woman's voice!"
Yantang pointed to the photo above his head, and then pulled Liulimao to his side: "Brother Youfu, Liulimao knows something about that woman."
The timid Liuli Mao was clutching her arm, her face was bloodless, and she was so frightened that she had no strength: "The woman in the photo is a singer. She is not famous, but her voice is very beautiful. She is also very talented. She was picked up by a company when she was very young. The company appreciated her voice and talent, but thought her appearance was really ordinary, so she was asked to write songs for another female singer. "
"Of course the woman is not reconciled to this. She wants to release her own song, but her own song can't be popular. In fact, the company is playing tricks, and it doesn't promote it at all. It just wants to squeeze her with the lowest price. "
"The singer was still very young at that time, and she later posted singing videos on the Internet, but there were always a lot of trolls attacking her appearance, talking about her family, and fabricating all kinds of rumors. "
"After that, she disappeared without a trace. No one knew where she went. The songs she left behind suddenly became popular after many years, but no one was able to find the singer again." Liu Limao Han Fei was a little surprised to say everything he knew.
"What's the name of that female singer? How do you know these things?" Han Fei stared at Liulimao, as if trying to see through the other person's heart.
"She is not a professional singer, and no one knows her real name. Everyone only knows that her screen name is Liuli. Her voice is very beautiful. Her voice seems to have been kissed by an angel, but her songs are always the same. The first song is hopeless, like a lost bird, looking at the wilderness, and then plucking out its feathers one by one." Liuli Mao put his hands on his chest: "I am also a music student, and some of my The experience is similar to her, although she is not very famous, but she is the best singer in my heart."
"Why does a singer appear here? Why does he hate the hotel owner so much?" Yantang desperately thought about the connection. As a player in the shallow world, he might not be used to the way of thinking in the underworld.
When he frowned and pondered, Han Fei already had an answer: "Aunt Li said just now that the hotel only accepts guests from that plastic surgery hospital. The female singer must come here for plastic surgery. In these photos, she She is getting more and more beautiful, and her smile is getting more and more sad and painful. It seems that she also lost something when she became beautiful. Judging from her constant torture of the hotel owner, it must be the first owner of the hotel who killed her, and Still use the cruelest way."
Han Fei grabbed Yantang: "You just said that there are pictures of women hanging in the hotel owner's private room?"
"Yes." Yantang's eyes also brightened, and he felt that he was about to learn from Han Fei's thinking angle.
"Take me there right away!" Han Fei picked up Yantang Tienan and started running out of the hall.
Xu Qin, who was hesitating whether to kill the hotel owner, saw Han Fei leaving, grabbed the altar and threw it over.
Catching the altar, Han Fei and Yantang came to the ninth floor together.
Although the ninth floor is also full of guest rooms, tourists are not allowed to enter here, and the electronic lock on the door is also different from the downstairs floors.
"Here it is!"
Kicking open the door of the innermost room on the ninth floor, Han Fei felt a coolness coming from the ring, and he drew his knife and walked into the room slowly.
The owner of the hotel transformed the ninth floor into a special guest room, which looks no different from an ordinary guest room from the outside, but in fact there is a secret door hidden in the room.
All the rooms on the ninth floor are interconnected, and there are a large number of hidden compartments. Those hidden compartments are filled with torture tools.
"According to my speculation, the hotel owner should lure the prey to the ninth floor, and then take the opportunity to kill the victim."
Yantang led Han Fei into the master bedroom. There was a photo of Liuli hanging on the huge single bed. In the photo, she still showed a sad smile.
Stepping on the bedside table, Han Fei was about to take down the photo when Yantang suddenly stopped him.
"We also wanted to take photos last time, but as long as we touch the photos, we will attract all kinds of things."
"It's okay." Han Fei took off the photo with both hands. The photo looked light, but it was actually as heavy as an adult.
The back of the photo is covered with sticky blood and black hair, and there is another photo pasted behind the normal photo frame.
The blood-stained photo in the back shows an ordinary-looking woman, blindfolded and bound to a chair, who seems to be singing.
In front of her was the operating table, and a man was making a so-called "work of art" with his back to her.
Blood spattered on the woman's face, she was terrified to death, but she still didn't seem to dare to stop singing.
"This should be the truth."
Boom!
The woman's photo frame fell to the ground. When Han Fei went to help the photo frame, he found that there was blood oozing from under the bed.
He lifted the entire bed board, and saw that someone had left lines of shocking words with blood under the bed.
"On November 9th, the hospital told me that I was not eligible, but the male owner of the hotel felt that my talent should not be buried. I thought I had met a noble person and was very happy, so I followed his instructions. request, and decided to wait one more night in the hotel, and he promised me that he would go and convince the doctors in the hospital.”
"On November 10th, at one o'clock in the morning, the phone in the guest room rang suddenly, asking if I needed room service, I hung up the phone politely, but the other party called again after a while, and I I was a little angry and said a few more words to them. I thought they would let it go, but who knows, they called again after a while."
"I was very annoyed and unplugged the phone line. I played with the phone for a while and fell asleep soon."
"I don't know how long it has been, but I always feel something around me, I suddenly opened my eyes, and suddenly I found that all the lights in my room were turned off!"
"I clearly remember that I turned it on when I was sleeping. At that time, I was terrified and went to get my mobile phone, but at this moment I suddenly heard a man's voice ringing in my ear."
"Do you want room service?"
Haven't finished watching Han Fei, when the phone in the guest room rang suddenly, startling both him and Yantang.
"Brother Youfu, should we take it?" Yantang was still young, and this withdrawn and cold student was so well-behaved in front of Han Fei that he didn't seem to be the same person.
"Why didn't you answer?" Han Fei picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
There was a creaking voice on the phone, and not long after, a woman seemed to lie next to Han Fei's ear and said, "Do you need room service?"
With a knife and slashing to his left, Han Fei seemed to have guessed that the other party would attack him in advance.
A black life rope was cut directly, but it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and the whole room began to change.
Women's crazy laughter came out of the microphone, TV sets, mirrors, photos, windows, at a glance, almost everywhere there was a woman slowly revealing half of her face dripping with blood and tears.
She repeated the question whether she needs room service over and over again, and her distorted body slowly approached.
This scene scared Yantang to the point of collapse, no matter how calm a person sees such a scene, he will lose his mind
"Don't be afraid, she's already surrounded by us." Han Fei put his hand on Yantang's shoulder and pulled him behind him.
"Brother, are you crazy?" Yantang gripped Han Fei's sleeve tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably, and he could no longer keep calm.
"You are very talented and have a high initial brain power, but your perspective on things is too self-centered. Follow me in the future, and I will change your life." Han Fei opened the spiritual altar in his hand , The shadows in the entire room seemed to have life, and ghosts walked out of it.
Han Fei blocked Yantang's view, turned his head and continued to look at the **** text on the back of the bed.
"On November 11th, the owner of the shopping mall took me to the art exhibition on the tenth floor in the middle of the night last night, and told me how much he loves art. He called his work a feast for the human body. That Madman used to be a doctor in a plastic surgery hospital, he used the human body as a sculpture material, and gradually became addicted, he needs more wild and free creation.”
"The stereotyped beauty is no longer his pursuit, but he can't use the knife on the customer's face at will, so he has other people's ideas."
"The tenth and eleventh floors are art exhibitions, his paintings are exhibited during the day, and his sculptures are exhibited at night."
"That devil is right. He really values my talent and doesn't want my talent to be buried, so he wants to make me his music box and make me a part of his art."
"On December 30th, I had the most beautiful voice in the world, and I also had the most beautiful cheeks in the world, but I lost everything except them."
"Every night that devil would compose in my desperate singing, I was forced to watch him do those crazy moves, and I knew I had become a monster too."
"I lost the emotion of being a human being in my heart, and suddenly I couldn't sing the songs I once loved so much."
"The throat once kissed by an angel is now locked by the devil."
"Desperation turned to numbness, I bit off my tongue like a bird in a cage."
Han Fei had finished reading the blood on the bed, and all the phantoms in the hotel room had been wiped out by the neighbors. When Yantang came back to his senses, there was only a mess left in the room.
When the last phantom was scattered, the woman's photo and photo frame shattered into several pieces, with bright red blood flowing out of it, and a faint singing voice came from it.
"Let's go, let's destroy all her photo frames!" Han Fei was always reasonable, but he was afraid that the other party would be unreasonable, so he wanted to weaken the other party's strength as much as possible.
"This large-scale grievance is really difficult to deal with."
Holding the altar, under the leadership of Yan Tang, Han Fei pierced all the photo frames in the staff lounge and work room with the death knife.
Blood will flow out of every photo frame, and the expression of the woman in the photo frame will return to normal, and she will no longer show that sad and painful smile.
The big grievance didn't take Yantang and the others to heart at first, and gave them the opportunity to run around. It happened that Yantang was careful, which allowed Han Fei to destroy all the photo frames in the shortest time.
When the last photo frame of the woman was destroyed, a woman's piercing laughter came from the roof.
If you distinguish carefully, you can also find that there is a faint singing voice in the laughter.
"Go back to the tenth floor!"
Running towards the tenth floor, Han Fei opened the way with a death knife in his hand. Ordinary regrets couldn't stop him at all.
Kicking open the gate, in the art exhibition hall on the tenth floor, a large number of life ropes hang down from the photos, hooking up with the corpses in the freezer to besiege Xu Qin.
"Photos! Destroy those photos at the top!" Han Fei shouted loudly, and the neighbors in the spiritual altar acted at the same time, and it was difficult for the already weakened woman to resist.
One photo after another was pierced, and when Han Fei was about to chop up the last photo, all the life ropes left on the roof wrapped around that photo and slammed into Liulimao.
Liu Limao, who can only sing and dance, has almost no combat power, and she never thought that she would meet her idol in this way for the first time.
The black rope of life is like a hook for chasing souls. Once touched, it will penetrate into people's souls and memories. The woman has gone completely crazy. Her delicate face in the photo has been torn apart. After opening the mouth, there are only countless bloodshots left.
"I've always wanted to see you..."
It was too late to dodge, and Liulimao didn't seem to think about dodging at all. She clasped her hands together and hummed a special melody.
There are no lyrics, but the melody seems to completely jump above the hearts of the people. It is extremely moving, but extremely sad.
"The desperation you experienced in the past is repeating itself on me, I can't hold it anymore." Tiny cracks appeared on the surface of Liulimao's skin, she didn't seem to care about life and death, she just wanted to hum that song It seemed to be her last wish.
Hearing the familiar melody, a trace of pain appeared in the eyes of the woman in the photo. She struggled a bit, but she didn't stop in the end.
The photo of life rope entangled hit Liuli Mao, but Liuli Mao's coat suddenly opened its eyes.
The empty eyes seemed to come from under the abyss. A little girl holding a fish tank silently stared at the woman in the photo.
The crying gradually suppressed all voices, and a bright knife smashed all the photos and lifelines from behind.
On the small stage sat a tongueless woman, her hands and feet were chained to a chair, and a golden music box was placed in front of her.
In the music box that looks like a golden birdcage, there is half a tongue full of endless resentment and curses.
"Attention players numbered 0000! You have successfully completed the super mission - special room service! Add three skill points! Gain super skills - art appreciation."
The icy chill dissipated as the photos scattered.
As if the invisible tulle in the air was torn apart, the oppressive feeling slowly disappeared, and Han Fei and the others broke the ghost wall.
The art exhibition hall on the tenth floor has also changed. The freezers full of the exhibition hall have become paintings. The only thing that remains unchanged is the stage in the center of the exhibition hall.
"Art Appreciation Level: You have special requirements for artworks, and you also have special aesthetics ~IndoMTL.com~ You can easily see the flaws of artworks, and this ability can be used five times per night."
Hearing that the system was improved, Han Fei didn't care at first, and he was not interested in life skills such as art appreciation, but who knew that when he looked at Yantang beside him, the system would prompt him whether to use art appreciation ability .
After confirming the use of this ability, Han Fei actually saw the weakest point of protection on Yantang's body, he saw the "flaw" on a living person!
"Does this art appreciation treat people and ghosts as works of art?" Han Fei tried again while crying, and sure enough, this art appreciation ability can help him find the enemy's flaws, allowing him to Concentrate on attacking your opponent's weak points.
"Body art is indeed art."
Han Fei used it on the woman on the stage again, this time he saw a **** lifeline hidden behind the woman, and the half of the tongue in the music box.
Exchanging glances with Xu Qin, Han Fei and a group of neighbors surrounded him.
Breaking the ghost and hitting the wall has consumed a lot of Yin energy of the opponent, now is the best time to do it.
Take out the Rebirth Knife, and just as Han Fei was about to move forward, a familiar melody suddenly sounded in the dead art exhibition hall on the tenth floor.
The song Liulimao hummed just now sounded again, but this time the song came from the music box.
Han Fei and his neighbors thought that the woman was going to resist, but who would have thought that the woman slowly opened her eyes and looked at Liulimao.
Shaking the chains on her body, her body began to move a little bit. She wanted to stand up, but her rotting body was trapped on the chair, and her soul was pierced by the life rope behind her.
A woman is the core of the whole building. Her resentment wraps the building and can control everything in the building, but she is also forever trapped in the place she most wants to escape.