My Iyashikei Game Chapter 523: Bloody night again

"Innocence is the last thing the deep world needs, so that hatred keeps you here."

"The orphanage on the ground is full of stench and resentment, all the children are malicious, the nurses are monsters with expressionless faces, the house is full of garbage, and everyone plays killing games every day; but the underground is like a paradise , all the normal and beautiful things in memory are hidden here, surrounding you."

"You should be his sustenance."

Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him. At this moment, he thought of himself. The blood-red memory was imprisoned in the orphanage deep in his mind. Everything he could recall was normal.

"All the good things?" The boy's voice came from the white house, and he didn't agree with Han Fei's opinion: "If you are the only one left in your world, even if there are beautiful things around you, But will you really feel happy?"

Han Fei felt that the boy's words were referring to him. He compared his heart with his heart. Han Fei himself was in the same situation as the little boy now.

The childhood memories in his mind are not good, but they are not bad either, but in order to find the truth, he still chooses to move towards the darkness.

False beauty is nothing but illusion after all, just like those paintings on the walls of the orphanage, although they look beautiful, they are just deceiving themselves.

"I can probably understand what you're thinking." Han Fei squatted in front of the white house: "You hope that someone can find you, and now I have found you; you hope that you can see the real world outside, and so can I." Help you. I do this more to tell you that we are not enemies, in a sense, we should be best friends."

The child in the white house didn't reply for a long time, he seemed to be thinking about what Han Fei said.

"People who were supposed to have a happy childhood life are gradually distorted and autistic under their so-called 'cultivation'. You will become what you are now, staying alone in a white house because of them." Han Fei knew After Xiao Baixie was a child in an orphanage, his hostility towards this child became less severe. Of course, the main reason was that he couldn't beat the three hatreds of the plastic surgery hospital together, so he wanted to divide his opponents.

"My tragedy is because of them?"

"Yes, come out, don't lock yourself in the canvas anymore, there are real scenery in the outside world, I can take you to see it together." Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him, he didn't know what the boy said. He only knew that he didn't lie to the boy in front of him. If the other party was willing to come out of the enclosure, then he would be happy to take the boy to find the real light in the dark night.

The boy didn't reply, and a long time passed, until a crack suddenly appeared on the wall, and the screams of ten fingers could be heard clearly in the room, then the boy made his own decision.

"This orphanage is my last support. If I leave here, all the darkness will pour into my body, and no false thoughts can blind my eyes. I will see the most real and terrifying things in this world." On the one hand..." The boy's voice was trembling: "Do you want to leave here?"

"Would you like to be imprisoned in an artificial paradise, or would you like to break free, come with me to see what lies at the end of hell. I can't guarantee that you will be saved, but I know you will stay here forever There is no way to get salvation." Han Fei kept persuading, and when he was talking to the boy, the white wall began to peel off, and the building shook a few times.

The ten fingers trapped in the painting seemed to start to resist wildly again.

"After I saw you, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I should be you." The boy's voice changed slightly from before, as if he had finally made up his mind: "There is only one way to get out of here , that is to kill everyone except me. Every child, every teacher, and every life here are part of me. They are all my distracting thoughts. Everyone has a common number——024 .Only by killing them all, all my consciousness will return to my body, and I will have the possibility to leave this orphanage.”

"You can leave after killing everyone?" Han Fei froze for a moment.

"I'm the only one in this underground, they are just my thoughts escaping. This is the only way, because I know a person who did just that, and he disappeared into the blood-red night later." The boy The voice was innocent and innocent: "Do you think it is cruel? But some of those distracting thoughts merged with malice and became monsters who only knew how to kill, and some were polluted by hatred and turned into vicious lunatics. If they are left alone, then they will Kill more people."

"I don't think it's cruel, I just think these things..." As long as Han Fei thinks about these things, the memory in his mind will be slightly stained red.

He seems to have made such a decision before, the person who disappeared in the **** night in the little boy's mouth seems to be referring to him.

Just listening to the boy say these things, Han Fei's heart could no longer be calm, and wild laughter would appear in his ears from time to time, and the blood-red memory fragments were slowly prying the entire ocean of memories.

"Didn't you tell me to choose to leave?" Hearing the boy's retort, Han Fei fell silent.

He looked at the white house in front of him, at the pure white walls and clean and tidy buildings around him, as if he had returned to a long time ago. He seemed to be looking at his childhood self from the perspective of a bystander.

"What are you going to do?"

"I will let my mother kill them. When I was imprisoned underground, only my mother was by my side all the time. She is my only relative and will always be the one who loves me." The voice of the boy As soon as he landed, Han Fei heard the creepy sound of skin being pierced.

He turned his head to look, and the tattered puppet tore open its belly, hiding a knife and a pure white heart in a pile of blackened cotton.

It pierced the little boy's chest without any hesitation. The boy was still holding the puppet until the end. When he was killed, there was still a trace of relief on his face: "Mom..."

The blood on the little boy's body fell on the white house, and the first flower of blood bloomed on the pure white house. At the same time, there was a trace of blood on the pure white heart in the puppet's body.

Han Fei was still standing in the room full of rooms, while the puppet ran out with the sharp knife.

Screams rang in my ears one after another, blood flowers appeared on the white house, and the boy seemed to be going to dye the white house red.

All of this was the same as what Han Fei saw in his memory, and the feeling of overlapping memory and reality made him dazed.

The Scarlet Orphanage in the back of his mind was shaking with the No. 024 Orphanage in front of him, and the impact of the wild laughter on Han Fei was getting bigger and bigger.

"This is the **** night?"

Walking out of the room, Han Fei looked around. The originally pure white corridor was already covered with blood stains.

"Don't chase me! You monster! Don't come here!"

Following the puppet forward, Han Fei saw a child in white clothes fall to the ground, and the puppet approached with a sharp knife.

The child crawled on the ground, he grabbed everything around him and threw it at the puppet.

But those things couldn't do any harm to the puppet. The puppet was already scarred and used to all the pain.

"Monster! Go away!"

The boy yelled loudly, with fear on his face, and the sound of monsters came to Han Fei's ears, and to the orphanage that was slowly being dyed red.

"Monster?"

Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed as if the corners of his mouth were about to be torn apart.

With his crazily laughing, the chain of memory binding the Scarlet Orphanage tightened again.

The puppet approached among the monsters, and without the slightest hesitation, it stabbed the sharp knife into the boy's body.

The white coat was dyed red, and the white shoes were soaked in blood. A blood flower bloomed on the white orphanage, like a red Bana flower swaying in the wind.

Passing over the blood stains, the puppet slapped on the door of the entertainment room. It slowly lost patience and smashed the glass on the door with a sharp knife.

With a tattered body wrapped around a heart that was slowly turning red, the puppet crawled into the entertainment room with a knife.

"Don't hurt these kids!"

The childcare worker guarded the two children behind her. She grabbed the wooden horse in the entertainment room and stared at the puppet.

The children were crying, and the nurses were extremely scared.

"Why did you do this! We didn't hurt you! We didn't want to kill you! Many things that happened were accidents, don't be impulsive, don't go any further!"

The nanny's piercing voice overlapped with a voice in Han Fei's mind. It was shrill and crying, mixed with fear.

It's so similar, Han Fei seems to have experienced everything that happened now.

The memory chain in the back of his mind was rattling, and Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage walked forward with the puppet in the entertainment room.

There is no sympathy or pity in their eyes, and the white heart on their chest is slowly being dyed red.

Boom!

Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage reached out and grabbed the gate of the orphanage, and the puppet in the entertainment room raised the sharp knife in his hand.

"Run!"

The childcare worker told the orphans to run quickly. She lifted the toy wooden horse and waved it vigorously towards the puppet.

The sharp knife kept chopping on the Trojan horse's stomach, and the hideous nicks seemed to be printed directly in Han Fei's eyes.

He had these in his memory! In his memory, the stomach of the wooden horse toy in the entertainment room of the orphanage was covered with knife marks!

Sawdust was flying, and the caregiver only lasted for a short while before she was killed by a sharp knife. Her blood flowed onto the wooden horse and seeped into the scars.

Han Fei raised his hand uncontrollably, and he reached for the wooden horse toy, not knowing whether he wanted to stop the puppet from continuing to kill, or to grab the wooden horse that was almost the same as he remembered.

Without exception, all the children who were seen turned into corpses. Those faces came into Han Fei's eyes, his pupils trembled constantly, and the wild laughter in the depths of his mind crashed over and over like waves his sanity.

The first two memories recalled only made Han Fei feel painful, but now these scenes awakened the despair deep in his mind.

All the children and teachers in the orphanage are distracting thoughts of No. 024. If he wants to leave here and regain control of his body, he must kill all distracting thoughts.

"Could it be the same for me back then?"

A person is born with all kinds of emotions, but the maniac who was imprisoned in the Scarlet Orphanage can only laugh. In order to get out of the cage, did he also kill all other emotions?

"My personality tends to be healing. When emotions are destroyed, there is a chance that they will slowly recover. Could it be that the original experiment was to let me kill my emotions over and over again?"

"I lost my smile, but the men in the Scarlet Orphanage can't do anything but laugh. We..." Han Fei wanted to think rationally, but his mind was already occupied by wild laughter.

The figures in the Scarlet Orphanage were clutching at the gate. The scene Han Fei saw seemed to have deeply stimulated him, and he wanted to come out!

Before playing "Perfect Life", Han Fei never imagined that he would encounter such a thing. As the memory in his mind was gradually stained red, his iron will began to waver.

Laughing wildly in his ears, Han Fei even smelled the pungent smell of blood, and every memory in his mind seemed to turn red!

Looking at the corpses on the ground, after every orphan is killed, their faces will become blurred, and the numbers on their clothes will slowly disappear.

Maybe it's an illusion. In Han Fei's eyes, the corpses of those children began to look more and more like him. Affected by the blood-red memory in his mind, Han Fei even felt that it was not No. 024's distracting thoughts that were slaughtered now, but the constant thoughts. his age.

"Help us! We don't want to die! Help us, please?" The last remaining child in the underground orphanage ran up to Han Fei, his face full of terror and tears.

Seeing the helpless and desperate look of the child, Han Fei subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect the child behind him.

There is no reason or reason, he just followed his own nature and wanted to do this, but his arm was only halfway up and couldn't fall anymore.

Maniacal laughter filled his ears, and there was an unspeakable despair in that hysterical laughter, and Han Fei's behavior was also affected.

Suppressing wild laughter, when Han Fei finally caught the orphan, the sharp knife had already penetrated the orphan's body.

Blood flowed from his heart, and the child looked straight at Han Fei. His wide-open eyes were full of Han Fei's most familiar emotion - despair.

This time, Han Fei saw it very clearly. The boy's body temperature was slowly dropping, and his face became more and more like Han Fei's.

The corpse in front of him became a mirror, reflecting Han Fei's forgotten past.

He saw himself killed in the face of the corpse, maybe it was just a distraction, but he did have his own emotions.

The blood splashed onto Han Fei's body. It was warm and viscous, and the flowing blood clearly exuded the breath of life, but whenever he saw it, death would always occur.

Han Fei hugged the corpse unconsciously, and looked around.

The laughter in the Scarlet Orphanage coincided with Han Fei's eyes. When the White Orphanage was completely stained red, they saw the same scene.

Boom!

The flowing blood dripped on the grass, and the blood stains blurred the painted grass.

As the killings continued, more and more cracks appeared on the walls of the orphanage. Ten Fingers, who was locked in the painting, saw an opportunity. The cheeks that were still begging for mercy were stuffed into the black fire of hatred.

"When I get out, you will all die!"

The black fire was burning, and the paintings on the front wall were all distorted. The figure of ten fingers gradually became clear, and he walked out of the paintings step by step.

Murdering intent and hatred are intertwined, ten fingers use black fire to open the way, the paintings around him have completely changed their shape, then every stroke of oil painting has become a thin rope of life, all of them are entangled in the ten fingers body, trying to force the ten fingers back into the painting.

"It will take a long time to get here from the hospital? You have no chance."

Ten Fingers stretched his arms into the black fire, as if he was using himself to support the black fire.

The flame of burning hatred became more intense, and when the flame burned to the extreme, the ten fingers caused the black flame to explode directly!

Desperate, the black fire instantly destroyed the imaginary beauty on the wall, and the underground orphanage also revealed its true appearance.

Cracks spread on the wall, the white wall was stained red, blood stains everywhere, the black fire scattered above the head and the foul-smelling blood kept falling, as if black flowers were withering in the blood rain.

"Blood Night!"

Looking at everything in front of him, Han Fei's mind flashed countless memories that he had never had before, and strange faces emerged one after another, and they died tragically on the spot in various ways.

Han Fei couldn't stand still, and he thought of a sentence with his remaining rationality - only the most desperate people can have a black box.

My mind was completely swallowed by blood red, and the blood red orphanage that had been suppressed in the deepest part of my mind was slowly emerging.

Han Fei's good soul, evil soul, and childhood memories are desperately dragging the three chains. They support Han Fei's own personality. Kindness makes Han Fei understand love and tolerance, and maliciousness makes Han Fei decisive not to be killed. Harm, the only remaining memory of childhood taught Han Fei to strive for happiness and light.

In the past, these three remnants could help Han Fei suppress the wild laughter in the back of his mind, but on this day, when a scene similar to the **** night appeared in front of Han Fei's eyes, the deepest memory in his mind was touched.

The despair that has been avoided by forgetting is pouring out like a flood that has burst a bank.

"Han Fei!"

The spiritual altar was opened, and ghosts surrounded Han Fei. Those cold and terrifying ghosts looked at Han Fei with worry.

"So you guys are here too." Ten Fingers closed his eyes, as if he was sensing his surroundings. After he was sure that there was no other hatred around him, his reopened eyes were full of killing intent.

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible." Li Huo stared at his fingers coldly: "You were seriously injured in the department store, and most of the hatred has dissipated; Being absorbed by the orphanage, plus you forcefully consumed all the black flames of hatred just now in order to leave the oil painting. You who have lost the black flames of hatred are no different from top-level resentment.”

Ten Fingers is in a very bad state now, but hatred is still hatred after all. Li Huan wanted to make Ten Fingers retreat, but he still underestimated Ten Fingers' insidiousness and viciousness.

"You're right, I can't ignite the black fire of hatred for a short time, it's really no different from the more powerful resentment, but even so, I won't have any problem killing you guys." Ten fingers' eyes flashed After a trace of greed, he looked at the paper house that was about to be completely dyed red in the depths of the room: "I will eat you all."

A ferocious smile appeared on his ugly face, the two human faces on Ten Fingers slowly shattered, and two extremely uncoordinated arms grew out of his shoulders.

More terrifying things were yet to come. All the remaining human face marks on Ten Fingers began to melt, and more and more things began to grow on his body.

Those limbs almost wrapped him into a meat ball, which looked extremely weird.

"I will print the faces of you guys on my chest, so that you will never be free forever!"

Ten Finger's body is expanding, and the black fire in his heart has almost been extinguished, but the remaining trace of hatred will still cause great damage to resentment.

No matter how hard the owners of the dead building attack, it is difficult to hurt the vitals of the ten fingers, but as long as they are touched by the ten fingers, a large piece of the soul will be torn off.

What's worse is that the ten fingers have a very strong recovery ability. He put the torn soul fragments directly into his mouth to recover the trauma he suffered.

"Stop him!"

All the neighbors spontaneously protected Han Fei at the back. Li Huan and Kui first used their abilities to affect the ten fingers, but there was a gap between resentment and hatred, and it was difficult for their talents to work on the ten fingers.

"Xu Qin, take Han Fei back first, he's in a very bad state!"

The neighbors almost fought a way for Han Fei with their bodies, but Ten Fingers had already seen that Han Fei was the core, and he had a special hatred for Han Fei.

Whether in the shrine world or in the deep world, Han Fei has sabotaged his good deeds. If only one person can be killed on the spot, Ten Fingers will definitely choose Han Fei.

"Occupying your body, there should be a chance to get back the shrine!" The huge body with ten fingers rushed towards Han Fei. He hid his only remaining hatred in a certain arm. You will be out of your wits directly, and you can't even block a single blow.

Seeing the fingers rushing towards her, Xu Qin pushed Han Fei away, and the most vicious curse poured out from the table knife in her hand.

"Get out of the way!"

The arms on the ten fingers were entangled and grabbed Xu Qin, and the arm full of hatred directly held Xu Qin's table knife.

The curse couldn't hurt Hate immediately, and Xu Qin was knocked to the ground heavily.

The cursed blood made Xu Qin's lips even redder. She stared at Ten Finger's body and stabbed table knives into her body.

"I really want to taste the taste of hatred."

The curse is like the strangest pattern, along the flowing blood, appearing all over Xu Qin's body.

When the last knife pierced through~IndoMTL.com~Xu Qin's sanity was completely swallowed by the curse, and hundreds of different curses were intertwined on her body. At this moment, the ten fingers had to turn back.

"Take Han Fei first!"

Xu Qin's voice sounded in the underground orphanage, and the neighbors' cries continued to reach his ears. Han Fei stood in the blood rain, and the red-stained orphanage was very similar to the **** night in his memory. But there are some differences.

In that desperate night, he was alone and could only hear his own voice.

But on this night, there are still countless people waiting for him.

Maniac laughter sounded in his mind, and the corners of Han Fei's mouth began to rise slowly. He didn't know why he killed before, but now he knew the meaning of his killing very well.

The **** memory was like a wave, constantly engulfing him. He struggled with all his strength, but occasionally when he was awake, he saw Xu Qin whose body was pierced by a table knife. Crying of despair as a weapon.

"That **** night will never happen again."

Under the impact of a lot of **** memories and despair, Han Fei made a choice.

The soul of evil, who was desperately grasping the chain of memory in the depths of his mind, understood, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes full of evil spirits.

"Since everyone is the same, why should the soul be bound?"

Under Han Fei's signal, the soul of evil let go of the hand that held the chain of memory.

The good soul and childhood memories were instantly blown away by the chains, and Han Fei's mind turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Crazy laughter came from Han Fei's mind, and the **** figure standing in the orphanage looked somewhere, and his face gradually became clear.

At the same time, an exaggerated smile appeared on the corner of Han Fei's mouth. When he opened his eyes again, there was no kindness and tenderness, no pain and despair in his eyes.