My Iyashikei Game Chapter 645: The clown’s tip
Chapter 646 The clown's hint
The terrifying clown with a disfigured face stood behind him, but the player didn't notice it at all, and was still staring intently at the huge monster on the roof.
It seemed that only Han Fei could hear what the clown said. His voice sounded directly in Han Fei's heart, and he seemed to know all the thoughts in his heart.
Fear hit Han Fei like a huge wave, and he shouted at the last player in the team without any hesitation: "Run! The ghost is behind you!"
At the same time as his throat made a sound, Han Fei's body had already rushed towards the player. All of this was done subconsciously. In such a dangerous situation, he did not consider his own safety and acted decisively.
"Very good, you made the first choice." The clown opened his mouth close to the player, his teeth full of curse words bit into the soft neck of the player: "You want to save him, but he Die because of you."
Up to this time, the player at the back of the team still didn't feel any pain. He was startled by Han Fei's sudden yell, but he didn't see anything when he turned around, and even said something crazy to Han Fei.
But just as he was about to say the second sentence, strips of black blood appeared on his neck where the clown bit him. Black veins!
The severe pain came, the player turned his head for the second time, and he saw the clown's head on his neck.
Screams rang out, but it was too late. Ordinary people seemed to only see them at the moment of their own death and when ghosts killed people.
For that player, no matter what the reason why he can see the "ghost", his ending is already doomed.
After lightly biting, the clown with a disfigured face raised the corners of his mouth, and he pushed the player to the ground.
"Ghost! There are ghosts! Ghosts are behind us!" The imitation white mask shattered into pieces, and the player clutched his neck, writhing and struggling desperately on the ground like a bug with only half of his body left, but Doing so only added to his pain.
All the players looked towards the entrance of the stairs, but they didn't see the existence of the "ghost", they only saw their partners struggling and shouting frantically on the ground.
"Short hair, what's wrong with you?" The bald prisoner came here.
"Don't go there! He was killed by the ghost! The ghost is there!" Han Fei stared at the clown among countless human head balloons. Among all the game participants, he seemed to be the only one who could see ghosts!
As early as when he was rushing to the Perfect Life B&B, he felt his arm being grabbed on the way. Looking around, he saw a pale arm. At that time, he felt a little strange, why could he see ghosts?
"Because when the ghost wants you to see, you can see." The clown's voice sounded in Han Fei's heart again: "You must have forgotten the deal between us, but it doesn't matter, I believe you will still do it That choice, because you will always be you."
Balloons were flying every now and then, as if human heads were trying to escape from the clown. In the gaps between the balloons, the clown's face was completely exposed.
"Compared with them, I am still most optimistic about you, so I will bet my hope on you."
Laughing wildly, the clown's body was elongated, and he acted very strangely, but no one could see him except Han Fei.
"Blessed luck, you can see the eyes of ghosts, a chance to return to the soul, and the talent you got from his memory is still there, which means that he is also optimistic about you. I seem to have known his wish. Then I was killed by your own hands." The clown laughed hoarsely, but he still kept laughing, as if he had encountered the funniest thing in the world.
"Who is he?" Han Fei asked his first question, and he almost blurted it out, as if the answer to this question was very important to him.
"I don't know whose body he will hide in this time, and whose soul he will use to kill you." The clown looked at Han Fei's arm: "You were killed directly or indirectly by him Ninety-nine times, this is the gap between you and him, of course, it is also possible that you did all this on purpose. But it doesn't matter now, you only have one last chance to choose."
The player on the ground lost his vitality in the torment. His death was extremely miserable, and the skin all over his body was occupied by thick black blood vessels.
"If you choose goodness, maybe more people who shouldn't die will die; if you choose evil, maybe many people who deserve to die will be resurrected." A black clock appeared.
The surface is a child's face, with his age written around it, and the memory is condensed on the pointer, full of his emotions.
"Everything that happens every second of every day is here. Life is like a countdown clock. The pendulum is full of satisfaction on one side and despair on the other. The whole clock lacks happiness and smiles. "
The clown squatted on the clock, and he stared straight at Han Fei: "If you want to get back your smile, you must first see your own happiness. My happiness is there. What does your happiness look like?"
The laughing clown is like a hysterical lunatic. He said words that no one could understand, and laughed until tears fell.
"Who are you talking to?" Li Guoer stood next to Han Fei closely. She felt that Han Fei was not in the right state, as if he was sleepwalking, very weird.
Standing where he was, Han Fei didn't answer Li Guoer's question. His eyes moved from the clown to the clock.
The child on the dial seems to be himself, and this handmade clock seems to imply his life.
"You seem to be helping me? Why are you doing this? Why don't I have any impression of the deal you mentioned earlier?" As long as Han Fei had an idea, the other party's voice would ring in his heart. Very scary, definitely not an ordinary "ghost".
"When you died for the eleventh time, you fulfilled my regrets and did what I didn't even do. You saved that reward for this time, maybe you have decided to die ninety years from that time Nine times.” The clown’s stomach started to hurt from laughing, he seemed to have said too many things that shouldn’t be said, his face cracked, the paint came off, and that face became even more terrifying: “I will help the person who succeeds in the end, I hope that person will be you, and I can give you another gift before my body that represents childhood memories completely collapses."
The smile on his face became terrifying, the monster with twenty-two arms seemed to be enraged, and started to attack everyone around him frantically.
"Kill everyone who might be him as soon as possible, you have no chance to do it again." The clown grinned, his smile could not bring warmth to others, only despair and pain.
"You have been laughing hysterically, is it because you are afraid that once you stop smiling, your tears will flow down?" Han Fei had no idea why he said such a thing, he just put himself The true thoughts in my heart were spoken.
The expression of the clown laughing wildly changed slowly, and the smile on his face gradually converged: "Did you say this to yourself?"
The clock under the feet began to turn, which seemed to be the sign that the game had really started.
The clown also seems to have completed the content of the deal~IndoMTL.com~ His body and the clock were shattered in countless human head balloons.
Han Fei's extreme uneasiness disappeared, and there were more scenes of death in his heart. It seemed that he had been killed by that clown ten times.
Shaking his head, Han Fei only remembered the pain of death, but forgot about other things.
It was also because of the pain that was so unforgettable that he had serious delusions of being persecuted. As long as he thought of death, he would feel restless and terrified.
"What's the matter with you?" Li Guoer was not at ease with Han Fei. When she asked, Han Fei had already walked forward.
The clown and the clock were buried by the sea of flowers, as if they had never appeared before, and only a piece of paper remained on the ground.
It seems to be torn from the cover of the script, with the words of a poet written on it.
“One night I burned all my memories, and since then my dreams have become transparent.”
“One morning I threw away all the yesterdays, and my steps have been light since then.”
Looking at the other side of the shredded paper, there is Han Fei's own handwriting on it - no past, no future, I should see the truest self?
(end of this chapter)