My Iyashikei Game Chapter 677: The Secret of the First Generation
Chapter 678 The secret of the first generation of cunning
"The doll itself is also a toy." Han Fei flipped through the trash can with a sharp knife to make sure that the doll was not hiding in it.
It may be that the noise made by turning over the garbage and toys was too loud. Footsteps came from a nearby house, and the door was soon opened. A man with a back hair and spraying hairspray opened the door to the outside Shouted: "How many times have I told you? Be gentle when collecting the garbage. If you want to find something, move it downstairs for me, and don't stop at my door."
The man was speechless, and his eyes were full of disgust, but soon his eyes changed.
He saw Han Fei, who was wearing a white mask, take the sharp knife out of the toy's belly, and then walked towards him.
The bottle full of hairspray fell to the ground. The slightly greasy man never expected that there would be two people standing in front of his house early in the morning, one was a wanted criminal and the other was also a wanted criminal.
"You have quite a lot of hair." Han Fei said a sentence lightly, which might be remembered by that man for a lifetime.
Backing back, the owner of the house wanted to close the door, but Han Fei's five fingers had already grabbed the door panel.
"Good morning, my dear neighbor."
The strength of the two sides is no longer on the same level. The man's body, which has not been exercised for a long time, can compete with Han Fei.
The anti-theft door was opened little by little, and the terrifying white smiling face occupied the man's field of vision.
Wearing slippers, he only remembered to call the police now, and turned and rushed to the landline inside the house, but he only took a step before Han Fei locked his neck and covered his mouth.
"I won't hurt you, let me introduce myself..."
Before Han Fei finished speaking, an emergency announcement came from the TV in the living room that was broadcasting the morning news. The police listed all the information of the eleven A-level wanted fugitives. The first one was Li Guo Son, the second one is Han Fei.
"If I said that I'm not a psychopathic serial killer, you wouldn't believe me, would you?" Han Fei grabbed the man by his collar and pressed him on the sofa.
"I believe it, I really believe it!" The man was panting nervously as he spoke, the fat on his face trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of horror: "I can give you whatever you want! You can take everything from me, as long as it doesn’t hurt me, I still have 10 million in the bank, and there are gold bars in the private safe, we can go there together to get it.”
"Do you think I'm doing it for money?" Han Fei sat opposite the man: "I'll ask you a few questions next. If you lie once, I'll cut off one of your hands."
The cold tone seemed to be talking about a trivial daily matter, the man didn't even dare to move, the villains he saw on TV were simply weak compared to the people in front of him.
"Ask, ask, I will never hide anything, and I will definitely not call the police." The man's eyes moved slightly, and cold sweat continued to slide down his forehead.
"The first question." Han Fei raised a finger: "Who else is in this room besides you?"
The man blinked his eyes, and the sweat on his forehead had already flowed into his eyes: "My wife and children are sleeping in the bedroom, and I am used to getting up early."
"Are there just the two of them?" Han Fei took out his companion: "Put your hands on the table."
The man's breathing became rapid, his hands shook, and his body leaned forward.
"Since I entered the door, you have unconsciously glanced at the second bedroom several times. Compared with your wife and children, you seem to be more worried about the people living in the second bedroom." Han Fei's voice came from under the mask Come out, almost freezing the man's heart.
“My wife and children sleep in the master bedroom, and my ex-wife’s children sleep in the second bedroom.”
"I understand your desire to protect your family, but you also have to understand that you only have two hands and two legs." Han Fei got up and sat next to the middle-aged man, because he was fighting with evil spirits. The Yin Qi has not yet dissipated, with a strong smell of blood.
"Second question, have you ever seen a very worn-out rag doll, one of its eyeballs was snapped off, hanging on its face, and the skirt on its body was made of old clothes?" Han Fei every Saying a word, the man's complexion will become worse, he must have remembered something.
"Are you here looking for that doll? I knew that thing was a disaster." The man became even more frightened: "I don't know when that doll came to my house. The first time I saw it was in the elder son's room. I had a bad relationship with the elder son. At that time, I threw the doll away without thinking much, but I didn't expect the doll to appear in the elder son's closet later. .”
"In other words, that doll is your son's toy?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly: "I see that there are many dolls piled up in the box in front of your house. Does your son like dolls very much?"
"No! He probably just picked up that doll home by accident!" The middle-aged man put his hands together and begged, "Our family has its own duties, as long as you let us go this time, all of you I will try my best to meet your requirements."
"The third question." Han Fei's expression did not fluctuate: "Don't hide anything, I need to know the specific situation of your family, including why your relationship with your eldest son has deteriorated, and your ex-wife information, as well as your eldest son's usual performance in life and study."
Han Fei really wanted to figure out one thing, why the doll hid in this community.
“My first wife died on the delivery bed. She was pregnant with a pair of twins, and my sister was not rescued. Only the eldest son was rescued by the doctor. But he seems to have been with others since he was a child. His child is different, with a withdrawn and weird personality, and hates communicating with others." The middle-aged man said cautiously: "I have sought many doctors, but none of them worked. He is very resistant to treatment, so we often quarrel. The situation is getting worse."
"My sister and wife are dead, and only one child is left alive." Han Fei asked Li Guoer to watch over the middle-aged man, and he walked towards the bedroom.
Holding companionship in his hand, Han Fei slowly opened the door of the second bedroom.
The smell of air freshener wafted from the house, and he saw a child with long hair, pale skin in women's pink pajamas lying on the bed.
The house is very clean, the desks are tidy, the floor is spotless, the walls are covered with warm and lovely wallpapers, and the sheets are not wrinkled.
"This is your son? Are you raising him as a daughter?" Han Fei motioned for the middle-aged man to come over, who was also very wronged.
"I have always wanted to make him more masculine, and I have beaten him many times for this, but the more I educate him, the more he resists." on his neck.
"Really?"
Hearing the noise outside, the child on the bed opened his eyes. As if he had just woken up, he curled up in fear, and hid his exposed legs under the quilt.
"Stop acting, you're afraid you don't know the state of people waking up from sleep?" Han Fei held the knife forward, twitching the somewhat dim red string with his fingertips: "Before I came in, you already Wake up, did the rag doll that ran in just now woke you up?"
The long hair slid down and covered half of the boy's face. He looks good. If his sister is still alive, he should look like this.
"Are you a brother or a sister?"
The blade was raised, and Han Fei's voice was suffocating. He didn't expect that dolls would hide in places where living people lived. In his impression, those terrible ghosts were hiding in old castles and deserted houses. The demons controlled are indeed somewhat special.
The boy moved his body backwards. He was weak and pitiful, with a terrified expression, but there was a vicious hatred hidden deep in his eyes.
"Brother, let this kid go." The middle-aged man said again: "He has a brain disorder, a retarded fool, he can't recognize people, even if he saw you, he would definitely not say anything. "
"A lot of people are always blinded by the illusion they see. Maybe the wanted perverted killer is saving you, and the relative who lives under the same roof wants to kill you." Han Fei went on lazily Explaining, he raised his head, his nose twitched, and he smelled a faint rancid smell in the strong air freshener: "It's right here."
Han Fei seems to be very good at hide-and-seek. His ability to find things is extremely strong, and he can deduce a lot of things with a little detail.
Slowly approaching the single bed where the boy was lying, Han Fei suddenly swung a knife at the bed, the quilt was cut, the cotton wool was exposed, and the sheet underneath was also torn.
After seeing the power of Han Fei's knife, the middle-aged man became even more flustered, his voice began to tremble, and his body slowly squatted down: "Let him go, he is still a child, please, I I can do everything I can to cooperate with you."
"After sleeping all night, the sheets are not wrinkled at all, do you believe it?" Han Fei withdrew his companionship: "Your son probably hasn't been in bed all night, where is he in the room? What are you doing behind your back? Things?"
Grasping the edge of the bed with one hand, Han Fei lifted the sheet as he approached the boy.
The unconcealable stench came from under the bed, and the sound of viscous liquid dripping could be heard, as if there was a huge smelly mouth growing under the single bed.
"Come down." Han Fei pointed the tip of the knife at the boy. After hesitating for a moment, the boy obediently got out of bed and stood beside him.
Without any hesitation, Han Fei forcefully lifted the bed board!
A strong stench poured into the nostrils. The bed board was covered with all kinds of clothes fragments, and among all the fragments was an extremely ugly doll clutching the bed board tightly.
Its eyeballs were hanging from its mouth, most of its face peeled off, it lost an arm, and the stitches on its stomach had also collapsed, with flesh and blood constantly slipping down.
"This..." The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, he never thought that there would be such a terrifying thing under his bed!
When he thought of his son sleeping back to back with this ugly doll every night, he had a creepy feeling.
"The clothes pasted under the bed are the clothes of the dead, right? I see that many of them are children's clothes. Did you kill those people?" Han Fei held his company tightly, and the doll should be at its weakest now , he is not going to let the other party go.
"Hee hee..."
The boy let out a little girl's high-pitched voice, and purple-black blood vessels appeared on his delicate face.
At the same time, the rag doll that was holding onto the bed board let go, and it fell to the ground with a slap, spattering a lot of blood.
"I, I am here, here." An extremely weak voice came from the doll's body.
The rag doll lying in the blood stains turned over with difficulty, and all the needles and threads on its stomach collapsed, revealing the blackened cotton wool and human debris inside, as well as a dead baby with a big head.
The most horrifying thing is that the baby's body has never grown up, but there is a boy's face on the head that is out of proportion to the body.
"Son?" The middle-aged man was shocked when he heard the baby's voice.
"For those defenders, they may now face a difficult problem. People are in the belly of ghosts, and ghosts are in people's bodies. Killing a ghost is equivalent to killing a person, and saving a person is equivalent to saving a ghost." Han Fei shook his head: "Fortunately, I'm just a wanted perverted killer. I don't have such troubles at all. I'll kill you all at worst."
There is always a cold smile on Han Fei's mask: "Don't be nervous, in fact, there is no deadly feud between you and me, I just came here to ask you some questions, I want to find out what the first ghost is." ?”
"Hee hee..."
"If you laugh like that again, I'll tear your mouth apart." Han Fei hated such laughter.
"I said, I told you." The big-headed baby in the doll opened his mouth, and all the blood vessels in his whole body were connected with the doll: "She is my sister, the sister who was born with me. There was an accident, the two children could only keep one, and my father and mother kept me and gave up her."
From the big-headed boy, Han Fei knew the reason why the doll appeared.
My younger sister is a child who was abandoned from birth. She didn't even have a chance to open her eyes, and she was determined to live or die.
After the "rescue" failed ~IndoMTL.com~ her body was discarded, her newborn soul was trapped in a desperate skin, and she was packed together with countless garbage waiting to be disposed of.
Continuously absorbing various emotions of being abandoned, slowly, she opened her eyes amid countless rubbish, and understood the first emotion—hate.
My sister’s hatred is caused by being discarded. As she comes into contact with more and more discarded things, she absorbs more resentment from those relics. These things continue to gather, making her become This is what it looks like now.
At first glance, my sister seemed to be no different from other ghosts, but Han Fei noticed a few details.
My younger sister died without being fully born, her soul is incomplete, and she has no memory or obsession.
The reason for the formation of other ghosts is obsession, and after being discarded, the younger sister continued to absorb and assimilate the discarded emotions on the garbage, and finally stitched together to form a monster.
"Is the original ghost also formed by the aggregation of various emotions? It is not a single person?"
"Why is this similar to the formation of the deep world? The paper maker said that the deep world is formed by the accumulation of people's negative emotions. Could it be said that the entire deep world is a ghost?"
(end of this chapter)