My Iyashikei Game Chapter 725: Hold out

Latest URL: Hearing Han Fei's voice, the fugitive's expression changed, and doubts and incomprehension flashed in his eyes,

But it was only a time to turn around, and all his expressions returned to normal again.

The two of them didn't communicate any more. Han Fei had already walked to the middle of the corridor one step ahead of time. He didn't stand with other people and kept a certain distance from his wife. "The water will not rise to the second floor in a while, so you come with me first." The hotel owner knew that his life was not long, and motioned to the waiter to help him back to his room.

"Is there anything that you can't tell us in person, and you have to hide from us? Is this a black shop? You are directing and acting yourself from the beginning to the end?" The magician didn't have any pity or sympathy in his eyes. He saw the old man's body It was getting worse and worse, and his demeanor gradually became more relaxed. It seemed that among all the people present, he was only afraid of the old man.

"I'm getting old and I don't have much time left. I have something to say to my family." The old man urged the waiter to follow him into the house, but Mang Xiao happened to be standing at the door of the boss's room. He didn't seem to want to The plan to get out of the way.

"The injury on your neck is very serious and you need emergency treatment. I happened to play the role of a doctor and learned some surgical first aid knowledge." Laughing wildly leaning against the door frame: "I can save you.

"No need." Compared with magicians and fugitives, the old man is more afraid of laughing wildly, as long as he sees the other party's handsome and smiling face, he can't stop the cold breath from the bottom of his heart.

"Is there anything more important than your own life?" The maniacal laugh still didn't let go: "There should be first aid kits in the hotel, and if you don't have to find some clean cloth, let me help you stop the bleeding first." .”

"You have been guarding against us, are you worried about the murderer? Or are there hidden secrets hidden in your room?" The magician also came over, and he looked at some portraits hanging on the wall: "According to Judging from the information that the murderer stuffed into the back of the dead man's head, everyone in the hotel is a guest, but you call yourself the hotel owner, which is very strange.

"Young Master, this can prove that I am not the murderer." The innkeeper's injury could not be dragged on any longer, and the blood was flowing down his neck, which looked very scary.

"Maybe you are just the first tourist to enter the hotel. You regard this place as your own home. You say you are the owner of this place, but you are actually a thief! Maybe you were the one who killed the original owner of the hotel! "The magician's voice is not loud, but what he said makes others think.

In this hotel with the word heart in its name, every tourist has a superficial identity and a real identity.

On the surface, the policeman is a policeman who maintains order and justice, but when he encounters danger, he thinks of killing everyone to save his life. In fact, he may be a fugitive. Not to mention laughing wildly, at first glance he is more cheerful than anyone else, but after he really understands, he will know how terrifying that cheerfulness is.

Innkeepers, magicians, including Han Fei, everyone is like this.

People only show the side they want others to see, and hide the deeper darkness and gloom in their hearts. Only when they live and die, will their true nature be exposed.

"Two of us may be murderers. Before the voting is completed, no one can get out of everyone's sight." It is impossible to tell everyone what he is going to say, so the best way at this time is for everyone not to listen, and let the secret rot in the innkeeper's heart, or more accurately, in his corpse.

The wind beat against the window glass, the ceiling of the hotel cracked a gap as wide as a finger, and black rain poured into the room.

There is already water on the first floor of the hotel, and the black rainwater is sticky and muddy, just like the life of some tourists, so dull that it makes people suffocate.

The hotel in the center of the maze is shaking in the storm and may collapse at any time. This house seems to have a special meaning for the whole paradise, and its collapse will also represent the end of something.

"Go ahead and vote." The seldom-spoken waiter spoke, as if to reassure the innkeeper.

"No problem, but before voting, I want to say one thing." The middle-aged screenwriter leaned against the aisle wall and sat on the ground. Someone who wants to kill me."

The murderer was seen. As soon as he said this, everyone focused on him. "Who is it?"

"His face is more distinctive, different from the few of us, I need them to take off all the masks to make a judgment." The middle-aged screenwriter pointed to the masked Han Fei and the waiter in the room.

The original focus on the hotel owner was shifted to Han Fei and the waiter.

"This guy was the last one to come in. He's been wearing a mask all the time, so he's really suspicious." The innkeeper wanted to target Han Fei, but the others didn't care who was targeted, as long as they weren't targeted.

"Do you want to take off the mask?" Han Fei's hoarse voice came from under the mask; "My face was disfigured. I was afraid of scaring people, so I kept wearing the mask."

"I remember the outline of the murderer's face, as long as I see it, I will definitely recognize him." The screenwriter stood with the laughing man and the fugitive, and the three of them seemed to form a group. "The outline of the face? Then the person you see must not be me." Han Fei touched the edge of the mask with his hands, and as he slowly exerted force with his hands, blood dripped down his chin. When he lifted the mask, several people in the room gasped.

Under the mask of the smiling face is a **** face. He has no facial features. "I'm not the murderer." Han Fei held his mask, which was pure white on one side and completely soaked in blood on the other.

The screenwriter stared at Han Fei's disfigured face for a long time. He seemed to be engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. After a long time, he shook his head: "The murderer is indeed not him,

It should be someone else.

In order to take off the mask, Han Fei tore the wound again. After seeing his miserable state, the waiter seemed to have no reason not to take off the mask.

After hesitating for a moment, the waiter also took off his mask, and it was that person. Mixing in with the players, taking over all of Han Fei's resources, possessing the same level and ability as Han Fei, the F that the players call themselves.

Others saw nothing unusual, only his wife's gaze changed: "Fu Sheng F avoided Fu Yi's wife's sight, he acted like a stranger.

"That's right, I can see clearly! The murderer is him!" The screenwriter pointed, his face was pale, but his tone was very certain.

"Impossible! He has always been by my side, you are slandering him!" The innkeeper himself is dying, but he is still protecting the waiter. "I can see clearly, it's him!" the middle-aged screenwriter insisted.

"It seems that the innkeeper and the waiter are the murderers as I guessed. They killed the real owner of the inn. These two thieves set up the trap." The magician was aggressive: "You two don't pretend to be innocent either. , tell us is there any way to escape?"

Except for the middle-aged woman, everyone else has agreed to let the hotel owner and his family out first. During the whole process, Han Fei didn't speak any more. Holding the mask, he turned to look at his wife.

If the innkeeper dies, will the wife vote for Fu Sheng, or herself?

The coagulated blood scab broke again, and Han Fei was a little tired. He sat at the entrance of the corridor and looked at the rapidly rising water.

"The waiter didn't have a reason to kill the screenwriter. They were separated by a long distance, and there was a police officer in between. If the murderer wasn't the waiter, why did the screenwriter frame him?" The biggest possibility is that the glass shards are actually laughter Or the writers stabbed themselves in the chest, and they wanted to attack someone with it. "

Han recalled the tone of the screenwriter, he felt that the real purpose of the screenwriter and the screenwriter was to target him, but the screenwriter did not follow the meaning of the screenwriter, which led to the focus on F who was also wearing a mask .

"When the chandelier fell, he went to the counter to help everyone find the lamp. There was no time to commit the crime. The murderer was someone else! Don't be fooled!" The hotel owner wanted to make it clear, but no one cared about what he said If it is true, someone must die in order to save the lives of others, and they need to find a high-sounding reason for killing people.

Looking at everyone's eyes, the innkeeper was desperate. After he died, the waiter should be next.

"Well, since you don't believe it" the old man grabbed the waiter's arm and whispered a few words in his ear. The waiter's face changed slightly, as if he hadn't expected such a thing at all.

When the waiter was still in shock, the hotel owner began to write the name of the waiter in blood with great effort. After I died, he didn't live to the end, and all of you will be buried with him!"

"Wei Ban? The play was good?" Most people didn't believe the innkeeper's words, only Han Fei and Kuan Xiao kept staring at the waiter's face, trying to see something.

"You have a way of life that can let others live, but don't turn this way of life into a rope around your neck." The innkeeper put his ticket into the black box. Stay sane, vote as soon as possible, and help the waiters last a few more rounds.

The black rain flooded the first floor of the hotel. The third round ended very quickly. After the death of the policeman, the fugitive found Kuan Xiao. Laughing can vote for him so all three of them can live. Since there were no dead, the black torrential rain intensified, and the cracks in the roof were spreading. A large amount of rainwater flowed directly from the top of the hotel into the house, and the water on the first floor of the hotel was slowly getting deeper.

"Continue to vote." The old man in the inn held on to vote, his arms trembled more and more violently, the wound on his neck was bleeding too much, and he was a little out of breath.

The time for the fourth round of voting was deliberately lengthened by magicians and screenwriters. They looked at the innkeeper not as if they were looking at a person, but more like looking at a sacrifice. The waiter hurriedly stopped the innkeeper's bleeding, but it was of no use. The old man was already ill.

The fourth round of voting ended, and no one died in the hotel. At this time, the black water had risen to the stairs, and the sofas they had sat on in the hall were soaked in black water. The corpse also slowly floated up, its arms were washed away, as if standing in **** with open arms, waiting for several others to go over to accompany it.

The torrential downpour ravaged the hotel, the building was shaky, and it might collapse in the next second.

"Continue!" The innkeeper seemed to be coming back to life. After he wrote down the name of the waiter and put it in the black box, he leaned on the wall and wobbled towards the magician. Under everyone's gaze, he grabbed the magician's clothes and whispered a few words.

"Don't get me wrong, he didn't tell me anything." The magician explained to the people around him, but no one believed him. After the old man finished speaking, it seemed that due to physical exhaustion, he no longer had the ability to walk back.

What surprised Han Fei was that the waiter who was on the same front as the old man did not come to help the old man this time, but struggled with a pen. He hesitated for a moment when writing his name. "There is a problem"

The fifth round of voting ended, and Han Fei had a premonition that something was wrong, so he approached his wife in advance. The strange thing is that as long as he moves, the half-dead old man will move himself with difficulty. "What does he want to do?"

The seriously ill old man with his neck cut didn't have any authority to do, but Han Fei suddenly thought of the waiter's hesitation when he wrote his name just now. The momentary hesitation was captured by Han Fei,

A guess came to his mind.

"Could it be that the old man knew he was going to die, so he deliberately didn't ask the waiter to write his name? He wanted to use the black mist gushing out of his body for a few seconds to kill someone in the house!" When Han Fei thought of this, the skin of the dying old man cracked, mist seeped out of his mouth and nose, and he rushed towards Han Fei like a monster!

"His target is me?"

The old man seemed to know that his wife was Fu Sheng's mother, and only after killing Han Fei would his wife not hesitate to help Fu Sheng wholeheartedly. He knew in his heart that he was bound to die, but he wanted to use his own death in exchange for Fu Sheng's way of life.

The black mist devours everything, and it is impossible to get rid of it when it is touched.

Facing the sudden attack of the old man, Han Fei was fortunate to have prepared in advance, and he backed away at a faster speed.

The old man struggled in the black mist for longer than the policeman. He realized that there was no hope of killing Han Fei, so he immediately rushed to the little girl who couldn't speak.

For Fu Sheng, the best solution is to kill Han Fei, so that mother and child can recognize each other; the second is to kill the little girl, so that the magician is forced to cooperate with Fu Sheng~IndoMTL.com~The black mist bites the heart and lungs The flesh and blood, kind and kind old man is now like a ferocious ghost, his hands eroded by the black mist grabbed the girl.

The terrified child tried to dodge, but she was standing on the edge of the fence. "If you die, more people can live. He is the most suitable choice." The hand in the black mist touched the girl, but at the next moment, something that no one expected happened.

Han Fei, who had already avoided it, rushed over on his own initiative. When the girl was about to be covered by the old man's black mist, he risked himself being swallowed by the black mist, and dragged the girl aside. In just a few seconds, the old man was completely engulfed by the black mist. He roared unwillingly and disappeared into the black box.

Han Fei hugged the girl with lingering fear, and subconsciously checked the girl's arm that touched Heiwu, all of which were noticed by the middle-aged screenwriter. Many people regarded the little girl as a key, but only one young building leader treated her as a real child.

Staring at the **** face, the middle-aged screenwriter already had his own judgment in his heart.

"The girl has the same face as Xiaoba, she is his earliest friend, he will not sit back and watch that child be killed in front of him.