My Iyashikei Game Chapter 726: The only personality

Latest URL: Han Fei moved quickly, but the little girl's arms were still stained with black mist. She looked at the rapidly spreading black blood vessels under her skin, and the bewilderment in her eyes slowly dissipated.

"Let's start the sixth round of voting." The magician walked up to Han Fei and the girl. He naturally wanted to hold the girl's hand, but was slapped away by Han Fei.

"Hypnotizing a child, do you still want face?"

"I've never forced anyone to do anything. If you don't believe me, you can let her make her own choice." The magician touched the doll on his clothes, and he said gently to the little girl: "Come here Well, I will protect you to the end, children are the future and hope."

There are two different emotions in the little girl's eyes. On her left stands Han Fei who has lost all facial features and looks extremely scary; on her right stands the tall, handsome, sunny and funny magic scarf.

The contrast between the two is stark. In daily life, many people can easily make choices without thinking.

The girl was holding the doll given by the magician, and more and more black lines appeared on her arm. In the end, she had no choice but to retreat to her corner.

Witnessing everything silently, at this moment the wife's heart is also suffering.

She recognized Fu Sheng, but now that the innkeeper is dead, she has to choose between Fu Sheng and Han Fei next.

Everyone decides the life of the other, and if one of them lives, the other will die.

She also considered that the three of them would choose each other, but one thing was undeniable. No matter who she chose, one of Han Fei and Fu Sheng would always vote for the other. Could they trust each other?

The remaining passengers in the hotel each have their own thoughts, and when faced with different choices, no one can always be perfect.

The sixth round of voting has begun. Contrary to everyone's expectations, the first person to vote this time is the fugitive. He seemed to be determined to stand with the screenwriter and Kuang Xiao, without thinking about the future at all.

Many Laughter, who had the most support on the surface, also cast his vote. During the voting process, he vaguely glanced at the screenwriter.

The screenwriter who once agreed to any of his proposals had hesitation in his eyes after witnessing Han Fei's rescue.

After voting, he smiled wildly and said a few words to the fugitive, then he stood back to his original position.

The screenwriter also saw all this. He continued to write down Han Fei's name as before, and threw the note into the black box.

After the three people voted, Han Fei silently walked to the black box. After confirming that the black mist on the little girl's arm began to spread, he gave his wife one of his votes.

The magician followed Han Fei closely. He kept focusing on the girl, but the girl had no intention of voting for him at all.

Slowly, the indifference on the magician's face disappeared. Something he had imposed on the little girl was destroyed by the black mist, and now he could no longer affect the child.

The worm in the pocket crawled to his shoulder, and the magician wanted to say something to the little girl, but Han Fei stood between the two of them, preventing the magician from passing.

After the innkeeper died, the situation was completely chaotic.

The black rainwater washes over the hotel, and the stagnant water in the house keeps rising. Furniture and corpses float on the water. The former dead are getting closer and closer to the passengers standing on the second floor.

A strange black mist spread over the girl's arms, and the magician's face gradually became gloomy. He glared at Han Fei who was blocking the way, resisted the urge to make a move, and turned his head to walk in front of the waiter.

"Your grandpa is right, we should cooperate." The magician is very good at changing his face. When he speaks, he brings a warm and trustworthy feeling.

"Okay, hopefully we'll make it to the end." The waiter's mood turned off after the innkeeper's death, and he seemed like a downright pessimist.

Different from other people's deliberation, after agreeing to the magician, the waiter took out a piece of paper, wrote something casually, and threw it into the black box. The whole process only took a few seconds, and the magician didn't even respond. Come here, the waiter has already voted M

"It's your turn."

After the waiter returned from voting, he did not stand in the original position, but moved a few steps towards the corridor.

The magician dubiously took out the paper and pen, but the waiter promised too decisively, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Others are also staring at the magician who is going to vote, wanting to see his choice.

When everyone was attracted by the magician, the waiter reached into his pocket, fumbling for something.

He retreated slowly against the wall, and when someone realized something was wrong, the waiter suddenly accelerated and ran towards the end of the corridor!

The hand hidden in the pocket stretched out, and the waiter held a black key in his palm.

He opened the innkeeper's room, and immediately locked the door after entering. "Stop!"

All the surviving passengers rushed over and kicked the door.

The specially reinforced door panel had to be carried several times before it was opened by Rui. When everyone entered the room, they found the waiter kneeling on the ground. In front of him was a dilapidated box with various books piled up inside.

Those books have never been seen in the market, and it seems that each book is the condensation of all the memories of a person.

"What are you and the hotel owner planning?" "How many things are you hiding from us?"

"Sure enough, you are the murderer!"

Facing everyone's questioning, the waiter didn't even bother to lift his head. His expression was completely desperate, as if he had lost the strength to speak.

Placing the book on the floor, the waiter turned it to the last page.

In the blank space at the end of the story, there is a text left by the innkeeper—the last surviving person will become the new innkeeper, who will never be able to leave, continue to run this inn in the heart, waiting for new guests, repeat new game.

"Is this game a scam? No one can leave? We are destined to be trapped here to death?" The middle-aged screenwriter did not expect the truth to be like this. The hotel owner should have participated in this game before, and he lived to the end.

"Even in the deepest despair, you will occasionally see lost starlight. You and the innkeeper must be hiding something from us!" The magician emptied all the books in the box, and one of them wrote In a book full of despair, two pages are missing.

"Compared with the torn part, the piece of paper we found in the back of the corpse's head was torn from this book!"

"Two pages are missing, which means the rules are two pages and we only see one!

"Speak! What are the real rules!"

Under pressure from everyone, the waiter took out another ball of paper from his pocket.

"All souls are equal, who to be me is up to you to choose.

"Put the opponent's name into the black box, and the guest who gets the least number of votes will become part of the black fog.

The first two sentences are the rules written on the previous piece of paper, but there is another sentence written on the second piece of paper hidden by the waiter.

"The passengers who get more than one-third of the total number of votes will become the new me." Passengers stared at the sentence on the second piece of paper. Will not kill each other.

"More than one-third? Four out of ten votes are required?" It is also not easy to meet this second condition, and it can be said that the probability is almost zero.

Passengers cannot vote for themselves, that is to say, besides themselves, there must be four people supporting them.

It takes four people's sacrifices to exchange for one person's life.

The innkeeper also knows how difficult it is to do so, so he didn't plan to play the game normally from the beginning, but only thought about training the waiter to be the next innkeeper.

"It turns out that this is the real rule." The faces of several people in the room showed despair. It is already very difficult for one person to sacrifice himself, let alone four people leaving a way of life for one person.

"Crack!"

The window was blown open by the storm, and the frantic black rain fell on the ground. This building has reached the point of collapse, and the only safe haven for the soul will also be submerged by the tide of despair.

"Continue to the sixth round of voting. There is still a chance to do it again as an innkeeper." After the magician finished voting, he put the black box in front of the middle-aged woman.

The wife's eyes wandered between Fu Sheng and Han Fei. She remembered the agreement between the magician and Fu Sheng just now, and gave Han Fei the ticket.

The voting paper disappeared into the black box, and everyone became nervous. It was unknown who would disappear in this round.

The clocks on the walls flooded with water, and the sound of time passing was replaced by lightning and thunder.

When a flash of lightning flashed across the window, the magician suddenly clasped his throat with both hands. He stared at the waiter and the little girl with resentment, and a large amount of sticky black mist gushed out of his mouth: "You two one!"

At the same time, the waiter looked at his hands that were gradually engulfed by the black mist, and then glanced at the middle-aged woman: "You didn't come the first ninety-nine times, why did you find me this last time? Everything is fantasy, only you are the reality kept in my mind.!

Sighed slightly, the waiter seemed to have guessed it a long time ago. When the magician wanted to kill the middle-aged woman in the last moment, he and the magician collided with him covered in black mist.

Neither the waiter nor the magician gave the ticket to each other. They have been rivals for many years and know each other too well.

The black mist devoured everything about the two of them, causing them to melt into the black box.

The dumb girl is not dead, but no one knows whether it was Fu Sheng or Meng who voted for her.

One window after another was blown open by the strong wind, gravel and sawdust continued to fall from the roof, and cracks on the walls spread towards the surroundings. There was only a bang, and the wooden stairs were washed away, and the passengers in the house could no longer go to the first floor.

The back road was cut off, and the buildings on the ground became a lone boat floating on the water.

On the corridor on the second floor, there were only six people left. Han Fei and his wife stood on the left, Laughter, the screenwriter and the fugitive stood on the right, the little girl squatted in the corner, and the black box was placed among the crowd.

Lightning struck, allowing the surviving passengers to see each other's faces clearly.

"Let's go, round seven."

The middle-aged screenwriter seemed to be a staunch supporter of maniacal laughter. He held a note with Han Fei's name on it, covered his wound on his chest, and put his vote into the black box.

Except for him, no one else moved until the outer wall of the hotel collapsed, cracks spread from the roof to the ground, and the second floor they were on was no longer safe.

"Self-sacrifice, let yourself live" The fugitive touched his heart, and after hesitating for a long time, he made a choice. He put a piece of white paper he had prepared into the black box.

The same thing he did was the dumb girl, that kid couldn't communicate with anyone,

Everyone regarded her as a tool, except for Han Fei.

"Why do people have to go through so many choices in life? There seem to be many paths to go, but in the end they bring the same pain." The wife silently put a piece of paper with her name on it into the black box.

The other four had all cast their votes, leaving only Han Fei and Kuan Xiao.

The two stood on both sides of the corridor, thunder roared outside the window, lightning and strong wind intertwined, and the torrential rain crazily washed away the sinful hotel.

"I'm curious, how did you find this building? I took away all the memories about the personality struggle and the labyrinth, and even your identity as the owner of the black box has been taken away by me. Why can you still come here? ?" Kuang Xiao stood in front of Han Fei, with the black box between them.

"In this shrine's memory world, there are two owners of the black box. It was the previous owner of the black box who showed me the way." Han Fei raised his head and laughed wildly with his **** face.

"So it's Fu Sheng? He is really a contradictory guy, and he interprets the word "human" vividly." Kuan Xiao picked up a ball of paper and placed it on top of the black box: "Who do you think will win between us? "

"Should be me."

"Why?"

"Probably because I have a friend named Huang Ying."

"That's your reason? No one wants to get close." Han Fei looked at Kuangxiao's handsome and warm smile, even though he knew it was a disguise of Kuangxiao, he still didn't expose it. He had never seen a smile on himself before, and now he knew what it looked like when he smiled.

"Do you consider yourself my friend?"

"If there are only two of us left in the end, I will vote for you. I can't let you bear all the suffering. In the end, I have hope alone."

Han Fei and Kuan Xiao looked at each other, and then let go of their hands at the same time. The ball of paper in their palms fell into the black box, and a completely different scene from before appeared.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the box, and then the black box began to swallow the fog and black rain outside the hotel.

Ten seconds later, the screenwriter and the fugitive fell to the ground, black mist emerged from the depths of their blood vessels, and the smile on his maniacal face gradually became exaggerated, and the smile on his mouth slowly turned into a hysterical maniacal laugh!

The deeper he fell into despair, the thicker the black mist in his body became. Laughing wildly opened his arms, he fought against the black mist with his physical body. When the screenwriter and the fugitive were dragged towards the black box, he still stood in place.

The middle-aged screenwriter is a spider who came in with Han Fei. He left all the scripts. When Han Fei saved the girl, he saw who the real Han Fei was.

The one-armed fugitive is the ghost manager, and he plans to let Han Fei succeed him as the new ghost. Only he and Han Fei know the secret that the butcher knife is hidden in his heart.

The dumb girl is Xiao Ba, but some unknown changes have obviously taken place in this child.

The last is his wife, she is the most important person, without her, Han Fei would probably be the first to be killed.

In the seventh round of voting, all four chose the disfigured Han Fei~IndoMTL.com~Even though Han Fei changed his appearance and became a monster, they still recognized him.

Actually, Maniac noticed it when the screenwriter voted. The middle-aged screenwriter still wrote Han Fei's name on the white paper, but the expression on the screenwriter's vote was slightly different from before.

There are more and more cracks on the surface of the black box, and the despair of the whole world seems to be rushing here, and the maniacal laughter can't hold back anymore. His body moves towards the black box little by little. When passing by Han Fei, he The face half corroded by the black mist looked at Han Fei.

Crazy laughter sounded, and Han Fei's figure was reflected in his eyes: "There is one more thing to tell you, our deal is that you rescue me, and I help you drag all the park managers, that's all. "

"It's okay, this face is your thank you for voting for Xiao Ba.

Han Fei has been exchanging votes with his wife from the beginning to the end. Except for Mang Xiao, everyone else seems to have voted for Han Fei, so there is only one possibility that Xiao Ba was not swallowed by the black mist. Gave it to the dumb girl.

"She is just like me, and she is regarded as the key to soaking in despair."