My Iyashikei Game Chapter 768: Frank

Latest URL: The mirror in the basement of the workshop was too weak, and it exploded before Han Fei took a closer look. If he wanted to see those children, he could only find a way to find similar mirrors in the deep world.

"There is a certain connection between the killing club in reality and the black rain area in the deep world. Those perverted killers call it a bridge, and the mirror is the key to building the bridge."

Han Fei and the blind old man walked out of the warehouse, and the old and the young came to the dance studio in the back alley with a black umbrella.

"Didn't you say you were very interested in planting flowers before? Why do you suddenly want to learn to dance again?" The old man touched the big lock on the dance room, and it took a long time to open it.

"I said I like planting flowers because of the gardener. If I dared to say no at that time, she would have stuffed me into the flowerpot." Han Fei was still a little afraid of the gardener. The old man with a huge contrast in body shape exudes a very strange aura, which is hard to see through.

"You should hurry up and find your true hobby. Life is so long, don't regret it after time slips away." I haven't come back yet, so you don't have to worry about meeting her, just practice dancing here, dancing can vent out the negative emotions in a person's heart."

"Will the gardener come back in a short time?" Han Fei heaved a sigh of relief, and his voice was not so tense: "Old man, in fact, besides learning how to dance, I also want to ask you something."

"I knew you had bad intentions, tell me, what's the matter?"

"I found a mirror in an underground factory. As long as I stand in front of it, the mirror can reflect my appearance when I died, and it can also reflect the ghosts who died in my hands." Han Fei looked at it secretly. The old man glanced at him and saw that there was nothing unusual about the other party, and then continued: "That mirror seems to be related to the clubs in this area, so I want to ask, does the mirror in our dance studio have a similar effect?"

"Yes, but I also forgot which mirror it is." The old man pointed to his eye sockets: "I can't see it, so I have to find it yourself."

"How to find it? Take a look in the mirror one after another? I remember that you need to read something to trigger the mirror."

"No need." The old man shook his head: "There are dead souls living in ordinary mirrors, but only that mirror hides a filthy self. If you look at it with your heart, you will find something different."

Placing the old tape recorder in his hand on the ground, the old man walked onto the stage: "I will teach you a simple method, dancing in the dark can help you see yourself clearly."

"I don't quite understand what you mean, but I feel like you are fooling me into learning dance with you." Han Fei sat under the stage, carefully watching every movement of the old man, and slowly, his soul As if being drawn, the whole person was completely immersed in the old man's dance.

There seems to be a memory hidden behind every movement, and the old man seems to have made his life into a dance.

He used to dance solo in the dark, but now he has an audience below the stage.

"Life blooms like a flower, and then withers at the most beautiful time, returning to the soil..."

Countless souls emerged in the mirror, and they approached in the night, laughing and crying together with that dance.

Han Fei didn't even know when the dance ended. It took him a long time to react. At this time, the old man had fallen on the stage, his chest was stained red with blood.

"Old man!"

Jumping onto the stage, Han Fei joined the old man.

"Don't worry, I won't die." The blind old man coughed violently, blood was all over his mouth and neck: "I'm just too old to jump."

"You should take a good rest. If you have any regrets, just tell me, and I will finish it for you." Han Fei has been dealing with ghosts and monsters in the deep world. ghosts.

"There are indeed a lot of regrets." The old man didn't think there was anything wrong with what Han Fei said, and he sat up with difficulty: "Your dancing talent is very poor, but you are very good at learning, and you can memorize it after reading it once." All the moves, I want to teach you all the dances I know, and when I'm gone, you can occasionally show the gardener."

"Are you two husband and wife?"

"I made her look like that, how can I have the face to be her family?" The blind old man moved a little to the edge of the stage: "The dance I danced just now is called--I, you should practice it a few more times , should be able to find the most special mirror here through that dance."

"Okay." Han Fei stepped onto the stage, recalling every movement of the old man, but as soon as his body moved, the old man interrupted him.

"It doesn't mean that rubbing down every movement is called dance. You have to incorporate your own understanding." The blind old man couldn't see Han Fei at all, but said to Han Fei very solemnly.

Han Fei stopped and waved his hand towards the empty eye sockets of the old man. The man was indeed blind.

"If you want to find the most special mirror in this club, you have to face up to your true self." The old man raised his head, his dark eyes staring behind Han Fei: "He's always behind you, Lie on your body, eat your blood, pinch your soul."

"Can you stop being so scary?" Han Fei looked back several times, and there was only a mirror behind him.

"Do you want to reconcile with him? Or do you want to kill him? Does he want to kill you? Or is he eager to get something from you? If one of you chooses the wrong option, there must be despair It will cover you again." The old man's eye sockets are still staring at Han Fei's back: "The gardener once said that the owner of this garden has been looking for twin flowers, and it is rumored that when the twin flowers bloom, the dark clouds will dissipate time."

"But isn't there only one twin flower that can bloom?" The first movie Han Fei participated in was twin flowers. When he was desperate, he put aside his identity as a comedian for the first time and tried to challenge a thriller movie .

"That's right, one of the flowers will absorb all the nutrients of the other flower and bloom alone." The old man touched his radio and pressed a button, and a strange message came from the dilapidated machine. Melody: "So I hope you can learn the dance I taught you, see your heart clearly, and don't make wrong choices."

A song that Han Fei had never heard played in the dance room. He thought about the old man's words and started dancing again.

"I copied the old man's movements almost completely, but why does it feel so different from his dancing?" Han Fei added the skill points he had accumulated to the dance, and he rose to the highest level, and then went up. It is the master level, but to break through the master level requires not only skill points, but also comprehension.

"Your progress is indeed very fast, but you can only be called a dancer, and you are still far from a dancer." The old man stroked the stage and looked behind Han Fei blankly: "This new Wu’s name is—I, it’s about a person’s life, from the first time he opened his eyes to see the world, to the perception of death, it contains too many emotions, those things cannot be displayed by technology.”

Han Fei had completely memorized the movements, but he realized that he seemed to be trapped in the movements. This dance was the old man's past, not his own.

"How should I express my experience?"

The past is nothingness, and the memory of the future is wrapped in despair and darkness, and Han Fei stands in the middle.

"Maybe I should really have a good chat with Kuangxiao." After coming out of the memory shrine in the paradise, Han Fei had communicated with all the survivors, but only Kuangxiao didn't bother him.

He can easily face anyone, but he feels difficult when facing himself and wants to shrink back.

The dance was repeated over and over again, and those movements formed muscle memory. Han Fei slowly closed his eyes. He was no longer obsessed with looking for the mirror, but sank his consciousness deep into his mind.

In Fu Sheng's shrine, Han Fei personally released all the restraints on Kuangxiao.

Underground of the workshop of the Shouxi Mirror Factory, the mirror of the Killing Club awakens the manic laughter in reality.

The distance between the two of them has reached the point where they can no longer escape.

Han Fei's consciousness appeared at the door of the Scarlet Orphanage. He saw a figure in the building of the Orphanage, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open the door of the Scarlet Orphanage.

"I've been thinking, what's the difference between the two of us?"

"You've been laughing like crazy, but I can't even show a genuine smile; you remember all the horrible and painful things in the past ~IndoMTL.com~ I can only feel nothing; you have a healing personality, The two brothers from Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals were used as test subjects, but I don't even know what my personality is."

"Everyone seems to regard you as a madman and a taboo, but I know that if you don't bear all the pain in the past, the crazy person will become me. This is indisputable."

"You ever asked me if I would like to be you?"

"I can be you, but can you tell me why a child with a healing personality stained his hands with the blood of thirty people at such a young age?"

"What happened on the **** night?"

"I have come into contact with several souls who also have healing personalities, and they would never do such a thing!"

Han Fei's consciousness was slammed aside by a wave, the bell in the Scarlet Orphanage rang, and the figure standing in the classroom stopped.

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