My Iyashikei Game Chapter 245: I played his father in the play

Handling the scene and cleaning up the traces, Han Fei has been very proficient in the destruction of corpses in practice again and again.

Even if a professional criminal police arrives, it is difficult to find the problem without the help of high-tech equipment.

"Those who respect others will always respect them, and those who kill others will always kill them. You are the butcher who slaughters the living, and I am the butcher who slaughters you."

Han Fei covered the black cloth on the big iron basin and looked at the room that had been restored to its original state. After making sure that there were no omissions, he left with his companions, as if they had never appeared before.

The yin and malice in Uncle Li's body were swallowed by the black snake, and the key in his mask and pocket was taken away by Han Fei.

Out of the underground, Han Fei came to Uncle Li's room non-stop. Anyway, the villain is dead, so it's better to use his inheritance to repay the society and help more people.

Tumbling through boxes and cabinets, Han Fei searched for useful things, and now he feels a little normal playing games.

Uncle Li's room brought Han Fei a lot of surprises. He found a large number of bottles filled with blood under the bed where Uncle Li had been lying.

After letting the little black snake try, they found that a lot of negative emotions were deposited in the blood, and they could hear the screams and wailing of living people as soon as they opened the bottle cap.

The sixth deputy has a dark heart and likes to torture people very much. He put all the despair and pain he collected into these bottles.

Han Fei didn't know what he was doing on the 6th to collect these things. It may be to satisfy some of his abnormal habits, but these things can help crying and recover quickly.

Han Fei cried all the bottles under the eyes of the little black snake licking his lips.

The pig-faced monster sank into the blood pool, crying and forced to face the worst memories. The despair of childhood became the fulcrum of its thin body. Now it is different from before.

Before crying, I kept evading memory, trying to use time to smooth the scars, but its time seemed to stay at that moment forever, trapping it in place.

Although he has endured more pain than before, the time to freeze him has been broken. He has walked out of the past and is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After drinking the blood of despair, the breath exuding from crying became even more terrifying.

He is collecting all kinds of despair, and then condensing those despairs into something. When he condenses successfully, it should be the time when its strength breaks through again.

"The cry of crying can affect all grievances within ten meters before entering the beast alley. Now this range has been expanded to fifteen meters. If his strength continues to increase, the scope of the crying influence should also be Getting bigger and bigger."

Han Fei remembered the unspeakable singing, the other party's singing enveloped nearly a thousand meters, and all the remnants of the singing were trembling and trance.

"The potential for crying is great, and it may become an indescribable existence like singing in the future."

While crying and desperate, Han Fei began to search other parts of the room.

The old man's house is very messy, with medicine bottles and expired items everywhere, the quilt and the clothes in the cabinet have become moldy, and there is a sense of death in the whole room.

"What is this?"

Han Fei found a wrinkled picture in a pocket of a dress in the closet. The picture showed a skinny little boy.

The child is a little afraid of living, with long hair, a scary face, and his arms are obviously abnormal.

Turning over the photo, on the back of the shabby photo, there are the boy’s name and birthday, as well as two very dazzling words—family.

"No. 6 is just a sub-personality of the spider, why would he place such a photo next to his body and say that the other person is his family?"

Continuing to look for it, there is an adoption record and a large amount of handwritten information hidden in the darkest part of the cabinet.

The handwriting on the material is completely different from the No.6 deputy personality, but it is very similar to the writer's handwriting.

"Uncle Li stole the author's adoption of orphans? What is the point of his doing this?"

Looking down, Han Fei found that a lot of text in the materials had been smeared out with a red pen, and the blank spaces were densely filled with words such as death, killing, and crime.

"The writer wanted to kill the orphan he adopted? Why did he do this?"

On the few pages of adoption materials, Han Fei found many different handwritings.

Sometimes the writer wants to kill the orphan, and sometimes he is calmly reflecting on it. Except for the writer, other personalities seem to have accepted the orphan and regarded the orphan as their family.

Han Fei knew that the spider had adopted a child some time before his death. After the spider died, the child sold the spider's brain to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

Actually, Han Fei didn't understand why people like spiders would adopt orphans in the last period of their lives. He was obviously troubled by butterflies at the time, and the two sides were fighting fiercely.

Isn’t adopting a child at this time deliberately added flaws to yourself? The butterfly will definitely attack the orphan to influence the spider.

"Isn't it the writer who made the decision to adopt the orphan? It was a certain sub-personality controlled by the spider?"

At this point, Han Fei has already grasped a lot of clues. He can determine that one or more of the nine personalities of the spider have been controlled by the butterfly.

With its unscrupulous character, the butterfly can do anything to deal with spiders.

"This adopted son of the spider must be taken seriously, he should be a breakthrough!"

Turning over the room where the old man lived, Han Fei found nothing else. The old man had a different personality from the female chef, and Butterfly did not attack him.

His insidious bloodthirsty stems from his own malice. In other words, he is the dark side of spiders, the kind of people that spiders hate most.

Taking away the adoption records and photos, Han Fei restored the house to its original condition, and then they returned to Xu Qin's room.

After briefly explaining Xu Qin and crying, Han Fei quit the game in the corner of the bedroom.

The **** solidified world, Han Fei took off the game helmet.

The bloodshot eyes looked scary, and the sky outside the window was already bright.

Han Fei moved his stiff body, and every time he moved, he felt severe pain.

The feeling of being injured in the game was so real that Han Fei was a little uncomfortable when he returned to reality.

He still subconsciously hung his left hand over his chest, as if his left hand was still fractured.

The brain was dizzy and exhausted, and Han Fei looked at his rudimentary gaming equipment and couldn't help but think of Huang Winner's gaming warehouse.

He took out his mobile phone to check his personal account habitually, and then sighed slightly. The first share of "The Twin Flower" has not yet been paid, and the salary of "The Mysterious Novelist" has not yet been settled.

There are now more than 200,000 in his account, of which 200,000 are bounties for helping the police solve crimes and arresting fugitives.

"The most luxurious game warehouse costs millions, which is enough to buy a house in the old town. It is not something ordinary people can use."

The explosive development of science and technology has also brought great hidden dangers. Everything is like an iceberg suspended on the sea.

Everyone was amazed by the majesty of the ice peaks on the sea, but they selectively ignored the huge crowds of icebergs buried under the sea and almost out of breath.

Looking at the balance in the card, Han Fei doesn't want to buy a house for the time being, and he doesn't have much interest in making friends or falling in love.

His only interest is to survive in the game, and his only material desire is to buy a multi-functional game warehouse, which can facilitate himself to play games for a long time, and then better survive in the game.

Lying on the bed, Han Fei discovered that the deep world is not without its merits. At least the houses there can live anywhere, as long as you don't mind that it is a murderous house, and you are not too afraid of death.

The body rested for a long time before it was not so painful~IndoMTL.com~Han Fei slowly fell asleep.

Just after sleeping for more than an hour, he was awakened by the alarm clock. His mind had not yet come to his senses, and his body had already got out of the bed and began to wash.

At half past eight, Han Fei came downstairs on time, plainclothes and Li Xue were already waiting for him by the police car.

For the police, Han Fei is one of the baits to lure butterflies. They protect Han Fei in order to catch the butterflies faster.

"Li Xue, have you found evidence of contact between spiders and butterflies?"

Han Fei was not idle while sitting in the police car. He, an actor, just acted like a criminal consultant.

"Not yet, all the information about the spider has been destroyed." Li Xue looked at Han Fei's dark circles: "Did you have a good rest last night?"

"Have a long nightmare." Han Fei casually said, and then asked: "Do you know that a spider has adopted an orphan? If possible, I want to see him."