My Iyashikei Game Chapter 251: Countdown to mental illness
The sharp knife pierced the skin, and the clothes of the villain in the painting were stained red with blood.
Han Fei looked at the painting waving in A Meng's hand, and his face instantly became very bad.
Reached out and grabbed A Meng's shoulder, Han Fei lifted the child up, staring at the other's tender cheeks.
"You called Xu Qin away. Why are you alone now?"
The most dangerous devil tends to dress up as an angel. In the deep world, one must not easily believe in a person, even if he looks like a child without the strength of a chicken.
"Draw, draw..."
A Meng vigorously waved the drawing paper on his hand, the more he was afraid to speak, the more he stammered, unable to utter a complete word for a long time.
"Why did Xu Qin stick a knife in her body? Where is she now?" Han Fei knew that it was troublesome to communicate with A Meng. He put A Meng down, opened A Meng's schoolbag, and put the paper and pen directly Put it in front of the opponent: "Draw what you want to say."
It seems that Ameng, who knows that time is running out, is in shock and draws on the paper with a pen.
Two little people wearing masks are sitting at the dining table. On the chopping board of the dining table is a fragmented person.
The villain in the mask pointed at the person on the chopping board, talking and laughing. There were still a few villains standing far away from the dining table. Among them was a woman with long hair wearing a chef's hat.
It's a rough color pen drawing, but it looks strange and horrible indescribable.
Han Fei glanced at A Meng with his left light, wondering in his heart: "What has this kid seen?"
Li Shao, who was standing next to Han Fei, also saw this painting. His slender body was bent at ninety degrees, and his head was almost on Han Fei’s shoulders: "It feels like someone in the building has been dealt with. There are nine chairs beside the dining table, but including the chef, there are only eight people in the painting. The one who is less should be the one on the chopping board. Has anyone disappeared in this building recently?"
"Author? The missing writer was eaten?" Han Fei took the painting in his hand, and then looked at Ameng: "What does this have to do with Xu Qin?"
A Meng took the pen, circled the chef in red, and drew an arrow on the paper to point the chef to the table.
"The next thing they want to eat is Xu Qin?" After contacting a painting, Han Fei knew that Xu Qin was a curse polymer, and the body was a curse on the knife. She pierced all the knives in The body will completely merge with the curse and reach the strongest state.
Being able to push Xu Qin to such a point means that the people in the building have already begun to attack her.
Han Fei crouched in front of Ameng after taking out the mortal butcher knife from the inventory, "Am I among the two people wearing masks at the dining table, are there you?"
A Meng shook his head desperately. He pointed to his face and stammered: "I, I don't have a mask. My mask was taken away."
Perhaps to increase the persuasive power, A Meng picked up a pen and drew a doctor's coat on one of the masked men. He pointed at the man timidly, repeating the word doctor in his mouth.
"One of the murderers who killed the writer was a doctor? This is not the same as in reality. Could something happen in the deep world?"
No longer wasting time, Han Fei motioned to A Meng to take him to find Xu Qin immediately.
He didn't fully trust Ameng, but now he has no better choice.
The sub-personality of the spiders in the Butcher’s House seems to have a natural ability. No matter how the passages and scenes in the building change, they can easily find the right path. It feels as if they are one with the building itself. .
The blood stains in the building are much less, as if it has been cleaned. Han Fei found that this place is more and more similar to the real meat factory affiliated courtyard. The dream seems to be moving closer to reality, the tragedies that happened in the past. It seems to reappear again.
Passing through rooms and doors, A Meng finally brought Han Fei to the fourth floor of this huge complex. They stopped in front of a door that looked ordinary.
"Xu Qin is in the room?" Han Fei asked Ameng to open the door. When the door panel opened, a strong smell of disinfectant water poured out of the room.
At a glance, there are pill bottles everywhere in the room. The furnishings in this room are exactly the same as those in the spider's house in reality!
"Here is it?"
Han Fei looked at Ameng. The child took a few breaths and pointed to the room: "The doctor, the doctor’s house, the chef has been here."
"Doctor's house?!" After hearing the child's answer, Han Fei's eyes widened. This house, which is exactly the same as the author's room in reality, is actually the doctor's house!
This shows at least one thing. In the final stage of the spider’s life, the sub-personality of the doctor occupies the position of the master!
This is the only way to explain why the spider’s home in reality is the same as the doctor’s home in the deep world.
"Is the doctor the personality who was bewitched by the butterfly? It almost succeeded in the end!"
Entering the house, Han Fei seems to have returned to reality, this feeling is indescribable.
Looking at the medicine bottles and diagnostic reports, most of them are the same as in reality.
"The doctor personality is responsible for self-healing. The existence of the doctor personality implies that the spider is a patient and an abnormal person. The butterfly starts with the doctor personality, and it is indeed the most likely to defeat the spider."
The layout of the house is no different from reality. Han Fei even remembers the location of each item.
After checking the living room and kitchen, Han Fei entered the bedroom.
When he looked at the bookshelf, he finally found a place different from reality.
There should be two thick case reports in the place where the two books "Livestock Alley" and "Butcher's House" should have been placed.
Han Fei picked up a book casually and read it. The content and pictures on it made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Recently, the number of people sick in the alleys has started to increase. The patients have the same symptoms, cough, fever, and wheezing, rashes on the skin, and itchy body for no reason."
"After preliminary consultation, all patients had bought and ate cooked food from the meat joint factory on the evening of the 4th."
"Excluding the possibility of food poisoning, patients with mild symptoms got worse after a week, with extremely itchy body, and many patients digged their bodies and suffered self-harm."
"In the second week, most patients had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, thinking that something had gotten into their bodies, and hoped to undergo surgery. After examination, there was no foreign body in the body. The patient's weight did not change significantly, but the body suddenly became thinner. It seems that the flesh and blood is absorbed by something."
"In the third week, the skin of some patients began to crack, a large number of obvious blood stains appeared on the body, and a small number of patients had skin ablation symptoms."
"In the fourth week, a large number of patients died in the alley. The specific diagnosed cases are as follows."
Looking at the reports~IndoMTL.com~Han Fei's heart was squeezed, but those were vivid lives.
Close the first case report, and Han Fei opened the second case report.
The report on the second book is very detailed, recording the daily changes in the doctor's own body.
"No obvious changes in the body on February 4th..."
"On February 5th, the skin appeared itching."
"On February 7, the first hearing hallucinations occurred."
"On February 15th, the body was obviously thinner, the skin was cracked, itching and pain existed at the same time, and the feeling of wanting to tear the body became stronger."
"On February 21st, something obviously wanted to get out of my stomach, my skin began to dissolve, and my internal organs could be vaguely seen."
"On February 25th, all drugs failed to take effect. Hallucinations and auditory hallucinations have completely penetrated the brain, and surgery cannot prevent physical lesions. Sure enough, I shouldn’t have eaten the writer, but I don’t know if he will How to come back."