My Iyashikei Game Chapter 327: Aggrieved businessman

Han Fei has no time to take care of Xiaofang and Brother Hua. His head is full of the split-and-fragmented figure of the building jumper, and he can't get rid of it at all!

"Calm down! The little girl has been brought out. This is a rare opportunity. I have to seize it!"

"Yes! Calm! If you want the jumper to regain his senses, you have to try to reintegrate several of their scattered memories together."

"I will first go to the eighth floor to find the female anchor, and ask her to wear a red skirt, so that the complete red skirt has a chance to block the jumping ghost."

"After the jumper is blocked, I need to find the divorced mother and syringe girl, and their children. Next..."

The whistling wind pierced into his ears, and the pungent smell of blood seemed to be overwhelming Han Fei's head in an instant.

The jumper is catching up!

Different from resentment, a more gloomy aura exuded from the building jumper, which should be the hatred in her heart.

From resentment to hate, something needs to be crossed in the middle. Although the jumper did not become a real hate, she has left traces of hatred on her body.

Too late to dodge, Han Fei can only lift the wooden box above his head.

"Boom!"

Sawdust was flying, the blood-red box was smashed by the jumper’s mutilated arm, and the hand covered with the death curse reached into the box, but it could not fall onto Han Fei’s head.

The blood color condensed, and a scarlet wind blew in the corridor, and a bright red dress appeared on the other side of the curse than ever before.

In the narrow corridor, two forces collide wildly, and the old and the new hatred are entangled together.

"Return my child to me!"

The death curse on the jumper has boiled, and the weird black text sticks together, evolving into a new shape.

After the last trace of humanity was taken away by Han Fei, the Jumping Ghost no longer only repeated death and destruction. For the first time, other words appeared in her mouth.

Having been confused, the jumper, who was controlled by the butterfly with hatred, has what he wants.

Driven by extreme anger, her devastated heart seemed to be beating again.

Han Fei didn't know how old Lou Zi he had stabbed at this time. You must know that even Butterfly did not dare to touch the kid of the jumper, and he took the initiative to pull all three of the family into room 1244 for the jumper to vent their hatred.

It's alright now, Han Fei directly took away the most important thing of the Jumping Ghost, and the door of room 1244 seemed to have been smashed. If Butterflies don't come to Building One again, this place will be "dismantled" by the jumping ghost and Han Fei, it is estimated that sooner or later.

The jumping ghost and the red skirt are incomplete, but the collision between them has reached the limit that Building One can withstand. In this case, the manager would definitely interfere, but until now Han Fei hasn’t even seen the shadow of the manager. To.

Strips of blood-red cracks appeared on the wall, and the adjacent door was directly torn apart, like paper.

The red skirt once again bought precious time for Han Fei. He carried the little girl across the corridor and went upstairs from the safe passage on the other side.

"Open the door! I found your child!"

Han Fei was knocking on the door of the divorced mother frantically, and the kid hiding behind the security door poked out his head. It seemed strange that he was hiding well. How could the other party say that he found the child of the divorced mother?

"Open the door!"

The sound of footsteps hurriedly sounded, and the divorced mother opened the door. She looked a little scared.

"This is your child!" Han Fei hugged the little girl and walked into the house.

"But my child is a boy..." What else the divorced mother wanted to say, but at this time the little girl in Han Fei's arms suddenly put her hand next to the divorced mother's face, and divorced when her finger touched her cheek. Mother couldn't say a word, and a tear suddenly came out of the corner of her eyes.

She didn't even realize that she was crying, she couldn't remember anything, her memory was completely different, but she couldn't stop her tears.

"Impossible, my child is a boy. He always looks for the key to the room at night when adults are asleep. I love him very much, but I don’t know why he keeps leaving me." The divorced mother kept her hands in her hands. He wiped away the tears from his face, but the more tears he wiped, the tears flowed all over his face unknowingly.

"Your memory is passive, you are Zhuang Wen! This little girl is your humanity! It is your most precious thing!" Han Fei's free hand grabbed the shoulder of the divorced mother, and he used it Touching the secret deep in the soul, shaking each other severely: "Remember! For your child, in order to truly find your child!"

Han Fei’s voice became louder and louder, and the divorced mother’s face gradually became abnormal, and new skin appeared where the tears glided.

She seemed to be suffering from unimaginable pain, and finally she let out a harsh scream.

"Don't deceive yourself anymore! Face yourself in your heart! You represent Zhuang Wen's motherhood! You are also the most important and inseparable part of her!"

Han Fei's voice echoed in the entire living room. Zhuang Wen's mother's hair was hanging down. The changes in her body seemed to have ended, and she did not exude too strong aura.

When Han Fei thought that the divorced mother had little ability and was about to take her away forcibly, the door to the next bedroom opened.

Suddenly a pale face appeared from the crack of the dark door, and then that face changed and twisted like a wave, becoming a kid.

It didn't take long for another face to appear, and immediately after the third and fourth pictures, the little ghosts began to change and crowded in front of the bedroom!

So many years have passed, every night a divorced mother will take a kid home as her dead child!

A strong and suffocating yin air came from the bedroom, and Han Fei's hand that was holding the shoulders of the divorced mother slowly loosened: "I may have been a little bit impolite just now, but the words are not rough, you represent Zhuang Wen’s motherhood..."

Before the words were finished, the divorced mother raised her head, her eyes fixed on the little girl, her lips trembled, and she slowly said: "Give me my child..."

"Why do you also say this? I can give it to you~IndoMTL.com~ but not now!"

Looking at the kid in that room, Han Fei decisively left the room and continued to rush upstairs!

"Don't chase me! I'm helping you!"

The door of the divorced mother's house was knocked open by the little ghosts, and countless children's handprints appeared behind Han Fei: "Isn't it? A memory of motherhood is so strong?"

There was no time to breathe, Han Fei gritted his teeth and ran to the eighteenth floor.

Before he appeared, he heard the businessman’s helpless inhalation: "Why are you again? I switched from the safe passage on the left to the safe passage on the right. Don’t you sleep at night?"

"Get out of the way!"

The hideous Han Fei roared at the businessman, and then rushed to the 22nd floor without looking back, where the last syringe girl lived.

Looking at Han Fei's crazy look, the businessman quietly took a step back, with a little grievance on his face: "What are you doing so loudly...I've already avoided you, who knows you will still run around? "