My Iyashikei Game: The 340th picture, what kind of experience is it to call souls in the dead building

Not only is the closet door locked, there is also tape stuck to the seam of the door. It seems that people outside the closet also think this closet is a very unknown item.

"The outside of the wardrobe seems to be a very ordinary bedroom, no blood, no corpses, no strange things, a bit like... reality."

Han Fei tried to adjust his perspective while lying on the door of the closet. His heart was beating at this moment.

Stopping behind the cabinet door for a long time, the room outside the closet is still very quiet, and no one comes in.

"No matter where it is outside, I have already walked here. I have to go out and have a look." Han Fei didn't leave alone. He returned the same way and picked up the woman and the middle-aged man.

When she first heard that Han Fei had found a way out, the woman didn't believe it at all. She even suspected that Han Fei was possessed by a ghost. When she actually saw the door of the monster's body, she knew that the man in front of her had not lied.

"It turned out that the exit was in the monster's mouth. No wonder I couldn't find the way." The woman recalled her experience these days, her hand holding the fruit knife turned pale.

"As long as we open the door of the cabinet, can we go back?" The middle-aged man's tone was obviously excited. He looked at Han Fei and his eyes were full of gratitude: "My wife and children must be worried about it! Let's put the cabinet quickly. Open the door!"

The man stared at the cabinet door impatiently. This time he learned to be clever and not reckless. He used his eyes to ask Han Fei's opinion before acting.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Han Fei couldn't bear to tell him that 90% of all those who were dragged into the deep world by butterflies have died in reality.

Even if the outside of the closet is really reality, the middle-aged man should be just a consciousness that will dissipate at any time.

"The outside of the wardrobe should not be reality. The ordinary wardrobe is just a channel connecting two places. Among the countless wardrobes, there should be only one wardrobe that can lead us out of the nightmare."

Han Fei knew very well in his heart that the closet that really connects the dream and the deep world is likely to be in room 4444. They only need to take a look at the house number after they go out. If it is not room 4444, it means that this is just an ordinary wardrobe passage.

Han Fei cut the tape on the door of the cabinet with the knife sticking out of the gap in the closet. If someone outside the closet saw this scene, it would be very scary.

The lock on the closet is difficult to remove, so Han Fei simply removed the door of the cabinet.

The white light shone on his face, and the middle-aged man squatted greedily next to the closet. It seemed that he felt very happy just by being illuminated.

The woman next to her subconsciously avoided the light. After living in the blood-red closet for too long, she was a little unaccustomed to the light.

"I'm back, this nightmare is finally over!" The middle-aged man was emotional, he was lying on the ground in that scary blood suit, and reached out to touch the tiles on the ground: "Escape from the danger, I will live a good life in the future. Love my wife and children."

"Don't be busy planning, the nightmare is not over yet." Putting the disassembled cabinet door back to its original place, Han Fei walked to the window and opened the thick curtain.

The dark night sky can only show a trace of light, there is no star and moon, only the endless darkness.

The black fog blocked his vision, and Han Fei could only vaguely see the outlines of three tall buildings not far away.

"This is still in the dead building community, I have not left the deep world."

I don't know why, after confirming this fact, Han Fei was relieved: "The wardrobe is the passage and entrance. I ran from room 1144 to another room in the dead building community."

The most urgent task now is to determine his position. Han Fei was about to walk out of the bedroom when the last woman who left the closet suddenly spoke.

"What do you think this is?"

The woman found a black and white photo in the back left corner of the closet. In the photo, it was a tall and thin middle-aged man.

It is obviously Zhang's photo, but the man in the photo is smiling happily and his face is full of happiness. He gestured towards the camera, as if he had prepared a meal, standing at the door of his house, waiting for his wife and children to return home.

"The deceased feels younger than I am." Feng Ziyu's unlucky neighbor said, and he gave Han Fei the photo.

As soon as he saw the photo, Han Fei's eyes changed.

"Zhuang Ren?!"

Although he was much younger than in reality, Han Fei recognized him at a glance.

The posthumous photographs fixed Zhuang Ren's happiest moment. At that time, Zhuang Ren's family had no accidents, and he had an enviable life.

"Zhuang Ren said his family was locked up in the dead building. Could it be that this room is the room of Zhuang Ren's family?!" Han Fei took a deep breath and calmed himself: "Where did you find this? Photos?"

"Next to the closet." The woman pointed to the corner of the closet. There was a brazier in which there was a large amount of ashes left by the burning of paper money.

Han Fei is familiar with the scene before him. When he was working as a manager on the ninth floor of Xingfu Community, he had seen a similar brazier, except that the photo of himself was placed in the basin.

"There are other things written on the back of the photo!" The middle-aged man exclaimed. He turned the photo to the back. A weird human figure was painted on it, and each part was marked with complicated ancient characters and blood-stained symbols. : "Can you understand what is written on this?"

Han Fei shook his head. He suffered a loss of ignorance. In order to live better in the future, he was determined to work hard and learn more.

"I can understand a bit. This seems to be a kind of ritual, which can bring back the soul of the dead on a certain day." The woman took the photo and looked at it for a long time. Her face slowly turned blue, subconsciously. Away from the closet in the bedroom.

"What's wrong?"

"The photo says that the first step of the ceremony is to disassemble the coffin of the deceased and turn it into furniture that can be used by the living, and keep it in the home, mixing the breath of the living with the breath of the dead. Regardless of each other." The woman's face was getting worse and worse: "The wardrobe facing the bed seems to be made of coffins."

"Are the soul-calling rituals? What are the next steps?"

"After the furniture made of coffins has been placed in the house for a long time, strange sounds and footsteps may be heard at night. At this time, you must be careful~IndoMTL.com~ because it is not the family members that may come back, but other things." The woman frowned and looked at the photo. The text at the back was too obscure, and there were a lot of strange symbols in it, which made it hard to understand, and it was difficult to even guess the meaning.

Someone taught Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter to call for souls, but the reality is that Zhuang Ren did not die, it was Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter who died.

Han Fei has a trace of doubt in his eyes, what will happen to ghosts in the deep world to call on the living people every day? Does Zhuang Ren's continuous weakness have something to do with this?

He silently memorized the text pattern on the back of the photo, and after he quit the game, he was going to find someone to show it.

If this ritual is really useful, he wants to try it next time.

If something special can be summoned, the dead building will definitely become more lively.

The horrible and evil spirit calling becomes like opening a blind box here in Han Fei. Anyway, no matter what was "opened" in the dead building, the butterfly was the last one to pay the bill.

All the shocks are surprises to Han Fei. He only needs to find a safe corner to quit the game.