My Iyashikei Game Chapter 241: Butterfly flying out of dream

After Xu Qin left, Han Fei began to inspect the house.

This room used to belong to Deputy Personality No. 8, and there may be some useful clues left in the room.

"The layout of all the rooms in the whole building are similar, and they are very similar to the room types in the yard of the meat joint factory, even the shrines placed in the house are exactly the same."

Parking in the corner of the living room, Han Fei noticed the shrine when he first entered the room, but his injury was not healed at the time, so he didn't move.

"Whether it is in reality or in the beast alleys of the deep world, there are a large number of shrines in the buildings where the writer lives, but he clearly mentioned in "The Butcher's House" that he clearly does not believe in gods."

Slowly took off the black cloth on the shrine, Han Feigang was about to open the small wooden door on the shrine, and suddenly stopped him crying.

"Do you feel the danger?"

Weeping like an enemy, like a frightened wild cat.

Looking at the blood stains leaking from the crevices of the shrine, Han Fei finally did not open the small door: "The blood on the shrine has dried up. The small door to the gods should have not been opened for a long time. I still don’t want it. Take a risk, and it’s better to ask for her opinion when Xu Qin comes back."

The whole room was cleaned very cleanly, everything was neatly placed, and the owner even felt obsessive-compulsive, even the distance between the decorations was the same.

The living room, kitchen, and bathroom feel very good, but after entering the bedroom, the situation has completely changed.

Blood gauze and clothes were thrown everywhere on the floor, the bed was torn and ragged with knives, and there were dry and coagulated blood stains everywhere.

The overhead lamp was smashed, the wardrobe was overturned, the desk was sawn away, and all the places in the bedroom where people could hide were destroyed.

The windows are cemented to death, and the white walls are covered with fonts dug out with knives and nails. They are crooked and slanted all over the room. The dazzling blood-red text seems to contain the pain of the owner, light Just a glance, I feel uncomfortable all over.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, a picture appeared in front of Han Fei.

At midnight, a woman who was awakened from a nightmare went into madness, her temperament changed drastically out of control, and her surroundings were madly destroyed.

Destruction without purpose is to vent the fear in the heart, but also to enhance one's sense of security.

"The eighth vice-personality female chef, her personality is second only to the writer in complexity, why does a person suffering from serious cleanliness become a bloodthirsty butcher?"

In order to clarify the problem, Han Fei entered the bedroom. He carefully identified the crazy words on the wall.

There is a saying among psychiatrists that you can walk into the heart of a madman, but don’t try to think in his way, let alone understand him.

What Han Fei is doing now is a very dangerous thing. He has not received systematic training. He just wants to restore the fear of Vice-Personality No. 8 through continuous understanding and find out the reason for the change.

Looking at the words on the wall, fingers touched the knife marks and dig marks. When the other party was in a mental disorder, he seemed to feel no pain at all, and there was flesh and blood in those words.

Wrapped in words like a house, Han Fei slowly immersed himself in the experience of the eighth deputy personality.

"I forgot when I dreamed of that thing for the first time. At first, it seemed to be hiding in the crowd and passing me inadvertently, but then I don’t know why, it seemed to have entangled me."

"That thing seems to constantly appear in my dreams, no matter what kind of dreams I have, it will be there."

"Most of the time, it will become a strange passerby, and will not have any contact with me, it will only look at me from a distance."

"But from a certain time, everything has changed. That thing is approaching me."

"I can feel it. It is getting closer and closer to me. Sometimes although it does not appear, I can still feel its gaze. I know it is by my side."

"I don't understand why I have such a strange dream? Why do I have to suffer such a sin? The reality is tired enough, and I can have a good rest in the dream, but now it is not safe even in the dream."

"On the seventh day of dreaming of that thing, something really bad happened."

"At the time, I dreamed that my pet cat jumped on the window sill. It seemed to be scared to stay in my room. I wanted to hug it, but when it saw me coming, it jumped out of the window. ."

"I hurried to the window, and when I looked down, I was pushed by a huge force behind me."

"Someone was in my house and pushed me downstairs!"

"When the body fell, I saw it standing at my window."

"I don't know it, but it wants to kill me. I really can't think of a reason."

"The death of that night was just the beginning. In the following dreams, I was killed by that thing again and again. It has various methods, constantly killing me, and awakening me from my dreams! "

"I didn't dare to sleep all night, and I was facing a breakdown. I don't know what to do. Once I close my eyes, that thing will appear in my dreams!"

"I don't remember how many times I was killed. Gradually, I began to have hallucinations. I can't distinguish between reality and dreams."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming, but the pain is real. Sometimes I think I'm in reality, but after I was killed by it, I realized that it was just a dream. "

"My spirit was on the verge of collapse, and the boundary between reality and dreams became blurred~IndoMTL.com~ When I couldn’t distinguish reality from dreams, that thing seemed to be brought into reality by me from dreams. It With the help of my consciousness, I crossed dreams and reality, and got into my mind."

"Yes, I can clearly feel its existence, whether in a dream or in reality, the butterfly-shaped imprint is the best proof."

After reading the crazy writing on the wall, Han Fei's back was soaked unknowingly, his eyes fixed on the words of the butterfly mark.

"Does the eighth deputy personality refer to a butterfly?"

"The butterfly was not something in reality at first, but came out of a nightmare?"

Han Fei didn't know what the body of a butterfly is until now. Among all those who have fought with a butterfly, only the spider has seen a real butterfly.

"All eight sub-personality died, and the spider paid such a high price, what weakness did he master the spider?"

There are far more hidden clues in the Butcher’s House than Han Fei imagined. The mystery about the butterfly seems to be unveiled here.