My Iyashikei Game Chapter 333: The dream of predicting death

"Let's go in and take a look? Don't you be curious about the secrets of the managers?" Han Fei said casually, holding the mortal knife.

"No, it's too dangerous!" The wedding dress woman said directly, and Han Fei was the first one to start rushing to talk in a hurry.

"It's really dangerous. Why don't we find someone to find the way first?" Han Fei took out the cursed pet chain from the inventory, it was covered with animal hair, and it looked very scary. "I am the security of the community and I have the responsibility to protect the owners here, but we can catch a'person' who is not the owner, tie her up with a chain, and then send her in."

Han Fei’s words did not mention the old man in black, but the old man in black felt that the other person was talking about herself. If she remembers correctly, Han Fei also said just now that as long as she leaves Building 1, in the future It's not the owner of the building.

"I think it's okay, but you are a security guard, why would you bring a chain?" The madman crouched on the bed, grabbed the sheets and draped over him. He is the lunatic in the eyes of the ghost owners, but he is not stupid: The chain is probably of no use. I have entered the closet before, but I will faint inexplicably if I don't take a few steps. When I wake up again, I will lie on the bed outside the cabinet."

"Have you been in?"

"There are often more fleshy limbs in the 1144 room. At first I didn't know where they came from. It was not until one day when I hid in the closet out of fear that there was a connection in the closet."

The madman tried his best to recall: "It’s hard for me to describe it. It feels like there is a nightmare in the closet. As long as you fall asleep, all kinds of things will crawl out of the closet. They will lie on the pillow to check if you When you fall asleep, you will continue to wander around your bed, and even get into the quilt. When you suddenly feel a bit of coolness, don’t turn on the light and look inside the quilt. I was scared before."

The ordinary words, thinking about that scene carefully, make people get goose bumps again.

The madman sat cross-legged on the bed. He looked at Han Fei and the other "people" in the room. After a long time, he suddenly said: "The wardrobe used to be opened only after four in the morning, but it seems to have appeared these two days. Question."

"If you think about it carefully, when did it happen?"

"It seems that on the day you came to be the security guard, the cabinet door couldn't be completely closed since then."

The words of the madman reminded Han Fei of something. The madman is the back of the manager for himself, and the wardrobe is the passage.

After Han Fei entered the building, the access door remained open at any time, which showed that the administrator of the dead building felt threatened.

"The day I came, the voice of singing also entered the dead building, and the manager should feel the pressure from it. Thinking about it this way, it is really a wonderful move for me to attract the song." The madman is the manager who keeps it for himself. On the back of the road, Han Fei wanted to figure out the environment inside the closet, and then hid in the closet, intercepting the badly injured manager halfway.

He is very courageous, and he is not afraid of managers. He came here to change the manager of the dead building.

The cold eyes looked at the old man in black intentionally or unintentionally, and the chains in Han Fei's hand rattled: "Who is better to let them go in?"

"The manager of the dead building has more than one hole card, and there are also more similar wardrobes in the community. Even if you enter it, you will not necessarily encounter the manager, but you will expose yourself and put yourself in a dangerous situation. "The old man in black already understands how to talk to Han Fei. The man in front of him is not afraid of danger and death. If he wants to persuade him, he can only show the facts.

"Aren't you going to leave Building One?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes and glanced at the old man in black: "Why don't you leave?"

"I want to leave the dead building in my dreams, but not in this way." The black-clothed old man touched the butterfly pattern on his neck: "You turned Building One upside down, whether you want to be a security guard , Or as a building manager, everything is fine. But we are different from you. You are a complete soul. We are just flower pots for holding seeds."

Han Fei is not the kind of unreasonable person. Seeing that the old man in black is willing to tell the secrets in the building, he began to listen patiently.

"I have lived in the dead building for a long time and have seen too many changes. What I say next, you may not believe it at all." The old man in black crouched and sighed softly: "Everyone in the dead building A room is a heart. This atrium contains all the memories and pains of the residents. It is not that we live in the dead building, but a part of what we are."

"The former manager of the dead building was an old man, and his heart was ashamed. It was the rotten heart that formed the foundation of the dead building. Later he went to the depths of the city and never came back."

"About ten years ago, a new manager appeared in the dead building. No one knows which room it came from, no one knows where its heart is hidden, and no one can kill it completely. Drop it."

"Since that night, the rules of the dead building have changed, and all hearts and memories have become managers' toys."

"It never kills by its own hands, nor does it use power to disperse the resentment, but don't think that this is its kindness. The resentment that falls into its hands, I wish I could disperse it." The black-clothed old man remembered something. In the event, extreme fear appeared in her eyes, and her soul body was constantly trembling.

"Then do you know why it doesn't kill?" Han Fei is a little strange. The butterfly in reality is also such a person. It does bad things, but never let his hands get a drop of blood.

"There is a legend about the manager in the building, and I am not sure whether it is true or not." The old man in black hesitated for a while before speaking: "The last hatred in the dead building seems to have left a reminder before the soul flew away. The manager’s innate ability is related to dreams. In a dream that predicts the future, he sees what he looks like at death."

"What was it like at death?"

"Yes~IndoMTL.com~ The manager dreamed that he was chopped up by a knife. That knife is very special. It will become sharper when facing an enemy whose hands are stained with blood."

When the old man in black said this sentence, no one in the house had any unusual reactions. It's just that unlike others' indifferent, Han Fei has already launched a master-level acting at this time, because only in this way can he conceal the stormy waves in his heart.

The knife that the manager dreamed of seemed to be the butcher knife!

"The manager of the dead building has been looking for a knife like that, but after so many years, it has still found nothing." The old man in black has pain in his eyes: "Perhaps it is that death has been foreseen, and the manager's behavior has become more and more impossible. Understand, it gradually started to do more crazy things. It uses the residents in the building as fertilizer for cultivating something. It seems to want to make another itself and let it die."

The old man in black made Han Fei understand a lot of things, and some seemingly unrelated things were also connected.

For example, why butterflies never kill by themselves, and spiders are bent on hunting butterflies, so there are countless butcher knives in the beast alley.