My Iyashikei Game Chapter 335: Stealing wardrobe

Clothes were hung all around, with blood stains on them, mostly worn by the deceased. Every piece of clothing here represents a desperate memory.

In this labyrinth of deceased clothes, Han Fei encountered the first crisis.

The red dress and the lunatic who entered the closet together disappeared, and Han Fei, who was parked alone, was found by the contents of the closet.

The slender arms are different in length, obviously belonging to different people, but they seem to be on the same body.

The blood garments were gently pulled apart, and the twisted hands reached into the pockets of the clothes. It carefully searched for the objects left by the deceased, extracted the last memories of the deceased, and then ate them as snacks.

There is obviously no wind in the closet, but all the blood clothes are shaking slightly, like a corpse standing on the bottom of the water, except that it is not their black hair that floats, but the spreading bloodshot eyes.

Depressed to the point of breathlessness, more and more arms emerged from a certain direction, and the pale fingers seemed to have long noses and ears. Even though Han Fei had tried his best to avoid it, he was still noticed by the other party.

Its movements slowly became rough, the hanging blood suit was pushed away, and one of its arms seemed to have discovered something suddenly, and the giant python swimming in the dark river suddenly came to Han Fei!

Withdrawing the resurrection knife, his muscles tensed, and Han Fei was about to activate the ghost pattern, but at this moment, a music box was knocked down a few meters to his left, and strange but familiar music sounded in the closet.

The moment the sound appeared, the pale arm left and changed direction. In a corner that Han Fei hadn't noticed before, a few more arms emerged, and at the same time they grabbed the music box.

"So much?"

Han Fei only saw one arm, but in fact there were five arms that came close quietly.

A blood suit behind him touched Han Fei's cheek, his shoulder sank suddenly, and a bandaged hand fell on him.

Turning around, Han Fei found a woman in her early thirties standing behind him, her left hand was scratched by something, and her right hand was holding a fruit knife.

Without speaking, the woman had eyes indicating Han Fei to follow her.

Bend down and withdraw quietly.

The woman seemed to know the wardrobe very well. She judged the direction based on the location of the blood stains on the clothes and the area of ​​the blood stains. After leading Han Fei for a few minutes, she stopped.

"Why did you enter here?" Crouching down, the woman finally spoke, her vocal cords rubbing like broken glass, and every word made people feel uncomfortable.

"I always feel that there is a problem with my wardrobe. I still dream. I dream of this wardrobe. Frankly speaking, I don't know if I am in a nightmare or in reality." Han Fei's expression was impenetrable. Picky, flustered, confused, frightened, forcing myself to calm down, but unable to completely conceal the anxiety. It is hard to imagine that a face can express so many emotions so clearly, and it feels very natural.

"This is not a nightmare. This is a place even more terrifying than a nightmare. Everything is true." The woman curled up in the blood cloak, trying to hide her body by the blood cloak.

"How did you come here? It feels like you have lived here for a long time?" Han Fei looked at the woman. The other person was well-proportioned and looked relatively strong, with obvious muscles in his forearm.

"I came in looking for my son." The woman's voice was low: "I have forgotten the exact time. At that time, my son always cried at night when he slept. One day he suddenly ran into my house at midnight. Saying that someone in the closet is watching him, he is scared."

"Did you not take his words to heart?"

"I checked the closet for him, and there was nothing in it." The woman held the knife, and her voice was low and hoarse: "I decided to sleep with him that night, but in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a voice. I opened my eyes and looked at the sound, and found my son standing alone in front of the closet, muttering something constantly in his mouth..."

"I can't hear clearly, it seems to be saying--now she is my mother, don't come to play with me, the cabinet is dark and so on."

"There was no light in the room, and I was terrified at the time. I didn't dare to move until the cabinet door slowly opened, with clothes hanging in it."

"When I was grateful that everything was normal, a woman's face was vaguely revealed behind the hanging clothes. She looked like me! What scared me the most was that she seemed to be watching While looking at me, the more she looked at me, the more her face became like me."

"I got up from the bed and turned on the light. Then something more disturbing appeared. I found my son was lying behind me. The boy standing in front of the closet was gone, but the door was still It's open."

"After my son was awakened, he rubbed his eyes and asked me—Mom, what's wrong?"

"But when I listened to him calling my mother, I couldn't stop the chill, and a doubt appeared in my mind-is he really my son?"

The woman holds the knife in her hand, and she does not forget to be alert when she speaks.

"From that day on, I felt like I was crazy. I would always hear the voice of children in the room, and I would always see my son running across the room."

"I started to look up the history of the wardrobe. The wardrobe was brought back from the second-hand market. It was well made and the price was very cheap. I thought it was an omission at the time. Then I asked a professional to find out. It seems that someone has died in the closet."

"I went home and planned to throw away the closet, but after I entered the house, I couldn't find my son. The only possibility I could think of was that this closet stole my son."

Strips of blue veins appeared on the back of the woman's hand holding the knife: "I dare not destroy the wardrobe~IndoMTL.com~ I am afraid that after destroying it, I will never find my son again. From that day on, I have I bought all kinds of things and stayed outside the closet every night."

"I slept during the day and guarded the cabinet at night, but nothing happened."

"It was like this for a long time. Once I was too tired and accidentally slept into the night."

"When I opened my eyes again, the closed wardrobe door was opened, and there seemed to be something hidden behind that piece of clothing."

"I pulled out my clothes, found the prepared gasoline, took the fire, dumped it, and entered the closet. I was ready. If I can't find my son, I will come back before the gasoline is finished. Burn this closet directly."

"What I didn't expect is that this closet seems to be at the junction of dream and reality. I didn't get too far before the fire went out inexplicably, and the lighter didn't turn on at all."

"What's worse, there are all kinds of monsters hidden in the closet. They started chasing me crazily. I was lucky to survive because I was lucky."