My Iyashikei Game Chapter 337: This **** running speed
"Sure enough, it is him!"
Han Fei thought of Feng Ziyu when a middle-aged man mentioned a big company. When the map of the dead building was not deleted by the shallow world of "Perfect Life", Feng Ziyu and his colleagues were the last to die. For the two testers in the Lou community, Butterfly Club is also easy to understand.
"Feng Ziyu is very low-key and doesn't communicate much with people. If it weren't for the occasional noise in his room, I would suspect that the upstairs is an empty room." The middle-aged man's face was full of regret: "I really don't I should be nosy. The fortune-teller told me long ago that forty years old is a hurdle, so I can do it for myself."
"It is better to improve your own abilities." Han Fei lifted the middle-aged man up: "Have your neighbor acted abnormally in the past few days?"
"I haven't seen him in the past few days. He seems to have not been out of the room. By the way! Some time ago, there were always knocks in the corridor at night, as if it was his door!"
"A knock on the door at night?"
"After midnight, I thought it was him who called for some service at night. I understood that he was single for so many years, so I didn't think much about it." The middle-aged man didn't dare to touch the clothes next to him, and stood cautiously on Han Fei Behind: "Apart from knocking on the door, there seems to be no other abnormalities."
"Do you remember where you woke up?" Han Fei wanted to push back and see if he could find useful clues where the middle-aged man woke up. After all, he was already in a coma. Something should have moved him in the cabinet.
"I don't remember, it's probably in that direction." The middle-aged man pointed behind him: "I panicked all the way and didn't pay attention, but I remember one thing, where I woke up, there were a lot of blankets on the ground. The torn blood jackets, all those clothes are written with black text."
In reality, Feng Ziyu is missing, no one can be seen alive, no corpse can be seen in the dead.
Looking at the last message he sent to Huang Ying, he should have been led into the depths of the dream by the butterfly step by step, and he also saw room 4444.
If room 4444 is the channel through which the butterfly connects reality and the deep world, then Feng Ziyu should be in the deep world now.
The uncle neighbor was an accident. For "things" like him that is not very useful, Butterfly may just discard him in the "closet passage" and let him fend for himself.
Han Fei tried to connect the limited information in his mind: "Reality, deep dreams, deep world...Is it possible that these three are connected in this way? In reality, people’s consciousness and dreams are connected to each other, and dreams Deep is connected to Butterfly’s room 4444, and room 4444 is connected to the deep world through a wardrobe passage? After all, the number of room 4444 is not the same as the number of any room in the dead building, and strictly speaking, it does not belong to the dead building. ."
"But then the question is, what is room 4444? Is it really a room?"
With the black box and soul-calling talents, for Han Fei, the entire "Perfect Life" game is like his room 4444.
As long as everyone has logged in to the game, they can be spirited after meeting certain conditions.
Think of it this way, what would Butterfly’s room 4444 be?
"It seems that I am limited by inertial thinking, but one thing can be inferred-if there is no room 4444 in the dead building, then maybe you can only enter that special room through the wardrobe passage.""
Thinking of this, Han Fei felt that he could not waste any more time. He wanted to find the exit as soon as possible while the exit button was on.
"Let's go, go to the place where you woke up first." Han Fei helped the middle-aged man and looked at the silent woman next to him: "Let's go together, I promise to help you find a child."
In the past, Han Fei, who was fearful of society, was most afraid of attracting attention in public, but now he always becomes the core of the team unknowingly.
In the face of the pressure of survival, he has long been reborn.
Walking through the blood suit, time slowly lost its meaning. The despair on the face of the middle-aged man became more and more intense, but whenever he thought of giving up, he always saw Han Fei's firm face.
He couldn’t find any fear in Han Fei’s face. This man, who was much younger than him, gave people a kind of stability. The confidence and indifference penetrated from his bones, as if he had it. With a winning hole card, you can leave this terrible world at any time.
Under the infection of Han Fei, middle-aged men and women are no longer so depressed, and there is also a very weak expectation in their hearts-maybe they can really find a way out.
There are more and more blood-stained clothes, and I don't know how far he has gone. Han Fei, who is at the back of the team, suddenly patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and then whispered a word in his ear.
"Don't look back, keep moving forward at a normal speed."
"What's wrong."
"Tell the woman who opened the way that there is a blood coat behind us that has been following us. It seems to be a monster disguised as a blood coat. You can let her speed up in a minute and see if you can get rid of the monster." Han Fei In a quick and peaceful tone, they uttered a very bad news. They were caught by the most difficult thing in the closet.
The middle-aged man truthfully relayed Han Fei's words to the woman. After dozens of seconds, the woman suddenly began to run wildly. The middle-aged man and Han Fei who had been prepared for a long time also ran forward together.
Knowing that he was discovered, the monster disguised in blood showed his original appearance.
Two blood-red arms came out of the sleeves, and a face covered with cloth appeared on the blood suit. The red cloth grew into the flesh, and the clothes became a part of it, just like it The skin is the same.
It is very fast, like a blood-red shadow, constantly narrowing the distance between Han Fei and them.
It didn't take long to run, and the difference in physical strength between the three survivors was clearly visible.
Han Fei didn't change his face and didn't use his full strength. The woman followed him closely, and the middle-aged man was panting~IndoMTL.com~ His legs were slowly working out.
Now as long as the middle-aged man is left behind, Han Fei and the woman can easily escape. With the size of the middle-aged man, it will be enough for the evil shadow to eat for a long time.
"Boom!"
Xu Shi was too scared. The middle-aged man with weak legs tripped over the pile of clothes on the floor.
When he fell over, the middle-aged man's face turned gray. At that moment, he was completely swallowed by despair, and a blood spot began to appear on his fairly clean clothes.
"Give me your hand!"
Han Fei kept observing the surroundings when he was escaping, but he couldn't help it. His experience of escaping was so rich that many things had become habits.
Seeing that the blood-clothed monster was about to catch up, Han Fei grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and dragged the opponent, only now began to really exert his strength.
With the blessing of the security patrol talent of the dead building, Han Fei's running speed is already a bit exaggerated. If passers-by see Han Fei running in the dark in the middle of the night, it is estimated that there is a high probability that he will think he has seen a ghost.