My Iyashikei Game Chapter 353: Warning after the crash of the dead building game

An increasingly strong smell of blood wafted in the elevator car with a lot of mold, and people in red clothes surrounded Han Fei in the center.

"What will happen if I don't go down?"

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor. As time went by, the body of the strange man in red was like a tree branch infused with blood. Her blood vessels and hair were tangled together, opened her skin, and began to spread towards the elevator wall.

If you continue to stay, I am afraid that there is only a dead end. Han Fei manipulates the game characters to walk out of the crowd.

After he left the elevator car, the silver-gray elevator doors slowly closed, and along the gap in the elevator doors, a group of people in red standing with their backs facing him could be seen.

Soon the elevator doors were completely closed, and the numbers on the display began to change rapidly.

Han Fei thought it would stop when the number reached "1", but unexpectedly, the number on the display turned into a negative number directly, and the elevator descended to the negative 18th floor in one breath.

"Does this elevator lead to the underground?"

After finally reaching the fourth floor, Han Fei didn't want to waste this opportunity, so he ran to room 4044 and secretly observed the door.

The 4044 room in the game on the fourth floor is different from the deep world. The door **** on the door is intact, and the opponent's head has not been cut off.

"I want to see what face this **** has."

Han Fei remembered all the key points. He quietly came to the door of room 4044. When he stared at the TV screen to watch the doorman, the doorman in the game suddenly blinked.

Its head seems to move, but it doesn't seem to move. Han Fei can't tell the strange feeling. He just feels cold in his back now.

Sitting back on the sofa, Han Fei looked at the screen again, and he finally realized something was wrong.

The door **** in the dead building game seems to be watching him, not at the game character controlled by Han Fei, but at Han Fei who is outside the screen through the TV screen.

"What technology is this?" Han Fei didn't know if it was an Easter egg or a trap. He tried to push the door of Room 4044. At the same time, a dialogue appeared on the game screen.

"Will you help me get my head back?"

Without any hint or warning, this dialogue just popped up abruptly, and there was obviously no NPC in the surroundings.

"Is the door **** talking?" Han Fei clicked on the dialogue, and an even more bizarre scene appeared. Three options appeared behind the dialogue box, but all three options were-unwilling.

"Room 4044 is the closest place to room 4444. Send my head back. I can help you end this endless nightmare."

"If you want to enter room 4044, you must do something for me. No matter what you choose, you will come back here eventually."

The dialogue in the dialog box is constantly changing, but the options are still unwilling, as if this is a fixed thing that cannot be changed.

"The evil you see must be evil, but the kindness you see must be goodwill? You are too close to the'God'. You should go behind the'God' and look at their backs. How brilliant their'divine nature' is, how filthy their human nature is. Help me, and I can tell you those unspeakable secrets."

Looking at the content in the dialog box, Han Fei was a little moved. It cannot be said that it represents a special level in the deep world. The door **** has something to say here.

"The headless door **** should really want to get his head back. When I go online next time, maybe I can use this to delay some time."

After hesitating for a while, Han Fei did not make a choice. He didn't like to take the path given by others. But if you don’t make a choice, the game will get stuck on this interface.

After trying for a long time, Han Fei remembered the face of the door god, and then chose to forcibly quit the game.

While he pressed the handle button, the game screen instantly became pitch black, and all the patterns disappeared.

"What's the matter? I have been playing for decades, but I have never encountered this kind of situation. Is there something wrong with the TV?" Zhuang Ren walked towards the TV in surprise.

"Don't go there! I seem to have triggered something."

A few seconds later, a pair of bleeding eyes appeared on the pitch-black TV screen. Those eyes were looming, as if they were very restricted and could not get out of the TV.

The shallow bloodstain centered on those eyes, slowly cracking around, and the fine bloodshots soon covered the TV screen, seeming to be trying to tear something apart.

The scene in front of him reminded Han Fei of the scene when he was conspiring. When he used his conspiracy ability, the system's attribute panel would be covered with bloodshots, and then torn from the middle, as if a ghost door was forcibly broken open.

"Too similar, how many secrets are still hidden in this game?"

Han Fei no longer regards "Perfect Life" as an ordinary game. It involves the existence of a black box. This game is inextricably linked to reality. It blurs the boundary between reality and virtuality. It breaks the barrier between the human brain and the computer, and combines life and death in a special way.

No one knows what secrets are hidden in the black box. Countless owners of it have never succeeded. Han Fei has a long way to go before opening the black box, but only these things encountered during the journey. Something is enough to subvert his cognition.

He has a hunch that he is slowly lifting the veil of the world and seeing a real world he has never seen before.

The TV screen was soon covered with bloodshot eyes. Those scarlet eyes stared at Han Fei, and finally burst open, and the blood mist turned into a sentence—this is the first warning, and death may come after three warnings. .

The blood characters quickly disappeared, and the dark game screen did not change anymore.

"Three warnings? When I try to tell others that the black box and the deep world exist, the black box in my mind will also give me a similar warning. After three warnings to no avail, the black box will explode in my head. My brain is dead."

Han Fei's eyes narrowed with his arms supporting his cheeks.

"The dead building game was made by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical when he was young. The black box in my mind was given to me by the brother of the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. When I got the black box, the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical had passed away. For some time. Is there such a possibility that although the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical has passed away, he has attached his consciousness to the black box? Or is he hiding in a certain layer of the black box?"

Han Fei is just guessing, without any clear evidence, he just feels that he is a small comedian, it is difficult to fight against a behemoth like Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

"The two brothers Fu Sheng were the previous owners of the black box. I have seen the memory of the building manager. The two brothers do exist. However, Zhuang Ren said that he had never seen the brother of the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, and said that Yongsheng The chairman of the pharmaceutical industry often talks to himself. I am curious about the relationship between the two brothers? One to explore the deep world, the other to open up the real world? One in consciousness, one in reality?"

Looking at the dark screen, Han Fei put down the gamepad: "One of the two brothers can see the future, but is the future he sees really the future? The world will follow the direction he sees. Is it developing?"

Han Fei didn't think that was the case. At least he opened both sides of the black box at the same time, and the Fu Sheng brothers shouldn't have thought of it.

"It's better to walk my own way."

Unplug the power, Han Fei forced the restart of the dead building game. Everything that happened just now seemed to be an illusion.

The character of the game reappeared in the happy community, surrounded by a warm and harmonious scene, only the protagonist of the game is wearing a blood-stained clothing.

"The role of the game has changed!"

Han Fei didn't do it anymore. He leaned on the sofa and stared at the game character silently. He felt that the dead building game was very similar to the manager task of the deep world.

Death again and again ~ IndoMTL.com~ Repeatedly, the memory of the game character may also be constantly lost. If it was not controlled by someone, he would have forgotten everything and changed from a game character to one of the games. NPC.

"You can go further by being manipulated? This game is made by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. Does he want to tell me that it is easier to maintain myself only by being a chess piece?"

Looking at the **** clothes of the game characters, Han Fei smiled indifferently: "I have been a supporting role for so many years since I was admitted to the Academy of Film and Television, and now I have finally reached the center of the stage, how can I let it go? At the mercy? Since this black box is given to me, it is mine."

"Han Fei, should you... go and meet my family first?" Zhuang Ren felt that he had been ignored. He walked directly in front of the TV this time, blocking Han Fei’s sight: "As long as I can go far Take a look at my family, let alone the dead building game, this house and my inheritance can be shared with you."

Seeing Zhuang Ren's resolute attitude, Han Fei is not good to continue playing, anyway, he has already got what he wants.

"Sure." Han Fei got up and turned off the game, and put the handle into the black box next to the video tape and emotional therapy device: "You put the game in it too, I will move the box away later. ."