My Iyashikei Game Chapter 523: Reproduce the **** night

"Simple innocence is the least needed thing in the deep world, so that hatred left you here."

"The orphanage on the ground is full of stench and resentment. All the children harbor malice. The nurses are expressionless monsters. The house is full of rubbish. Everyone is playing killing games; but the underground is like heaven. , All the normal and beautiful things in memory are hidden here, around you."

"You should be his sustenance."

Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him. At this moment, he thought of himself. The blood-red memory was imprisoned in the orphanage deep in his mind. Everything he could recall was normal.

"All the good?" The boy's voice came from the white house. He did not agree with Han Fei's view: "If you are the only one left in your world, even if you are surrounded by beautiful things, But will you really feel happy?"

Han Fei felt that the boy’s words meant that he would compare his heart to heart. Han Fei himself is now in a situation similar to that of the little boy.

The memory of childhood in his mind is not good, but it is not bad, but in order to find the truth, he still chooses to move towards the darkness.

After all, the false beauty is just a mirror image, just like the paintings on the walls of the orphanage. Although they look beautiful, they are just deceiving themselves.

"I probably understand what you think." Han Fei crouched in front of the white house: "You hope someone can find you, now I have found you; you want to see the real world outside, and so can I Help you. I do this more to tell you that we are not enemies. In a sense, we should be best friends."

The kid in the White House didn't reply for a long time. He seemed to be thinking about what Han Fei said.

"People who should have had a happy childhood life are gradually distorting autism under their so-called'cultivation'. You will become the way you are now. It is because of them that you stay alone in the white house." Han Fei knew After Xiao Bai Xie was a child in an orphanage, his hostility towards this child was not so great. Of course, the main reason was that the three hatreds of the plastic surgery hospital could not fight together at all, so he wanted to divide his opponents.

"My tragedy is because of them?"

"Yes, come out, don't shut yourself in the canvas anymore, the outside world has real scenery, I can take you to see it." Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him, he didn't know what the boy was doing. What was Shi's expression? He only knew that he had not deceived the boy in front of him. If the other party was willing to walk out of the enclosure, he would be happy to take the boy to find the real light in the dark night.

The boy did not reply. A long time passed until a crack suddenly appeared on the wall and the scream of ten fingers could be clearly heard in the room. At this time, the boy made his own decision.

"This orphanage is my last support. If I leave here, all darkness will be poured into my body. There will be no false thoughts to blind my eyes. I will see the most real and scariest things in this world. On the one hand..." The boy's voice was trembling: "Do you want to leave here?"

"Are you willing to be imprisoned in an artificial paradise, or are you willing to get rid of the shackles and come with me to see what is at the end of hell. I can’t guarantee that you will be saved, but I know you will stay here forever Can't get salvation either." Han Fei continued to persuade. As he talked with the boy, the white wall began to fall off, and the building shook a few times.

The ten fingers trapped in the painting seem to have started frantically resisting again.

"After I saw you, I developed an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I should be you." The boy's voice changed slightly from before, and he seemed to have finally made up his mind: "There is only one way to get out of here. , That is to kill everyone except me. Every child, every teacher, every life here is a part of me. They are all my distracting thoughts. Everyone has a number in common-024 .Only by killing them all, all my consciousness will return to the body and have the possibility of leaving this orphanage."

"Kill everyone before you can leave?" Han Fei was taken aback for a moment.

"There is only me in this underground. They are just distracting thoughts from me. This is the only way, because I know there is a person who does this, and he disappears into a blood-red night." Boy His voice is innocent and innocent: "Do you feel cruel? But some of those distracting thoughts merged with malice to become monsters who only know how to kill, and some are polluted by hate and become vicious lunatics. If they are ignored, then they will Kill more people."

"I didn't feel cruel, I just felt these things..." As long as Han Fei thinks about these things, the memory in his mind will be stained a little bit red.

He seemed to have made such a decision before. The person who disappeared into the **** night in the little boy's mouth seemed to be him.

Just listening to the boy say this, Han Fei's heart can no longer be calm, and the sound of wild laughter will appear in his ears from time to time, and the blood-red memory fragments are prying the entire ocean of memories little by little.

"Didn't you let me choose to leave?" Han Fei was silent when he heard the boy's rhetorical question.

He looked at the white house in front of him, at the pure white walls and clean and tidy buildings around him, as if he had gone back a long time ago. He seemed to stand from the perspective of a bystander, looking at himself in childhood.

"What are you going to do?"

"I will let my mother kill them. When I was imprisoned underground, only my mother was by my side. He was my only relative and would always be the one who loved me." The boy said As soon as it fell, Han Fei heard the crippling voice of his skin being pierced.

He turned his head to look, and the tattered puppet tore his belly apart, hiding a knife and a pure white heart in a pile of blackened cotton.

It pierced the little boy’s chest without any hesitation. The boy was still holding the puppet until the end. When he was killed, there was a trace of relief on his face: "Mom..."

The blood on the little boy fell on the white house, and the first blood flower bloomed on the pure white house. At the same time, there was a trace of blood on the pure white heart in the puppet's body.

Han Fei was still standing in the room full of rooms, while the puppet ran out with the sharp knife.

One after another screams rang in my ears, and there were more blood flowers on the white house, and the boy seemed to be about to dye the white house red.

All this is the same as the pictures Han Fei saw in his memory. The feeling that memory and reality overlapped made him trance.

The Scarlet Orphanage in the depths of his mind and the Orphanage No. 024 in front of him were shaking together, and the effect of the laughter on Han Fei became greater and greater.

"This is the Scarlet Night?"

Out of the room, Han Fei stared at the surroundings. The originally pure white corridor was already full of blood stains. The blood stains were flowing on the bright floor, and the beautiful illusion was pierced.

"Don't chase me! You monster! Don't come over!"

Han Fei followed the puppet. He saw a child in white clothes fall to the ground, and the puppet came closer with a sharp knife.

The child crawled on the ground, he grabbed everything around him and smashed it at the puppet.

But those things can't cause any harm to the puppet. The puppet is already scarred and used to all the pain.

"Monster! Get out!"

The boy yelled loudly and his face was full of fear. The monster passed into Han Fei's ears, into the orphanage that was slowly being dyed red.

"Monster?"

Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He smiled as if the corners of his mouth were torn apart.

As he laughed wildly, the chain of memory that bound the Scarlet Orphanage tightened again.

The puppet approached in the midst of the sound of the monster. Without hesitation, it pierced the boy with a sharp knife.

The white coat was dyed red, the white shoes were soaked in blood water, and a blood flower bloomed on the white orphanage, like a red flower of the other bank swaying in the wind.

Passing through the blood, the puppet slapped the door of the entertainment room. It slowly lost patience and smashed the glass on the door with a sharp knife.

The tattered body wrapped the slowly reddening heart, and the puppet crawled into the entertainment room with a knife.

"Don't hurt these kids!"

The childcare worker guarded the two children behind her. She grabbed the wooden horse in the entertainment room and stared at the puppet.

The children were crying, and the nurses were extremely scared.

"Why do you do this! We didn't hurt you! We didn't want to kill you! Many things that happen are accidents, don't be impulsive, don't go any further!"

The ear-piercing voice of the childcare worker overlapped with a voice in Han Fei's mind, sharp and crying, and mixed with fear.

It's too similar, Han Fei seems to have experienced everything that happened now.

The chain of memory in the depths of my mind rustled, and Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage walked forward with the puppets in the entertainment room.

There is no sympathy or pity in their eyes, and the white hearts on their chests are slowly being dyed red.

"Boom!"

Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage reached out and grabbed the door of the orphanage, and the puppet in the entertainment room raised the sharp knife in his hand.

"Run, you guys!"

The childcare worker asked the orphans to run quickly. She raised the wooden horse toy and waved it at the puppet with great effort.

The sharp knife kept slashing on the belly of the Trojan horse, and the hideous nicks seemed to be directly printed in Han Fei's eyes.

He has these in his memory! In his memory, the belly of the wooden horse toy in the recreation room of the orphanage was covered with knife marks!

Sawdust was flying around, and the childcare worker only persisted for a while before being killed by a sharp knife. Her blood flowed to the Trojan horse and infiltrated the wounds.

Han Fei raised his hand uncontrollably. He stretched out to the wooden horse toy, not knowing whether he wanted to stop the puppet from continuing to kill, or he wanted to catch the wooden horse that was almost identical to the memory.

Without exception, all the children who were seen became corpses, and the faces were reflected in Han Fei’s eyes. His pupils kept trembling, and the wild laughter in the depths of his mind was like ocean waves crashing over and over again. His sanity.

The two memories that I recalled at the beginning were only painful to Han Fei, but now these scenes awakened the despair deep in his mind.

All the children and teachers in the orphanage are distracted thoughts of No. 024. If he wants to leave here and regain control of his body, he must kill all distracted thoughts.

"Is that the same as me back then?"

A person is born with various emotions, but the laughter who is imprisoned in the Scarlet Orphanage only laughs. In order to get out of the cage, did he kill all other emotions?

"My personality is biased towards healing. When my emotions are devastated, there is a probability that they will slowly recover. Did the original experiment let me kill my emotions over and over again?"

"I lost my smile, but the man in the Scarlet Orphanage knows nothing but laughs. We..." Han Fei wanted to think rationally, but his mind was already occupied by wild laughter.

The figure in the Scarlet Orphanage was clutching the door, and the scene that Han Fei saw seemed to deeply irritate him, he wanted to come out!

Before playing "Perfect Life", Han Fei had no idea that he would encounter such a thing. As the memory in his mind gradually became red, his tough as iron will began to shake.

Laughter sounded in his ears, Han Fei even smelled the pungent **** smell, every piece of memory in his mind seemed to turn red!

Looking at the corpses on the ground, after every orphan is killed, their faces will become blurred, and the numbers on their clothes will slowly disappear.

Perhaps it was an illusion. The corpses of the children in Han Fei’s eyes began to look more and more like him. Affected by the blood red memory in his mind, Han Fei even felt that it was not No. 024’s distracting thoughts that were being slaughtered now, but constantly His age.

"Help us! We don't want to die! Can you help us?" The last remaining child in the underground orphanage ran up to Han Fei, his face full of horror and tears.

Seeing the child's helplessness and despair, Han Fei subconsciously stretched out his hand, he wanted to protect the child behind him.

There was no reason or reason, he just wanted to do it in accordance with his own nature, but his arm was only raised halfway and couldn't fall anymore.

The frantic laughter filled my ears, and the hysterical laughter carried a kind of unspeakable despair, and Han Fei's behavior was also affected.

Strongly suppressing the laughter, when Han Fei finally caught the orphan, the sharp knife had penetrated the other's body.

Blood flowed from his heart, and the child looked directly at Han Fei. His wide-open eyes were filled with the emotion that Han Fei was most familiar with—despair.

This time Han Fei saw it very clearly, the boy's body temperature was slowly dropping, and his face became more and more similar to Han Fei.

The corpse in front of me became a mirror, reflecting Han Fei's forgotten past.

He saw himself killed on the face of the corpse. Maybe it was just a distraction, but he did have his own emotions.

The blood splashed on Han Fei's body. It was warm and viscous. The flowing blood clearly exuded the breath of life, but whenever I saw it, there was always death.

Han Fei hugged the corpse unconsciously, and he looked around.

The laughter in the Scarlet Orphanage coincided with Han Fei's sight. When the white orphanage was completely stained red, the scene they saw became the same.

"Boom!"

The flowing blood dripped on the grass, and the blood stained the painted grass.

As the killing continued, more and more cracks appeared on the walls of the orphanage. The ten fingers locked in the painting saw the opportunity. He reached out and tore off the faces on his body, Still begging for mercy's cheeks stuffed into the black fire of hatred.

"Wait for me to go out, you will all die!"

The black fire burned, the paintings on the front wall were distorted, the figure of the ten fingers gradually became clear, and he walked out of the painting step by step.

The killing intent and hatred are intertwined. Ten fingers open the way with black fire. The paintings around him have completely changed shape. Each oil painting has become a thin rope of life. They are all entangled in the ten fingers. On the body, I want to force my fingers back into the painting.

"It will take a lot of time to get here from the hospital? You have no chance."

The ten fingers stretched his arms into the black fire, and he seemed to use himself to feed the black fire.

The flame of burning hatred became more heated. When the flame burned to the extreme, the ten fingers let the black fire explode directly!

Desperately, the black fire instantly destroyed the fictional beauty on the wall, and the underground orphanage also revealed its true appearance.

Cracks spread across the walls. The white walls were stained red, and there was blood everywhere. The black fire and foul-smelling blood scattered above the head continued to spill, as if black flowers were withering in the rain of blood.

"Bloody Night!"

Looking at everything in front of him, Han Fei's mind flashed countless pictures of memories that he had never had before, and strange faces appeared, and they died on the spot in various ways.

Han Fei couldn't stand his body firmly, his only remaining reason thought of a sentence-only the most desperate people can have a black box.

My mind was completely swallowed by blood red, and the **** orphanage that had been pressed deep in my mind was slowly emerging.

Han Fei’s good souls, ghasts and childhood memories desperately drag the three chains. They support Han Fei’s own personality. Goodwill allows Han Fei to understand love and tolerance, and maliciousness allows Han Fei to kill decisively and avoid being killed. Hurt, the only memory of childhood taught Han Fei to strive for happiness and brightness.

In the past, these three remnants of souls could help Han Fei suppress the deep laughter in his mind, but on this day, when a scene similar to the **** night appeared in front of Han Fei, his deepest memory was touched.

The despair, which has always been avoided by forgetting, is pouring out like a flood that bursts a bank.

"Han Fei!"

The spiritual altar was opened, and ghosts surrounded Han Fei. Those cold and terrifying ghosts looked at Han Fei with worry.

"So you guys are here too." Ten fingers closed their eyes, as if they were perceiving the surroundings. When he was sure that there was no other hatred around him, his reopened eyes were full of killing intent.

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible." Li Shao stared at his ten fingers coldly: "You were seriously injured in the department store, and most of your hatred has disappeared; after you escaped here, the hatred on your body has changed. Being absorbed by the orphanage, plus just now you forcibly consumed all the hatred Heihuo in order to leave the oil painting. You who have lost your hate Heihuo are no different from the top resentment."

The ten fingers are in a very poor state, but the hatred is still hate after all. Li Shao wants to make the ten fingers retreat, but he still underestimates the sinister and viciousness of the ten fingers.

"You are right. I can't ignite the black fire of hate for a short time. I am indeed no different from the more severe resentment, but even so, I have no problem killing you." Ten-finger eyes flashed After a trace of greed, he looked at the paper house deep in the room that was about to be completely dyed red: "I want to eat all of you."

A grinning smile appeared on his ugly face, and the two human faces on his ten fingers slowly shattered, and two extremely uncoordinated arms grew from his shoulders.

More terrifying things are still to come, all the remaining facial imprints on the ten fingers began to melt, and more and more things began to grow on his body.

Those limbs almost wrapped him into a ball of flesh, looking very weird.

"I will print your faces on your chest, so that you will never be freed!"

The body of Ten Fingers is swelling, and the black fire in his heart has almost been extinguished, but the remaining trace of hatred will still cause great damage to the resentment.

No matter how they attack, it is difficult for the owners of the dead building to hurt the vital points of the ten fingers, but as long as they are touched by the ten fingers, the soul will be torn off.

What's worse is that the ten fingers have a very strong recovery ability. He put the torn soul fragments directly into his mouth to recover the wounds he suffered.

"Stop him!"

All the neighbors spontaneously guarded Han Fei at the end. Li Shao and Cry first used their abilities to influence the Ten Fingers, but there was a gap between resentment and hatred, and their talents could hardly be effective for the Ten Fingers.

"Xu Qin, you take Han Fei back first, he is in a very wrong state!"

The neighbors almost used their bodies to fight for Han Fei, but Shi Zhi had long seen that Han Fei was the core, and he himself had a special hatred for Han Fei.

Whether it is in the shrine world or in the deep world, Han Fei has ruined his good deeds. If only one person can be killed at the scene, then the ten fingers will definitely choose Han Fei.

"Occupy your body, there should be a chance to get back the shrine!" The huge body of ten fingers rushed towards Han Fei, he hid his only remaining hatred on a certain arm, as long as he attacked with all his strength, ordinary resentment The soul will be scattered directly, and even a single blow will not be able to stop it.

Seeing the ten fingers rushing, Xu Qin pushed Han Fei away, the most bitter curse pouring out of the knife in her hand.

"Get out of the way!"

The arms on the ten fingers were entangled and grabbed Xu Qin. The hateful arm directly held Xu Qin's knife.

The curse couldn't hurt the hatred immediately, and Xu Qin was smashed to the ground.

The blood that implied the curse made Xu Qin's lips even brighter. She stared at her ten-fingered body and pierced a knife into her body.

"I really want to taste hatred."

The curse is like the most weird pattern, following the flowing blood, appearing everywhere in Xu Qin's body.

When the last knife pierced in, Xu Qin's sanity was completely swallowed by the curse. Hundreds of different curses were intertwined on her body, and her fingers had to look back at this moment.

"Take Han Fei first!"

Xu Qin’s voice sounded in the underground orphanage, and the shouts of neighbors continued to be heard. Han Fei stood in the rain of blood. This red-stained orphanage was very similar to the **** night in memory. But there are some differences.

On that desperate night, he was alone and could only hear his own voice.

But on this night, there are countless people waiting for him.

Laughter sounded in his mind, and the corners of Han Fei's mouth began to slowly rise. He didn't know why he killed before, but he now knows the meaning of his killing.

The **** memory is like a wave, constantly engulfing him. He struggled with all his strength, but occasionally when he was awake, he saw Xu Qin whose body was pierced by a knife, and didn't care about the firefly dragon whose soul was scattered in the forefront~IndoMTL.com ~ And crying with despair as a weapon.

"The **** night will no longer appear."

Han Fei made a choice under the impact of a lot of **** memories and despair.

In the depths of his mind, the evil soul desperately grasping the chain of memory understood it, and a trace of excitement flashed in his evil eyes.

"Since everyone is the same soul, why should we be bound?"

At the gesture of Han Fei, the evil spirit released his hand holding the chain of memory.

Good souls and childhood memories were instantly shaken by chains, and Han Fei's mind turned into a sea of ​​blood.

The crazy laughter came from Han Fei's mind, and the scarlet figure standing in the orphanage looked at a certain place, and his face slowly became clear.

At the same time, an exaggerated smile appeared at the corner of Han Fei's mouth. When he opened his eyes again, there was no more kindness and gentleness, no pain and despair in his eyes.