My Iyashikei Game Chapter 536: Why do they want to kill me?

Malicious people wantonly bullied the sick kitten, kicked him, insulted him, and threw stones and garbage on him.

The kitten crawled forward with difficulty, he didn't ask for help, he seemed to know that no one would help him.

Drag the body, and the kitten took care of the deceased under the body.

When he buried his head in the mud, the beating and cursing stopped suddenly, and he looked towards the entrance of the alley.

The dim light of the street lamp shone on a man. He seemed to have arrived in such a hurry that his shirt was not buttoned properly.

"Another messed up."

"Kick the car? I bought a new car, you dare to kick it?"

"You're looking for death! Hit him!"

A group of punks who called themselves Lao Tzu rushed towards the entrance of the alley.

"There is garbage everywhere, so it is right to choose two sides of the black box."

Han Fei's body was completely submerged in the shadows. He had never been so angry before. After seeing Fu Sheng being bullied like this, that kind of anger rushed into his brain instantly.

The gangster with dyed purple hair ran at the front. He was arrogant, as if torturing and beating others was a very happy thing, as if doing so would make him look very powerful.

Waving his fist, Zi Mao wanted to smash the bridge of Han Fei's nose, but his speed was too slow.

Before he got close, he was kicked on the knee by Han Fei.

The center of gravity was out of balance, and when Zimao was about to fall, the fist he swung was caught in Han Fei's hand.

The fist with smoke scars and rings can no longer move forward.

Zi Mao looked up, and he saw a terrifying look in his eyes that he would never forget in his life.

Han Fei, who walked into the shadow of the alley from under the streetlight, looked like a hungry lion. The murderous intent in his eyes was about to devour people, but there was still a smile on his mouth.

Locking Zimao's arm, Han Fei bent back, and Zimao's screams resounded through the alley instantly.

Zi Mao was in pain, but Han Fei didn't stop. In front of the other gangsters, he broke Zi Mao's arms bit by bit, and then kicked him onto the garbage dump.

The whole process only took three seconds. Seeing that Zimao's arms were twisted into twists, the other gangsters were too frightened to go any further.

"So many people beat me, don't you dare to go up?"

Han Fei's gaze carried an indescribable sense of oppression. The two gangsters who ran in the front did not dare to move, while the gangster standing behind quietly took out a pocket knife from his pocket.

When Han Fei walked forward, the three gangsters behind rushed towards him together.

They shouted one by one to embolden themselves, and the last man held the knife tightly with his hand hidden in his sleeve.

He looked at Han Fei with vicious eyes, but was surprised to find that Han Fei was also staring at him. The man's eyes seemed to be able to see through his heart.

Only a few meters away from Han Fei, the last gangster suddenly accelerated, drew a pocket knife from his sleeve, and stabbed Han Fei.

Grabbing the heavy trash can next to it, Han Fei threw it at the gangster.

The trash blocked his view, and the gangster subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop him. He blocked the trash can, but after the trash can fell, Han Fei hit him directly in the face with a heavy punch.

The head is dizzy, and the gangster falls to one side.

Han Fei grabbed the gangster and dragged him like a dead dog.

"I, Fu Yi, am a **** who deserves death, so please don't treat me as a good person."

Break off the fingers of the gangster holding the knife one by one. Hearing his screams, Han Fei dragged his body towards the other gangsters.

He smiled, but his tone was shockingly cold.

"All those who beat him, don't even think about leaving."

In the dark back alley, there were endless screams, and Han Fei didn't even give those gangsters a chance to call the police.

When the last gangster fell into the garbage dump, crying and begging for mercy, Han Fei walked towards Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng, who was curled up on the ground, had already stood up. His body was covered in mud and shoe prints, but the photo frame he was protecting on his chest was completely intact.

Fu Sheng didn't say hello to Han Fei. He walked out of the darkness with the photo frame in his arms, and approached the streetlight at the entrance of the alley step by step.

Arranging the white bouquets on the ground, Fu Sheng put the girl's photos away, and he bent down to pick up the scattered goods back into the bag.

Finally, he put two new bottles of yogurt in front of the photo. He stood silently for a while, then walked towards home with the bag.

The child looked very lonely, he seemed to be the most unusual existence in this world.

After walking a few steps, Fu Sheng stopped again. He turned around slowly and looked at Han Fei who was standing in the shadow of the alley.

Opening his mouth, Fu Sheng said the first sentence to Han Fei: "There is a faceless woman standing behind you. She wants to kill you."

After finishing speaking, Fu Sheng carried the bag and walked towards home without looking back.

"It seems that Fu Sheng can indeed see ghosts."

Han Fei walked out of the alley, he didn't chase directly to go home with Fu Sheng, he knew that Fu Sheng still hated him very much.

Sitting next to the girl's posthumous photo, Han Fei looked at the intact photo, and then at Fu Sheng, who was covered in mud.

"Even if I was beaten like that, I still have to protect a ghost I don't know. Why would such a Fu Sheng choose the path of destroying the deep world?"

People are constantly bullying Fu Sheng, bringing him pressure and pain, thinking that he is a lunatic, and hurting him all over, but Fu Sheng finally chose to protect people.

"When he made that decision, it must have been very painful."

In Fu Sheng's memory world, Han Fei saw him working hard to protect all kinds of ghosts, which was completely different from Han Fei's previous impression of Fu Sheng.

"No matter what kind of person he is, I want to protect him now, he is my child." Han Fei looked at his blood-stained hands: "No one carried the weight for him before..."

After Fu Sheng went upstairs, Han Fei yelled into the alley again: "If I find any defects in the photo outside, you guys will be dead."

After finishing speaking, Han Fei walked towards the community. When he returned home, Fu Sheng had locked himself in the room again.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning. He said a word to me today, which is a breakthrough."

Han Fei was in a good mood. When he changed his shoes, he found that his wife's shoes were placed at a different angle than before: "She went out too?"

Pretending not to know anything, Han Fei quietly opened the bedroom door. Seeing that his wife was still sleeping on the bed, his movements became more gentle.

Getting under the quilt, Han Fei was about to sleep when he suddenly heard a system prompt.

"Player number 0000, please pay attention! Your wife's hatred for you will be reduced by one."

"Hate reduced by one?" Han Fei was a little surprised. He didn't know what he did that touched his wife, or maybe it was the sum of all the things that finally reduced his wife's murderous intent.

"Although it's only a little less, it's already a very good start." Han Fei lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

The tense nerves were relaxed, and his tired body slowly recovered. Han Fei slept until dawn.

The curtains were drawn and the sun shone on his face. When Han Fei opened his eyes, he saw his wife standing at the door.

"I'm going to be late for work."

"Okay, I'll get up now." Han Fei got up from the ground, quickly folded the quilt and mattress, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, the woman had already served the rice.

"Your foot is hurt, just tell me and let me do it."

Han Fei finished his breakfast deliciously, looked at the clock on the wall, and found that there was still time: "You can rest at home today, I will send Fu Tian to the kindergarten."

"No, go to work." The woman handed Han Fei the organized briefcase and sent him to the door: "Are you going home for dinner tonight?"

"I'm coming back to cook tonight, you should have a good rest, don't move around, let's get well first." Han Fei walked out of the room with his briefcase in hand: "Let's go."

"Be careful on the road."

"Okay."

Han Fei walked in the sunshine and took the elevator downstairs.

This time he learned to be smart. When leaving the community, he first looked around for suspicious vehicles.

Be careful all the way, and finally arrived at the company before nine o'clock.

"I'm not late today, it's worth celebrating."

When Han Fei came to the office, all four of his subordinates had already started working.

"We get off work when it's time to get off work, but we have to work hard during work hours and don't touch fish." Han Fei returned to his seat, he turned on the computer, and was about to play a game of Plants vs. Zombies when Li Guoer suddenly walked over .

"Team leader, this is modified according to your design requirements." Li Guoer handed the printed document to Han Fei, which contained patterns and corresponding annotations.

Probably the main storyline of the game is a story about a scumbag dating five women at the same time, and after the incident is revealed, he is chased and killed by five women and two female ghosts.

There are sweet interactions, warm daily life, and welfare pictures, but more of them are horror and thrillers.

Han Fei looked at it, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. In the patterns drawn by Li Guoer, the hero died more and more miserable every time, and she really poured all her emotions into making it.

Standing next to Han Fei, Li Guoer leaned down, and she said pointedly: "Leader, I drew seven different endings and gave this scumbag seven different ways to die. But The game can't all end like this, but I can't figure out how to operate such a scumbag in order to survive."

"Hiss... I also think he should be dead, but we are making games after all, we still have to give players a little chance, even if it is a gleam of light, at least let players have something to look forward to " Han Fei put down the file: "Everyone is doing a good job, let's stop what we're doing first, and briefly discuss how the scumbag actor can survive."

Han Fei mainly wanted to ask Li Guoer this question. He didn't want to be killed suddenly while he was at work.

In the death method Li Guoer drew just now, it included pushing the scumbag down the stairs, or the scumbag was stabbed through the neck with scissors while he was taking a nap at his desk, etc.

At first, Han Fei wasn't that scared, but after seeing this, he really panicked.

"I thought about it for a long time last night, and it seems that the hero has no chance of surviving." The elder brother who watered the fake tree yesterday looked at everyone: "Besides, I really want the hero of this game to die. They are still single now, this guy is dating five women at the same time, and he has a wife himself, md, this kind of person must die!"

Han Fei scratched his head: "When you think about the problem, don't substitute yourself. You have to think about the problem from the perspective of the player, understand? The player is playing the role of the scumbag, and now you have to think about it from the perspective of the scumbag." Think about what he can do to have a chance to survive."

"If I were that scumbag..." Brother False Tree pondered for a while, "It's better to kill yourself than worrying about it every day. I've enjoyed it anyway."

"Negative, your thoughts are too negative."

"I've already dated five women, what else do I care about?"

No one in the office spoke, and finally Li Guoer put forward his opinion: "I think that scumbag will die no matter what he does, and his best ending should be to choose a less painful way of death, and Try to reduce the women's hatred for him as much as possible before dying."

"It makes sense, you continue to talk." Han Fei was going to write down what Li Guoer said, and use the method she taught to alleviate her hatred of him.

"The damage has already been done. Even if the wound heals, it will leave ugly scars. There is no way in the world that can perfectly remedy the past. If I am one of the women hurt by him, I really have no way to forgive him. I The limit that can be achieved is to kill him without causing him some pain." Li Guoer didn't say any specific solution, she pushed her glasses lightly, and slowly sat back on her seat .

"Little Guoer, you are so kind." Brother Fake Tree stretched out a finger and swayed it left and right: "If I were the woman who was bullied by the scumbag, I would definitely **** his lower body. Killing him is still uncomfortable! Team leader, why do you keep looking at me? Do you also think what I said makes sense, as expected, men understand men better!"

"It does make sense. Let's keep working, let's try to come up with the plan today." Looking at the computer screen, Han Fei suddenly felt that Plants vs. Zombies was no longer fun. Li Guoer couldn't stop the cold air coming from his back.

The ways of dying that Li Guoer painted are so real, it feels as if she had carefully planned them.

"My charm is already minus thirteen, why do I still meet such a task?"

Gripping his hair, Han Fei was in distress when there was a knock on the office door.

"Fu Yi? It's time for you to clean the utility room. You haven't cleaned it for several months." A middle-aged man with fair skin appeared at the door. He was dressed very casually, with a hint of smugness on his face.

"Octopus, don't go too far, you have always cleaned the utility room." Brother False Tree stood up.

"We used to be responsible for these fringe projects, so we had time. Now we work overtime to develop immortality, how can we have time to do those chores?" The middle-aged Bai Jing waved his hand: "Sister Qian also agreed. Go find her."

The octopus left after speaking, his expression was very hateful.

"This dead octopus kicked its nose on its face!"

"Okay, okay, the four of you can continue working. Make sure the plan early, and I'll go to the utility room." Han Fei got up and left his seat. He didn't want to sit with Li Guoer too much. Now there is just an excuse.

Walking toward the depths of the corridor, few people came to the utility room and archive room, and the surrounding area was very quiet.

"The mood value has not decreased, and it is safe for the time being." Han Fei pushed open the door of the utility room, and saw all kinds of things piled up in a mess, including boxes of documents, manufactured prop models, and Broken computer screen, etc.: "This is too messy."

Entering it, Han Fei just took two steps before realizing something was wrong: "The shelf seems to be a little tilted. Why are those heavy-looking props and models placed on top of the shelf?"

Han Fei had been working behind the scenes before acting, and he knew very well that such a placement would pose a safety hazard.

"It feels like this was done on purpose. That middle-aged man named Octopus wants to harm me?" Han Fei closed the door of the utility room: "No, he seemed to have mentioned Sister Qian before, let us come here to clean up Maybe it was Zhao Qian who signaled it."

Observing the various items in the utility room, Han Fei moved forward a little bit, and soon he discovered the problem.

There are bundles of colored ribbons hidden under the pile of shredded paper on the ground, and the end of the colored ribbons just hangs on the container.

Finding the broom behind the door, Han Fei brushed away the waste paper in front of the ribbon, and there were various plastic props~IndoMTL.com~some of them looked like unsharpened knives.

Under normal circumstances, those props will definitely not be able to hurt people, but if they accidentally fall down, those props may directly penetrate into the body.

"Who wants to kill me?"

"Li Guo'er and the girl in the skirt are both attacking directly, holding the idea of ​​dying together, but the person who wants to kill me is different. She hates me extremely and wants me to die, but she is very rational .”

The figure of Zhao Qian appeared in Han Fei's mind. That mature and delicate strong woman is still single.

"No way? I don't have any ambiguous chat records related to her in my phone. Could it be that those records were deleted by me at her request?" Han Fei looked at the phone, his Adam's apple rolling: "The subordinate wants Kill me, the leader also wants to kill me?"

Zhao Qian is a few years older than Fu Yi, shrewd and mature, with rich experience. If she also wants to kill Fu Yi, she will definitely not show any killing intention on the surface.

"It's easy to dodge an open spear, but hard to defend against a hidden arrow. I'll have to be more careful in the future."

Han Fei took a broom and vigorously picked up the ribbons on the ground. The unstable container on the left fell towards the middle aisle, and all the things on the top of the shelf fell down.

"Head, lower body, cheeks, the placement of those props has been tested many times..."

There was a loud noise, and footsteps outside the house immediately sounded, and Han Fei also fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, the door of the utility room was pushed open, and the first person to enter was indeed Zhao Qian.

Sexy and mature, she looked directly at the container for the first time, but there was nothing underneath.

Then she looked to the side and found Han Fei who seemed to be frightened.

She quickly squatted down and looked at Han Fei with great concern: "Are you okay?"

The corners of Han Fei's stiff mouth twitched slightly, and he nodded: "Well, I'm not dead." To be continued