My Iyashikei Game Chapter 615: Personal show

The "red pigment" dripping on the back of Han Fei's head seemed to come from this red room. When it stained Han Fei, Han Fei felt a special connection with this room.

If the room is compared to a box, then he is the person locked in the box.

Never see the sun, have no concept of time, just keep repeating some desperate and painful things.

Clenching his hands tightly, bloodshot eyes appeared in Han Fei's eyes. He could feel his heart being stabbed, and the pain far exceeded the physical pain.

"I even forgot the despair I experienced, I just vaguely remember that feeling..."

Suddenly a low laugh came from the back of his head. The laughter seemed to be made by a child. He was ignorant of the world and only knew how to laugh. Over time, his smile began to contain various negative emotions.

Fear, grief, sadness, collapse, and then hysteria step by step, became something else entirely.

"He was always smiling, the first smile was used to heal, but after healed many, many people, his smile became frightening to everyone, and people started to be afraid, worried that one day he would kill Everyone!"

Standing in this blood-red room, Han Fei, who was immersed in hallucinations, understood the deep meaning of that weird laughter for the first time.

"Is that person me? But I have never smiled from the bottom of my heart?"

Memories flashed in his mind, and many small memory puzzles appeared in front of Han Fei.

Every time he exited the game, he would freeze in a blood-clotted city, and during that short exit time, there was another **** person standing behind him.

Han Fei couldn't see the figure and appearance of the person behind him clearly, but he clearly remembered that whenever the maniac laughter was released, the person standing behind him would have more emotions and become more like a living person. people!

This is true in the game, and a very special thing also happened in reality. .

Han Fei will never forget that once after quitting the game, he checked his mobile phone and accidentally found a photo of himself wearing a helmet playing the game in the mobile phone.

The doors and windows are closed, all locked, and there are still police guards outside. It is very difficult for a living person to sneak into his house under such circumstances, and take pictures of him with his own mobile phone while playing games here.

Han Fei has always wanted to know who the person who took the photo was, but he didn't have an answer. He didn't delete the photo that was taken, and kept it all the time.

"What is the relationship between Kuangxiao and me? Could it be that he has been looking at me? Or is he hiding in a black box?"

The black box appeared earlier than the laughter, so Han Fei was the first to deny this guess.

The more he thinks, the messier his brain becomes, and now he is eager to know the truth.

"Do you know the answer? Have you ever seen the people in the blood-red room!" Han Fei yelled at the children beside the operating table. Those children all lost themselves. Like commodities with personalities, after being stripped of their personalities, they become useless waste, and they don’t even have the face to be a ghost.

Hearing Han Fei's voice, some children walked towards Han Fei. Xia Yilan on the operating table took advantage of this opportunity and shouted like crazy, her face was completely deformed.

"Take me away! I know the red room! There is only one real red room, and that room is used to extract the characters of children, and all operations are done in that **** room!"

After Xia Yilan finished speaking, black and red blood flowed from her mouth, and her flawless face seemed to be cracked.

"Help me! Save me! The red room is underground, I have been there! I can take you to the real red room!"

The children smeared red cakes on her face and kept stuffing them into her mouth. Xia Yilan, who has always been unable to make subtle expressions because of face changes, showed her deepest understanding of fear this time , Her scream almost pierced Han Fei's eardrums.

Actively immersed in hallucinations, Han Fei, who was dominated by those weird things, also became a little more awake.

"Okay, I believe you again."

Han Fei grabbed Xia Yilan's calf, trying to pull Xia Yilan towards him.

The little ghosts without facial features all rushed over when they saw that Han Fei was going to **** him.

Pairs of small hands covered with blood cake grabbed Han Fei, and the red "human blood cake" was smeared on Han Fei's body.

But strangely, he didn't feel pain or madness, but just felt an inexplicable sadness.

Indistinctly, he seemed to hear the cries of children.

The blood-red curse text appeared directly on Han Fei's clothes. A child who called himself number "4" left a curse full of hatred and malice. He wanted to make his room the first Two blood-red rooms, he longed for the blood-red room, dreamed of being the next person to live in the blood-red room, but unfortunately he couldn't do it at all.

When the blood words began to surface on Han Fei's body, he was really affected for the first time.

Different from the psychological hints that the butterfly kept giving him back then, child No. 4 kept calling, and then the fragmented blood-red memories in his mind began to actively respond.

Before in the deep world, Han Fei didn't think there was anything wrong with those **** memory fragments, but when they were awakened by the curse words of child No. 4, Han Fei found that his past childhood memories seemed to be completely torn apart Generally broken.

"Are all my childhood memories false?"

The seed of doubt has long been planted, and it is taking root and sprouting under the catalysis of **** memory.

The feeling of denying the past was extremely painful and tormented. The children continued to smear new "cakes" on Han Fei's body, as if they were using their own flesh and blood to celebrate Han Fei's new life.

"Take me away..." Xia Yilan had already yelled out her throat, she was about to die.

Enduring the tearing feeling in his mind, Han Fei picked up Xia Yilan and ran out of the blood-red room.

Leaving that room, the severe pain in the back of Han Fei's head gradually subsided, but the oppression that enveloped his heart and mind did not dissipate.

He really can't remember what happened in his childhood. This feeling that he has experienced but can't remember, has worn away his disguise in front of the audience little by little.

Yes, he is deceiving the audience just like any other actor.

It's just that other actors are deliberately acting bold and brave in front of the audience, while Han Fei is constantly suppressing himself, trying not to let himself be too outrageous in front of the audience.

"I can't suppress it anymore, since this is the case, let it be."

Han Fei's eyes changed almost instantly. Xia Yilan dared to feel suffocated by the pressure from the underworld.

Stepping forward, Han Fei was about to go downstairs, but the security door at the end of the corridor was pushed open.

A tall security guard appeared in the safe passage holding two sharp knives.

He was covered in red "death" all over his body, standing in the darkness.

The security guard's mobile phone vibrated, and someone seemed to have sent a message at this time, and a hurried siren sounded outside the building.

Han Fei didn't know what was going on outside. Normally, at this time, the best way was to find a place to hide and stall for time.

But Han Fei stared at the lunatic covered in dead characters. Five fingers pierced the corpse's heart, firmly grasping the scar made by the sharp knife.

Plasma slid down his shoulders, stuck to his arm, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

A group of ghosts surged behind him in the dark. He seemed to have made the night into clothes, walking in the shadows after the lights went out.

The torrential rain beat against the windows crazily, and the glass shattered.

Amidst the constant sound of sirens, the wind mixed with rain blew his hair.

Lightning strikes!

The instant light outlined his outline, and everyone saw a pair of cold and dangerous eyes.

On the dark corridor, the oppressive atmosphere was torn apart, and darkness collided with darkness!

Boom!

The whole side of the safety door fell down, and the murderer, who had death written all over his body, was thrown far away just like that.

Xia Yilan and the tall security guard of the bewitched boss opened their mouths. Their expressions were surprisingly consistent, and they didn't expect such a result.

The current Han Fei is no longer the Han Fei who was hunted down by butterflies. After two missions to inherit the shrine, he has spent a long time in the game. It's different from before.

"Let's go underground now and tell me where the real old red room is!" Han Fei rushed into the safe passage and ran very fast.

"It's, it's underground." Xia Yilan felt that she was a little more awake, but she trembled even more when she spoke.

"Be more specific!" Han Fei was anxious. An alarm sounded outside. Maybe someone would come in soon, and it would be very troublesome to do something else.

"Four underground floors, the innermost corridor!" Xia Yilan subconsciously answered Han Fei's question.

Running all the way, Han Fei soon came to the first floor.

"Han Fei, Han Fei! Can you put me down, you don't have to take me there with you!" Xia Yilan seemed to be very taboo about entering the underground of the plastic surgery hospital, but Han Fei had no intention of letting go. I don't trust Xia Yilan too much.

"Several other actors seem to have come to this place too."

Looking at the messy shoe prints on the ground and a lost sneaker, Han Fei could already imagine the embarrassment of those colleagues being chased.

"It just so happened that I was concerned about their safety, so I ran to save them with all my strength."

Red paint was splashed in every corner of the ground, and the oil painting on the wall seemed to be blinking. Xia Yilan screamed in despair, and was carried into the third basement by Han Fei.

Hearing screams and wailing, Han Fei was sure that the actors were also trapped on the fourth underground floor.

Kicking away the debris in the middle of the corridor, Han Fei looked down through the gap in the middle of the handrail of the stairs, and the light of the mobile phone could not shine to the end at all.

"Don't go down, really don't go down! Impulse is dead!" Xia Yilan tried desperately to persuade, but it was useless.

"The other actors may be in danger. You asked me to leave them and run away?" Han Fei spoke loudly, loud enough for everyone in the live broadcast room to hear clearly.

That's right, after the others left him and ran for their lives alone.

When other people were in danger, Han Fei ran back to save those who had abandoned him, regardless of the previous suspicions and the danger of his own life.

While shocking, it is also touching and respectful.

Xia Yilan couldn't say anything for a while, she thought for a long time before coming up with a rebuttal, but Han Fei had already reached the fourth basement floor.

There is no camera installed on this floor, which is outside the script, but it doesn't matter, Han Fei brought his own camera.

He used the security camera as his own eyes. Although the signal on the fourth basement floor was very poor, he could still see some of the rebroadcast images vaguely.

"What a strong breath."

Using the mobile phone light to illuminate, the entire four underground floors are covered with red oil paintings. People who enter this floor will definitely be stained with that red "pigment".

"How long have the three guys from the plastic surgery hospital stayed here?"

Blood-red windows were painted on the dry and cracked walls, and red grass and flowers were painted on the ground. It was like a painted red paradise.

It looks like a paradise, but the feeling it brings is indescribable, as if a living person has walked into a nightmare, or the kind of nightmare that can never be escaped.

"The plastic surgery hospital was suddenly abandoned, is there some reason for the existence of these things?"

The place that ordinary people feel uncomfortable makes Han Fei feel very familiar. Standing in the little blood-colored paradise drawn by the painter, the memories of childhood in his mind are slowly fading.

As if he had returned to the deep world, the special temperament on his body was completely revealed.

"Home?"

A word that he had mentioned countless times but never owned, flooded into his mind.

But then he shook his head ~IndoMTL.com~ and said silently in his heart: "A place without family members, no matter how similar the building is, it is not a home."

Contradictory thoughts appeared in his mind, and Han Fei listened to the screams in the corridor, and walked into the depths of the corridor.

There are more and more blood-colored oil painting windows, and the things in the windows are becoming more and more complicated. Stimulated by the viscous "red paint", Han Fei's eyes become more and more dangerous.

Continuing forward, Han Fei saw Li Huang and the others when he was still more than ten meters away from the end of the corridor.

"Why are there only three of you left?"

"Don't come here! Han Fei!" Li Huang's face was pale, and she seemed to have collapsed from fright. After hearing Han Fei's voice, she yelled loudly.

"Hurry up! That thing is near here!" Li Huang's voice was hoarse, but no matter how much she shouted, Han Fei kept walking.

"You will die! Save us and you will die! Go back!" Li Huang's expression gradually became frightened, and she pointed to an oil painting on the wall next to Han Fei: "That thing is there! "

When she screamed, Han Fei had already reached the end of the corridor and stopped in front of several people.

"Why did you come here to die?" Li Huang sat on the ground, the fear she had never experienced broke her heart several times: "We abandoned you and ran away, and you came back to save us? We killed you I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"It's okay." Han Fei looked at Wu Li and Arlene who had already fainted, and then turned to look at the **** oil painting: "Actually, you can pull me into the abyss together, maybe I will Do you like this feeling?"

Han Fei's voice came out of his ears, and Li Huang, who was frightened and collapsed, looked at Han Fei's face in a daze.

The current Han Fei was completely different from before. His depression and sickness were swept away, and his deeply hidden wildness and madness were revealed.