My Iyashikei Game Chapter 616: Number 4
Chapter 617 Number Four
Li Huang has worked hard in the entertainment industry, and has seen all kinds of people and disgusting things. She hides all her fragility deep in her heart, and then uses a thick Armor to arm yourself.
She thought that she would become more and more tough, but she didn't expect that in this dark abandoned hospital, there was a lazy, sexy, and evil soul who could break all her defenses so easily.
Looking at Han Fei's side face, rumors related to Han Fei emerged in Li Huang's mind.
After meeting for real, she realized that those rumors were not exaggerated, but were too euphemistic.
There are no cameras installed on the third and fourth floors of the basement, and this is a venue outside the script. If the audience wanted to see what happened, they could only rely on the tiny camera that Han Fei fixed on him. But when something went wrong with the oil painting, Han Fei reached out and took off the last camera.
How terrible an actor can become without the supervision of the audience, the answer to this question is only known to a very few "lucky ones".
Red paint slid down the ceiling, and the oil paintings all came alive under the nourishment of blood. In the painting, some deformed children stuck their heads out and looked at the plastic surgery hospital shrouded in darkness.
This hellish scene made Li Huang scream, and she was almost suffocated. In her opinion, no one can face such fear.
But whenever she was about to collapse, her gaze would always turn to Han Fei. Even in this situation, Han Fei still stood in the dark.
"Isn't he afraid of this emotion?"
Holding the corpse prop in his hand, Han Fei stopped in the middle of the corridor. Every shrine mission would tear up his consciousness and reassemble it, sharpening his will like a blade.
In reality, hatred is very restricted. Even Butterfly can only constantly defeat and manipulate a person through psychological hints. People with a strong will like Han Fei are what Butterfly fears most.
Because they will never be easily shaken, that heart will always be loyal to themselves.
Although Han Fei was covered in blood paint and immersed in hallucinations, his consciousness was still very clear.
The young man who was hunted down by perverted outsiders can now use various forces to kill the seriously injured hatred.
The knife that he swung with a wild laugh not only extinguished the black fire of the ten fingers, but also shattered the fear of hatred in Han Fei's heart.
“Butterfly never kills himself, what about you?”
Han Fei stared straight at the other side of the corridor. In the thick darkness, a tall and thin man walked out.
He is taciturn, wears a painter's clothes, and holds a small bucket full of "red paint" in his right hand.
This is not the first time that Han Fei and the painter have met. In fact, the hatred of the plastic surgery hospital has been looking for people related to the butterfly. They want to find out what happened in the dead building.
As the most mysterious hatred in the plastic surgery hospital, the painter knows a lot of things, and he is also very aware of the specialness of the dead building, because that area used to be a place where someone grew up.
"You have missed your only chance." Han Fei said bluntly. Before Xu Qin became hatred, the three hatreds in the plastic surgery hospital could easily crush the dead building, but now the situation has been reversed.
The faceless woman was about to lose her soul, and the kindness of the little white shoes was controlled by Han Fei. The dead building area was not counted by the mirror god, and it also had the hatred of two people. The plastic surgery hospital was no longer capable of destroying the dead building.
On the long corridor full of oil paintings, Han Fei and the painter stood on both sides of the corridor, and no one was in a hurry to start.
Han Fei watched the painter's every move, and the painter was also silently looking at Han Fei, as if he wanted to make sure of something.
After a long time, the painter raised his left hand and tore off the sleeve on his right arm.
There is a gouged wound on the pale arm, which seems to be a number "4".
This wound has not healed, and the black blood oozing from the wound will continue to drip into the small bucket held by his right hand.
“The red paint used by the painter is actually his own blood?”
Han Fei recalled the curse text he had read before, and he stared at the number 4 wound on the painter's right arm: "What is the relationship between you and Orphan No. 4? If you are friends, then maybe we shouldn't fight each other , because the person he most yearns for and wants to be is me.”
Han Fei made a plan before quitting the game. He was going to find an opportunity to negotiate with the plastic surgery hospital's hatred in a neutral place department store, so he had to try his best to avoid avoidable fights.
After hearing Han Fei's words, the painter's expression remained unchanged. He seemed to have lost all human emotions and integrated everything about himself into the painting.
The black blood dripping from the wound of number 4 fell into the small bucket, and the viscous red "pigment" in the bucket gave off a special rancid smell. If emotions can fester, that smell must be all kinds of emotions The smell of decay after death.
The children in the oil painting dare not approach the painter, like a kind and kind father who suddenly got drunk one day and swung around with a kitchen knife.
The faceless child hid around. The painter put his left hand into the small bucket. After stirring, he used his left hand to draw a window on the ground.
The other side of the window is a dark city with tall buildings everywhere, and there are extremely terrifying things hidden in each building.
Han Fei saw this painting once when he was saving Ugly Scar. The oil painting seemed to be connected to another world. Once he fell into it, he couldn't come back.
The silent painter finished the oil painting, and then he held down the window he had drawn with one hand and pushed it in hard.
An unimaginable thing happened, the painted window was pushed open!
A cold wind blows from the drawn window, the temperature drops sharply, all kinds of screams and howls of monsters seem to ring in my ears, and there is a nightmare hidden behind that window.
After the painter finished all this, his eyes that were numb to everything looked at Han Fei, and he raised his left hand that was covered in "red paint."
On the fourth basement floor of the plastic surgery hospital, all the windows of the oil paintings painted on the walls were opened, and the faceless children who were playing outside the windows jumped over the window sills and ran out one by one.
They lost themselves, chasing false pleasures, like a group of walking dead trapped in a paradise.
There are so many oil paintings underground in the plastic surgery hospital, it is estimated that the painter himself did not count how many paintings there are.
In the past, he could do nothing about the situation of those children. He could only draw thirty-one windows for them. Now he can’t change anything. After returning to this abandoned place, he can only draw the outside of the windows over and over again. But no matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window is, the children watching that scenery will never come back.
"Han Fei!" Li Huang reminded loudly from behind, her voice was almost broken.
Uncountable faceless children came to Han Fei. They tore at Han Fei's body, trying to drag Han Fei to the window drawn by the painter.
Looking at the faces of the children, when Han Fei came into contact with them, hysterical laughter came from the depths of his brain.
This laughter is very sick, containing madness, but if you listen carefully, you can also feel an indescribable sadness.
A child with a healing personality has turned into a lunatic who can only laugh wildly, and when he grows up, he has even become an adult who has lost his smile.
"Is this the most successful personality? Or the most unsuccessful personality?"
Under the double influence of the laughter and the children, Han Fei approached the black window step by step.
The children who had lost themselves hoped that Han Fei would become like them. The wild laughter gradually grew louder, and Han Fei was getting closer and closer to the window.
Three meters, two meters...
Han Fei's footsteps finally stopped only a few centimeters away from the window. He and the painter stood at both ends of the window, as if they were people from two different worlds.
"If you met me one night earlier, I'm afraid my will would not be able to stop these things, and I would be pushed into the window by them and locked in the dark."
The task of inheriting the shrine is the cruelest temper and test of the will. Han Fei's consciousness and body were torn apart in Fu Sheng's shrine. Stitched together.
Break and then stand again, his tenacity of will has surpassed most people's imagination.
"No matter what happened in the past, at least I am still alive. Since I am alive, then I will change. On the road to death, I will leverage fate. I will change the future of others like in the memory world of the shrine , to change everything in the future.”
His eyes were scarlet, and Han Fei could clearly see veins on his face. He was in the final confrontation with the painter.
The painter seemed unable to kill people directly in reality, but his weird ability could directly affect those who could see them. At this time, Han Fei was under tremendous pressure, but it was only pressure.
Having a black box and experiencing so many things in the deep world, Han Fei can be said to be the person who doesn't know how to give in.
No one can drive him crazy just by hallucinations, he has already experienced the most thorough and heart-wrenching madness from the laughing body.
The confrontation through a window lasted for a long time, until the building began to shake, and the sirens outside the building became more and more clear.
The two sides were at a stalemate, and slowly, the voice of a child talking to himself came from the opened window on the ground.
After hearing the voice, the painter's numb eyes changed slightly, and he reached out and closed the window on the ground.
The black oil painting slowly dissipated as the blood dried up.
The painter walked past the window. He didn't stay by Han Fei's side, but went straight to the depths of the corridor.
As if he couldn't see Han Fei and Li Huang, he pushed open the door of the room at the deepest part of the corridor.
The scene in front of me is shocking. This room is astonishingly large, the whole is dark red, and all the bricks are engraved with a child's smiling face.
Their innocent and childish smiles formed a stark contrast with the blood-red room. The originally cute faces now only made people feel creepy.
"Is this the real red room? Is this the place where Xia Yilan brought the child to complete the final deal?"
All the medical instruments in the house were emptied, leaving only a red chair in the empty room.
The chair is placed in the center of the room, facing a black oil painting on the wall.
The oil painting is a window, giving the impression that someone once sat on a chair and stared at the oil painting window on the wall.
The painter waited for Han Fei to enter the house and closed the door.
He came to the edge of the wall with a small bucket filled with his own blood, staring blankly at the window.
Different from other oil painting windows, this oil painting seems to have been completed many years ago, and the skin has been slightly cracked.
Looking quietly for a while, the painter suddenly picked up the small bucket with both hands, and splashed a whole bucket of "red paint" on the black window!
The black windows were stained red, and the blood beads slid down the windows, as if it was raining inside the house, full of blood-colored mist.
When Han Fei was wondering why the painter did this, he suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the window.
Looking at the oil painting on the black window with surprise, Han Fei found that with the dripping of blood, a child appeared in the window of the oil painting. He was wearing a sick coat with the number "4" written on it No. suit.
"I don't know how to meet him, so I can only draw myself in the window he painted..."
Han Fei suddenly remembered the curse words left by Orphan No. 4: "Is the child in the window of this oil painting the No. 4 child?"
The sound of knocking on the window was getting louder~IndoMTL.com~ Han Fei walked forward quickly, and he heard what number four said behind the window.
"They have been looking for such children, born in tragedy, growing up in despair, and lost everything under the fool of fate. I am such a child, and they are also such a child."
“The doctors here never thought of curing us, the perfect personality is just a scam, the hospital is not a place to save people, and the paradise specially prepared for children is not a place to bring happiness.”
"Actually, I really envy that person. It's strange that I, who has a self-destructive personality, would envy him, who has a healing personality?"
"But there are even more strange things. I, who wanted to destroy everything, only killed myself in the end; but he, who has a healing personality, killed all the children in the same batch except himself."
"I heard that after that **** night, he was the only one left in the Paradise. Since then, the Paradise has become a place dedicated to dealing with hospital failures."
There is another chapter in the afternoon
(end of this chapter)