My Iyashikei Game Chapter 641: Happiness is a monster that kills without blinking an eye, but I still want to…

"Didn't you see these things when you came here during the day?" More and more players entered the house, and everyone was a little scared when they saw the human head models in the cabinet. the same.

"I was being followed by a ghost, so I didn't have time to check the room." Li Guoer didn't need to deceive the players.

"Qianye, lead someone to guard the corridor, and don't let go of any clues when other people enter the house." F's status in the team is higher than Qiangwei, and even the prisoners obey him.

Candles lit up in the corners of the room, and the room where No. 11 lived was slowly restored.

The room as a whole maintains the decoration style of the end of the last century, and it has not been taken care of for a long time, making it look messy and dilapidated, like a patient whose memory has been frozen and who cannot take care of himself.

Stepping on the scattered pills on the ground, Han Fei slowly moved away from the window. Fear almost engulfed him and stopped by the window. He always felt that he would be pushed down the next moment.

"Why did I think of death when I stood by the window, and even saw my own dead body?"

Picking up the medicines on the ground, Han Fei wiped the dust off the pills with his fingertips. He found that these medicines were very similar to the medicines that Dr. Fu prescribed for him. Strong Read

"Eleventh suffers from the same disease as me? Or does that doctor only prescribe this kind of medicine?"

Unlike other players who seemed to be running around like headless flies, Han Fei felt a familiar sense of fear ever since he entered the room. He had not only been here before, but had also died here.

Avoiding other players, Han Fei went straight to the bedroom in the deepest part of the house, "opened" the locked door, and saw a bedroom whose main color was light red.

The owner of this bedroom seems to be a student, unfinished test papers and books are scattered on the desk, and various children's shoes are piled up on the floor.

"Your purpose seems to be very clear?" F has been in control of the overall situation, and he can see everyone's reaction. At this time, he approached Han Fei: "Have you been here before?"

Shaking his head, Han Fei entered the bedroom.

When you first look at this room, you won't feel any problems, but the more you observe carefully, the more you will find the strangeness of this room.

The size of the children's shoes on the ground is not exactly the same. There are men's shoes and women's shoes inside, which obviously do not belong to the same person.

The styles of those shoes are also very different, with a span of nearly twenty years. The owner of the house seems to have a quirk of collecting shoes, and it seems that they must be shoes worn by others.

Picking up a shoe casually, Han Fei saw all kinds of things stuffed inside the shoe, including sharp nails, staples, broken glass, and a lot of pills.

"How do you walk in these shoes?"

"This dark red room seems to be some kind of psychological metaphor, representing the mental state of the owner of the bedroom." F held the black knife in his back hand, and he observed calmly: "There are various missing person notices posted in the corridor. , one of the missing person notices stated that a five-year-old girl was lost nearby, and she was wearing a pair of pink sandals, which looked similar to the shoes in your hand from the description.”

"Are you trying to say... that the owner of the house abducted those children?"

"To be precise, I suspect that the child's adoptive parents have been stealing the child." F looked at the shoes all over the floor: "Shoes represent feet, which can be further extended to walking and escaping. There are too many shoes, and each pair of shoes is filled with glass shards and pills, which obviously imply confinement and control, what do you think?"

"I think you're right." Han Fei looked at F blankly.

Possessing a black knife capable of harming monsters, a group of fairly loyal subordinates, a rational and calm mind, and unfathomable personal strength, this mysterious F has all the advantages, and he is likely to become the number one A player who has accumulated 100 points.

Looking back at himself, Han Fei sighed softly, he forgot everything, only a pile of old scripts and an ugly cat remained.

Passing through those shoes, Han Fei came to the desk. He flipped through the unfinished test papers and felt a chill enveloping him.

The owner of the bedroom seems to have a serious mental illness. All his reading comprehension will be interpreted from an extremely dark angle. Although it is a very positive article, he can always interpret scary things from the cracks in the words.

Just looking at the reading comprehension questions, one would think that the owner of the house is a lunatic, but looking at the test papers of other subjects, one would think that he is a genius, because there are thick full-score test papers piled up next to the desk.

"A stupid lunatic is not scary, what is scary is a lunatic who is sober and genius-like." F walked over, he was very close to Han Fei, which made Han Fei very uncomfortable: "Are you Don’t you think so too?”

F's gaze seemed to be able to see through Han Fei's mask, and Han Fei also felt that F was different from other players, which was an essential difference.

Ignoring F, Han Fei opened the desk drawer, and there was a pack of balloons inside, and each balloon seemed to have a pattern printed on it.

Taking out a balloon, Han Fei tried to blow it up, and then a horrifying picture appeared.

The pattern on the balloon was a human head. When Han Fei blew the balloon, a human head gradually grew bigger around his mouth. The frightened expression and vivid eyes were perfectly restored.

"What are you doing?" Li Guoer and Ah Chong walked in, and the prisoners who followed behind also saw this scene, Han Fei in the dark was blowing a huge human head.

"I found that the owner of the house seems to love his parents very much. He made their heads into models one by one, and then made them into balloons." Han Fei looked at the huge balloon in his hand: "Imagine a picture, The owner of the house locks the door, lies alone on the bed in the bedroom, and the roof is full of adoptive parents' heads, so will he no longer feel lonely?"

After listening to Han Fei's words, the eyes of the players except F changed. They couldn't understand, but it didn't prevent them from being shocked.

"How did you come up with this?" Li Guoer realized that he had underestimated Han Fei.

"You can see your parents when you look up. I wonder if this is a kind of companionship?" Han Fei let go of his hand, and the air in the balloon ran out. There was a strange sound, as if a person was crying softly.

Han Fei put all the balloons into a bag and stuffed them to F. He couldn't hold back such a terrifying thing.

Open the second drawer, and there is a sharp fruit knife inside.

In a clean drawer, there is a knife alone. This incident happened in a child's bedroom, which is very thought-provoking.

"In the first drawer are balloons full of adoptive parents' faces, and in the second drawer is a sharp knife..." Han Fei reached out and opened the third drawer, which contained a ledger.

Taking out the ledger, Han Fei flipped through it casually.

"On January 4th, I found that I really love playing with kittens more and more. Since my cat died, I have always wanted to get another cat, but there is always no chance."

"On February 7th, the neighbor's cat always came to visit. That kitten is very cute and obedient. I'm going to find a way to buy it."

"On July 7th, I took in a lost pet cat. It is strong, not pretentious, and is obedient. It doesn't bark at home. It has been domesticated. The price is 150 for sale."

"On August 9th, I caught a stray cat in the paradise. It looked dirty. After taking a bath, I unexpectedly found that its appearance was very good. Unfortunately, it seems to have some mental problems. It can be kept and played. Price 95 sold."

"September 21st, I was very lucky. I adopted a British short cat. It is a popular cat in recent years. It is round and round, very cute, quiet, docile, and good in appearance. Kitten. The price is 1200 for sale."

"On November 11th, I took in an older Garfield cat in the cattery. He is obedient, well-behaved, and knows how to please the owner. It sold. Price 2500 unsold."

There is a lot of information on the ledger, which is nothing at first glance, but when Han Fei saw the last piece of information, his eyes slowly narrowed.

"On November 11th, the owner of the ledger took a cat in the cattery and said he was reluctant to sell it?"

No. 11's last adoptive parent adopted him on November 11th. From this perspective, the cattery may not refer to the real cattery, but the name of the orphanage.

Thinking deeper, all the cats in this ledger are actually not cats, but children!

The thin ledger is full of disgusting crimes in the simplest words.

Before he knew it, Han Fei turned to the last page, and there were supplements for things that were not written in the script.

On the back of the ledger, there are several children's hand-painted drawings with crooked words on them.

"The gardener secretly picked flowers, put them in his pocket, brought them out of the fence, and threw them into the muddy street."

"The passing wild dog bit the tender flower stem and carried the flower into the dark alley."

"The outside world seems to have closed the door since then. Flowers were planted in the dark room, some withered in the dark, some took root in the dark, and some became a flower seed."

"The flower seeds called out the names of father and mother, and were planted in different flowerpots one after another, and sent to one darkroom after another."

"Finally, one day, the seed buried deep in the flower pot sprouted new sprouts, and people began to feel scared when they saw it, because the flower was completely different from what adults imagined."

The text at the end of the ledger has been completely distorted, and it is almost impossible to tell what it means.

"The parents who finally adopted No. 11 were actually human traffickers. They should have been satisfied with No. 11 at first, but when they were about to resell No. 11, something went wrong." Li Guoer also entered the house, She looked at the ledger and quickly understood the meaning: "It is not a pity for a trafficker to die."

"I agree with you on this point." F took the ledger from Han Fei and kept flipping through it.

"No. 11 has been adopted eleven times. Why is this child abandoned again and again? What is in him?" The trafficker adopted No. 11. This time, No. 11 did not give the trafficker a living. He didn't go back to the orphanage either. From this point of view, No. 11 seems to be a good "ghost".

As soon as Han Fei had this idea in his heart, he heard F say: "The child who was adopted in the end is the main reason for the mutation here. He took revenge on the traffickers, but also hurt other people. This ghost is a bit It's both good and evil."

F also has no prejudice against ghosts. He looks at problems from a relatively fair and objective perspective.

"Is the woman who climbed out of the window just now the child's mother? Since they are human traffickers, why don't they hurry up and get rid of No. 11? And save him?" Ah Chong didn't understand.

"The purpose of giving medicine is not necessarily to save people. The biggest effect of some medicines is not to cure a person, but to make a person obedient." F put away the ledger, and Han Fei put the eleventh in the The knife in the drawer was taken away.

Holding the knife in his hand, Han Fei felt as if a part of his body had extended. He seemed to be very good at using a knife.

"Cutting, chopping, and dismembering at the right place, I can't explain why I understand these things as a screenwriter..." Han Fei quietly hid the knife and continued searching. He stopped in front of the only wardrobe in the house.

Open the door of the cabinet, and there are various masks inside. From small to large, each mask has some blood-stained words written on it.

There are only two words on the smallest mask——Huang Sheng~IndoMTL.com~ This seems to be the first name of No. 11, and this smallest mask is also the cleanest.

Huang Sheng's name has been smeared out on the second mask, and there are many laughing characters written on it, but the mask itself is a crying face.

There are more words on the third mask, and it can be seen that as the mask gets bigger, the owner of the mask becomes more and more crazy and abnormal.

"These masks seem to express his experience of being abandoned and raised eleven times, from wanting to live a good life at the beginning, to turning into a monster in the end." Han Fei glanced at all the masks, feeling a little bit in his heart Doubt: "No matter how unlucky a child is, he will not always meet bad parents, unless the parents who adopt him are carefully selected by the orphanage."

"Is there such a possibility that the orphanage specially recruited those adults with problems and defects to adopt him, and finally even handed him over to human traffickers?"

The more Han Fei thought about it, the more terrifying he became. When the people in charge of kindness rot, the heaven will also turn into hell.

Starting from the sixth mask, the words are completely abnormal, and the child who wears the mask knows how to pretend.

He will pretend to have various expressions and personalities to cater to his adoptive parents, but the real him grows into a poisonous weed in a dark flowerpot.

The expressions on the mask are all fake, more and more words and colors cover the facial features of the mask, and he lost his own face.

Han Fei looked at the last mask, which was a clown mask painted in various colors. Its exaggerated smile could not hide the blue tears at the corners of its eyes.

Look at the back of the mask, there is a line of black words there.

"Happiness is a monster that kills without blinking an eye, but I still want to get close to it, how about you?"

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