My Iyashikei Game Chapter 642: Knife

The sentence behind the mask seems to be written to Han Fei. This is a question that spans time and space.

"Even if happiness is a monster, I should be close, right?"

As soon as he saw the question, Han Fei came to the answer. The more he lacked something, the more he cared about it.

He wanted to hold on to happiness from the bottom of his heart, because there was no happiness in his memory.

“His mask can still show his appearance at first, but in the end it becomes a clown covered in paint.” F also looked at No. 11’s mask: “He wants to be a clown. A clown who can laugh, a clown who doesn't think about grief. I sympathize with what happened to this child, but I don't agree with him."

"Maybe he doesn't need your sympathy and approval, right?" Han Fei said indifferently, he watched as F took away the clown mask and put it into the backpack brought by the group of players.

"Happiness is something that only children can look for. For adults, happiness needs to be created by themselves." F said with some reference: "You look like a child who hasn't grown up."

"Me?" Han Fei didn't refute, he had forgotten too many things, including his childhood.

Walking to the bedroom window, Han Fei looked at Building No. 1. The window of bedroom No. 11 was facing Building No. 1. He always felt that something in that building was attracting him.

"Obviously I'm afraid when I get close to the window. I feel like someone will push me down, but I still want to go to the window over and over again."

There was a weak cat meow in the backpack, and Han Fei reached out and touched the cat's head: "Did you feel it too? Did we live in Building 1 before? My family should be there, They left a lamp for me that would never go out, and prepared hot porridge and delicious meat for me. I should go there, but I am so scared, I don't even know what I am afraid of?"

Since his memory loss, Han Fei has often been in a trance, and his speech is occasionally neurotic. Everything he sees seems to be covered with a veil called nightmare.

The cat's meow became louder, and Han Fei's heart beat more violently. He slowly raised his head.

Outside the window, there is a head with no hair, like a balloon-like bald head standing upside down by the window!

The cloudy eye sockets were filled with pills, and the woman's stout and deformed hands slammed towards Han Fei.

"Be careful!"

F and Li Guoer ran towards Han Fei, but they were still too far away from Han Fei to be able to help Han Fei at all.

The arms with bulging blood vessels stretched out in front of Han Fei's face. He didn't expect such a thing to happen at all. His mind was blank, and the woman's face was frozen in his eyes.

But just when everyone thought that Han Fei was going to be pulled out of the window by the woman, Han Fei raised his hand while holding the knife.

The blade, which reflected the faint light of the candle, cut through the darkness, and there were two neat wounds on the woman's arm.

There was no blood coming out of the wound, but the woman appeared startled and fell down the pipe dragging her injured arms.

When Han Fei stood by the window and looked out, he found no trace of the woman. He only saw that the window on the third floor seemed to be open.

"Are you alright!" Li Guoer ran to Han Fei with a face full of surprise: "You still use a knife?"

"I... don't remember." Han Fei looked at his hands. After he forced the woman back, another voice came from the back of his mind. He still couldn't hear what the voice was saying, but he It can be clearly felt that the voice is getting clearer and clearer, as if it is getting closer and closer to him.

"Why do I always have so many voices in my head?" Han Fei usually acted sluggishly and ordinary, but after the slash just now, Li Guoer and F didn't dare to underestimate him.

"The knife left by No. 11 can hurt them, but..." Han Fei quietly glanced at the black knife in F's hand. He always felt that the black knife was a little incongruous. It's as if they were put together: "That knife seems to be mine."

Han Fei has no impression of F, but he has a strong possessiveness towards the knife in F's hand, which is very strange.

"You seem to be very good at using knives, too. There aren't many people who can play with knives now, and fewer people often kill with knives." F put away the black knives coldly, put all the masks in the cabinet into his backpack, and walked out. bedroom.

"Hey, don't provoke F." A Chong reminded Han Fei in a low voice: "He really killed people, and more than one."

Han Fei nodded slightly: "So the knife in his hand turned black?"

"I don't understand what you're saying, but you just need to pay attention." A Chong scratched his head: "Have I heard your voice somewhere?"

Everyone is wearing a white mask, and everyone's memory seems to be incomplete, and no one is afraid to determine the identity of the other party.

"I don't know." Han Fei didn't pay attention to A Chong. He looked down at the knife in his hand. The sharp knife left by No. 11 looked very ordinary, but there were two words written crookedly on the hilt— -accompany.

"The name of this knife is companionship? Use a sharp knife for companionship?"

Han Fei couldn't understand it, but Li Guoer next to him thought it was normal: "When the emotion reaches a certain level, and there is no correct way to express it, love will be distorted with killing intent, making deep love The people who will always accompany me, I once had the urge to do so.”

"It seems that I'm not alone in this world." Han Fei said silently, causing Li Guoer to roll his eyes.

The two walked out of the bedroom. When Han Fei took the knife out of the bedroom, the clouds above the community slowly dispersed, and the sky was covered with bloodshots, as if a huge eye slowly opened.

"The child's knife hidden in the bedroom is called companionship, and behind the mask it is said that happiness is a monster. This child's worldview is the same as my nightmare."

Abandoned again and again, treated like cats and dogs, and taking a lot of drugs every day, the city in the child's mind has completely changed. Perhaps the community Han Fei and the others entered at this time is the world in the eyes of No. 11.

Totally sealed, as if living in the depths of a well, with a huge, malicious eyeball growing in the sky above.

"The woman with strong limbs may be the last adoptive mother of No. 11. Her eyes are filled with pills, and there is only medicine in her eyes. She seems to be urging the child to take medicine; the eyeballs above the community should represent the traffickers The surveillance of children, no matter where they flee, cannot escape its sight.”

The more Han Fei thought about it, the more curious he became about what happiness looked like in the eyes of No. 11.

"Haven't you seen a ghost before? What does a ghost look like? When you saw it, what was it doing?" More and more players began to feel uneasy. They surrounded Li Guoer and asked All kinds of questions about ghosts.

"Ghosts can only be seen under certain circumstances." Li Guoer's voice came from under the mask: "For example, when he kills someone, there is also the moment when a living person dies."

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise in the corridor, followed by screams, and all players began to run outside when they heard the movement.

"Don't panic!" F's reminder was still a step too late, and Qianye and the other two players who were guarding the corridor were already chasing upstairs.

"What happened?" A-chung shouted loudly.

"The sentinel was dragged away! It was the woman! She ran upstairs!"

"Don't be in a hurry to chase, don't be in a hurry to go up!" Li Guoer's reminder was useless at all, those players had already run far away.

"The Sentinel's hidden talent is to enhance perception, and we can't lose him." F seems to know the hidden talent of each player, and these players seem to be carefully selected by him, and each has a unique role.

The player who ran at the front seemed to have fought something. The man was thrown by a huge force, slammed against the wall, and rolled down the stairs.

"Seventh, seventh floor, on the seventh floor!" These players' physical fitness was very good. After falling, they struggled a few times before getting up again. He picked up the mask on the ground and hurriedly put it on.

The sound of yelling, scolding, and chaotic footsteps echoed in the corridor, and everyone was crowded between the sixth and seventh floors.

"Get out of the way!" F, who was wearing a trench coat, grabbed A-Chong and squeezed through the crowd, but the sentinel and the woman had been lost in the corridor: "Where's the sentinel?"

"I didn't catch up." Qianye shook his head. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, and then took out a lighter to light it: "That thing is much faster than me. Are there really ghosts in this world?"

"Those who are faster than you are not necessarily ghosts." F's Yu Guang glanced at Han Fei.

"Indeed, you five-second guy is faster than me." Qianye was smoking a cigarette, his body slowly became excited, and his eyes began to change after changing from the previous laziness: "You didn't say that Can a knife kill a ghost? I'll give you a chance to kill it."

Spit out a puff of smoke, Qianye and F took the wrong place and came to the seventh floor.

He wears fancy clothes, but he seems to have some skills. At least he has the confidence to face the unknown. When so many players are afraid, he dares to go forward alone.

"You go too." F pushed A Chong hard. He seemed to even know A Chong's hidden talents and abilities. He knew that the more danger A Chong encountered, the more potential he would burst out, thereby activating another personality.

This scene happened to be seen by Han Fei at the back of the team, and a thought appeared in his mind inexplicably: "In the past, it seemed that only I could see their ability? But now how did I lose this ability? The participants are very strange, and there is a feeling of being out of place with me and Li Guoer.”

Han Fei's mind is still confused, and he needs to think about simple questions for a long time.

He hadn't gotten the answer yet, Qianye and A Chong had already opened the door on the seventh floor.

A huge cat-skin puppet fell from behind the door. The doll was the size of a five- or six-year-old child, but it was wrapped in cat skin and looked eerie and frightening.

"Is this a cat?" Ah Chong hid behind Qianye, almost shrunk in Qianye's shadow.

"Look at your cowardly look, I really don't know why Qiangwei and F are so optimistic about you." Qianye flicked the cigarette end at the cat skin doll, he was about to walk into the room, the man wrapped in cat skin The doll suddenly seemed to come to life, like a child, using both hands and feet, and quickly crawled into the house.

"Alive?" The players were all taken aback. The "living creatures" in this building were all deformed.

"A cat is used instead of a child in the ledger, and the cat in the eyes of a 'ghost' may look like this." A Chong clutched Qianye's floral shirt tightly: "It's an outrageous community, and the people living here are all Crazy?"

Han Fei and F downstairs sneezed at the same time, but neither of them took it to heart.

"There is more than one monster, you help me look behind me." Qianye was worried about the safety of the sentry and entered the house decisively.

A strong stench wafted through his nostrils, and he looked to both sides, but could not find the source of the stench.

Taking another step forward, the cat skin doll that escaped just now sneaked its head out of the bedroom. It was lying on the ground in horror, and its body kept shaking.

"Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid of a gentle man whose charm is as high as eight?" The stench on the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger, and Qianye gradually realized that something was wrong. He noticed the eyes of the cat skin doll. The child is looking up secretly.

"The stench seems to come from above my head too." Qianye raised his head and saw a fat man lying on the ceiling at the entrance of the room.

Fingers were distorted like needles, and tentacles like restraints grew on his back. He exuded a savage and stench all over his body, and his open mouth kept dripping with yellowish-brown saliva.

"Lying... trough?" Qianye was tall and handsome, and his face was very close to that of the man.

After the two sides briefly observed each other, a tentacle like a restraint stabbed into Qianye's face, as if preparing to penetrate his eye socket.

"Get out of the way!"

Dodging to one side, Qianye responded very quickly. While avoiding the tentacles, he shouted behind him, reminding his companions: "It's on the ceiling!"

Before he finished speaking, the man fell from the ceiling, and his fingers that were deformed into syringes stabbed Qianye's body.

The frightened Qianye rolled on the ground and quickly avoided: "F! Do it!"

F, who was waiting for the opportunity, slashed the monster's neck with a knife before the monster stood up~IndoMTL.com~.

When he was using the black knife, Han Fei's heart seemed to be suddenly pricked by a needle, and he seemed to hear the cry in the black knife.

To be precise, when F swung the knife, there were many people screaming and resisting in the hilt of the black knife.

"F mainly uses the blade to kill, but I seem to be different..." Han Fei was confused again: "How can I kill without a blade, only the handle?"

The slashing effect of the black knife far exceeded everyone's expectations. The blade slashed, and a finger-width wound appeared on the neck of the monster, which could not be healed at all.

The nearly decapitated monster slammed into the door of the adjacent kitchen and escaped through the open window.

F didn't seem to think that the black knife was so powerful, his eyes slowly narrowed: "The same starting point, this time I should get 100 points first, right?"

"If you slow down, I will be killed by him. That thing looks disgusting." Qianye got up from the ground, fumbled with his hands in his pockets for a long time, and then took out a comb to comb for himself. combed his hair.

"The woman is the adoptive mother, and this man is estimated to be the adoptive father of the 'ghost'. The tentacles represent the ropes and restraints, and the syringe at the fingertip should represent the forced injection." F wiped the black knife, there was not a drop of blood on the blade, and the split The thing that was cut down seemed to be eaten by the black knife: "How can goodness become so terrifying after alienation? Human nature is really unpredictable."

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