My Iyashikei Game Chapter 642: knife

The sentence behind the mask seemed to be addressed to Han Fei. It was a question that spanned time and space.

"Even if happiness is a monster, I should still approach it?"

As soon as he saw the question, Han Fei came up with the answer. The more he lacked, the more he would care about it.

With all his heart he wanted to hold on to happiness because he had never had it in his memory.

"His mask can still see his own appearance at the beginning, but in the end he turned into a clown covered in paint." F also looked at No. 11's mask: "He wants to be a clown who only A clown who can laugh, a clown who doesn't think about sadness. I sympathize with what happened to this kid, but I don't agree with his actions."

"Maybe he doesn't need your sympathy and approval?" Han Fei said lightly. He watched F take away the clown mask and put it in the backpack brought by the players.

"Only children can find happiness. For adults, happiness needs to be created by themselves." F said pointedly: "You look like a child who hasn't grown up."

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

Walking to the window of the bedroom, Han Fei looked towards 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, and I feel that someone will push me down, but I still want to go to the window over and over again."

A weak meow came from 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 that would not go out for me, and they will prepare 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 losing his memory, Han Fei would often be in a trance, and would occasionally speak nervously. He saw everything as if covered with a veil called nightmare.

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

Outside the window, there is a hairless, balloon-like bald head standing upside down by the window!

The cloudy eye sockets were filled with pills, and the woman's thick, deformed hands grabbed Han Fei.

"Be careful!"

F and Li Guoer ran towards Han Fei, but they were still too far away to help Han Fei.

An arm 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 went blank, and the woman's face was fixed in his eyes.

But just when everyone thought that Han Fei was going to be dragged out of the window by a woman, Han Fei started to hold the knife.

As the blade reflected in the dim light of the candle flame cut across the darkness, two neat wounds appeared on the woman's arm.

There was no blood coming from the wound, but the woman seemed startled, and fell from the pipe, dragging her injured arms.

When Han Fei stood by the window and looked out, he didn't find the woman. He only saw that the window on the third floor seemed to be open.

"Are you okay!" Li Guoer ran up to Han Fei with a look of surprise on his face, "You still know how to 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 to him.

"Why do I always have so many voices in my head?" Han Fei usually behaved dull and ordinary, but after the slash just now, neither Li Guoer nor F dared 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 uncoordinated. It seems to be put together: "That knife seems to be mine."

Han Fei didn't have any impression of F, but he had a strong desire to possess the knife in F's hand, which was very strange.

"You seem to be very good at using knives. Not many people know how to play with knives now, and even fewer often use knives to kill." F coldly put away the black knives, put all the masks in the cabinet into his backpack, and walked out bedroom.

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

Han Fei nodded slightly: "That's why the knife in his hand turned black?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, anyway, just pay attention." Ah 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 sure about the identity of the other.

"I don't know." Han Fei didn't pay attention to Ah 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 handle—— -accompany.

"The name of this knife is companionship? Use a sharp knife to accompany you?"

Han Fei couldn't understand, but Li Guoer next to him thought it was normal: "When the emotion reaches a certain level, coupled with the lack of correct expression methods, love will be twisted with killing intent, making deep love I have such an urge to have people with me forever."

"It seems that I am not the only one who is sick in this world." Han Fei said silently, making Li Guoer 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 bloodshot eyes, as if a huge eye slowly opened.

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

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

Completely sealed off, as if living deep in a well, with a huge, malicious eye growing from the sky above his head.

"The woman with strong limbs may be the last adoptive mother of No. 11. Her eye sockets are stuffed with pills, and her eyes are only filled with medicine. She seems to be urging her child to take medicine; the eyeballs above the community should represent human traffickers. The surveillance of children, no matter where you flee, you can't escape its sight."

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

"Haven't you seen a ghost before? What does a ghost look like? What was it doing when you saw it?" 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 is killing people, and the moment when a living person dies."

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise in the corridor, followed by screams, and all the players started running outside when they heard the noise.

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

"What happened?" Ah Chong shouted loudly.

"The sentinel was dragged away! It's that 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.

"Sentry's hidden talent is to enhance perception, 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, each of them has a unique role.

The player running at the front seemed to have fought something. That person was thrown away by a huge force, hit the wall with his body, and rolled down the stairs.

"Seventh, seventh floor, on the seventh floor!" The physical fitness of this group of players is very good. After falling down, they struggled a few times before getting up again. He picked up the mask on the ground and put it on in a hurry.

Scolding, scolding, and chaotic footsteps echoed in the corridor, and everyone was crowded between the sixth and seventh floors.

"Get out of the way!" F in a windbreaker grabbed Ah Chong and squeezed through the crowd, but the sentry and the woman had disappeared in the corridor: "Where is the sentinel?"

"Didn't catch up." Qianye shook his head, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, and then took out a lighter to light the cigarette: "That thing is much faster than me, is there really a ghost in this world?"

"Those who are faster than you are not necessarily ghosts." F glanced at Han Fei from the corner of his eye.

"Indeed, you five-second man is faster than me." With a cigarette in his mouth, Qianye's body slowly became excited, and his eyes began to change after he changed his previous laziness: "Didn't you say that Can a knife kill ghosts? I'll give you a chance to kill it."

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Qianye and F took a different position and came to the seventh floor.

He is dressed in 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 Ah Chong vigorously. He seemed to know even Ah Chong's hidden talents and abilities.

This scene happened to be seen by Han Fei at the back of the team, and an idea inexplicably came to his mind: "It seemed that only I could see their abilities before? But why do I lose this ability now? They play these games The participants are all very strange, they feel out of place with me and Li Guoer."

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

He still hasn't got an answer here, Qianye and Ah Chong have already opened the door on the seventh floor.

A huge cat-skin doll fell out from behind the door. The doll was as big as a five or six-year-old child, but it was wrapped in cat skin. It looked weird and creepy.

"Is this a cat?" Ah Chong hid behind Qianye, his body almost shrinking into Qianye's shadow.

"Look at your cowardice, I really don't know why both Qiangwei and F are so optimistic about you." Qianye flicked the cigarette **** at the cat skin doll. The puppet suddenly seemed to come alive, like a child, using both hands and feet, quickly crawled into the room.

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

"Cats are used to replace children in the ledger, and that's probably what cats look like in the eyes of 'ghosts'." Ah Chong held onto Qianye's floral shirt tightly: "It's really an outrageous neighborhood, and the people who live here are Crazy?"

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

"There's more than one monster, help me look behind me." Qianye was worried about the safety of the sentinel, so he decisively entered the house.

A strong stench filled his nostrils. He looked to both sides, but did not find the source of the stench.

Taking another step forward, the cat-skin puppet that escaped just now sneaked out of the bedroom.

"Are you afraid of me? You are actually afraid of a gentle man with an eight-point charm?" The smell on the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger, and Qianye gradually realized that something was wrong. He found the eyes of the cat skin doll The child is secretly looking up.

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

His fingers were distorted like a needle barrel, and tentacles like **** belts grew out of his back. He exuded a barbaric and stench all over his body, and yellow-brown saliva dripped from his open mouth.

"Wow... trough?" Qianye was tall and handsome, his face was very close to the man's.

After the two sides observed each other briefly, a tentacle that looked like a **** belt pierced Qianye's face, as if it was about to penetrate his eye socket.

"Get out of the way!"

Dodging to the side, Qianye reacted 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 ~IndoMTL.com~ The fingers distorted into needles pierced Qianye's body.

Frightened, Qianye rolled on the ground and quickly dodged: "F! Do it!"

Waiting for the opportunity, F slashed across the neck of the monster before the monster stood up.

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

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

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

The black knife's slashing effect far exceeded everyone's expectations. When the blade cut across, a finger-wide wound appeared on the monster's neck, which could not heal 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 expect Heidao to be so powerful, his eyes slowly narrowed: "The same starting point, this time I should be the first to get 100 points, right?"

"If you move slower, I will be killed by him. That thing looks disgusting." Qianye got up from the ground, fumbled in his pocket for a long time, and then took out a comb to comb himself. Comb your hair.

"The woman is the adoptive mother, and this man is probably the adoptive father of the 'ghost'. The tentacles represent ropes and **** belts, and the syringe at the fingertips should represent forced injection." F wiped the black knife, not a single drop of blood on the blade. The cut things seemed to be eaten by the black knife: "The kindness after alienation will become so terrifying? Human nature is really unpredictable."

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