My Iyashikei Game Chapter 643: F

F is very satisfied with the black knife. He seems to be feeding the black knife on purpose, hoping that the black knife can eat more things and become more terrifying.

When F swung the knife, Han Fei could hear the mourning in the hilt. He wanted to **** the knife away, but couldn't find a reason to do so.

"The ghost will be active when killing people. If you want to hack it, I'm afraid you need someone to be the bait." Qianye, who was almost killed just now, turned around and looked at Li Guoer and Han Fei: " Don't you two say we bully you. In fact, we also understand your careful thinking. It is nothing more than wanting to use our strength to help you get rid of the 'ghost' pursuit. Everyone is a participant in the game, so I will just open the skylight and speak up. Now, you two don't want to get something for nothing, I want you to also send someone to walk ahead with me as a bait."

Although Qianye looks a bit rogue, he is actually very shrewd, and his ability to be in charge of a six-person team alone can already prove his ability.

"Ghosts" may appear at any time, and those who walk in the front are most likely to be attacked.

Li Guoer walked over without waiting for Han Fei to speak, "I'm with you."

Those players were a little surprised, they thought it would be Han Fei leading the charge.

"Are you sure?" Qianye looked away from Li Guo'er and looked at Han Fei: "Are you also agree?"

"Stop talking nonsense, end the exploration as soon as possible, no matter whether we succeed in catching the ghost or not, we have to leave before midnight." Li Guoer flipped through Han Fei's scripts: "Ghosts are the weakest during the day, but also It is the most difficult to see, they will appear after nightfall, their strength is slowly recovering, and they will enter the most terrifying state after zero.”

"How do you know this?"

"Do you believe it or not." Li Guoer walked upstairs after speaking. She was more panicked than anyone else. The "ghost" was following her. If she didn't find a way to kill the ghost, she would have trouble sleeping and eating. .

"This is obviously a ghost hunting game, but it's the complete opposite." A Chong quietly stepped back, but was pushed up by F: "Why do you keep targeting me? Apart from being able to perceive the existence of supernatural beings, There is no other ability!"

After seeing the monster just now, Ah Zong finally broke out.

"Your talent is stronger and more perfect than you think, and I'm here to help you inspire it." F's voice has no emotion, and it's hard to think of a refutation after being heard.

"You know my talent?" A Chong was dubious, and finally followed Li Guo'er silently.

As time passed, the sky outside the window became darker and darker, and at first glance, the entire community seemed to be painted red.

All kinds of strange noises began to appear in the community, and there seemed to be something special in the apartment buildings.

The number of missing people notices on the walls of the corridor gradually increased, and various sundries began to appear on the steps, as well as some fine soil mixed with yellow paper.

"I have a very bad feeling." Ah Chong's footsteps are getting slower and slower, if it is not being pushed by others, he will not move forward at all: "There should be more than one dirty thing upstairs, I can feel it. To the deadness emanating from them!"

Continuous warnings were issued, but no one stopped. The players gathered the most elite team, and they must succeed in catching the ghost tonight.

Faced with F's black knife and Qianye's urging, Ah Chong only had to bite the bullet and come to the eighth floor.

Going up from here, the appearance of the floor has begun to change. The missing person notices on the walls all seem to have just been posted. The faces of those children have not been gouged out, but replaced with the ones they had when they died. look.

To be honest, this kind of missing person notice is more terrifying than the previous one. Walking in the dark corridor, it feels like being watched by a group of dead children.

In addition to the missing person notices, there are also park advertisements on the walls. The park leaflets with photos of Ferris wheel, roller coaster, etc. are in stark contrast to the missing person notices. Those poor children may only use such a way close to paradise.

"Catch ghosts is a game in Paradise, and there are also advertisements for Paradise. Could it be that Paradise is doing ghosts?" Li Guoer frowned slightly: "If they are really hurting those children, then Paradise will do this. What does it mean?"

No one answered Li Guoer, Qianye, who was walking in the front, had already opened the door of the residents on the eighth floor.

There is no light in the cramped room, and all windows are boarded up.

Entering the inspection, there is a place for developing photos in the house, and there are flower pots stacked in a dark room.

Most of the pots were broken, some filled with soil, others stuffed with toys.

Tear off the photos on the wall, and Qianye looked at them in his hands. Those photos were all in flower pots.

"What is there to photograph in a flower pot? There isn't even a single flower in it."

"Is there a possibility that these flower pots are not of flowers, but of children?" Han Fei walked slowly to the center of the team. The closer he got to the top floor, the more his heart beat faster.

"Yes, there is a similar short song written on the back of the ledger. The flowerpot represents the place where children are imprisoned, and the flowers should represent the children." F and Han Fei thought the same. He picked up the flowerpot to check and found a lot of flowers. The names of people are written under the pots: "These pots are of different sizes, but the same name is written. The pots are still there, but the things that grow in the pots are gone."

As the exploration deepened, there was a sob in F's ear. He held the black knife and pushed open the door of the innermost dark room, and the cry in his ear became clearer.

"What is this?"

In the corner of the dark room sits a water-tank-sized flowerpot, and in it sits a fat, deformed child who seems to have never seen the sun and whose skin looks like it's been bleached.

The fat boy has his back to the players, his body seems to be stuck in the tank, and he is crying quietly.

Shoulders shrug, the boy's skin appears to be covered in water, and his entire body shudders.

F stared at the boy for a long time, and then took out the black knife: "Finally, I met someone who can't run. I wonder if killing it will increase the points."

"Are you sure you want to go over?" Ah Chong shrank back first: "I mean, maybe we can solve it in a more peaceful way? After all, the big boy in the flowerpot doesn't seem to be attacking. Our thoughts."

"When it has this idea, everything will be too late." The eyes under F's mask are a little cold: "Ghosts, they shouldn't exist."

The boy couldn't move, and this time he didn't need a living bait, F moved forward alone.

"The soul is flying away, and it is the real liberation for me." F raised the black knife, and countless people in the hilt were shouting, but they couldn't stop F at all.

The boy stuck in the flower pot also realized that the danger was approaching. He turned his head desperately, revealing a face that was out of proportion to his body. His body had been growing, but his face remained the same as when he was abducted. .

The blade fell, and the boy cried out in fright. Tears fell into the flowerpot, as if the seeds of sadness and despair were contained in the soil, which quickly took root and sprouted in the soil.

But before the things in the soil grew, the black blade had already fallen on the top of the boy's head.

"Bah!"

Blades collide!

F's black knife was blocked by another knife, and his pupils narrowed, staring at the man in front of him.

Han Fei, wearing a black suit and a white smiley mask, stood in front of the flowerpot, holding the knife called companionship.

"Are you courting death?"

"You have read the ledger yourself and know that there are kidnapped children planted in the flowerpot. Even if this guy is a ghost, it is also a poor ghost who was kidnapped and sold." Han Fei silently closed the knife: "The couple You can kill, but this kid doesn't recommend you kill him."

Han Fei and F are tit-for-tat, and their attitudes towards ghosts are not exactly the same.

One wants to kill them all, and one wants to kill those who deserve to be killed.

"Ghosts can be converted into points. You should know this account better than me." F's voice became gloomy: "Get out of the way."

"We brought you here, and the ghosts in it should also be part of me. The couple gave it to you, and the child belongs to me." Han Fei had no intention of conflicting with the other party, so he proposed a compromise Method.

"You want to protect it, but it may not be willing to accept your kindness." F sneered and retreated.

Seeing the sudden change in F's attitude, Han Fei immediately realized something, and without any hesitation, dodged to the side.

The tears that the boy fell into the soil grew black thorns, and those black thorns were hung with poisonous spikes. The deformed and fat boy refused to be approached by anyone. Those poisonous spikes were his own protection of.

"So the psychological counseling of the kidnapped children is also very important. If you don't have the courage to break through the thorns around them, then don't say anything to save them." F looked at Han Fei who fell to the ground: " They have been in the dark room and have turned into monsters, and even if there is an occasional ray of light, they will only find it dazzling."

More and more thorns began to grow in the flowerpot, but most of those thorns were coiled around the boy, and there was no intention to hurt anyone else.

F also saw this, but he was still reluctant to stop. The boy who was planted in the flowerpot was just enough for him to do some tests.

"Don't get in the way." He turned a deaf ear to the boy's cries and moved forward with the knife.

"It is understandable for children to be afraid of the dark. The real tragedy of life is that adults are afraid of the light." After realizing that the boy only knew how to protect himself and cry, Han Fei stood between the boy and F again: "I forget who this is. That's right, but I think it makes sense."

"Many people are confused because they have heard too much truth." F grasped the black knife tightly. He saw that Han Fei insisted on not letting go. After a moment of confrontation, he turned and walked out of the room.

Deeply trapped in a ghost building, there can be no more conflicts among the players. F's doing this does not mean that he agrees with Han Fei, he is just taking care of the overall situation.

After F left, Han Fei also put away the knife, he looked back at the fat boy.

It's very strange. Han Fei, who was extremely terrified in his own home, was no longer afraid when he really faced such a deformed monster, and his heart was very calm.

"Sorry, I can't help you find your parents, all I can do is keep them from hurting you for the time being."

Han Fei didn't expect anything in return, and was about to leave after speaking, but the boy who was trapped in the thorns was crying too sadly.

Han Fei, who had no memory and didn't know how to coax children, reached out and took out a balloon from his pocket, which was the only toy he had at hand.

Try to blow up the balloon, and an adult head appears.

Looking at the gradually enlarged face, the boy cried even more miserably. He was very scared, and more and more thorns began to emerge from the flower pot.

"I'm sorry, I thought you would like this." Han Fei, who was at a loss, hurriedly threw away the human-face balloon. The face happened to touch the thorns around the boy's body and was instantly punctured.

Finding the terrified face shattered and exploded in front of him, the boy's attention was attracted, and his cry became much smaller.

"Your child's hobby is a bit special, isn't it?" Most of the balloons were in F's hands. Seeing that the boy stopped crying, Han Fei squeezed out a smile on his face hidden under the mask: "If I can survive tonight , I'll pop all the balloons in front of you."

The boy didn't know if he understood, anyway, when Han Fei approached, the thorns around him retreated a little.

"I seem to be very attractive to children, and Li Guoer and the women in Paradise also think I'm good." Han Fei heard Qianye's words before: "These game participants seem to regard charm as an item that can be quantified. If the man dressed like a turkey has an eight-point charm, how attractive will I be?"

Subconsciously, Han Fei felt that charm should also be a weapon of his own.

Leaving the eighth floor, a group of people came to the ninth floor~IndoMTL.com~ There were more and more flowerpots placed in the corridor, and the door and corridor were covered with thorns. At first, everyone could barely walk forward. But when it was between the ninth and tenth floors, the corridor was completely blocked by black thorns.

"These things seem to be children's tears, and thorns have grown in flower pots on their backs and pain." Han Fei explained patiently, but no one listened. The thorns that stand in the way are cut.

The black knife, which was easy to slash monsters before, seemed to struggle when slashing thorns. That knife didn't seem to like slicing innocent things.

Little by little, F finally led all the players to the tenth floor.

The missing person notice on the wall has been completely covered by the park advertisement, and in the most prominent place above their heads, there are two words written in red paint - welcome to my home! Welcome to my little paradise!

The text written in paint is similar to the text in the clown mask. Eleven seems to have gone completely crazy at this time.

"The 10th floor always feels like the most critical floor." Han Fei vaguely thought of something, and the experience on the 11th seemed to remind him deliberately: "I seem to have met a very special person on the 10th floor. The important person is that he changed me. He gave me everything he lost."

A light flashed in his mind, Han Fei pressed his head firmly, he glanced at all the players, and finally looked at F who was wearing a mask and holding a black knife: "Could that person be on the tenth floor? Did he take all the things I forgot?"

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