My Iyashikei Game Chapter 645: Tips for clowns
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It seemed that only Han Fei could hear what the clown said. His voice sounded directly in Han Fei's heart. He seemed to know all the thoughts in his heart.
Fear hit Han Fei like a giant wave. Without any hesitation, he shouted to the last player in the team: "Run! The ghost is behind you!"
At the same time as his throat made a sound, Han Fei's body was already rushing towards the player. All of this was done subconsciously. In such a dangerous situation, he did not consider his own safety and made a very decisive move.
"Very good, you made the first choice." The clown opened his mouth close to the player, his teeth full of curse words bit into the player's soft neck: "You want to save him, but he Died because of you."
Until this time, the player at the back of the team still didn't feel pain. He was startled by Han Fei's sudden shout, but he turned around and saw nothing, and said something crazy at Han Fei.
But just as he was about to say the second sentence, strips of black blood appeared on the place where the clown bit his neck, and those bloodshots gradually swelled and quickly became thick Black blood vessels!
When the pain came, the player turned his head a second time, and he saw the head of the clown on his neck.
The screams sounded, but it was too late, and ordinary people seemed to only see them at the moment of their own death and when the ghosts were killing people.
For that player, whatever the reason for his ability to see the "ghost", his end is already doomed.
After the nibble, the disfigured clown's mouth rose, and he pushed the player to the ground.
"Ghost! There's a ghost! The ghost is behind us!" The fake white mask shattered into pieces, and the player clutched his neck, wriggling and struggling desperately, like a bug with only half of his body left on the ground. Doing so only aggravated his pain.
All players looked towards the entrance of the stairs, but they didn't see the existence of "ghosts", they only saw their partners struggling and screaming frantically on the ground.
"Shorthair, what's the matter with you?" The bald prisoner walked towards here.
"Don't go there! The ghost killed him! The ghost is right there!" Han Fei stared at the clown among the countless human head balloons. Of all the game participants, he seemed to be the only one who could see the ghost!
As early as when he was rushing to the Perfect Life B&B, he felt his arm being grabbed on the way. He glanced around and saw a pale arm. At that time, he felt a little strange, why can he see ghosts?
"Because when the ghost wants you to see it, you can see it." The clown's voice resounded in Han Fei's heart again: "You must have forgotten the transaction between us, but it doesn't matter, I believe you will still do it. That choice, because you will always be you."
The balloons fluttered, as if the heads were trying to escape from the clown. In the gaps in the balloons, the clown's face was completely exposed.
"Compared to them, I am still most optimistic about you, so I will bet my hopes on you."
The manic laughter sounded, and the clown's body was elongated. He behaved very strangely, but no one could see him except Han Fei.
"Blessed lucky, you can see the eyes of ghosts, a chance to return to the soul, the talents you have obtained from his memory are still there, it means that he is also optimistic about you, I seem to have known his wishes, then Killed by your own hands." The clown laughed hoarsely, but he still kept laughing, as if he had encountered the funniest thing in the world.
"Who is he?" Han Fei asked his first question, which he almost blurted out, as if the answer to this question was very important to him.
"I don't know whose body he will hide in this time, and whose soul will be used to kill you." The clown looked at Han Fei's arm: "You were killed either directly or indirectly by him. Ninety-nine times, this is the difference between you and him. Of course, it is also possible that you did all this on purpose. But it doesn't matter now, you only have one last chance to choose."
The player on the ground lost his vitality in the torment. His death was extremely tragic, and his skin was occupied by thick black blood vessels.
"If you choose good, there may be more people who shouldn't die; if you choose evil, there may be many resurrected people who deserve to die." The balloons around the clown all flew, and under his feet A black clock appeared.
On the surface is a child's face, with his age written around it, and the pointer is condensed with memories, full of his joys and sorrows.
“Everything that happens every second of every day is here. Life is like a countdown clock. The pendulum is contentment and despair on one side. The only thing missing from the whole clock is happiness and smiles. "
The clown squatted on the clock. He stared straight at Han Fei: "If you want to find your smile, you must first see your own happiness. My happiness is there. What does your happiness look like?"
The laughing clown is like a hysterical madman, laughing until tears fall.
"Who are you talking to?" Li Guo'er stood tightly beside Han Fei, she felt that Han Fei was in a wrong state, like sleepwalking, very strange.
Standing on the spot, Han Fei did not answer Li Guoer's question, his eyes moved from the clown to the clock.
The child on the dial seems to be himself, and this handcrafted timepiece seems to be alluding to his life.
"You seem to be helping me? Why are you doing this? Why don't I have the slightest impression of the transaction you mentioned earlier?" As long as Han Fei has an idea, the other party's voice will sound in his heart, the clown's ability Very scary, definitely not an ordinary "ghost".
"On the eleventh death, you did what I regret and did what I didn't do. You saved that reward for this one, maybe you've decided to die ninety since then It's been nine times." The clown's stomach started to hurt when he laughed. He seemed to have said too many things that he shouldn't have said. I hope that person will be you, and I can give you one more gift before my body that represents childhood memories completely collapses."
The smile on his face turned terrifying, and the twenty-two-armed monster seemed to be provoked, and began frantically attacking everyone around him.
"Kill everyone who could be him as soon as possible, you have no chance to come back." The clown grinned, his smile could not bring warmth to others, only despair and pain.
"You keep laughing hysterically, is it because you are afraid that once you stop smiling, your tears will flow uncontrollably?" Han Fei didn't know why he said such a thing, he just put himself The real thoughts in my heart were spoken.
The expression of the laughing clown slowly changed, and the smile on his face gradually subsided: "Did you say this to yourself?"
The clock beneath my feet begins to turn, which seems to be a sign that the game has really begun.
The Joker also seems to have completed the deal, his body shattering in countless human head balloons along with the clock.
Han Fei's extreme uneasiness disappeared, and there were more death fragments in his heart. He seemed to have been killed ten times by that clown ~IndoMTL.com~ shook his head, Han Fei only remembered the pain of death, but Forgot about other things.
It is precisely because of the unforgettable pain that he has serious delusions of persecution. Whenever he thinks of death, he will feel uneasy and fearful.
"What's wrong with you?" Li Guo'er was not worried about Han Fei. When she asked, Han Fei was already walking forward.
The clown and the clock were buried in the sea of flowers as if they had never appeared, leaving only a piece of paper on the ground.
It appears to have been ripped from the cover of the script, with the words of a poet written on it.
"One night I burned all my memories, and my dreams have become transparent since then."
"I threw away all my yesterdays one morning, and my steps have been light since then."
Looking at the other side of the shredded paper, it is Han Fei's own handwriting - there is no past, no future, should I see my truest self? (To be continued)