My Iyashikei Game Chapter 694: The mirror of the world

Eight kinds of instruments are used in the resurrection ceremony. The mirror with the birth date is the most important one. It reflects the past and separates the dream and reality. One side is yin and the other is yang. All resurrection ceremonies have its existence.

"Why is the child in the mirror?" Xiao Jia leaned beside Han Fei, and he wanted to hold the old leader's thigh tightly.

"It is said that when people die, part of their souls will remain in the mirror they often looked in during their lifetime. This may be the same principle." Ah Chong stood on the other side of Han Fei. After the scarred arm, he felt that Han Fei and himself were the same people and became Han Fei's follower.

Han Fei didn't answer the two people's questions, but just held the red rope and walked forward.

"The plastic surgery hospital has been set up as an altar, and the eight buildings correspond to eight kinds of appliances. The dream is to be resurrected here..."

Originally, Han Fei thought that Fu Sheng was the choice of the three managers of the park, but now he realizes that Meng is also playing on Fu Sheng's ideas. Fu Sheng should be the "product" of the mutual compromise and calculation of all the managers of the park. .

There was a large-scale collapse in the underground of Building No. 7. Du Jing has been in charge of the restoration project. Unfortunately, she has already been controlled by the dream, and the entire hospital has been transformed into the appearance of the dream.

The corpses that fill the deep pit form "Building No. 8". Horror, despair, and negative emotions are constantly fermenting, which seems to correspond to the deep world.

Above Building 8 is the clean and tidy Building 7, which represents healing, hope and death.

The recovered patients regained their smiles and left with their families. The patients who failed to be rescued were transferred to the ground, and their gradually cold corpses became a brick for building the deep world.

Han Fei stepped on the corpse and climbed up. He grabbed the black hair hanging in the air and came to the place where Building No. 7 and Building No. 8 are connected as if climbing a rock.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei didn't care about the stench escaping in the air. His fingers were embedded in the corpse, and he got closer to the mirror.

The young man locked in the mirror heard the sound, turned his back to the mirror, curled up in the corner, clasped his legs, and buried his head between his knees.

He didn't dare to look at the outside world, let alone the courage to step out of the mirror.

"Fu Sheng?"

Han Fei stopped in front of the huge mirror. He looked at the young man in the mirror. The broken memories in his mind were gradually merged together, and scenes were restored.

The young man in the mirror is the same as the Fu Sheng in his memory. Everything seems to be back to when we first met.

Fu Sheng locked himself in his room and refused to communicate with anyone. The world was full of malice towards him. He was lonely and miserable.

"Fu Sheng!" Han Fei shouted towards the mirror, but the young man was unmoved, not even raising his head.

The young man huddled in the corner of the room is the Fu Sheng in Han Fei's memory, not the fragments of Fu Sheng's memory.

"You should remember me! In that little park, we ate together and fed the cat."

Han Fei's hand touched the mirror surface, but the cold and hard mirror was like a cage that could never be broken, and Han Fei's voice could not be transmitted.

"The soul is retained in the mirror. Dream can use the remnant soul in the mirror to manipulate the young man and slowly achieve the purpose of controlling the other party." The injured Yan Le suddenly spoke, Yan Le's mother wanted to express herself The value of : "Dream has prepared eight bodies for himself, Yan Le and Fu Sheng are his choices, but Fu Sheng's situation is very special, and other managers also value him more."

"How did you know this?"

"I saw him at night in the paradise. Both the 'human' and the 'ghost' want to instill their ideas into the child and make him the new owner of the paradise." Yan Le's expression is grim, and she is still her mother now In manipulating her body: "The Paradise Family Home, the Plastic Surgery Hospital, in addition to these two places, there are six other places in the city that also hide the body of the dream. If you want to destroy the ritual of the dream, you must remove all the bodies. Destroy them all."

It is said that the cunning rabbit has three caves, and the dream has prepared eight ways for him.

"It seems that time is very tight." Nodding, Han Fei asked Xiao Jia to carry Fu Tian over, and they worked together to put the young Fu Tian in front of the mirror.

Without Han Fei speaking, Fu Tian lay on the mirror and called out his brother's name. He is now a child of several years old, separated from his mother and mixed with a group of outlaws. He can usually remain calm. , Now when he sees his relatives, he immediately reveals his vulnerable side.

Fu Tian cried. His brother, who he regarded as a role model, was locked in the mirror and looked extremely depressed.

"Mom has been looking for you! She also lied to me that you went to study abroad! She is calling every night to collect clues, and she really misses you!"

The young man in the mirror moved his ears slightly, but his body still did not respond.

"Brother!"

As Fu Tian's voice became louder, the silence of the hospital was also broken, and there seemed to be insects crawling on the corpses that were used as bricks.

The drooping black hair swayed slightly. There was obviously no wind in the ground, but the black hair was bent and turned like a bug caught in the mud.

"Dream has traps near every resurrection ceremony. The trap on Yan Le's body is a butterfly that can fall into a dream. I don't know what the trap here is. You'd better be careful." Yan Le's mother finished. After that, he grabbed the arm of the incumbent's brain, gave him a look, and signaled that he was ready to step back.

In Yan Le's mother's world, everything added up is less important than her daughter, who has become her obsession.

The young Fu Tian didn't understand this. He was frightened along the way. After seeing his brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, his inner grievances and unease broke out completely. He wanted to wake up his brother.

After my father left, my elder brother was the backbone of the family. He promised to take care of his mother together and live a hard life, but his elder brother ran away by himself and disappeared into the crowd without any news.

He didn't understand, couldn't figure it out, but in order not to upset his mother, he didn't dare to ask.

"Your brother has his own difficulties. He chose between people and ghosts, and between home and the city, he chose the city. From this point of view, he really cannot be regarded as a bad person. At least with me In comparison, he is more like a good person." This memory shrine is to reproduce everything that happened in the past in front of Han Fei's eyes, and it is the last time Fu Sheng wants to convince Han Fei.

"It has been proved to be a wrong path, and there is no need to go on it again. I also know that it is difficult to walk on a new path, and I will face obstacles from all forces, old and new, but there are many things in this world, not because of Difficulties can be given up.”

The "Building No. 8" built from corpses began to mutate. The corpses that should have died were pierced by black hairs, their chests undulating slightly, and after connecting into a large piece, it seemed that the whole building was breathing.

He took out the butcher's knife, and Han Fei asked Fu Tian to go backward. His idea was very simple. If the dream imprisoned Fu Sheng's remnant soul in the mirror, he would split the mirror and rescue him.

"The more enemies you kill, the sharper you will be in life. The dream of building a mirror has created boundless murder, and I should be able to cut through what he left behind."

The mutation of "Building No. 8" began to accelerate. All the patients and medical staff in the hospital gathered here. The number was terrifying. Everyone except Han Fei was killed.

"Han Fei! Let's evacuate first!" Xiao Jia is the closest to Han Fei, and his experience in the past few days is more terrifying than all the nightmares he has had in the past half of his life.

"You bring Fu Tian with you, and you go back to the ground first!"

"How about you?"

"Don't worry about me!" Han Fei held the knife in both hands. He stood with all the fellows in the handle of the knife, his thoughts concentrated and his wills overlapped.

Cut!

A dazzling light flashed in the dark underground building, and the most beautiful part of human nature turned into a blade, slashing on the mirror surface.

Life and death were at stake. Han Fei swung his sword with all his strength, but the sound of the broken mirror was not heard.

Looking up in surprise, Han Fei found that the mirror surface was like a wave of water, and the knife of rebirth was cut into the mirror, but it was unable to destroy the mirror, and instead showed signs of merging with it.

At the same time as the knife of rebirth slashed into the mirror, strange faces appeared on the mirror. There was no pain or sadness on their faces, only faint smiles and relief.

"Can't split the knife of death? What is this mirror made of?"

Han Fei slashed it down, and all the corpses that made up "Building No. 8" turned into corpses. They became angry for no reason, as if someone had destroyed their only remaining hope.

The eyes on the corpse wall slowly opened, the scabbed wound oozing blood, the large corpse plaques fell off, and pairs of vicious eyes stared at Han Fei, who was holding the knife.

"I seem to understand the trick of the butterfly." Han Fei figured out the key in a very short time: "Dream is good at playing with people's hearts, he can weave nightmares, and he can weave beautiful dreams. All the good emotions in the patient and the doctor's heart are stripped out, and they are made into a mirror with the hopes and memories of others."

"This mirror hanging on the corpse cave in **** is not only a cage for Fu Sheng's remnant soul, but also a gathering of the best obsessions of all the deceased. As long as someone destroys the mirror, it is destroying the beautiful memories of all the deceased, naturally It will provoke their anger and make them desperate."

Dream inadvertently builds a delicate balance. The world is above and the deep world is below. The two worlds are connected by the best memories of human nature. Hope and despair exist at the same time.

What's even more wonderful is that all these good things have nothing to do with Fu Sheng. The world he wants to save doesn't love him, and he leaves the deepest despair to him. This may also be the remnant soul trapped in the mirror. Among them, one of the reasons why there is no response to the outside world.

"Dream draws out everyone's beautiful memories and makes it a mirror that imprisons the soul, making people immersed in it and unable to leave. But I made the human nature that everyone insisted on at the end become a blade, which can cut through all evil." /

With his palm touching the mirror, Han Fei stared at the young man curled up in the corner in the mirror, as if he had returned to the world of the previous shrine.

"You have suffered too many things. This may be the fate of being selected by the black box."

Han Fei wanted to convey his voice, but the corpses in the whole building were turning corpses. If he didn't leave, it would be difficult for Xu Qin to protect him.

"I seem to have missed something..." When Han Fei was about to turn around, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a **** the young man's neck, which seemed to be the strap of a mobile phone case.

Taking a closer look, the young man was curled up, and there seemed to be something pressing between his chest and knees.

Putting his lips together, Han Fei remembered the scene where he and Fu Sheng finally met. After hesitating for a while, he shouted at Xiao You, "Give me your cell phone!"

Xiaoyou's mother brought the blood-stained mobile phone, and Han Fei tried his best to recall the last number.

The memory fragments were put together, and he turned on the phone and pressed a number.

Soon, the phone is connected.

The familiar ringtone of the mobile phone rang both inside and outside the mirror. Fu Sheng, who had been curling up in the corner with his head down, moved slightly. For the first time, he reacted to the outside world and slowly raised his head, those numb eyes. Saw the caller ID on the phone.

After a brief daze, his eyes changed.

Holding the phone in both hands, he stood up and glanced around. At that moment, he became like a normal person again.

The corpse transformation of "Building No. 8" has already begun. Han Fei's legs were caught by the hands reaching out from the corpse wall, but he had no intention of dodging at all. He stared straight at the young man in the mirror. man, and put the phone to his ear.

The bell kept ringing, Fu Sheng stared at the screen for a long time, and finally pressed the answer button.

The sound of his breathing came from the microphone. After hesitating for a long time, Fu Sheng said something.

"Is that you?"

"It's me."

The phone screen is blurry~IndoMTL.com~Where are you? "

"Outside the mirror, I've been looking at you."

Fu Sheng, holding the phone, walked out of the darkness. He didn't know where the mirror was. The world in the mirror seemed to be pitch black, without any light.

"It's okay, don't worry, you do as I say, go forward, yes, keep going forward."

Han Fei's voice came from the mobile phone. The young man stepped forward to the mirror with Han Fei's help just like before, and his hand also touched the mirror surface.

"Are you outside?"

"Yes, there is a mirror between us. I'm looking at you, but you can't see me, but when you're in the dark, I still want to cheer you up."

The fragments of memory spread out in his mind. With just a few words, Han Fei had already determined that the Fu Sheng in front of him was the one who had met him before, and the first Fu Sheng in the memory world of this shrine.

"Can't you see?" Fu Sheng put his hand on the mirror: "I can see all the ghosts, but I can't see you and my mother."

"You take a step back first. I want to stab my knife into the mirror. See if you can catch it." Han Fei is not the kind of person who will give up easily. The fellows slashed towards the mirror together, and the bright and bright blade seemed to be a helping hand to Fu Sheng from everyone.