My Iyashikei Game Chapter 726: Only 1 personality

Han Fei's movements were fast, but the little girl's arms were still stained with black mist. She looked at the black blood vessels rapidly spreading under her skin, and the confusion in her eyes slowly dissipated.

"Let's start the sixth round of voting." The magician walked over to Han Fei and the girl. He naturally wanted to hold the girl's hand, but was slapped away by Han Fei.

"hypnotize a child, do you want a face?"

"I have never forced anyone to do anything. If you don't believe me, you can let her make her own choice." The magician touched the doll on his clothes, and he said to the little girl very gently, "Come here. Well, I will protect you to the end, children are the future and hope."

There are two different emotions in the little girl's eyes. On the left is Han Fei, who has lost his facial features and looks extremely scary; on the right is a tall, handsome, sunny and funny magic scarf.

The contrast between the two is stark. In normal life, many people can easily make choices without thinking.

The girl held the rag doll given by the magician, and more and more black lines appeared on her arm. In the end, she had no choice and retreated to her corner.

While witnessing everything silently, my wife's heart is also suffering at this moment.

She recognized Fu Sheng, but now that the inn owner is dead, she has to choose between Fu Sheng and Han Fei next.

Everyone decides the life of the other, and if one is given a way to live, the other will die.

She has also considered three people choosing each other, but one thing cannot be denied, no matter who she chooses, one of Han Fei and Fu Sheng will always vote for the other. Can they trust each other?

The remaining passengers in the hotel each have their own minds, and when faced with different choices, no one can always be perfect.

The sixth round of voting has begun, and to everyone's expectations, fugitives are the first to vote this time. He seemed determined to stand with the screenwriter and Maniac, completely ignoring the future.

Many Laughter, who has the most support on the bright side, also cast his own vote. During the voting process, he glanced at the screenwriter vaguely.

The screenwriter, who once agreed with any of his proposals, had hesitation in his eyes after seeing Han Fei save people.

After voting, he said a few words to the fugitive with a big smile and a smile, then stood back to his place.

The screenwriter also saw all this. He continued to write down Han Fei's name as he did before, and threw the note into the black box.

After the three people voted, Han Fei silently walked to the black box. After confirming that the black mist on the little girl's arm began to spread, he gave his vote to his wife.

The magician followed Han Fei closely, and he kept focusing on the girl, but the girl had no intention of voting for him at all.

Slowly, the indifference on the magician's face disappeared, something he put on the little girl was destroyed by the black mist, and now he can no longer affect the child.

The bug in the pocket crawled onto the shoulder. The magician wanted to say something to the little girl, but Han Fei stopped the two of them and didn't let the magician pass at all.

After the death of the innkeeper, the situation is completely chaotic.

Black rain washed over the hotel, the water in the house kept rising, furniture and corpses floated on the water, and the deceased were getting closer and closer to the passengers standing on the second floor.

A strange black mist spread over the girl's arms, and the magician's face gradually became gloomy. He glared at Han Fei who was blocking the way, resisting the urge to shoot, turned his head and walked in front of the waiter.

"Your grandfather is right, we should cooperate." The magician is very good at changing faces, and when he speaks, he gives people a warm and trustworthy feeling.

"Okay, hopefully we'll make it to the end." The waiter seemed to be an absolute pessimist after the innkeeper's death, in a moody mood.

Different from other people's deliberation, after the waiter agreed to the magician, he took out a piece of paper, wrote something casually, and then threw it into the black box. The whole process only took a few seconds, and the magician did not respond. Come here, the waiter has already voted M

"It's your turn."

After the waiter voted back, instead of standing in the original position, he moved a few steps towards the corridor.

The magician dubiously took out the paper and pen. The waiter agreed too decisively, but he was a little uncomfortable.

Others are also staring at the magician who is going to vote, wanting to see his choice.

While everyone was drawn to the magician, the waiter had his hands in his pockets, fumbling for something.

He slowly retreated against the wall. When someone realized something was wrong, the waiter suddenly accelerated and ran towards the end of the corridor!

Hidden hands in pockets reach out, and the waiter holds a black key in the palm of his hand.

He opened the innkeeper's room, and immediately locked the door after entering. "Stop!"

All the surviving passengers rushed over, kicking Rui on the door.

The specially reinforced door had to be carried several times before it was opened by Rui. When everyone entered the room, they found the waiter kneeling on the ground. In front of him was a dilapidated box with various books stacked in it.

Those books have never been seen on the market, it seems that each book is a collection of all the memories of a person.

"What the **** are you planning with the innkeeper?" "How much else are you hiding from us?

"Sure enough, the murderer is you!"

Faced with everyone's questioning, the waiter didn't even bother to lift his head. His expression was completely desperate, and he seemed to have no strength to speak.

Put the book on the ground and the waiter turns it to the last page.

In the blank space at the end of the story, there is a text left by the innkeeper - the last surviving person will become the new innkeeper and will never be able to leave, continue to run this inn in the depths of the soul, wait for new guests, repeat new game.

"Is this game a hoax? No one can leave? We are destined to be trapped here?" The middle-aged screenwriter did not expect the truth to be like this. The innkeeper should have participated in this game before, and he lived to the end.

"Even in the deepest despair, you occasionally see lost stars. You and the innkeeper must be hiding something from us!" The magician poured out all the books in the box, one of which read In a book full of despair, two pages are missing.

"Looking at the torn parts, the piece of paper we found in the back of the body was torn from this book!"

"Two pages are missing, which means the rule is two pages and we only see one!

"Say! What are the real rules!"

Under pressure from the crowd, the waiter took out another ball of paper from his pocket.

"All souls are equal, it's up to you to choose who I am.

"Put the opponent's name into the black box, and the guest with the fewest votes will become part of the black fog.

The first two sentences are the rules written on the previous sheet, but there is another sentence written on the second sheet hidden by the waiter.

"Passengers who get more than one-third of the total number of votes will become the new me." Passengers stared at the sentence on the second piece of paper. If they knew this rule at first, they might have Will not kill each other.

"More than one-third? You need to get four out of ten votes?" It is also not easy to meet this second condition, and it can be said that the probability is almost zero.

Passengers cannot vote for themselves, which means that in addition to themselves, there must be four other people to support.

It takes the sacrifice of four people to exchange for one person's life.

The innkeeper also knows how difficult it is to do this, so he didn't plan to play the game normally from the beginning, only thinking about training the waiter to be the next innkeeper.

"It turns out that this is the real rule." Despair appeared on the faces of several people in the room. It was difficult for one person to sacrifice himself, let alone for four people to leave their way of life to one person.

"Crack!"

The windows were blown open by the storm, and the frantic black rain fell to the ground, and the building was already teetering on the ground, and the only safe haven for the soul would be overwhelmed by the tide of despair.

"Continue to the sixth round of voting, there is still a chance to be an innkeeper." After the magician cast the vote, he put the black box in front of the middle-aged woman.

The wife's eyes wandered between Fu Sheng and Han Fei. She remembered the agreement between the magician and Fu Sheng just now, and still gave the ticket to Han Fei.

The voting paper disappeared in the black box, everyone was nervous, and it was unknown who would disappear this round.

The clock on the wall is submerged in water, and the sound of time passing is replaced by lightning and thunder.

When a flash of lightning flashed through the window, the magician suddenly clasped his throat with both hands. He stared at the waiter and the little girl with resentment, and a large amount of thick black mist poured out of his mouth: "You two one!”

At the same time, the waiter looked at his hands that were gradually engulfed by the black mist, and then glanced at the middle-aged woman: "You haven't come for the first ninety-nine times, why did you find me this last time? In my memory Everything is fantasy, only you are the reality that is kept in my mind.!

Sighing softly, the waiter seemed to have guessed it a long time ago. When the magician wanted to kill the middle-aged woman with the last minute, he and the magician, covered in black mist, collided.

Neither the waiter nor the magician gave each other their tickets, they had been rivals for years and knew each other too well.

The black mist devoured everything from the two of them, melting them into the black box.

The dumb girl is not dead, but Fu Sheng or Meng who voted for her, no one knows.

Winds blew open windows, rubble and sawdust fell from the roof, and cracks in the walls spread all around. With a rumbling sound, the wooden stairs were washed away, and the passengers inside the house could no longer go to the first floor.

The back road is cut off, and the buildings on the ground become a lonely boat floating on the water.

There are only six people left on the promenade on the second floor. Han Fei and his wife are standing on the left, laughing wildly, the screenwriter and the fugitive are standing on the right, the little girl is squatting in the corner, and the black box is in the middle of everyone.

Lightning struck, allowing the surviving travelers to see each other's faces.

"Let's go, round seven."

The middle-aged screenwriter seemed to be a staunch supporter of Maniac Laughing. He held a note with Han Fei's name on it, covered the wound on his chest, and put his vote into the black box.

No one moved except him until the hotel's exterior wall collapsed, cracks spread from the roof to the ground, and the second floor they were on was no longer safe.

"Self-sacrifice, or let myself live" The fugitive touched his heart. After hesitating for a long time, he made a choice. He put a piece of white paper he had prepared into the black box.

He did the same with a dumb girl who couldn't communicate with anyone,

Everyone treats her as a tool, except for Han Fei.

"Why do people have to go through so many choices in life? It seems that there are many ways to go, but in the end they bring the same pain." The wife silently put a piece of paper with her name on it and put it into the black box.

All the other four cast their votes, and in the end only Han Fei and Manxiao were left.

The two stood on both sides of the promenade, the thunder roared outside the window, the lightning and the wind were intertwined, and the torrential rain swept the hotel full of sins.

"I'm curious, how did you find this building? I've taken away all the memories of personality struggles and labyrinths, and I've stripped you of your identity as the owner of the black box, why are you still here? ?" Maniac stood in front of Han Fei with the black box between them.

"In this shrine memory world, there are two owners of the black box. The previous owner of the black box guided the way for me." Han Fei raised his head and smiled wildly with his **** face.

"It turned out to be Fu Sheng? He's really a contradictory guy, and he interprets the word "human" to the fullest." He laughed and picked up a ball of paper and placed it on the top of the black box: "Who do you think will win between the two of us? "

"It should be me."

"Why?"

"Probably because I have a friend named Huang Ying."

"This is your reason? No one wants to approach." Han Fei looked at Mang Laugh's handsome and warm smile. Even if he knew it was Man Laugh's disguise, he still didn't break it. He had never seen a smile on himself, and now he knew what he looked like when he smiled.

“Do you consider yourself my friend?”

"If only the two of us are left in the end, I will vote for you. I can't let you bear all the hardships. In the end, I have hope alone."

Han Fei and Kuangxiao looked at each other, and then released their hands at the same time. The paper **** in their palms fell into the black box, and a completely different scene appeared.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the box, and then the black box began to swallow the fog and black rain outside the hotel.

After more than ten seconds, the screenwriter and the fugitive fell to the ground, black mist emerged from the depths of their blood vessels, and the smile on his grinning face gradually became exaggerated, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly turned into hysterical laughter!

The deeper the despair, the thicker the black fog in his body. He laughed wildly and opened his arms. He fought against the black fog with his fleshly body. When the screenwriter and the fugitive were dragged to the black box, he still stood there.

The middle-aged screenwriter is a spider who came in with Han Fei. He left all the scripts behind. When Han Fei saved the girl, he saw who the real Han Fei was.

The one-armed fugitive is the ghost management~IndoMTL.com~ He is going to let Han Fei succeed him as the new ghost. Only he and Han Fei know the secret of the butcher knife hidden in his heart.

The mute girl is Hachi, but some unknown changes have obviously taken place in this child.

The last is the wife. She is the most important person. Without her, Han Fei would probably be killed first.

In the seventh round of voting, all four chose Han Fei who was disfigured. Even if Han Fei changed his appearance and became a monster, they still recognized him.

Actually, Crazy Laugh noticed when the screenwriter voted. The middle-aged screenwriter still wrote Han Fei's name on the blank paper, but the screenwriter's expression was slightly different from before.

There are more and more cracks on the surface of the black box. The despair of the whole world seems to be coming here. The laughter can't be held anymore. His body moves towards the black box little by little. When passing by Han Fei, he His face half-corroded by the black mist looked at Han Fei.

Crazy laughter sounded, and Han Fei's figure reflected in his eyes: "There is one more thing to tell you, our deal is that you rescue me, and I will help you hold down all the park managers, that's all. “

"It doesn't matter, this face should be regarded as a thank you for your last vote to Xiaoba.

Han Fei has been exchanging votes with his wife from beginning to end. Except for the mad laugh, everyone else seems to have voted for Han Fei, so there is only one possibility that Xiao Ba was not swallowed by the black fog. To the dumb girl.

"She's just like me, she's seen as the key to despair."

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