My Iyashikei Game Chapter 751: Dead Mirror
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In the oppressive hall, the butcher who called himself Liming, clenched his sharp knife and walked towards the woman wearing the death mask.
The weak **** of death and the butcher of dawn, this weird scene exudes a different kind of beauty.
The **** of death wants to stab the injection into the neck of the innocent, but the butcher stands in front of the innocent, and he wants to **** the person from the **** of death.
The dim light flickered for a moment. At the moment when the light dimmed, Han Fei rushed forward with a knife. His speed was so fast that the audience could only see something passing by.
"Boom!"
There was a crisp sound when the blades collided, and a trace of surprise flashed in Han Fei's eyes. He knew the danger of the other party, so he didn't hold back.
But what he didn't expect was that the weak-looking woman actually caught his knife.
Compared to Han Fei, the death woman was even more surprised. Her wrist holding the knife was slightly numb, as if she was about to lose consciousness.
"You want to complete your own work, but why is it that you are not someone else's work?" Han Fei swung his knife continuously: "People who like to kill must be prepared to be killed at any time. If you realize this If there is none, the hand holding the knife will shake."
The Grim Reaper's strength is not as strong as Han Fei's, but she is already much stronger than an ordinary adult, and she is so fast that she is so sensitive that she doesn't seem like a human being.
The more they fought, the more strange Han Fei felt. He thought he could quickly get rid of the members of this club, but he didn't expect the first person he met to be so powerful.
The two were fighting on stage, and the audience watched with gusto, they didn't care who killed who, all they wanted to watch was the killing process.
The man and woman were very excited to see Han Fei fighting with the death woman, and they also started fighting.
The world of this group of lunatics is difficult for ordinary people to understand. For example, Shen Luo, who is shrunk in his place at this time, always feels that he is out of place with this place.
The death woman blocked Han Fei's ten attacks in a row. When Han Fei was about to swing the eleventh knife, the woman gave up resistance and fled backwards.
She was familiar with all the layouts in the hall, and quietly moved to the secret door during the knife setting process.
"Want to run?"
Han Fei had already seen the opponent's thoughts. He aimed at the woman's neck and slashed directly.
The blade fell, and the woman's neck was bent at a strange angle. She avoided Han Fei's blade, turned over, jumped into the secret door, and disappeared into the darkness.
However, Han Fei's knife was not completely useless. His blade cut through the death mask on the woman's face, and saw half of her face.
It's a bit familiar, the other party seems to be the kind of big guy who often appears on TV.
"I remember you."
The secret door was pitch black, emitting a strange smell of medicine and stench, and Han Fei didn't dare to pursue it rashly.
Holding the knife, he turned and looked down the stage.
"One ran away, but it's okay, there are others."
Seeing that Han Fei was looking at him, the couple took out various things from the package with a strange smile. You can't kill each other, otherwise you will be targeted by all members of the club, since you are a newcomer, forget it this time."
"Why forget it? I still want to make him a waiter, wrap him in leather clothes, and sew beautiful clothes onto his skin." The woman patted the man's arm and said with some dissatisfaction .
"Senior members can't kill each other? With such a rule, do you still deserve to be called a killing club? You are a blasphemy against death, and no one can deprive the other party of the right to die." Han Fei stepped on The bright red wine came towards the two of them: "I'll help you purify your filth and take you to the place you need to go."
He walked faster and faster, and by the time the two men realized, Han Fei had already drawn closer.
The strength of this pair of men and women is very different from that of the woman wearing the death mask. They are only a little stronger than ordinary people.
"Stop!" After Han Fei abolished the man and woman, the parrot man came late, followed by three waiters: "It's the first time you come here, you dare to break the rules, you two don't go tonight Let's go!"
"I didn't do anything..." Shen Luo sat on the spot and muttered softly.
"You can kill unscrupulously in order to complete your own work, can't I kill to complete mine? You have double standards." Han Fei laughed, and his words were full of sarcasm. After confirming that the man and woman could not fight back, they raised their knives and walked towards the parrot man.
"You still want to kill us?" The parrot man's voice became thinner, and he had rarely seen someone as crazy as Han Fei.
"The name of my work is "Dawn Butcher". If I kill only one person, can that be called a butcher?" Han Fei rushed towards the parrot man with a smile: "I will use your corpses to pave a bridge. It can let me walk through the darkness and see the dawn."
No longer any nonsense, Han Fei used the fastest speed to close the distance, his fighting intuition and actual combat ability were enough to crush anyone, which was honed from hundreds of life-and-death fights.
"I've seen a lot of people like you." The parrot man took out a stun gun from his waist, but what he didn't know was that Han Fei had already seen through him when they first met.
The dagger was thrown, with great force, piercing the parrot man's palm.
Han Fei kicked the waiter down and blocked another waiter in front of him.
He took this meat shield and rushed forward, fully interpreting the violence.
Han Fei seldom fights protracted battles, and all his movements aim to kill with one blow. Li Xue instilled this concept when he taught Han Fei, and she probably didn't expect that Han Fei could bring this concept to the extreme.
"Damn it?" Shen Luo, who was watching the battle next to him, was stunned. He never thought that Han Fei, who was looking at the gentle and gentle, would fight so fiercely.
This can't even be described as fierce, it's simply brutal.
In Han Fei's view, the invincible and fearsome perverted murderer is like a toy in Han Fei's hands. Every reaction of the opponent's every step is in his expectation. It was destined to be the same.
Wiping the blood off his hands, Han Fei was the only one standing in the hall.
"You, you killed them?" Shen Luo asked frightenedly, stammering.
"If I kill them, how is it different from them?" Han Fei began to search his body, as if groping for a corpse in the deep world, and his movements were extremely professional.
"You are indeed much scarier than them." Shen Luo wanted to stand up, but his legs were numb.
"Hold this stun gun for self-defense, and don't touch other things." Han Fei pulled Shen Luo up from the seat, and handed the parrot man's stun gun to Shen Luo: "The police should be coming soon, Let's use this time to look around."
Han Fei took Shen Luo out of Hall No. 1, and they walked towards the depths of the corridor.
The basement of this hotel was originally a private wine cellar, but after it was emptied, it became one of the strongholds of the killing club. There are two halls, a preparation room and a monitoring room in the basement.
Club members will contact each other through some special means to determine the location of the exhibited works, and then announce it that night.
The location of their activities is different every time, all over the outskirts. If they want to really destroy this club, they may have to break into their interior and get in touch with their senior management.
Passing through the two **** halls, Han Fei entered the preparation room, where various costumes and props were placed, which looked like an ancient execution room.
All the "works" will be temporarily placed here before being exhibited on stage, so the "smell" in this room is very strong.
"Han Fei, why don't we wait for the police to arrive before continuing the search."
Shen Luo covered his mouth and nose, he couldn't stand the atmosphere here.
"I seem to have missed something. Why is this room weird?" Han Fei walked to the middle of the room and looked at the table where the murderer's works were placed.
The wall directly opposite the table is covered with all kinds of masks, including animals and ghosts.
Han Fei tried to buckle the wall, and he found that the so-called wall was actually a special piece of cloth, and all the masks were hung on that piece of cloth.
Picking off the cloth that was the same color as the wall, a mirror appeared in front of Han Fei.
All works to be exhibited on stage must first be placed in front of this mirror.
"This mirror is so scary!"
Shen Luo and Han Fei saw the mirror at the same time. The two people in the mirror looked different from their real ones. There was a huge colorful butterfly on Shen Luo's face, which was very scary; Han Fei's side was even more terrifying , standing behind him in the mirror was a **** corpse, and the two of them were back to back no matter where they went.
The sense of happiness is based on comparison. Originally, Shen Luo was very uncomfortable when he saw himself in the mirror and tried his best to scratch his face, but when he saw Han Fei's appearance in the mirror, the discomfort in his heart seemed to disappear a little.
"Han Fei, why are we in this mirror different from reality?"
"It can reflect us in another world." Han Fei walked to the mirror: "Someone is using the mirror to sacrifice, which is related to the ghosts living in the deep."
The death clubs are marked in the deep world map shown by Du Jing. In reality, these things began to appear in the outer suburbs of Xinhu a long time ago.
With the ability of hatred, even a butterfly cannot affect reality on such a large scale, and the butterfly itself is already the top level of hatred.
Thinking of this, four words came to Han Fei's mind - unspeakable.
"You wait here." Han Fei went back to Hall 1 and caught the parrot man.
There is a mirror like this in all the strongholds of the death club. They call it the mirror of death, through which people can see the appearance of the depths of their souls.
This mirror is the biggest secret of every stronghold of the Death Club, and not everyone is qualified to see it.
According to what the parrot man said, the members of the death club are divided into five categories. One category is waiting-to-be-watched members like artists and barbecue shop owners. After they complete a certain number of works, they will have the opportunity to visit the stronghold.
One level higher than the member to be observed is the official member~IndoMTL.com~ These people can get a certain score after submitting their works, and they can exchange the score for something.
Further up is the senior member, only the senior member is entitled to the location and time of the exhibition, and their works also have the opportunity to be put on the stage.
The organizers of each stronghold are at the same level as the senior members, and only at their level are they qualified to know the existence of the dead mirror.
Above them are the core members of the club. The parrot man has only met this part of the core members once. They have the right to rate each work, and they need to decide whether a newcomer is eligible to become a member.
And above the core members, there is another level. The parrot man only knows the existence of this level, but he doesn't know how to call the other party, because he has never seen it before.
During the conversation with the parrot man, Han Fei discovered another problem. After seeing Han Fei and Shen Luo in the death mirror, the other party's attitude changed fundamentally. Fei and Shen Luo were regarded as "the same kind".
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