My Iyashikei Game Chapter 783: The case of the craftsman

Latest website: After saying Baicha's name, Han Fei looked at the old man next to him: "Everyone is sitting in the same boat now, there is no need to keep hiding it, right? Knowing the abilities of our friends will also allow us to deal with them more effectively. Dangerous."

The old man was taken aback by Han Fei's masterful acting skills. After thinking for a long time, he tore off a leaf from the strange plant behind him and handed it to Han Fei: "I am the waste that the gods dropped when they created a certain work." , I don’t have a name, I only remember a number 100, my body and soul are like a tattered flower pot, the core is the flower that grows on my back.”

"The plant on your back is a flower." Han Fei really didn't see it at first.

"Yes, a flower that even the gods find an eyesore." The old man didn't continue this topic, he looked at Sister Hong very vigilantly: "We have both confessed, what about you?"

"I'm just an ordinary woman in Red Lane."

"Ordinary residents can know so many inside stories." The old man obviously didn't believe it, but if Sister Hong didn't say anything, he couldn't help it. If he wanted to get through the night safely, he had to rely on Sister Hong.

The sound of running water in the bathroom gradually stopped, and Xiao Zhu, who had put on another dress, walked out of the house, her mood stabilized a little.

"Thank you."

The skinny body looked like a flower stalk that could be broken easily, Xiaozhu walked to the side of the bed, and picked out two coins carved from bones from the stinking gap.

"Keep it for yourself. I'm not short of money. I usually feed it to dogs." Han Fei rejected Xiaozhu. When he wanted to say something, a strange sound came from outside the house. The sound of footsteps, the other party seemed to be walking in the promenade wearing shoes filled with water.

The several people in the room closed their mouths tacitly, and they looked at the door together.

The person making strange footsteps in the corridor seems to be looking for someone. He will randomly open the door to check. If the people in the room dare to resist, the scolding will soon turn into screaming.

Sister Hong signaled everyone not to move, she approached the door lightly, looked out through the crack of the door, and several messengers in red raincoats staggered past her door.

It may be that Han Fei's high luck value played a role, and the red raincoat did not stop at their door.

"Those believers rarely come to the sixth floor, what happened?" Sister Hong dared to express her doubts after those people had gone far away.

"There are messengers patrolling the streets outside." Han Fei also walked over. After seeing the water stains on the ground and the marks left by the scratches of the raincoat, he immediately understood that the believers that Sister Hong said were the ones in the system prompt messenger.

"Believers are the most loyal fanatics of the gods. Sometimes I suspect that they have no self-awareness, they are just puppets dominated by some kind of power, but the most terrifying thing is that they usually behave like normal people. Only when we profane They will only be exposed when they are gods."

"I understand. Believers are tools used by the gods to supervise this building." Others cannot identify believers, but Han Fei can easily determine whether a person is a believer or not through the system's identification function. It's good news: "In this building, as long as we don't 'offend' the gods, we should be able to live well."

It's not Han Fei's style to hide xz in the east. He wants to find a way out in this sinful land.

"It's unspeakable to keep all the evil and resentment here. Since he wants to raise Gu, it's better for us to eat other evil and make ourselves the most poisonous one."

Sister Hong and the old man only wanted to hide, but Han Fei was going to fight hard. This was the difference in layout.

"Don't be impulsive." The old man reminded at the right time.

"Chaos is an upward ladder. There are no obvious rules or constraints in this place. As long as we are quick and quick enough, we can completely make ourselves a new totalitarian." The ambition in Han Fei's eyes burned like a flame, making him Sister Hong didn't dare to look at him: "You and Xiaozhu have been bullied a lot in this place, have you ever thought that maybe one day you can bully others unscrupulously, and torture all those who tortured you to death? Die."

With the voice kissed by the devil combined with master-level acting skills, coupled with the professional temperament of the husband, Han Fei wants to convince

Sister Hong is not difficult: "If we cooperate well enough, I can help you become the new owner of Red Lane."

To be honest, Sister Hong was really moved, and the numbness in her eyes subsided a little. People who are struggling on the edge of life and death will always struggle to grab the straw on the shore.

"What do you need from me"

"First of all, you have to tell me who are the regular customers of the restaurant, and I will find a way to get rid of them, and then I need you to tell me all the information about the current owner of Red Lane." No matter what aspect of Han Fei's speech, he looked at it They are all different from criminal detectives, but they just make people feel trustworthy.

"The regular customers of the restaurant are not on this floor. Zhu Wu often delivers meals to other floors. There is someone upstairs who loves his meat and even gave him an elevator card." Sister Hong's ambition was ignited by Han Fei She began to take the initiative to explain to Han Fei: "The owner of the red alley is special. You may not believe it. It is actually a piece of clothing that forces all the victims to sell their bodies."

"Clothes" Han Fei and the old man were a little puzzled.

"There are a few red rooms in the deepest part of the sixth floor, where an extremely ugly pockmarked man lives. He is privately called a monster by the neighbors, but on the surface everyone still takes good care of him, because he is here. The most skillful tailor and craftsman.”

"Mazi looks extremely ugly, but he adopted a very cute girl."

"As she grows older, the girl becomes more and more beautiful. She is like a flower blooming in this mud, which is incompatible with all the darkness around her."

"The tailor has always been protecting the girl. The tailor in the eyes of the neighbors takes great care of and loves the child, and leaves all the good things to the child. Everyone thinks that their relationship must be very good, which is rare in this land of sin. Pure."

"But from a certain day on, that incomparably beautiful girl never appeared again. The tailor went crazy and searched everywhere, but he couldn't find his adopted daughter. He became crazy, violent and distorted. "

"The neighbors were more sympathetic to the tailor at first, but no one thought of what happened later."

"A week later, in the middle of the night, Mazi's adopted daughter reappeared on the sixth floor. She was made into clothes and worn on Mazi's body. She could never escape Mazi's control."

"It was only later that the neighbors figured out that Mazi's love for his adopted daughter was abnormal, and it was Mazi who killed his adopted daughter's biological parents. He couldn't bear to be separated from his adopted daughter, so he finally made his adopted daughter into a piece of clothing."

"Many people knew about this, and those who were able to escape moved to other floors, and the rest became the prey of ghost craftsmen. He completely regarded himself as his adopted daughter and became the most craziest and sickest monster on this floor. .”

"He is dominated by desire, and he is constantly mending the human skin on his body. The dark red lights that can be seen everywhere in the red alley are not to create an ambiguous atmosphere, but to cover the blood scabs and blood stains that can be seen everywhere."

Before Sister Hong finished telling the story about the owner of Red Lane, a system prompt sounded in Han Fei's mind.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the e-level mission--Ghostsmith Case."

"The case of the ghost craftsman: He made countless items he likes with his own hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make love."

"Task Requirement: Kill Ghost Craftsman and destroy his new clothes."

Taping his finger on the table lightly, Han Fei narrowed his eyes: "Kill that pockmark, and the red lane will fall into our hands. It's worth doing."

With a handsome face and a calm tone, he spoke the cruelest words.

Han Fei touched the ghost pattern on his body, and he had already made his own decision: "Sister Hong, you lead the way, we will go there now."

Without any detailed plan or strategy, Han Fei decisively made the others in the room uncomfortable, they didn't know

Han Fei only needs to complete one task to exit the game, so he can't understand Han Fei's sense of urgency.

"There are other special existences in the red alley, such as the Zhu Wu you met before, wouldn't it be too reckless for us to go there now?" Sister Hong hesitated.

"By the time they react, everything is over. If they don't obey, then let them be my new charges."

Han Fei gently opened the door, Sister Hong and the old man followed, and the three of them entered the intricate corridor again.

This place is like a labyrinth, without the guidance of the aborigines, there is no way to get out, it will only sink deeper and deeper.

Going around several corners, Sister Hong pushed open a half-hidden door. The room was full of stinking garbage, and pieces of cut skin and a lot of hair were thrown in the corners.

"From the back door of this room is the depths of the red alley, and some people from other floors will also go there to play." Sister Hong's

The voice was trembling, and she seemed to remember something terrible: "In order to vent their desire and resentment, they will try all kinds of terrible ways. That is their heaven and our hell."

"The garbage should be cleaned up." Han Fei said silently, the darkness and chaos of the skyscraper refreshed his perception.

The three entered the house and were about to move forward when the old man at the end of the line suddenly turned and stared at the corner: "What is that?"

The rotting garbage fell to the ground, and a corpse that could barely make out the shape of a human was actually moving.

Its chest was almost hollowed out, some black and red molds grew on its body, and its arms were obviously much longer than ordinary people.

Since Sister Hong opened the door, its eyes have been opened very wide. The eyeballs are like broken glass balls, with a lot of turbidity attached to the surface, and there seems to be something else moving in the pupil.

"This room is going to be turned into a graveyard too, and it will be completely reduced to a monster after a while." Sister Hong sighed: "There are fewer and fewer hidden passages."

"Is it okay to kill it?" Han Fei took out the Butcher's Knife.

"It's useless. It's just a corpse. The more you stimulate it, the faster it will grow. It can't be killed at all..." Before Sister Hong finished speaking, Han Fei said He picked up the butcher knife and chopped off the corpse's head.

What Sister Hong didn't expect was that a struggling shadow in the corpse was also chopped up by Han Fei, turning into dots of white light and melting into the light of the knife.

Those special molds and bugs melted directly, and the mutated ghouls were dealt with by Han Fei.

"How did you do that?" Sister Hong's eyes were full of surprise. The grave room was the most difficult room on the 50th floor of the building, but Han Fei could easily kill him.

"This is another ability of mine." Han Fei felt the humanity absorbed by the Butcher's Knife, and there was even a glimmer of humanity in this extremely dirty place.

It can be seen from this that the corpse thrown in the cemetery was a pretty good person in life, and perhaps it is because they have believed in this world so much~IndoMTL.com~ that they are so unwilling after death .

Passing through the unoccupied room full of rubbish, Miss Hong stopped in front of a door covered with mold.

She tore off a corner of her clothes, and took out a black-painted key from under a nearby wooden board with a rag on it.

"The two of you will pretend that you forced me to come here later, please be tough." Sister Hong tried twice, and opened the door, dark red light and scarlet mist poured out from the crack in the back door .

Wrapping the key and putting it in her pocket, Sister Hong lowered her head and walked outside.

Hard screams continued to come from the rooms on both sides of the corridor, mixed with some other sounds.

Blood smoke was ignited, and the half-dead "guests" were paralyzed in the corridor. They had wounds on their bodies, and their limbs and organs had been dug out, but they didn't seem to feel the pain, and they were still smoking Smoke of blood, until the reddish-brown mold covered their bodies.

"This is the so-called 'paradise'"