My Iyashikei Game Chapter 798: He is a true genius

The latest website: "Hey! Be normal!" Seeing Han Fei like this, Ji Zheng scrambled and hid aside: "As you can see, I didn't say anything excessive, and he became like this It has nothing to do with me."

Finally found a safe life gate, but the mental state of his teammates had a big problem. Ji Zheng covered the eyes of the frightened boy, worried that Han Fei would stimulate the boy and let the disaster ghost lose control again.

"There is another person in his body, and that is the real him." Mr. Mo kept fiddling with the radio, and after a long time, the intermittent voice of a dancer came from inside.

"Have you found that child?" He was found, but now I am trapped in the building with him, and his situation is not very optimistic. The **** personality you mentioned before is devouring him! "

"We can't help, we can only rely on him."

The dancer's voice was full of exhaustion: "Go up to the fifty floors as soon as possible, there are things that can help you in the hut left by me and the gardener."

The simple call of a few seconds caused two long cracks on the radio. Mr. Mo wanted to ask some questions, but the radio had stopped working.

He had no choice but to write a quiet word with his own blood on his pen, and then slowly approached Han Fei.

"I can only help you so far."

The old man raised his hand to stick the word Jing on Han Fei's head, but as soon as his hand touched the back of Han Fei's head, he was knocked out by an extremely desperate force.

The words he wrote were directly torn, and his arms were twisted and bent into a strange angle.

The teammate was beaten hard, and Han Fei was a little more sober. He barely stood up and walked towards the gate of life: "I can't suppress him anymore, let's go for a walk first."

Blood flowed down Han Fei's eyes, and the look of his back frightened all the people in the room. Even Ji Zheng, who had become a night policeman, didn't dare to look at Han Fei. Walking out of the room, Han Fei gave up all suppression of the wild laughter when he closed the gate of life. "You can do whatever you want, we should stand together and not be bound by each other."

The Scarlet Orphanage has been suppressed in the deepest part of Han Fei's mind, bound by Han Fei's normal memories. Some people want to use Han Fei to change the laughter and neutralize the hatred and pain in the laughter, but Han Fei He had no intention of confronting Mangxiao at all. Compared with the mysterious planner, Han Fei felt that Kuang Xiao was his own.

Han Fei may not have been sure before, but after experiencing Fu Sheng's Paradise Shrine, Han Fei has clearly figured out that this body is originally for laughing wildly, and the most painful memory has always been borne by laughing wildly. Come back, then let him come back.

The blood in his eyes was shattered, and Han Fei's eyes were stained red with blood. His appearance had not changed much, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile became crazy and unscrupulous a little bit! Holding down Da Nie's head, Han Fei sat on its shoulders. Da Nie, who used to like to "stick" with Han Fei, was now lying obediently on his stomach. It began to run wildly in a certain direction. In the wall, a large number of ghost children quietly emerged, and those children chattered as if they were showing the way to the evil.

"He left alone like this?"

Li Rou was a little worried, she wanted to open the gate of life to take a look, but was stopped by Ji Zheng.

"You should worry more about yourself, he is a crime hunter, an existence that can confront gods at the conscious level."

Ji Zheng is sitting in front of the gate of life: "But he should be regarded as the most evil crime detective I have ever seen. Where did the false **** get such a superb product?"

"He entered the building by himself, and has nothing to do with the gods."

Mr. Mo is also a member of the "Middle-Aged Killer Club". He learned some information from the dancers:

"The gods regard human souls as flowers, and want to turn the city into their own garden. That young man is the flower that the gods have always wanted, a twin flower that shouldn't exist."

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Ji Zheng clasped his ears: "I just hope he doesn't die, that guy promised to take me out of here."

The lights in the corridor went out again, but this time Han Fei turned into a wandering hunter. He was speeding forward in the ever-changing corridors, rushing towards a place that could resonate with his memory. On the way, Han Fei also met some people who were not open-eyed, and in the end, all of them became the crimes of Da Xie.

Normal crime detectives can bear a limited number of crimes. Once the critical point is exceeded, they will go crazy and become a monster of insanity, but Da Xie doesn't seem to be troubled by this at all.

The gods in the skyscraper wanted to imitate others to create an ultimate monster full of crimes. Da Nie and Butterfly both met his requirements, but Da Nie became Han Fei's pet, and the butterfly was beheaded by Han Fei Killed in the dead floor. After the lights went out five times in a row, a new door of life appeared in front of Kuan Xiao, but he just stood at the door and felt it for a while, before urging Da Nie to go to other places. Every time the lights were turned off, the time was getting longer, the walls and the ground had completely turned into rotten flesh, and they seemed to be running in a festering wound.

The ghost children around Da Nie began to feel scared, but the smile on Han Fei's face became more and more crazy. He laughed hysterically, but the blood and tears on his face never dried up. After successfully killing the owner of the Nine of Hearts ghost card, a special "Fate Gate" covered with seals appeared in front of Han Fei.

Scarlet eyes glanced at the seal, which was full of the gods' descriptions of taboos and warnings to outsiders, but Mang Xiao didn't care, tore it up and kicked open the door. When he opened this most special life gate, the entire 25th floor was plunged into darkness, and the lights were no longer on. Harsh cries and laughter were mixed together, and Han Fei found that after laughing wildly, he regained control of his body.

Looking around, he seemed to have left the skyscraper and arrived at another place.

"There is a short memory of No. 2 hidden behind each gate of life. My consciousness may have been pulled into No. 2's memory." 1 Han Fei could feel that this room was different from other rooms. It was all too real, as if he had returned to his childhood. The sound of reciting a book came from the next room. Han Fei gently opened the door and took a look inside. A child who was thinner than his peers was reading a book. The child seemed to like reading very much. His room was full of all kinds of books and a lot of notes, many of which Han Fei couldn't understand.

"Are you the new carer?"

The boy didn't look back, and was distracted, reading and communicating with Han Fei at the same time: "Don't step on my book, don't bother me except for the experiment, I'm short on time." Don't you play with them outside?" Han Fei carefully moved the books away and found a place to sit down. "

Mankind has accumulated countless knowledge in the past hundred years. This is the most precious wealth of all mankind. If I don't devote all my time to it, I may not be able to reach the end of a certain field in my entire life. Forget it, I can't explain it to you. "

The boy reads very fast, and while reading, he is writing something: "Where is Dr. Fu? He promised to help me as a sub-brain, but I haven't seen him for a week."

"What is the vice brain?"

"A thing that allows me to do more things at the same time."

The boy felt that talking to Han Fei was like coaxing a fool. "Sounds pretty powerful."

"Is this amazing?"

The boy glanced up at Han Fei, as if he sensed that Han Fei might not be the nurse here: "You should have your own specialties to be hired as a nurse at the Yongsheng Pharmaceutical Welfare Institute, right? Every nurse before He has a skill and can teach us something."

"I... am good at acting." Han Fei quickly entered the state and showed off his master acting skills. He can perfectly substitute into other people's lives, truly understand each other's emotions, and play each role well.

"How did you do this? Are you talented?" The boy was completely attracted by Han Fei and tried to make various expressions. He imitated it very quickly, but compared with Han Fei, he always felt less soulful. "It turns out You also have things you can't do well." Han Fei saw this child in the memory fragments of laughing.

"I am eager for knowledge, and I don't know much about emotional things."

The boy was about to continue talking when the doorbell rang, and he immediately got up and grabbed Han Fei's arm:

"Hide under the bed! I know you are not a nurse, wait for me to come back!" After the doorbell rang three times, the real nurse and doctor of the orphanage entered the room. It seems that there is something very dangerous hidden in the room where the child is.

"No. 2, are you sure you want to replace others to participate in the experiment?"

A cold voice came from under the protective clothing: "I want to confirm with you again."

"Don't waste your time on those rubbish. The results of ten experiments with them may not be as good as me once."

The boy sat on the edge of the bed, straightening the sheets as if nothing had happened. "I didn't expect you to use the preferential treatment given by the doctor here." The first few people entered the house and **** the boy's hands and feet: "Take him away."

The door of the room was closed, and Han Fei crawled out from under the bed. He wanted to go out to check, but he found a sentence written on the book that the boy had spread out - if you go out, you will die, wait for me to come back. Han Fei closed the book, and he chose to follow the boy's advice. Sitting on the bed, surrounded by a room full of books and notes, Han Fei couldn't imagine what No. 2's life would be like.

However, one thing is certain, number 2 is different from all other children.

After waiting for a long time, Han Fei's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and footsteps sounded outside, and he quickly hid under the bed again. The door was opened, and a wheelchair was slowly pushed into the house. "It's okay, they've already left." The boy's voice was calm, unchanged from when he left. Han Fei crawled out from under the bed, and when he saw the boy in the wheelchair, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The boy's eyes were gouged out, his left leg was sawed off, and a special metal chain was attached to his waist, welding him to the wheelchair. "Why did they do this to you?"

"Maybe it's because they're scared."

There was a smile on the boy's face: "They are very cautious, but I still have time."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Han Fei squatted next to the boy's wheelchair, looking at the boy whom the doctors called a genius.

"I'm temporarily out of sight, can you help me read...the book I didn't finish this morning?"

The boy didn't care about his injuries at all, and his calmness made Han Fei a little worried. "Just study?" Han Fei never expected that the boy would ask him to do such a thing. "Reading is the easiest way to acquire knowledge." "Have the strongest brain and be so diligent~IndoMTL.com~ No wonder you can become a genius far beyond other children."

Han Fei said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

"Genius?" The smile on the boy's face became a bit far-fetched: "I never thought I was a genius, but they told me that only the most talented child can survive." "Then you have always been Persecuted? But I can't feel the pain and despair in my heart at all from you?"

Han Fei felt that the biggest feature of child No. 2 compared to other children was that he had no hatred or resentment in his heart, or that those negative emotions were transformed into other things.

"Hate will cloud judgment and waste my time."

The boy leaned on the wheelchair and subconsciously looked in the direction of the window, but his eyes were completely dark.

"The end of suffering comes from thinking and rationality. I don't believe that there is unsolvable despair in the world, nor will I pin my hope on illusory things.

The only **** in this world who can and is willing to do his best to help you is called yourself. "