My Iyashikei Game

The dead building is far more dangerous than Han Fei imagined, or it is impossible to imagine the horror of the dead building at all with the imagination of ordinary people.

For a thirteenth-level player, the dead building is like a purgatory where countless nightmares gather together. It will drive a normal person crazy and give people a feeling that death is a relief.

"Zhuang Ren, the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, Fu Sheng, Butterfly..." Han Fei's mind was filled with countless doubts, and he was under pressure that a comedian should not bear.

After recovering a little, Han Fei climbed out of the game room and opened the curtains.

The sun shone on his body, and Han Fei slowly closed his eyes, silently feeling the beauty of this moment.

"Living turns out to be such a real thing."

The warmth flowed on his cheeks, nourishing his body and mind, Han Fei felt that he was stupid before, and he would be depressed and distressed because he couldn't become an actor.

"I once had a happy life of eating and waiting in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. After I lost it, I regretted it." Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the wall full of murder photos. He casually looked for it in the refrigerator. After getting some food, I called Li Xue.

"I have something to report to you. Zhuang Wen's biological father is probably a butterfly."

There was a thud over the phone, and Li Xue seemed to have touched the wardrobe with her calf: "Are you sure?"

"Sure, you must speed up the screening, the butterfly also feels the crisis, and the next few days will be its craziest days. If it doesn't lock on the target as soon as possible, it is likely to do even more crazy things."

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"Citizen data cannot be screened, but we are applying for higher permissions. Don't worry, we will definitely dig him out as soon as possible."

"Also, you must protect Huang Ying, and you must not let him disappear like Feng Ziyu. You'd better stay in his home and monitor his mental state at all times."

"We're all doing this." Li Xue paused for a while, then said, "Han Fei, why do I feel like you're in a hurry? Did something happen to you?"

"I'm in a race against butterflies right now, and the loser loses everything."

After a few more words, Han Fei hung up the phone, put on his coat and went out.

Sunbathing is already a rest for Han Fei, and he must seize every second of time.

When he came to Lihua Community by car, Han Fei knocked on the door of Zhuang Ren's house. After entering Building No. 4, he now knew one thing - Zhuang Ren was hiding a secret.

It is precisely because of that secret that Butterfly did not attack Zhuang Ren in reality, but wanted to bring him into the deep world by conjuring his soul.

Three minutes later, the door opened, and Zhuang Ren's condition was even worse. His lips were black, and his eyes were almost full of bloodshots. This is no longer sub-healthy, and it looks like a life is not long.

"I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night, I only fell asleep at dawn." Zhuang Ren's voice was hoarse, and his voice was full of exhaustion.

"Have you had another nightmare?"

"No, I just dreamed of my daughter."

"Is it the youngest daughter?" Han Fei said casually.

"Yes." Zhuang Ren was a little surprised: "She said she missed me very much and wanted me to come over to accompany her. But when I was about to go there, she was picked up by a big ghost by the neck."

"Do you often have similar dreams?"

"I used to do it often a long time ago. When I get older, I dream about my family every four days."

Four days is exactly the interval between two soul-returning nights. Every soul-calling in the deep world can indeed slightly affect Zhuang Ren's dreams. This discovery also made Han Fei a little shocked.

"If it wasn't for every dream of them being a nightmare, I really wish I could dream of them every night." Zhuang Ren invited Han Fei into the room: "Have you eaten breakfast? I still have some fruits and dairy products at home. ."

"No, I have something very important to tell you today." Han Fei sat on the sofa, his tone and demeanor were different from any previous visit.

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Ren also found that something was wrong with Han Fei. After closing the door, he sat on the other side of the sofa and looked at Han Fei with a puzzled face.

"I found your family."

A simple sentence came into Zhuang Ren's ears, but it sounded like thunder. He didn't respond immediately. A few seconds later, his black lips trembled slightly, and his turbid old eyes locked on Han Fei tightly.

"Not only did I know their location, but I also saw them." Han Fei threw the bait, leaned back on the sofa, and said silently, "But they are in a very strange state, and they seem to be confused by something. They think they are still alive and go out. It was you who was in the car accident. In order to be reunited with you, who was already 'dead', they are constantly selling their souls to evil spirits for the purpose of conjuring their souls."

Picking up the gamepad, Han Fei didn't look at Zhuang Ren's reaction at all, and started to quickly clear the map in front of him.

Every time Han Fei said a word, Zhuang Ren's face changed. Zhuang Ren didn't tell Han Fei something, but Han Fei said the same words as the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

In reality, the wife and daughter died, but it was Zhuang Ren who died.

"Where are they?" Zhuang Ren moved towards where Han Fei was sitting, his tone hurried.

"Room 4144 in the dead building, I know the way to there, I can let you see your family." Han Fei didn't say anything, he just looked at Zhuang Ren.

"As long as I can really see my family, I can give you anything you want! I can't live long, my house

, All the property can be transferred to your name. By the way, are you not an actor? I used to have some friends who I can help you with..."

"That's not what I need." Han Fei shook his head: "I may have less than twenty-four hours left in my life. Money, fame, and fortune are really not important to me, all I want is live."

Zhuang Ren didn't understand Han Fei's words too much. He felt that Han Fei looked healthy and didn't look like the kind of terminally ill person.

"Then how can I help you?"

"Tell me all the information related to the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. Apart from the dead building game, has he given you other things? Has he told you about other things?" Han Fei has always wondered why he died. The building manager will put the statue of Fu Sheng's memory fragments into the room of Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter?

"I've told you everything I know."

"Do you dare to swear to your wife and daughter?" While speaking, Han Fei manipulated the game characters with both hands and kept clearing the map in front of him: "Think about it before answering, and I will call room 4144 later. Prove that I didn't deceive you, and I also want to show you what kind of fear they live in."