My Iyashikei Game

"When I'm not working, I think about work every day, and when I have a job, I think about rest every day. It's a pity that I work shifts day and night, and I don't even have a vacation."

Some people are actors by day and security guards, store managers, patrol teachers, or even midnight butchers and roses by night.

After drinking a large glass of water, Han Fei put down the book in his hand and started exercising.

Since playing "Perfect Life", he has seldom even drank beverages, and the healthy lifestyle does not look like a young man in his early twenties.

After relaxing for a while, Han Fei called Huang Ying again after eleven o'clock in the evening. After confirming that Huang Ying was ready, Han Fei got into the game room directly.

In the past, Han Fei had to follow the execution ground every time he entered the game, and even the funeral had to be written in advance, but this time he logged into the game, his pressure was significantly less.

Time passed by, and Han Fei also put on a game helmet when the virtual giant screen connecting the world on the edge of the city changed.

There are only 24 hours left before the official launch of "Perfect Life".

When blood came, Han Fei's consciousness came to the blood-red city.

In the process of his whereabouts, he saw a red ghost not far away from him. The "man" was holding the head of an old man and squatting beside the shrine.

"Singing? Is it still there?"

The last time Han Fei quit the game, he saw the other party. He didn't expect that he would log in to the game again, and his singing voice was still in the same position.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei has returned to the place where he was offline.

He pushed open the bedroom door and happened to see the security oiran and the two security guards in Building No. 1 bragging, saying that he had survived in Building No. 4 for an unknown number of years and could escape death every time, so the security captain of the dead building was this The position is most suitable for him.

"Han Fei?" After talking to everyone in Xingfu Community, they also knew Han Fei's real name: "When did you enter that room? I remember that there seems to be no one in that room?"

"How is the situation in the building now?" Han Fei sat on the sofa and spoke directly, and the three security guards answered one by one.

"After the shrine under the dead building was broken, a lot of cracks began to appear on the huge black body. Although it still exudes death, but that death can't cover the dead building at all, it can only provide the building with self-repair." Hua Kui Wearing neat and clean security uniforms, people look very energetic.

A few people walked out of the door. After a daytime repair, Building No. 4 has recovered most of it. The blood vessels left by the butterflies turned into nutrients and were refilled by the owners into the apartment building.

"Butterfly is dead, and there is no new manager in the building." Hua Kui pointed out: "In terms of strength, the jumping ghost from Building No. 1 is the most terrifying, but she has no plans to be a manager, and she is crazy. Yes; if you want to talk about intelligence and charisma, then I think you are the most suitable person."

After the oiran finished speaking, the other two security guards nodded.

They have a good relationship with Han Fei. If Han Fei can become the new manager, their safety can also be guaranteed. In addition, in terms of work style, Han Fei is indeed more reliable.

Han Fei walked in the corridor with the security guards. The owners of ghosts and monsters that he occasionally met would take the initiative to say hello when they saw them. It was hard to imagine that this harmonious and warm scene happened in the deep world, and even some model communities in reality could not do it. .

Take out Yinghuo's mobile phone from the inventory, and after Yinghuo successfully returned to his soul, his mobile phone became Han Fei's thing.

Looking at the ordinary mobile phone, Han Fei found out after the system identification that it was still a rare cursed item of F-rank, called the death group chat phone.

Normally, if you want to obtain this cursed item, you need to join the death group chat and survive in a group of ghosts, which is very difficult.

However, because Han Fei's soul accidentally got into Yinghuo's body, he was directly recognized by the Specter, which allowed him to obtain the item very easily. Even the death group chat has been changed by Han Fei to the owner of the dead building. Rights Defence Mutual Aid Group.

During the group chat, Han Fei asked everyone about their plans for the future. He repeatedly emphasized to all the owners that the community belongs to everyone, and everyone here is a manager. I hope everyone can actively participate.

Other special buildings are all for the manager's position, fighting to the point of being lost, but Han Fei here took the initiative to propose the concept of joint management. For the deep world, this may be the first step to change the rules.

Because of the existence of the death group chat, it is very convenient for the owners of the dead building to communicate. During the period of Han Fei's departure, the owners spontaneously checked the dead buildings, dealt with all traces and death curses left by the butterflies, and counted the abnormal situation in the group.

Looking through the chat records, Han Fei found several things worth noting.

The first is in the building. After the butterfly detonated the wardrobe No. 4444, the wardrobes in all the rooms of the dead building changed to a certain extent. Although the main passage of Nightmare and the Deep World was destroyed, there seemed to be a gap between Nightmare and other wardrobes. a special connection.

Without the control of Butterfly Lord's consciousness, if some people get lost in nightmares in the future, then he may be lucky to open the cabinet door of the dead building and have a chance encounter with Han Fei, of course, the probability will be very small.

Under the leadership of the male student and Haha, the owners also collected the remaining shrine fragments in the dead building. For the natives of the deep world, the shrine is a kind of thing that must not be placed indiscriminately, and even the remaining fragments must be properly preserved.

Han Fei doesn't believe in gods, but he can't deliberately oppose the shrine. Judging from the information he has now, only the unspeakable existence in the deep world is qualified to build it for him

Shrines, that is to say, behind each shrine, there is an unspeakable person.

"These shrine fragments are kept, and maybe one of us can use them in the future." At the last moment of the decisive battle with Butterfly, Butterfly used the power in the shrine, and he also put his heart into the shrine for offerings, as if he hated and wanted to To be unspeakable has to do with shrines.

Through the group chat, Han Fei found Haha, the female anchor and Wei Youfu, who had just woken up, on the top floor of the Dead Building.

Butterfly's consciousness dissipated, and the person in charge of the dead building became Haha and the female anchor, while Wei Youfu and Xu Qin represented the happy community.

The people of the two communities would never meet in this lifetime, but because of Han Fei, they have now recognized each other's existence, at least they will not devour each other casually.

"It seems that you already know each other, so I don't need to introduce any more." After Han Fei entered the room on the top floor where the butterfly once lived, he found that the atmosphere was a little weird. Wei Youfu, who was weak, was lying on the sofa, haha ​​dragging his chin. Been looking out the window.

Only the female anchor and Xu Qin were left sitting face to face in the living room, one was arranging her red dress, and the other was playing with a knife wrapped in human skin.

Perhaps it was the reason why butterflies had lived in this room. This room was particularly eerie, with a dignified atmosphere and a much lower temperature than outside.

"Although the butterfly's soul is scattered, but after it died, the black fog covering the dead building has dissipated, and this area can no longer go back to the way it used to be." Haha broke the icy atmosphere of the conversation in the house: "In the past our enemy was the butterfly, In the future, we may have to face all kinds of terrifying existences, and there will even be other unspeakable passing here."

Opening the curtains, several people looked outside.

The Dead Building has 24 floors and is the tallest building in this area, but looking from a distance, there are countless taller and weirder buildings than the Dead Building.

Han Fei and the others are only living in a corner of this deep world, and his eyes can't even see the full picture of darkness.

"In order to deal with the possible dangers, I suggest that everyone join forces." Wei Youfu's face was pale and his body was almost transparent: "Just like building No. 1 and No. 2 in Xingfu Community, we should concentrate the forces to be dispersed, so that Everyone benefits."

"I agree, Zhuang Wen is the only one who hates Zhuang Wen now in the dead building. She has fallen into madness and can't communicate. Not to mention the ghosts from other areas, if Zhuang Wen suddenly goes crazy, it will be difficult for us to control her." Haha. He was telling the truth. In the past, he was full of death in his heart, and he struggled with the thought of dying every day. Unexpectedly, after seeing Yinghuo and Han Fei, he even began to think about the future.

"There is one more thing I think it is necessary to tell you." Haha pondered for a moment: "I always feel that something major will happen recently, and the ghosts in the nearby area suddenly become a lot more active, which is very abnormal."

"Blind defense will only aggravate fear, we have to go out and explore more areas." Han Fei's tone of speech did not seem like a fifteenth-level novice player: "I already know the approximate location where the singing is hiding, He was hit hard by the death intent and the shrine in the dead building, and now is the best time to get in touch with him."

After Han Fei finished speaking, the others did not dare to speak, and all stared at Han Fei.

Singing is an indescribable existence, such an existence may be cursed even if it is talked about, but Han Fei is here to discuss how to target others.

Compared with the map left by the previous building director, Han Fei pointed out the window in a certain direction: "The singing is in the outermost street in the dead building area. The previous building director of Xingfu Community called that street Ancestral Hall Street."

With a dry cough, Haha hesitantly said, "You have to think about this clearly and think twice before you act."

"There is a very important reason for me to enter the dead building, which is to look for the previous building director of our happy community. His shrine and memory fragments are all taken away by the song, so I have to find the song." Han Fei guessed that the song was Fu. One of the three children born, he should know some secrets about Fu Sheng.

"I understand the truth, but you have to know that there is hatred between resentment and ineffable, and hatred is divided into three different levels: light red, red, and deep red after being reborn in the black fire. Heavy, he is not something we can fight against with resentment. He is as powerful as a butterfly, and it is also relying on the shrine in the building and the death that has accumulated for an unknown number of years to force the singing back." Haha's net name is known in a day hahahaha , more joyous, but in fact he is a "ghost" with an extremely pessimistic character.

"When the singing recovers, he will definitely come back to us. Do you want to solve the singing once and for all? Or do you want to live in the fear of singing forever?" He can go offline by himself, he has been frantically teasing singing several times.

Butterfly has severely damaged the singing. With an indescribable character, it will definitely come back for revenge. Now the owners of the dead buildings have no chance of surviving in the hands of the singing.

"Okay, then tell me the time, and we'll accompany you to Ancestral Hall Street!" Haha finally made a decision.

"Then it will be tomorrow night. The later we delay, the better the singing will recover." Han Fei wants to deal with the singing. Another very important reason is that the system has released the manager task, and he wants to officially become a The manager of the dead building needs to retrieve the shrine and Fu Sheng's memory fragments.

In addition, after Han Fei saw Fu Sheng's memory fragments for the first time, the other party helped him open both sides of the black box. Han Fei wanted to continue to open the black box to see what was inside the black box.

After finalizing all the details, Han Fei led the people in the happy community and Feng Ziyu, who was still in a coma, out of the dead building. After all, this was not their home.

All the neighbors and friends walked together, and Han Fei and the others seemed to be passing through. In the dead building area, basically no ghosts would come to trouble them.

"It's a little bit like a game." Han Fei looked at the block shrouded in darkness, and in the buildings surrounded by yin, ghosts occasionally flashed quickly: "The places I've been in the future will be more and more The more I come, the more I will bring hope to more Aboriginal people."

Back at Yimin Private Academy, Han Fei told the teachers and students in the academy that the butterfly had been killed, and gave him a wave of "reputation".

After obtaining the consent of the school teachers and students, Han Fei decided to do the most important thing today.

He opened the door of a certain classroom, and then used his managerial talent - conjuration.

The blood-red ghost door slowly opened, and Han Fei read out Huang Ying's name.

At two o'clock in the morning tonight, the "Perfect Life" test service will be closed, and Han Fei wants to pull Huang Ying into the deep world before he can't log in to the game.

The sea of ​​blood swelled and the yin was overflowing. When the ghost door slowly closed, a stunned figure appeared in the corner of the classroom.

It's coming, it's coming.

"Brother Huang, these two classrooms are also prepared for you to store all task items and props." Han Fei pulled Huang Ying up from the ground.

"It's not the first time I've come here, but every time I come, I still feel very unaccustomed." With his back to the desk and chair, Huang Ying looked around cautiously. A child's face will appear.

"Hurry up and take out everything in your backpack first." Han Fei urged: "There will be more important things to do later."

"By the way, what is your relationship with the leaders of this school? How come no one cares about borrowing classrooms?" The task items that Huang Ying moved last time have filled a classroom.

"This is the network."

Han Fei and Huang Ying sorted out the task items together, and the road to Huang Ying's top 50 has been paved.

In addition to the task items, Huang Ying also collected all the rare items that the test players could get. For the test players, those things were useless at all, which made Huang Ying a big bargain.

Extremely precious antiques, a large number of weapons, legendary-quality food and medicine, rare props and skills, and even the land deeds and chambers of commerce contracts for certain buildings, Huang Ying has not let go.

In a sense, Huang Ying is really a reliable adult.

After the busy work, Huang Ying looked at the filled classrooms and felt a particularly fulfilling feeling in his heart.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, gently hooked the shoulder of the person next to him, with a bit of pride in his tone: "Don't say it, now I'm really looking forward to starting the server. The first person in "Perfect Life" sounds true not bad."

There was no response for a long time, Huang Ying looked to the side subconsciously, his arm was resting on the shoulder of an old man, the other party was wearing the security uniform of Yimin Private College, and there was a ghost mountain on his body, and countless ghosts were staring at it. Huang wins.

"Young man, I haven't seen you for a few days. You seem to be more energetic."

When the old security guard was chasing Huang Ying and running outside the classroom, Han Fei, who was hiding behind the door, stared at Huang Ying, and used his E-level active attack ability for the first time—mantra!

"You are very timid, and the slightest disturbance will make you collapse. You are afraid of the dark, afraid of confined spaces, you like to think wildly, frighten yourself, and dare not even go to the toilet alone..."

Whenever Han Fei uttered a word, a black curse like a death curse would appear on Huang Ying's chest. The dense incantation was intertwined in Huang Ying's heart, arousing his fear to the greatest extent.

Hearing the screams echoing in his ears, Han Fei knew that the mantra took effect.

In order to prevent Huang Ying from being injured, he took the ferocious neighbors of the happy community to follow Huang Ying closely, protecting each other at all times.