My Iyashikei Game

The alienated boy has returned to normal. He is sitting on the cold floor holding the "divided" doll toy in his hand.

Han Fei did not dare to approach the little boy casually. This seemingly ordinary child in front of him had a very terrifying monster in his heart.

After so many things, Han Fei now slowly understands what alienation is all about.

It is not so much an alienation, it is better to say that the monster tore off all the disguise and became the most impressive appearance in the memory of the shrine owner.

The sun shone on his face, the boy raised his head blankly, his tender little face was full of tears, and then he rolled and crawled to the woman's bedside, crying loudly.

"People in the memory world should only be alienated in the dark, and sunlight can make them return to normal." Han Fei frowned slightly, he still remembered the diary left by the original owner of his shrine: "I entered the memory world. The day is December 1st, and the weather will be colder and shorter, and the days will be shorter and shorter.”

Han Fei didn't know what kind of danger he would face in the future. This kind of normal life collapsed a little bit, and the feeling of alienation day by day was really uncomfortable.

He knew that the abyss was in front of him, but he couldn't stop. He could only sprint forward, wrapped in all the memories.

"Don't cry, your mother will be fine." After comforting the child, Han Fei was going to discuss with the landlord, hoping that the couple could help take care of the little boy.

Carrying the package to the top of the stairs, Han Fei was about to go down when he suddenly felt a hint of coolness on his fingers, and the landlord's ring suddenly issued a warning.

"Is it upstairs?"

Turning to look at the third floor, when Han Fei turned his head, he happened to see a woman in white clothes walking on the stairs.

"The tenant on the third floor?"

Without thinking much, Han Fei followed, watching the woman open a certain door and enter it.

"Wait! That room..."

Han Fei stopped in the corridor on the third floor, and he clearly saw that the woman had entered Room 13, which was the room where someone committed suicide before.

"It's dawn, why is this corridor still gloomy?"

Little by little, he moved to the door of room 13. Han Fei was surprised to find that the door was half-open, as if it had been reserved for him on purpose.

After a shiver, Han Fei gently pushed the door open, and with a creaking sound, Han Fei entered room 13 for the second time.

Unlike last time, this time it was only him.

"Is anyone here?"

Holding the package full of things in one hand and holding the handle of the knife quietly in the other, every nerve of Han Fei was tensed.

"Snapped!"

There was a sudden sound of a cup falling in the kitchen, and a mouse ran through the glass shards all over the floor.

"Are there any living creatures in this house?"

Almost as soon as Han Fei's voice fell, the rattling rat suddenly began to twitch, as if it had been injected with a highly poisonous poison. Blood flowed out of two mung bean-sized eyes, and then it fell into the glass shards.

"Can you hear me? I know you're in this room!" Han Fei stepped back slowly, he felt as if he had stepped on something, but he remembered very clearly that the entrance to room thirteen was clean. There is nothing on the ground.

Resisting the urge to look down, Han Fei continued to step back, but the door that was originally opened was closed at some point.

The rusty lock was stuck, and Han Fei was trapped in this room.

"The owner of the house committed suicide a few months ago, and there has been no accident for such a long time, which shows that she should not be the kind of ghost who kills innocent people indiscriminately."

Don't panic after encountering strange things, analyze the situation first, and if the other party's obsession is still there, then consider how to communicate with the other party.

If the other party is completely dominated by killing intent and has completely lost his mind, then he should calmly think about how to commit suicide to relieve the pain.

Various thoughts flashed in his mind, Han Fei knew that he could not open the door, so he simply moved forward.

"I heard that you used to be a clerk in a department store? Speaking of which, you are still my senior. I have encountered a lot of strange things in that mall recently. I think I now understand why you made such an extreme choice... ... Frankly speaking, I have always had the same thoughts as you, that mall owner is a devil in human skin, he is hypocritical and perverted, and now I have been cornered by him."

Han Fei was locked in the house by the ghost in Room 13, but what he said would make people think that he came in on his own initiative.

"I have no way to escape. No one in this world believes what I say. Everyone thinks that the owner of the mall is a great philanthropist. Only I have seen his true face under his mask!" Han Fei said and shook his hand away. Package: "The devil's hands were bloodied and he committed countless crimes. Every piece of used goods represents a wronged soul."

The blood-stained red sweater fell to the ground, wrapped in a few photos and a paper airplane folded out of love letters.

Everything else was fine, but when the paper plane touched the floor of the living room, the temperature of the whole room began to drop.

"Is this paper airplane yours?" Han Fei picked up the paper airplane on the ground tremblingly, and held it in his palm.

In fact, Han Fei first saw the paper airplane in the basement warehouse, and decided to bring it out, because the shape of the paper airplane is almost the same as the paper airplane thrown by the woman on the third floor downstairs, but the material is different.

At that time, Han Fei thought the paper plane was related to the woman on the third floor, so after he entered the apartment building, he kept walking back and forth with the package.

Mostly by chance, probably

Careful planning by one party.

The door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the pile of toilet paper rolled out.

After a while, a charred palm grabbed the door frame, and it seemed that the ghost in room thirteen would appear in the next moment.

Holding the paper plane and slowly approaching, Han Fei held the fire-scorched arm before the real owner of Room 13 appeared.

"I seemed to have seen you in hallucinations last night. I wondered why there was such a thing in the basement warehouse of the store. At that time, I suddenly remembered that you were watching me all the time, and I received the paper airplane you threw down."

Touch the secrets of the soul...

Unconsciously using his abilities, Han Fei sensed pain and hatred and strong remorse from the charred hands.

"I really regret it, but it's too late. Now I'm being targeted by the store owner, and he's looking at me as his next prey. I know my time is running out, and in these last few days, I want to help Help me." The real meaning of Han Fei's words was, don't rush to kill me, I'm almost a "corpse", and keeping this life may still be useful to you.

The same meaning is expressed in a different way, and with a little acting skills, it will become extremely contagious. This is the art of language.

The ghost in Room 13 did not leave the bathroom in the end. The hand severely burned by the fire took away the paper airplane in Han Fei's palm, and then smashed it into a ball.

Specter's scorched skin began to peel off in large chunks, and slowly mixed with the love letter, and the original love words were gradually replaced by black stains.

The words full of love are disgusting to look at now.

"It's that love letter that made you suffer so much? Who wrote that letter? After I leave today, I will try my best to bring him here!" Han Fei made his promise, but he wanted him To fulfill his promise, he must first ensure his safety.

The sun rose slowly, but the temperature in Room 13 kept dropping. With a harsh scream, Han Fei was pushed away by the hand.

Countless waste papers in the bathroom were swept by the wind, and a woman could vaguely be seen screaming.

Her neck was hanging from the window frame, and her charred hands were tearing at the waste paper all over the floor hysterically. The early sun shone into the house little by little, and the woman's face became more and more blurred.

When she finally disappeared, a paper airplane folded with love letters flew out from the pile of waste paper in the bathroom.

The temperature began to recover, and Han Fei looked at the blood-stained paper airplane in front of him and carefully took it apart.

The original sentence about love on the love letter was smeared out, leaving only a line of hideous words written with fingers.

"The truth is a monster with a mouth that can't speak, and every time the philanthropist goes out, he locks it in the house and shuts it up with his conscience."

Looking further down, there are still a few slanted characters on the back of the love letter - can you help me spell it?

"Fight what?"

Looking up, Han Fei found that there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him in the gap in the pile of waste paper.

"You asked me to put together these patterned papers in my life into a complete pattern?"

Although Han Fei has experienced human body jigsaw puzzles, he is not good at jigsaw puzzles himself: "If only Wei Youfu was here, he liked jigsaw puzzles a lot during his lifetime."

Thinking of the neighbors in the deep world, Han Fei took a deep breath. He really didn't expect that he would feel homesick one day, and he didn't think that what he was thinking of was not a rental house in the real world, but the most terrifying place in the happy community. That haunted house.

"I was completely cured by them. When I leave the world of memory alive and see if I can get this 'jigsaw' out, it will be regarded as a souvenir for Wei Youfu."

Enduring sleepiness, Han Fei sat on the floor of the bathroom and began to look at the waste paper on the ground one by one.

He doesn't play puzzles very much, but his memory and insight are far superior to ordinary people. Ordinary people can see abnormalities at a glance when they look at strange symbols that are indistinguishable.

A few minutes later, just as Han Fei was immersed in it, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.

The landlord and his wife hurried to the door of Room 13. They saw Han Fei sitting in the bathroom earnestly doing puzzles, and their faces turned pale with fright.

Perhaps the scene was too scary, and the couple dared to enter the house with a mop and a broom.

"Is this kid suffering from too much pressure? I said earlier that you shouldn't keep urging people to pay rent. You have to forgive people and forgive them. Look, are people crazy now?"

"Shut up." The landlord's aunt took the mop into the living room, followed by the landlord's uncle.

"Could he be possessed by the hanged girl? Running around the house in the morning and fiddling with paper? Is he still laughing?"

"Shut up! It's so noisy!" The landlord's aunt quickened her pace, and Han Fei also saw them.

"Big sister? Uncle? Why are you here?" After patting the dust on his body, Han Fei got up from the ground.

"What are you doing in this room? Who opened the door for you? Did you secretly assign the key?"

"You may not believe it. When I came back from get off work, I saw a woman standing in front of the little boy's house on the second floor. Her hands were scorched, and she was very miserable. But she was very kind. She told me that the little boy's mother was imprisoned in In the bedroom, I hope I can save her." Han Fei said very sincerely, and there was no trace of lying from the expression on his face.

"and after?"

"I went to the little boy's house to have a look, and found that his mother was really imprisoned in the bedroom, with tubes all over her body! I was terrified and immediately

Immediately called an ambulance. "Han Fei narrated emotionally, making the landlord and the couple feel like they were there.

"You were frightened?" The couple looked at Han Fei with some doubts.

"After saving the boy's mother, I saw the girl walking upstairs as soon as I came out, so I ran after her and wanted to say thank you."

"So you went straight to Room 13?" The landlord and his wife were a little shaken. They seemed to have encountered some "spiritual" incidents before.

"That's right, the girl is very pitiful. There seems to be another reason for her death. I suspect that it has something to do with the waste paper in the bathroom." Han Fei showed the symbols on different papers: "Put these pieces of paper together, probably I can see the shape of a wellhead, and there seems to be something written next to it, and I should be able to restore it after I have assembled all the pieces of paper."

The landlord and his wife wanted to say something, but the ambulance arrived at this time, and the little boy downstairs was still crying, and the two hurried downstairs again.

"It's not easy being a landlord, especially with a group of tenants like me."

Leaving aside the landlord and his wife, Han Fei concentrated on the puzzle. He wanted to figure out the message Li Gui wanted to convey in the shortest possible time.

The puzzles were difficult at first, and the faster they went, the faster they went. Forty minutes later, Han Fei had already covered the room with broken pieces of paper, and he also made an extremely important discovery.

All the waste paper is put together, it is a well, and the surrounding of the well is full of very special funeral customs.

Originally, Han Fei didn't know much about these things, but not long ago, Huang Ying told him something in reality.

An old man who studied history died suddenly in the game "Perfect Life". His biggest discovery was that after the death of the NPCs in the game, they all followed a set of funeral customs that were completely different from those in reality. It seems that there once existed in the game. God of death.

After forcibly memorizing all the weird symbols, Han Fei's puzzle is coming to an end.

He could not understand the symbols, but he could roughly understand the meaning of some paintings.

"It seems that just throwing something into that well brings good luck and blessings. Later, some people built shrines for that well, and some people slowly began to try to push the most important 'things' such as friends and relatives into the well. "