My Iyashikei Game

The owner of the mall suddenly called, which Han Fei never expected.

He looked at the number on the screen of his mobile phone, and he had the feeling that the gangster's younger brother abandoned the dark and turned to the light, but when he contacted the police, he received the last warning from the boss.

At this time, the family in Room 19 was also on the verge of going crazy. If the boss said something wrong on the phone, Han Fei would likely be torn apart by the family.

"Accept? Or not?"

When Han Fei hesitated, a pale and immature face had already seen the phone number on Han Fei's mobile phone screen.

This phone has a special meaning to the deceased in the house. Just seeing it, all the "figures" begin to alienate wildly!

Black blood vessels like plant rhizomes crawled out of several people's bodies with a strong stench and spread throughout the room.

There were cries from the seven posthumous photos on the wooden table. Blood and tears flowed from the faces of all the people in the photos. They stared at Han Fei, their swollen eyes filled with hatred.

The originally deserted room became "lively". The rotten and smelly dishes on the dining table were smeared with bright blood. Children with their legs dragging blood vessels ran around the room. Images also appeared, starting a holiday greeting video.

In the red-hot background, people with blood all over their bodies sat at the table, a farewell and a final reunion.

The landlord's ring made a crisp sound, and the crack on the ring showed signs of expansion.

"The hatred of this family is too strong." Han Fei knew that he couldn't go on like this. He pressed the answer button in front of all the "people".

"Hello, is something wrong?" Han Fei's voice showed a trace of exhaustion.

"There's an accident in the store, come over now." The voice of a man surnamed Gu came from the phone. It was the first time he spoke in such a stern tone. Usually, this old man wears a mask of hypocrisy and deliberately acts approachable. .

"Boss Gu?" Han Fei stood in the alienated room, with blood vessels surging under his feet, and a hideous face above his head, but he didn't show any abnormality: "I'm delivering takeout, maybe I can't do it right away. Get back."

"Pei Yang is missing. All kinds of goods in the store were thrown on the floor. Did something happen last night?" The voice of the man surnamed Gu was gloomy and terrifying.

If only Pei Yang was missing, the shop owner wouldn't be so angry at all, something very important must have been lost in the shop.

"This morning, before dawn, Pei Yang came to see me for a shift. At that time, there happened to be a special customer in the store. The man was dressed in black and had a head tattoo on his body. He didn't speak after entering the store. Just standing next to the shrine in the innermost part of the store."

"Did he lift the black cloth on the shrine?!" The boss's voice in the phone instantly became louder.

"No, but he wanted to buy that shrine, and he said that he had already discussed it with Pei Yang." Han Fei's words were true, and he didn't mean to sow discord: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with that shrine?"

"The shrine is still there, but the contents inside were stolen, and the surveillance last night was manipulated in advance." The boss's voice was slowly lowered: "Did you go to the basement warehouse last night?"

"I entered twice, mainly to replenish the goods on the shelves outside." Han Fei entered for the first time to replenish the goods. Pei Yang did not dare to enter the underground, so many places on the shelves were empty when he took over.

"Then did you see a basket full of zongzi leaves in the basement warehouse? That basket contained a letter sent to me by my benefactor." The man surnamed Gu kept suppressing his emotions and tried to calmly ask Han No.

"Letter?" Han Fei didn't answer that he had seen it, and he didn't answer that he had never seen it before. He looked at the envelope that Li Gui was holding in the palm of his hand, and his tone was full of doubts, as if it was the first time he heard that there was such a thing in the underground warehouse.

"Forget it." The owner of the mall seemed to be afraid of revealing more things, so he stopped asking: "You come to the mall as soon as possible, there are not enough staff here."

The voice of the store owner came from the phone, and at the moment when he heard his voice, all the ghosts in the room couldn't even maintain their final human form.

The blood vessels gushing out of the family's bodies connected them together, weaving them into a cage of flesh and blood, imprisoning Han Fei in it.

The cage is slowly shrinking, the indescribable hatred has reached a critical point, and all hatred is about to erupt.

"There's a lot of noise over there, why do you feel so noisy?" There was a hint of impatience in the boss's words. He had encountered enough bad things today, and he was getting angry.

"Maybe the quality of my mobile phone is too bad." Han Fei held the phone above his head and let the faces get close to his phone. Now he hopes that these ghosts can follow the phone line and kill the boss.

"Work hard here, get paid, get a new phone." The store owner didn't have time to chat with Han Fei now, so he hung up the phone.

After confirming that the call was over, Han Fei put his mobile phone on the ground: "You heard it just now. I risked my life to give you that letter. I really want to help you."

Most crises can be turned into opportunities, as long as there is no fear of death.

Before Han Fei came, he didn't expect that the hatred of this family would be so terrifying. He is also a veteran player who has experienced strong winds and waves. He always pays attention to the mood value and the landlord's ring warning. If something goes wrong, he will retreat immediately, but he did not. It was expected that the weather was calm just now, and suddenly there would be a storm of "hatred", and there was no chance to even run.

However, Han Fei did not give up hope. Wang Ping'an also came here to deliver food last night, the mentally retarded takeaway.

To this twisted world, a member is like a clean sheet of paper.

Not only did the Specter in Room 19 not embarrass him, but he also sent him out of the community safely. From this, it can be seen that Specter in Room 19 still retains a trace of reason.

Han Fei has been very cautious. He has considered all aspects and various situations, combined with his rich experience in coexisting with abnormal "neighbors", and then made the decision to visit in person.

But even so, he is still in danger now.

The zongzi leaves that looked like human skin and the letter were too stimulating to Specter, and then the family heard the voice of the store owner. It was like throwing a fire into the pile of paper, and then pouring it again to put out the fire. A pot of oil.

"The owner of the shopping mall said that you were his benefactors, but now he lives in a big villa, has many descendants, and has countless properties, but your family has been reduced to such a point. Are you really willing?"

"I also heard that old bastard say that he is going to push down the uninhabited building in Shaheyuan. By then, you will not even have a home to reunite with after you die!"

"Once the only root is cut off, how will your family get together?"

"It's a pity that there is no reunion before you die, and it's a torture to never see your family after you die. You've made him feel threatened by being together, and he won't let you go."

Han Fei worked hard and carefully analyzed the current situation for several family members.

"The store owner's time is running out. He needs something to keep him alive. This is his craziest time and his weakest time. If we don't seize this opportunity, the tragedy may repeat itself." Han Fei's acting skills were brought out incisively and vividly. He stood in the blood-colored cage and roared unwillingly: "Despair is an abyss that cannot be seen to the end. You think you have experienced all the pain now, but fate will tell you, if you don't go Fight, and more painful and desperate things will happen!"

With his hands, Han Fei took out the hair-stained chain from the inventory. He clenched the chain with both hands, and stared at the photos with red eyes: "I was also targeted by the store owner. The next person to die will be me, but I have no other choice, my mother is still in the hospital waiting for me to raise money for life, I can't just die like this, I won't go to the man in human skin and drinking The philanthropist of human blood gives in! You have family to protect, and I have the only relative to save!"

Tears of despair were soaked in a roar that was almost out of control.

In the fists that clenched the chains, the unwillingness to fate is clenched!

Even though he was surrounded by ghosts and fell into a desperate situation, Han Fei still stood up straight and did not take a step back.

He knew that behind him stood the mother of the owner of the shrine, and behind his mother was the abyss. If he stepped back, the mother who guarded his back would also fall together.

Ordinary people may not be able to fully comprehend this feeling, but the Specter, who only reunited after death, has a deep understanding of it.

They are also victims, they have families to protect, they have the same experiences and the same enemies.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was a knock on the door, and then the closed security door in the living room was opened.

An old man who had a relationship with Han Fei before appeared at the door. He held an empty black plastic bag in his hand and looked at the bedroom with cloudy eyes.

With a light sigh, the old man walked towards the bedroom. With every step, the blood vessels and stains on the nearby floor disappeared instantly.

"Give me the letter."

When the old man entered the bedroom, the cold aura in the room was broken, and the almost completely alienated Specter slowly returned to normal.

This unremarkable old man seems to be the real owner of Room 19 in Shaheyuan.

Pale fingers handed the envelope to the old man, who took the letter and fell into silence.

Room No. 19 gradually returned to its original appearance, the only difference being that there was an old man with vicissitudes at the door of the bedroom.

"This letter was written to me by your boss. When I was young, I always regarded him as my best friend."

"Later he went out on his own and opened a shop."

"After about ten years of no contact, he suddenly returned to Shahe and invited me to do business together."

"The business was very good at the beginning. He was very prosperous and could do anything. I bet all my belongings with him, and I really gained a lot."

"Unfortunately, I didn't know at that time that all the benefits I got from him needed to be repaid in double."

The old man stopped talking. He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. He sat alone on the bed in the bedroom, staring blankly at the posthumous photos on the table.

"I really see him as a best friend, but he just sees me as a commodity."

"After our business was booming for a few years, everything suddenly became difficult. He asked me to drink every day, always saying that he wanted to borrow something from me, but he didn't know what to borrow."

"Not long after, the eldest son who helped me with the business disappeared. The second son and the youngest daughter came to see me on the Dragon Boat Festival. As a result, both of them had a car accident."

"On the holiday that day, I prepared a large table of meals, waited until midnight, and finally got one bad news after another."

"I was devastated and hospitalized, leaving the business to my best friend."

"All my relatives are gone, and every day apart from the carer, only my best friend comes back to see me."

"He helped me find the best doctor and use the best medicine, but my body is still getting worse day by day."

"Living is already a very difficult thing for me."

"Slowly, I lost the concept of time, and the best friend in my life found me at that time."

"He said he had a way to reunite me with my family, but at some cost."

"Deadly, I believed his words and lent him one last thing - my life."