My Iyashikei Game

The old man looked at the posthumous photos placed side by side on the wooden table, and the wrinkles on his face were crowded together.

"My wish really came true, but only after my wish came true did I find out that it was my best friend who killed my entire family."

Room 19 was full of ghosts and ghosts. They were busy in different places during their lifetimes, and they all returned to this room after death because of a common bond.

"How can you say I don't hate him?"

A long time has passed, but the hatred in the eyes of the old man has not diminished in the slightest. He was completely betrayed and betrayed by his best friend. This is the eternal obsession of the old man.

"Father, if you want him to pay the price he deserves, now is a perfect opportunity!" Han Fei sat next to the old man with a takeaway box. If someone saw this scene outside the window, he might feel incomparable. harmonious.

"The luck of the mall owner is exchanged with a well. The more important people are to him, the more things can be exchanged. He relied on the well to make a smooth journey, and when he failed, he sacrificed others. Now there is no one close to him anymore." Han Fei took out his mobile phone: "Some time ago, the employees of the thrift store died one after another, very frequently, but the boss's business did not improve in any way, and the well was no longer available. Don't give him any more help."

"A selfish person like him will die sooner or later, his wife and son will be separated, and finally he will die miserably in loneliness." The old man's eyes slowly moved away from the posthumous photo and looked at Han Fei: "I really want to help you, but I The family cannot leave this room."

"Can't leave?"

"It was also part of the deal, and when he gave up all hope, he took me to the department store. He said he wanted me to see the industry we worked hard together, but he actually wanted me to see the opening of the shrine. The black cloth on the shrine. In the witness of that shrine, I personally threw the photo of the family members into the well. He said that only in this way can all the lost souls be reunited. But the corresponding price to be paid is , they can never leave this room, as long as they take half a step out of the room, their souls will be sucked into that well and become nourishment for the shrine."

The hatred of the old man's family is very terrifying after being alienated together, but alone, it is not as terrifying as a six-fingered child.

"If I take back the photo of you in the well, can you leave?" Han Fei vaguely remembered that he saw a lot of photos floating in the well last night, including the photo of the elderly family: "I can spell this together. Let me help you get the photo and let you be free forever. But when I get the photo, I hope you can join me in finding the boss for revenge."

The old man did not agree immediately, his cloudy eyes stared at Han Fei for a long time: "The dragon slayer will also become a new dragon, I hope you can make a different choice from him."

The deep words seem to contain deep meaning, and this memory world seems to be composed of different choices.

"Then you agreed?" Han Fei stood up with the takeaway box: "I'll try to bring you that photo tomorrow morning."

The goal has been achieved, Han Fei got up to greet the posthumous photo, and then prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." The old man raised the envelope in his hand: "Aren't you curious about what's written inside?"

"I'm not curious about what was written in the letter, but I know that the owner of the mall takes that letter very seriously, and there must be something unfavorable to him in it. It's inconvenient for me to take such things with me, so returning the property to the original owner is the safest way. "The letter was badly rotted and the handwriting was illegible. If you open it rashly, it will destroy the letter.

"This letter contains the last trace of your boss's remorse. He mentioned the name of a woman to me in the letter. That woman is his ex-wife, called Xu Meng, who likes to wear skirts. Your boss also named her favorite during her lifetime. I kept a skirt at home, but when I was taken to the well in the department store, I saw that skirt was also thrown into the well." The old man seemed to have said too much today, his face became even paler, and his body The blood vessels are like tiny chains wrapped around the skin.

"Xu Meng..." Han Fei saw a woman on the third floor of a department store who was constantly trying on dresses. She seemed to be the ex-wife of the store owner: "Understood, I will try to take out the dress and the photo together."

"It's not just her." The old man raised his finger: "I see that you still have a wig in your package. Your boss's younger brother wore a wig before he died. He was responsible for helping your boss organize various charity activities. I bought a new house in Shaheyuan with full money.”

"The owner of the mall has a younger brother? But I remember he was always alone."

"His younger brother has not escaped his poisonous hands. You can take that wig and go to No. 10, Shaheyuan District 4." The old man picked up a zongzi leaf on the ground, looked at the bloody veins on it, and stretched out his hand to gently brush it. However, as if touching the skin of his own child: "You hold this zong leaf, maybe it can help you a little."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Han Fei remembered the old man's words and set off immediately.

When he walked out of the residential building, when the sun shone on his body again, Han Fei's heartbeat finally returned to normal.

The pressure that the family put on him was so great that if the old man hadn't appeared at the end, he might have been torn to shreds.

"It feels like walking a tightrope. If you're a little careless, you'll be crushed to pieces." Han Fei felt that if he didn't become an actor in the future, he could really consider becoming a police officer. You can become a gang leader, and in a few months, you may be able to bring everyone to surrender.

Intentionally avoiding surveillance, Han Fei carried a takeaway box and came directly to No. 10, District 4, Shaheyuan, around the building.

Planted a lot of small white flowers.

It is winter now, and in Han Fei's impression, no small white flower will bloom in winter.

What's even more bizarre is that what his eyes see is completely opposite.

In the right eye, there are simple and elegant flowers all over the place, but in the left eye, there is a swaying baby skull.

"This flower is a little evil."

Continuing forward, when Han Fei walked to the entrance of the corridor, he found a middle-aged woman standing in the garden trimming flowers and plants.

"Auntie, can you help me open the corridor door?" Han Fei carried the takeaway box with some difficulty and stopped beside the middle-aged woman.

"I don't live in this building, I just saw that the flowers and plants here are unattended, so I came here to water them." The aunt is very nice, and she speaks softly and very gently: "Did you read the wrong address? Now? I don't remember anyone living in this building."

"impossible?"

"The earliest owner of this building was a very young rich man. He was very caring, helped many children, and established a charity foundation with his brother, but God has no eyes. He drowned on the night of his 30th birthday. . His brother was devastated and specially reserved this house to commemorate his only relative." The middle-aged woman sympathized with each other: "Hey, many children who have been helped by him have come back when they grow up. Here, he took all kinds of things to pay homage to him, but his brother was determined not to let the children spend money, just let them plant a flower in front of the house. Over time, this building has become the most beautiful building in Shaheyuan. "

The middle-aged woman is very talkative, constantly introducing to Han Fei how many good things the owner of the house has done before, and what an amazing person he is.

"I did charity for three years, and then I bought the most expensive house in Shahe with all the money. It's really amazing." After Han Fei and the middle-aged woman left, he came to the entrance of the corridor alone.

Huang Ying brought him a lock-opening skill book from the shallow world before, and Han Fei also studied it in his spare time. He was going to observe the type of door locks and try to use the unlocking skills, but who knew that the door would be closed with just a slight pull. opened.

The seemingly sturdy iron door was not locked, it had been kept open.

"The mall owner's younger brother has been helping him with charity, and there may be some clues in his room."

From the outside, this building is the most beautiful building in the entire Shaheyuan, but after entering the corridor, you can see withered white petals and all kinds of stinking sundries everywhere.

"The owner of the mall lets the child who has been helped grow flowers here. Is he looking for a new trading target?"

Picking up a broken petal on the ground, Han Fei saw a flower in his right eye and a white moth in his left eye.

"It's a crazy weird world."

When he came to Room 10, Han Fei just raised his hand to knock on the door, and the security door opened by himself.

"Someone?"

Holding the takeaway box and parked at the door, Han Fei was hesitating whether to go in directly, when suddenly there was an abnormal noise in the living room.

"Snapped!"

Following the sound, the photo frame hanging in the living room fell to the ground, and an old yellowed photo landed in front of Han Fei.

In the photo, there are two men with completely different looks and temperaments. Among them, the shorter one is the owner of the mall, and the other man is handsome, but there is a piece of skin on his face that is obviously different from the other skins, which seems to be irregular. A skin graft was done in the hospital.

"Is he the brother of Boss Gu?"

Taking the wig out of the takeaway box, Han Fei opened the door and put half of his body into the house.

In the rather luxuriously decorated living room, there are pictures of a man. He seems to be very beautiful, and he seems to be very dissatisfied with his face. His face is different in each photo.

"Stop standing at the door, come in." A very tired voice came from deep in the room, and the owner of the voice seemed to be seriously ill.

"Excuse me, I have something for you."

Stepping on the dusty floor, before Han Fei took a few steps, he saw a strand of black hair squeeze out from the crack of the bedroom door.

"Come here, here I am." The voice sounded strange, as if something was constantly pouring out of the speaker's mouth.

The bedroom door slowly opened, but it was not the owner of the house who came out, but a bundle of dirty black hair.

"Help me, I can't breathe, my stomach keeps growing hair, help me!"

The black hair was against the wall, flooding through the corridor like a flood, rushing towards Han Fei.

"I'm only delivering takeaways, and haircuts cost extra." The landlord's ring didn't respond, and Han Fei became more daring, and he clenched the bladeless knife.

"Rebirth!"

The sun finally shone in the perennially dark attic, and Han Fei stepped on his black hair and came to the door of the bedroom.

The hand raised the knife and fell, and the black "river" was cut off in an instant.

Without stopping, Han Fei went upstream and grabbed the man who was drowning in black hair.

Using the secret of touching the depths of his soul, Han Fei felt pain and regret in the man, but did not feel a trace of hatred.

"You have become such a ghost, but there is no hatred in your heart?"

The strength of a man is probably equivalent to the resentment that has just formed, which makes Han Fei regain his confidence.

Finally found someone to bully. Han Fei tried to drag him to the living room, but the man's hair had grown together with the entire bedroom. After it was cut off, new ones would grow back soon.

"Thank you, I already feel better." As long as the man opened his mouth to speak, hair would pop out of his mouth. He was as thin as a wood, but his belly was high and deformed.

"You are the younger brother of the owner of the department store? You are handsome in the photo, why are you like this now?"

"I..." The man glanced at Han Fei weakly, and asked the first question after pondering for a while: "Is my brother dead?"

"You are really brothers, and you asked such a direct question as soon as you opened your mouth." Han Fei shook his head: "If he died, I would not come to you."

"Isn't it dead yet? He pushed his wife, child, best friend, and only relative into the well. How can such a person still be alive?" A very obvious scar seems to have been burned by fire.