My Iyashikei Game

The hideous cat-faced ghost appeared behind Han Fei, constantly transforming the Yin Qi in the black snake's body into Han Fei's power.

In the memory world, due to the absence of the black snake, the ghost pattern was completely unable to exert its real power. Han Fei never tried his best to do so much damage to the ghosts in the deep world.

"Rebirth!"

The knife in his hand was pushed to the extreme. Arms and Han Fei grabbed the handle of the knife together. The dazzling light instantly cut through the shady curtain at the top of the hotel, leaving a huge gap nearly three meters long.

The screams sounded from all directions in an instant, and the harsh female voice almost penetrated everyone's eardrums.

Along with the shady curtain, there were countless lifelines connected to the shady curtain. The lifelines that emerged from the man's wound were cut off, and a black rain fell in the air. As for the remaining lifelines among the lifelines Humanity is absorbed by the knife of death.

"This voice is the same as the female voice on the room service call before, it's her again!"

All the life ropes were cut off, and the man like a marionette fell to the ground. He was covered in injuries. At this time, he looked at Xu Qin's shoes and kept begging her: "Kill me, please kill me. !Kill me!"

Xu Qin raised her shoes and was about to smash the man's heart with one foot, when suddenly there was a somewhat crazy laughter from the shady screen above her head.

Slowly, the shady screen at the top of the art exhibition slipped completely, and everyone was surprised to see that there were pictures behind the shady screen.

There are women, there are men, some of them were photographed before they were alive, but more of them were what they looked like after they died.

Aunt Li and Liuli Mao were sitting on the ground, and they didn't dare to look up. It was a kind of torture for ordinary people, and their hearts couldn't bear such a scene.

After retching, Iron Man sat down on the freezer.

Yantang was also pale, but he was even more curious as to why Han Fei didn't respond at all?

If it was the mask that covered his face, why was his eyes still so calm, like a deep pool in the mountains, without even a single ripple.

"Brother Youfu, aren't you afraid?"

"There is a similar wall in my house." Han Fei was talking about the wall where he usually analyzes the case. It was covered with photos of victims, but after hearing his answer, several players' hearts jumped.

In the deep world, Han Fei had seen too many photos of victims, and he had seen all kinds of death photos, so at this time he was not only not afraid, but also opened his eyes to observe each photo.

I don't know if the ability brought out from the memory world has not disappeared, or because of the impact of personality fragments, Han Fei feels that he often finds something special in his left eye.

Just like now, when the woman's laughter came, Han Fei was very keen to see the portraits in several photos smiling.

The women in those photos look very similar, but it can only be said that they are very similar. Looking from left to right, the appearance of the woman has changed from ordinary to more and more beautiful, and in the end, it is almost inexhaustible. .

She has a beauty that ordinary people can envy, but at this time, she looks like she is crying, her eyes are full of resentment, and her lips are covered with blood.

"Why do I think she looks familiar, like a former singer? But why is she the only one laughing?" Han Fei dragged Yantang to his side: "Did you receive a room service call after you arrived at this hotel last night?"

"The phone in the guest room rang seven times, and it was all answered by Shen Luo." Yantang didn't know what Han Fei wanted to say.

"Can you see the biggest photos at the top? All the dead people in the photos are hideous, but this woman is smiling." Han Fei's time in the hotel was too short, and there are still many rooms that he hasn't checked. It was too late, so he thought of Yantang.

Although this player is very lucky, he has an extremely rare B-level talent and an initial brain power of up to nine points. Maybe he will find some clues.

"The woman who is laughing..." Yan Tang looked at it for a while, then suddenly opened her eyes: "I've seen her!"

"Where did you meet?"

"The hotel staff lounge! Whether it's the staff's room or the boss's private room, there are all her art photos hanging in it!" Yantang remembered something: "When I first entered the hotel last night, I went directly to I went to the monitoring room, but I didn't expect that the security guard would also have a photo of this woman hanging there. At that time, I felt very wrong! Another point! We saw a lot of murderers in the hotel last night, some of them were cleaning the hotel, some were the hotel Security guards, some are front desk attendants, everyone looks different, but all their voices are that of a woman!"

Yantang pointed to the photo above her head, and then dragged Liuli cat to her side: "Brother You Fu, Liuli cat knows something about that woman."

The timid Liuli cat covered her arm, her face was bloodless, and she was scared and had little strength: "The woman in the photo is a singer, she is not well-known, but her voice is very good, people are also She is especially talented. She was photographed by a company when she was very young. The company admired her voice and talent, but thought her appearance was so average, so she asked her to write songs for another female singer.”

"Of course a woman is not reconciled to this. She wants to release her own songs, but her own songs can't be popular. In fact, the company is playing tricks, and they don't do much publicity at all. They just want to squeeze her at the cheapest price."

"The singer was still very young at that time, and she later posted videos of her singing on the Internet, but there were always a lot of navy attacks on her appearance, and they even talked about her family and made up all kinds of rumors.

"

"After that, she disappeared, and no one knew where she went. The songs she left behind suddenly became popular after many years, but no one was able to find the singer." Liuli Mao knew that. Han Fei was a little surprised when he said everything.

"What's the name of that female singer? How did you know these things?" Han Fei stared at the glass cat, as if trying to see through the other's heart.

"She is not a professional singer, and no one knows her real name. Everyone only knows that her online name is Liuli. Her voice is very beautiful. Her voice seems to have been kissed by an angel, but her songs are better than one. The first despair is like a lost bird, looking at the wilderness, and then plucking its feathers one by one." Liuli Mao put his hands on his chest: "I myself also study music, and some of my experiences are related to her Similarly, although she is not very famous, she is the best singer in my heart."

"Why does a singer appear here? Why do you hate the hotel owner so much?" Yantang tried desperately to think about the connection. As a player in the shallow world, he may not be used to the way of thinking in the underworld.

When he frowned and pondered, Han Fei already had the answer: "Aunt Li said just now that the hotel only accepts guests from that plastic surgery hospital, and the female singer must come here for plastic surgery. She is more and more in these photos. Beautiful, laughing more and more sad and painful, it seems that she lost something when she became beautiful. Judging from her constant torment of the hotel owner, it must be the first owner of the hotel who killed her, and still used the most cruel way."

Han Fei grabbed Yantang: "You said just now that there are also pictures of women in the hotel owner's private room?"

"Yes." Yantang's eyes also brightened, and he felt that he had to learn from Han Fei's perspective on thinking.

"Take me there right away!" Han Fei grabbed Yantang Tienan and started running out of the hall.

Seeing Han Fei leave, Xu Qin, who was hesitating whether to kill the hotel owner, grabbed the altar and threw it over.

After catching the altar, Han Fei and Yantang came to the ninth floor together.

Although the ninth floor is also a guest room, visitors are not allowed to enter here, and the electronic lock on the door is also different from the floors downstairs.

"right here!"

After kicking open the door of the innermost room on the ninth floor, Han Fei felt a chill on the ring, and he slowly walked into the house with a knife.

The owner of the hotel transformed the ninth floor into a special guest room, which is no different from an ordinary guest room from the outside. In fact, there is a secret door hidden in the room.

All the rooms on the ninth floor are interconnected, and there are a lot of hidden compartments, and those hidden compartments are all tortured tools.

"According to my speculation, the hotel owner should lure the prey to the ninth floor, and then take the opportunity to kill the victim."

Yantang led Han Fei into the master bedroom. On the huge single bed hung a photo of Liuli. In the photo, she still showed a sad smile.

Stepping on the bedside table, Han Fei was about to take down the photo when Yantang suddenly stopped him.

"Last time we also wanted to take pictures, but as long as we touch the pictures, all kinds of things will be attracted."

"It's okay." Han Fei took the photo off with both hands. The photo looked light, but it was actually as heavy as an adult.

The back of the photo was sticky with sticky bloodshots and black hair, and another photo was pasted behind the normal photo frame.

The blood-stained photo at the back shows an ordinary-looking woman, blindfolded and tied to a chair, as if she were singing.

In front of her is the operating table, and a man is making so-called "artwork" with his back to her.

The blood splashed on the woman's face, and she was scared to death, but still didn't seem to dare to stop singing.

"That should be the truth."

"Bang!"

The woman's photo frame fell to the ground. When Han Fei went to support the photo frame, he found that blood was constantly leaking from the bottom of the bed.

He lifted the whole bed board and saw that under the bed someone had left shocking lines of words in blood.

"On November 9th, the hospital told me that I was not eligible, but the male owner of the hotel felt that my talent should not be buried. I thought I had met a nobleman and was very happy, so I followed his request and decided to Wait another night in the hotel and he promises me he'll try to convince the doctors in the hospital."

"On November 10th, after one o'clock in the morning, the phone in the guest room suddenly rang and asked me if I needed room service. I hung up the phone politely, but the other party called again after a while, and I was a little angry. Talk to them a few more words. I thought they would stop here, but who knows they called again soon after."

"I was so annoyed that I unplugged the phone line. I played with the phone for a while and then fell asleep again."

"I don't know how long it has passed, but I always feel that there is something around me, I suddenly open my eyes, and I suddenly find that all the lights in my room are turned off!"

"I clearly remember that I turned it on when I was sleeping. I was so scared and went to get my phone, but then suddenly I heard a man's voice ringing in my ear."

"Do you need room service?"

Before Han Fei finished reading, the phone in the guest room suddenly rang, startling both him and Yantang.

"Brother Yufu, can we pick it up?" Yantang was still young, and this lonely and aloof student didn't look like the same person in front of Han Fei.

"Why didn't you answer?" Han Fei picked up the microphone and put it in his ear.

A creaking sound rang on the phone, and not long after, a female

The man seemed to lie in Han Fei's ear and said, "Do you need room service?"

With a knife to his left, Han Fei seemed to have guessed in advance that the other party would attack him.

A black lifeline was directly cut off, but it seemed to have stabbed a hornet's nest, and the whole room began to change.

The woman's frantic laughter came from the microphone, the TV, mirrors, photos, windows, at a glance, almost everywhere, a woman was slowly showing half of her face with blood and tears.

She repeated over and over whether she needed room service, her twisted body slowly approaching.

This scene scared Yantang into a meltdown, and even calm people will lose their minds when they see such a scene

"Don't be afraid, she's already surrounded by us." Han Fei stretched out his hand to hold Yantang's shoulder and pulled him behind him.

"Brother, are you crazy?" Yantang clutched Han Fei's sleeve tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably, and he could no longer remain calm.

"You are very talented, and your initial brain power is also very high, but your perspective on things is too self-centered. Follow me in the future, and I will change your life." Han Fei opened the spiritual altar in his hand, and the whole room The shadow seems to have all life, and ghosts walk out of it.

Han Fei blocked Yantang's sight, turned his head and continued to look at the bloody text on the back of the bed.

"November 11, last night, the owner of the mall took me to the art exhibition on the tenth floor in the middle of the night and told me how much he loved art. He called his works a feast for the human body. That madman used to be a A doctor in a plastic surgery hospital, he used the human body as a material for sculpture, and gradually became addicted, and he needed more wild and free creation."

"Stereo-beautiful was no longer what he wanted, but he couldn't stab customers in the face at will, so he turned to other people's ideas."

"The 10th and 11th floors are both art exhibitions, with his paintings during the day and his sculptures at night."

"That devil is right. He really values ​​my talent and doesn't want my talent to be buried, so he wants to make me his music box and make me a part of his art."

"On December 30th, I had the most beautiful voice in the world, and I had the most beautiful cheeks in the world, but I lost everything but them."

"Every night that devil would compose in my desperate singing, I was forced to watch him do those crazy things, and I knew I had become a monster too."

"I lost the emotion of being a human being in my heart, and I suddenly couldn't sing the songs I used to love so much."

"The throat that was once kissed by an angel is now locked by the devil."

"Despair turned to numbness and I bit my tongue like a bird in a cage."

Han Fei had already read the blood on the bed, and all the phantoms in the hotel room had been wiped out by the neighbors. When Yantang recovered, there was only a mess left in the room.

When the last phantom was scattered, the woman's photo and frame shattered into several pieces, bright red blood flowed out of it, and a faint singing voice came from it.

"Let's go, let's destroy all her photo frames!" Han Fei has always been reasonable, but he was afraid that the other party would be unreasonable, so he wanted to weaken the other party's strength as much as possible.

"This large-scale resentment is really difficult to deal with."

Holding the altar, Han Fei, under the leadership of Yantang, pierced all the photo frames placed in the staff lounge and workroom with a rebirth knife.

Each frame will bleed, and the woman's expression will return to normal, and she will no longer show that sad and painful smile.

The big resentment didn't take Yantang and the others to heart at first, and gave them a chance to run around. It was just that Yantang was careful, which made Han Fei destroy all the photo frames in the shortest possible time.

When the woman's last photo frame was destroyed, the woman's harsh laughter came from the roof.

If you distinguish carefully, you can also find that there is a faint sound of singing in this laughter.

"Go back to the tenth floor!"

Running towards the tenth floor, Han Fei opened the way with the death knife in hand. Ordinary regrets could not stop him at all.

After kicking open the door, in the tenth floor art exhibition hall, a large number of life ropes fell from the photos, hooking up with the corpse in the freezer and besieging Xu Qin.

"Photos! Destroy the photos at the top!" Han Fei shouted loudly, the neighbors in the spiritual altar started at the same time, and it was difficult for the already weakened woman to resist.

One photo was pierced, and when Han Fei was about to chop up the last photo, all the life ropes left on the roof wrapped the photo and slammed into the glazed cat.

The Liuli cat, who can only sing and dance, has almost no combat power, and she did not expect that the first meeting between herself and her idol would be in this way.

The black life rope is like a shackle that chases the soul. As long as it is touched, it will get into people's soul and memory. The woman has gone completely crazy. Her delicate face in the photo has been torn apart. After opening, only countless bloodshots remained.

"I've always wanted to see you..."

It was too late to dodge, and the glass cat didn't seem to think about dodging at all. She put her hands together and hummed a special melody.

There are no lyrics, but the melody seems to jump completely above the heart, extremely moving, but extremely sad.

"The despair you experienced in the past is repeating itself on me, and I can't take it any longer." Small cracks appeared on the surface of the glazed cat's skin. She didn't seem to care about life and death, but just wanted to hum that song. It seemed like her last wish.

Hearing the familiar melody, there was a trace of pain in the eyes of the woman in the photo. She struggled for a while, but in the end it didn't stop.

The picture with the lifeline entwined slammed into the glass cat, but the glass cat's coat suddenly opened one eye after another.

The empty eyes seemed to come from under the abyss, a little girl holding a fish tank, silently watching the woman in the photo.

The crying gradually suppressed all sounds, and a bright knife smashed all the photos and life ropes from behind.

On the small stage sat a woman without a tongue, her hands and feet were chained to a chair, and a golden music box was placed in front of her.

In the music box like a golden birdcage, there is a tongue full of endless resentment and curses.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have successfully completed the F-level task - special room service! Add three skill points! Obtained the F-level skill - Art Appreciation."

The icy chill dissipated as the photos scattered.

It was as if the invisible veil in the air was torn to shreds, the oppressive feeling slowly disappeared, and Han Fei and the others broke the wall of ghosts.

The art exhibition hall on the 10th floor has also changed. The freezers that fill the exhibition hall have become paintings. The only thing that remains unchanged is the stage in the center of the exhibition hall.

"Art Appreciation (F-level): You have special requirements for artworks, and you also have special aesthetics. You can easily see flaws in artworks. This ability can be used five times per night."

Hearing the improvement of the system, Han Fei didn't care, and he didn't dare to be interested in life skills such as art appreciation, but who knew that when he looked at Yantang beside him, the system would prompt him whether to use the art appreciation ability.

After confirming to use this ability, Han Fei actually saw the weakest point of Yantang's body protection, he saw the "blemish" in the living person!

"Does this art appreciation treat people and ghosts as works of art?" Han Fei tried crying again, and sure enough, this art appreciation ability can help him find the enemy's flaws, allowing him to concentrate on attacking with all his strength opponent's weakness.

"Body art is indeed art."

Han Fei used it again on the woman on the stage, this time he saw a bloody life rope hidden behind the woman, and the half of the tongue in the music box.

After exchanging glances with Xu Qin, Han Fei and a group of neighbors surrounded him.

Destroying the ghost wall has consumed a lot of Yin Qi from the opponent, and now is the best time to do it.

Taking out the saber of death, just as Han Fei was about to move forward, a familiar melody suddenly sounded in the deadly tenth floor art exhibition hall.

The song that Liuli Cat hummed just now sounded again, but this time the song came from the music box.

Han Fei and the neighbors thought that the woman was going to resist, but who would have thought that the woman slowly opened her eyes and looked at Liuli Cat.

She shook the chains on her body, her body began to move a little bit, she wanted to stand up, her rotten body was trapped in the chair, and her soul was penetrated by the lifeline behind her.

The woman is the core of the whole building. Her resentment wraps the building and can control everything in the building, but she is also trapped forever in this place where she most wants to escape.