My Iyashikei Game

The woman on the TV screen had dilated pupils, her arms were covered with stab wounds, her hair was disheveled, as if she was sleepwalking.

What's even more terrifying is that on the double bed next to the woman, her husband was still asleep, and he didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

"Is this a surveillance video? Both the husband and wife are still alive in the video. It should be something that was filmed before." Tie Nan looked at the horrible scene in the video. , and then stood inside the house with a knife in hand. Just thinking about this terrifying picture made me feel cold all over.

"Don't talk, keep looking down."

The woman kept repeating one sentence, but she was the only one in the mirror. If she wanted to hurt the person in the mirror, she seemed to have to hurt herself first.

The video soon ended, and Yantang opened the cabinet under the TV and rummaged through it to find a cardboard box sealed with tape.

The carton was torn open, and in addition to many old-fashioned videotapes, there was an old diary.

Opening the crumpled diary, the words written on the first page are a bit scary.

"I feel like my wife wants to kill me."

"Every day when I wake up in the morning, I will find that the knives in the house have been moved. It cannot be a burglar, because only the knives are passive in the house."

"My wife has become a little strange since plastic surgery. She has become more beautiful and her personality has become gentler, but I always feel that the way she looks at me has become strange and scary."

"We are the most familiar pillow people. She looked at me like she was looking at a stranger. I could feel the disgust in her eyes, but we were so happy and loving before."

"I have to find out the reason, I want to get my wife back!"

Continuing to scroll back, the contents of the man's diary became more and more desperate.

"Brother, you are my only relative. If you see this diary, I'm probably gone."

"It seems that another person lives in your sister-in-law's body. I secretly installed surveillance at home and saw her walking around the house with a knife every night."

"That should not be sleepwalking. She clearly remembers where the knife is placed. After getting the knife, she will check whether I am really asleep before walking to the mirror."

"I really can't understand what she's doing, seems to be talking to the mirror? She wants to kill herself in the mirror?"

The content recorded on each page of the diary was different, and he became more and more desperate. Han Fei turned to the end in one breath.

On the last page of the diary, only three words were written.

"Who are you?"

These three words are different from the previous words. They were not recorded by the husband, but more like left by the wife.

Staring at the three words, Han Fei felt that he was being watched, as if a voice in his ear was asking him like this.

The woman on the TV screen has gone mad, and the knife is constantly waving in front of her. She sometimes swings the knife to the mirror hysterically, and sometimes sits quietly and indifferently in front of the dresser, just like two people.

"She should have been possessed by the ghost in the mirror. She and the ghost are fighting for control of her body." Yantang said with experience: "I have seen many ghost movies, and generally this kind of ghost is the most difficult to deal with. They have no physicality and slowly crush the living on a spiritual level."

"Spiritual confrontation?" Han Fei's own willpower is very strong, he can completely resist the interference of the voice, but he allows the voice to get into his mind without defense at all: "I like the mental confrontation. ."

"Why?" Yantang didn't understand, he pointed at Aunt Li quietly: "Don't be careless, look at Aunt Li's current state, she is already a little obsessed. If we are not careful, maybe we will be caught by those ghosts. Get it into the mirror, and you won't know how to die when you die."

"It makes sense, you can say a few more words." Han Fei finally discovered the correct way to use Yantang's talent. The ghosts tricked into his mind. Back in the Dead Building, Butterfly's last remaining consciousness was because he wanted to occupy Han Fei's mind, but he was pinched to death by Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage.

Han Fei will die when his blood is cleared. It is very easy to kill him, but it is more difficult to occupy his body and regenerate on his body.

He is not afraid of others playing yin, let alone prying into his memories. In fact, he has not figured out which memories of the past in his mind are true and which are false.

When a person is so ruthless that he even deceives himself, this is probably what he is talking about.

"Just say a few more words, Yantang, it's time for you to shine."

Without further explanation, Han Fei felt that the video in the video was a bit unsatisfactory, so he removed the bedroom door directly with the death knife, and then sat in front of the dresser by himself.

He sat facing the mirror, just like the woman in the video.

Because the door was removed, the video played on the TV in the living room could also be seen in the mirror.

This hardcore immersive experience is haunted, scaring all three players.

"Brother, are you sure? I really think that ghost might get into your head and compete with you for control of your body. According to the situation at the scene, she has an 80% chance of attacking you." Yantang smiled wryly. As a player whose brain power was initially nine o'clock, he couldn't understand Han Fei's operation.

"It's not a good idea to do this?" Tie Nan also spoke up. Even a fool knows that the most unbelievable person in a horror movie will be the first to die.

When the two players persuaded, Han Fei faced

Look at yourself in the mirror with a smile.

"Who are you?"

In the video, the woman's voice came over and over again, and the TV was placed in the living room, but those words sounded in Han Fei's ears.

Without any resistance, Han Fei let go of his body and mind, just like sitting in a massage chair and enjoying an atmospheric spa.

Gradually, wondering if Yantang's words had an effect, Han Fei began to laugh when he saw himself in the mirror.

As an actor with master-level acting skills, he knows the meaning of every micro-expression of human beings. In the mirror, he is really smiling, which is different from the performed smile. It contains a kind of pride that is not easy to show.

"Smile, laugh more happily."

The mission required Han Fei to find himself who would laugh in the mirror. He didn't know how to find the ghost, so he wanted to try to see if he could "make" the ghost in the mirror laugh.

The comedian is Han Fei's old profession. What he likes most is everyone's smiles.

It doesn't matter if you kill or not, complete the task first, wait for the reward, and then consider which neighbor to feed.

"Why did Brother Lucky smile?"

"Is the ghost already on the body?" Tie Nan took out his gloves. He used to want to learn Han Fei's game ideas, but now he feels that he may not be suitable for being a professional player.

Both Yantang and Tie Nan were looking at Han Fei. Aunt Li was also following Han Fei at first, but her head suddenly shook slightly, her left eye pupil kept shaking, and then she slowly looked towards the opened living room The door, as if there was a force trying to drive her away.

Aunt Li turned around slowly and stood in the center of the living room.

Under Yantang's constant persuasion and "curse", some extremely bad things really happened.

The woman's voice entered Han Fei's ears and mixed into his memory, and some unfamiliar pictures began to appear.

Han Fei saw a woman sitting in front of the mirror constantly tearing at her face, half of her face crying and half smiling.

No one knew what she was going through, but she could only see that she was in great pain at this time.

The nails scratched her face, and her well-maintained skin had begun to bleed in many places, but it seemed that the mental pain was more unbearable than the physical pain.

After the nails were cut off, the woman who had collapsed took out the sharp knife on the table and stabbed half of her face directly.

Huge pain came into Han Fei's mind, but he just gritted his teeth lightly.

The woman in my memory began to destroy her cheeks, and Han Fei began to slowly change in the mirror in front of him.

Half of his face seemed to be frozen and cracked, and a lot of cracks and wounds spread on the left face, and he began to lean forward in the mirror.

As the figure in the mirror got closer and closer to Han Fei, more and more painful memories of that woman came to mind.

The face of the figure in the mirror finally stuck to the mirror. It was not Han Fei's face at all, but a disfigured face of a woman.

Half full of scars, half twisted, the smile on her face is no longer, only pure madness and hatred for revenge.

All the memories began to cry, and when the pain swept through Han Fei's body, the woman's face stretched out from the mirror!

She was getting closer and closer to Han Fei's face, and when she was about to get into Han Fei's face, Han Fei's eyes that had been emptying her eyes gathered.

He stared at the terrifyingly distorted face in front of him, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Why don't you laugh? Am I really not funny?"

The disfigured face stopped in front of Han Fei, and his scarlet eyes blinked twice.

"Touch the secrets of the soul."

Raising his hands and hugging the woman's head, Han Fei used himself as a fulcrum and fell backwards!

"Bang!"

The woman overturned together with the dressing table, all kinds of cosmetics were shattered, and the three players in the living room were completely dumbfounded.

This scene, I am afraid, can be remembered for a lifetime.

The blade flashed, and after the disfigured woman fell, she never got up again. Instead, there was a little more gleam in the rebirth knife.

"You're not the ghost I'm looking for." Han Fei's memory of women disappeared, and the fragments of women's memories could not even fill his mind, let alone enter the depths of his mind.

He lifted up the dressing table on the ground, and the mirror surface was full of cracks. Apart from the cracks, there were three blood-red writing - who are you?

The voice in the ear did not dissipate, and the real ghost in the mirror had not been killed.

"It seems that the most terrifying ghost is not in this room."

Han Fei walked towards the living room and patted Yantang who was already stupid: "Don't stop, continue your analysis!"