My Iyashikei Game

Malicious people bullied the sick kitten, kicked him, insulted him, and threw stones and trash on him.

The kitten crawled forward with difficulty, he did not call for help, he seemed to know that no one would help him.

Drag the body, the kitten will be under the care of the body.

When he buried his head in the mud, the beatings and abuse stopped abruptly, and he looked towards the alley.

The dim light of the street lamp shone on a man, who seemed to be in a hurry, and the buttons of his shirt were not fastened properly.

"Here comes another one who has not been cleaned up."

"Kick the car? You dare to kick the new car I bought?"

"Looking for something dead! Beat him up!"

A group of gangsters who called themselves Laozi rushed towards the entrance of the alley.

"There's garbage everywhere, so it's fair to say that the black box has to choose both sides."

Han Fei's body was completely submerged in the shadows. He had never been so angry before. After seeing Fu Sheng being bullied like this, the anger rushed into his brain instantly.

The gangster with dyed purple hair ran at the front, and he was arrogant, as if torturing and beating others was a very happy thing, as if doing so would make him appear very powerful.

Waving his fist, Zi Mao wanted to smash the bridge of Han Fei's nose, but his speed was too slow.

Before he could get close, he was kicked on the knee by Han Fei.

The center of gravity was unbalanced, and when Zi Mao was about to fall, the fist he swung out was caught by Han Fei.

Smoke scarred, ringed fist, unable to move forward.

Zi Mao looked up, and he saw a terrifying look that he could never forget in his life.

Han Fei, who walked into the shadow of the alley from the street lamp, looked like a hungry lion. The killing intent in his eyes was about to devour people, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Locking Zi Mao's arm, Han Fei bent back, and Zi Mao's scream resounded through the alley instantly.

Zimao was in pain, but Han Fei didn't stop. In front of several other gangsters, he broke Zimao's arms little by little, and then kicked him onto the garbage heap.

The whole process only took three seconds, and the other gangsters saw that Zi Mao's arms were twisted into twists, and they were too frightened to go any further.

"So many people beat me, don't you dare to go up?"

Han Fei's eyes carried an indescribable sense of oppression. The two gangsters in the front didn't dare to move, while the gangster standing at the back quietly took out a folding knife from his pocket.

When Han Fei walked forward, the three thugs behind rushed towards him.

One by one they shouted to strengthen themselves, and finally the man's hand hidden in his sleeve clenched the knife.

He looked at Han Fei with vicious eyes, but was surprised to find that Han Fei was also staring at him, the man's eyes seemed to be able to see through his heart.

Just a few meters away from Han Fei, the gangster who was running at the end suddenly accelerated, pulled out a folding knife from his sleeve and stabbed Han Fei.

Grabbing the heavy trash can next to him, Han Fei smashed it directly at the bastard.

The trash blocked his sight, and the thug subconsciously wanted to reach out to block it. He blocked the trash can, but after the trash can fell, Han Fei's punch hit him directly in the face.

Dizzy, the gangster fell to one side.

Han Fei grabbed the bastard and dragged him like a dead dog.

"I, Fu Yi, are a bastard who doesn't deserve to die. Don't take me as a good person."

One by one, he cut off the fingers of the gangster holding the knife. Listening to his screams, Han Fei dragged his body towards the other gangsters.

He smiled, but his tone was shockingly cold.

"All the people who hit him, don't even want to leave."

In the dark back alley, the screams continued, and Han Fei didn't even give the gangsters a chance to call the police.

When the last bastard fell into the garbage, crying and begging for mercy, Han Fei walked to Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng, who was curled up on the ground, had already stood up. He was covered in mud and shoe prints, but the photo frame he was protecting on his chest was completely intact.

Fu Sheng didn't say hello to Han Fei. He walked out into the darkness with the photo frame in his arms, approaching the street lights at the entrance of the alley step by step.

After arranging the white bouquets on the ground, Fu Sheng put the girl's photo, and he bent down and started to pick up the scattered goods back into the bag.

Finally, he put two new bottles of yogurt in front of the posthumous photo. He stood silently for a while, and walked towards the house with the bag in hand.

The child looked very lonely, and he seemed to be the most unusual existence in this world.

After about a few steps, Fu Sheng stopped again, he turned around slowly, and looked at Han Fei who was standing in the shadow of the alley.

With his mouth open, Fu Sheng said the first sentence to Han Fei: "There is a faceless woman standing behind you, she wants to kill you."

After finishing speaking, Fu Sheng carried the bag and walked towards the house, never looking back.

"It seems that Fu Sheng can indeed see ghosts."

Han Fei walked out of the alley. He didn't go after him directly to go home with Fu Sheng. He knew that Fu Sheng still hated him very much.

Sitting next to the girl's photo, Han Fei looked at the intact photo, and then looked at Fu Sheng, who was covered in mud.

"Even if you are beaten like that, you have to protect a ghost you don't even know. Why would such a Fu Sheng choose to destroy the deep world?"

People are constantly bullying Fu Sheng, bringing him pressure and pain, thinking he is a lunatic, and hurting him all over, but Fu Sheng chose to protect people in the end.

"he does

It must have been very painful to make that decision. "

In Fu Sheng's memory world, Han Fei saw that he was working very hard to protect all kinds of ghosts, which was completely different from Han Fei's previous impression of Fu Sheng.

"No matter what kind of person he is, now I want to protect him, he is my child." Han Fei looked at his blood-stained hands: "No one has carried the burden for him before..."

After Fu Sheng went upstairs, Han Fei shouted into the alley again: "If I find any defects in the photo outside, all of you will be dead."

After speaking, Han Fei walked towards the community. When he returned home, Fu Sheng had already locked himself in the room again.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning. He said something to me today, which is a breakthrough."

Han Fei was in a good mood. When he changed his shoes, he found that his wife's shoes were placed at a different angle than before: "She went out too?"

Pretending that he didn't know what to do, Han Fei quietly opened the bedroom door. He saw his wife was still sleeping on the bed, and his movements became more gentle.

Climbing into the quilt, Han Fei was about to go to sleep when he suddenly heard a prompt from the system.

"Attention number 0000 players! Your wife's hatred for you is reduced by one."

"Reduce hatred by one?" Han Fei was a little surprised. He didn't know which thing he did touched his wife, or maybe it was all the things that added up to finally reduce his wife's killing intent.

"Although it's only a little less, it's already a very good start." Han Fei lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

The tense nerves were relaxed, and the tired body slowly recovered. Han Fei slept until dawn.

The curtains were drawn and the sun shone on his face. When Han Fei opened his eyes, he saw his wife standing at the door.

"I'm going to be late for work."

"Okay, I'll get up now." Han Fei got up from the ground, quickly folded the quilt and mattress, and went to the bathroom to wash.

When he came out, the woman had already filled the meal.

"You have a foot injury, just tell me and let me do it."

Han Fei finished his breakfast fragrantly, glanced at the clock on the wall, and found that there was still time: "You can rest at home today, and I will send Fu Tian to kindergarten."

"No, go to work." The woman handed Han Fei the sorted briefcase and sent him to the door: "Are you going home for dinner tonight?"

"I'll be back to cook tonight, so you can rest well, don't move around, let's recover from the injury first." Han Fei walked out of the room with the briefcase: "Let's go."

"On the road... be careful."

"OK."

Han Fei walked in the sunshine and took the elevator downstairs.

This time, he learned to be smart, and when he left the community, he looked around to see if there were any suspicious vehicles.

After being careful all the way, I finally arrived at the company before nine o'clock.

"I'm not late today, it's worth celebrating."

When Han Fei came to the office, the four subordinates had already started work.

"When it's time to get off work, we'll get off work, but we have to get off work hard during work hours and don't touch the fish." Han Fei returned to his seat, he turned on the computer, and was just about to play a plate of Plants vs. Zombies when Li Guoer suddenly came over.

"Team leader, this is changed according to your design requirements." Li Guoer handed the printed document to Han Fei, which contained the pattern and corresponding annotations.

Probably the main line of the game is the story of a scumbag who fell in love with five women at the same time, and after the incident was revealed, he was chased and killed by five women and two female ghosts.

There are sweet interactions, warm daily life, and welfare pictures, but more horror and horror.

Han Fei looked at it, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. In the patterns drawn by Li Guoer, the male protagonist died more and more miserably each time. She really devoted all her emotions to making it.

Standing next to Han Fei, Li Guo'er leaned over and said in a pointed way, "Team leader, I drew seven different endings, and gave this scumbag seven different ways to die. But the game can't be complete. It's such an ending, but I can't figure out how such a scumbag can survive."

"Hey... I also think he should be dead, but after all, we are making games, and we still have to give players a little chance, even if it's just a glimmer of light, at least let the players have hope." Han Fei put down the document: "Everyone is doing very well, let's stop the work we are doing first, and briefly discuss what the scumbag actor can do to survive."

Han Fei wanted to ask Li Guoer this question. He didn't want to be killed suddenly at work.

Among the methods of death that Li Guoer painted just now, include pushing the scumbag downstairs directly, or the scumbag being stabbed in the neck with scissors while he was taking a nap at his desk.

Originally, Han Fei wasn't so scared, but when he saw this, he panicked.

"I thought about it for a long time last night, it seems that the male protagonist has no chance of living." The elder brother who watered the fake tree yesterday looked at everyone: "Besides, I also really want the male protagonist of this game to die, and I still have it. Single, this guy is in love with five women at the same time, he has a wife, md, this kind of person must die!"

Han Fei scratched his head: "Don't substitute yourself when you think about problems, you have to think about problems from the player's point of view, understand? The player is playing the role of the scumbag. Now you have to think about it from the point of view of the scumbag. What to do to have a chance to live.”

"If I were that scumbag..." Brother Fake Tree pondered for a while: "It's better to cut yourself off than to be afraid every day.

Better yet, enjoyed it anyway. "

"Negative, your thoughts are too negative."

"I've been in love with five women, so what else do I care."

No one spoke in the office, and finally Li Guoer put forward his own opinion: "I think that scumbag will die no matter what he does, and his best ending should be to choose a less painful way of dying, and before he dies. Try to lessen the hatred women have for him as much as possible."

"It makes sense, you continue to talk." Han Fei was going to write down Li Guoer's words and use the method she taught to reduce her hatred for him.

"The injury has already been done, and even if the wound heals, it will leave ugly scars. There is no perfect remedy for the past. If I were one of the women he hurt, I really couldn't forgive him. I can do it. The limit is to cause him less pain when killing him." Li Guoer didn't say any specific solution, she gently pushed her glasses and slowly sat back in her seat.

"Xiao Guo'er, you are too kind." Brother fake tree stretched out a finger and swayed left and right: "If I were the woman who was bullied by the scumbag, I would definitely abolish his lower body, which would be better than killing him. It's still uncomfortable! Team leader, what are you looking at me for? Do you also think that what I said makes sense, as expected, men understand men better!"

"It does make sense. Let's keep working. Let's try to make the plan today." Han Fei looked at the computer screen and suddenly felt that Plants vs. Zombies was no longer fun. He secretly glanced at Li Guoer who was working hard. , the back can't stop blowing cold air.

The ways of dying that Li Guoer drew were so real that it felt as if she had planned it carefully.

"My charm has already lost thirteen, why can I still meet such a task?"

Holding his hair, Han Fei was in distress when there was a knock on the office door.

"Fu Yi? It's time for you to clean the utility room. You haven't cleaned it up for months." A middle-aged man with very fair skin appeared at the door. He was dressed casually and had a smug look on his face.

"Octopus, don't go too far, you always clean up the utility room." Brother Fake Tree stood up.

"In the past, we were in charge of these marginal projects, so we had time. Now we work overtime to develop immortality, how can we still have time to do those chores?" The middle-aged Bai Jing waved his hand: "Sister Qian also agreed, if you are not satisfied, go to her ."

After the octopus finished speaking, he left, his expression was very hateful.

"This dead octopus kicked its nose on its face!"

"Okay, okay, the four of you can continue to work, determine the plan early, and I will go to the utility room to see." Han Fei got up and left his seat. He didn't want to sit with Li Guoer too much. excuse.

Walking towards the depths of the corridor, few people came over from the utility room and the archives, and the surroundings were very quiet.

"The mood value has not decreased, and it is safe for the time being." Han Fei pushed open the door of the utility room and saw various things piled up in a mess, including boxes of documents, prop models made, and broken ones. Computer monitors, etc.: "This is too messy."

Entering it, Han Fei just took two steps when he realized something was wrong: "The shelf seems to be tilted a bit, why are those heavy-looking prop models placed above the shelf?"

Han Fei has been working behind-the-scenes before acting, and he is very aware that there are safety hazards in this arrangement.

"It feels like I did it on purpose, that middle-aged man named Octopus wants to hurt me?" Han Fei closed the door of the utility room: "No, he seems to have mentioned Sister Qian before, and it may be that we come here to clean it up. Zhao Qian indicated it."

Observing the various items in the utility room, Han Fei moved forward little by little, and soon he found the problem.

There are bundles of ribbons hidden under the piles of shredded paper on the ground, and the ends of the ribbons are just hanging on the container. If someone doesn't see it and accidentally trips over the ribbons, they may overturn the container.

Looking for the broom behind the door, Han Fei pushed aside the waste paper in front of the streamer, and there were various plastic props thrown under it, some of which looked like knives with no edge.

Under normal circumstances, those props would definitely not be able to hurt people, but if they fell down accidentally, those props would probably pierce directly into the body.

"Who wants to kill me?"

"Li Guo'er and the girl in the skirt are both direct hands and have the idea of ​​perishing together, but this person who wants to kill me is different. She hates me extremely, wants me to die, but she is very rational."

The figure of Zhao Qian appeared in Han Fei's mind, that mature and delicate strong woman is still single.

"Isn't it? I don't have any ambiguous chat records related to her on my phone. Are those records deleted by me at her request?" Han Fei looked at the phone, his Adam's apple rolling: "The subordinate wants to kill me, The leader wants to kill me too?"

Zhao Qian is a few years older than Fu Yi, she is shrewd and mature, and has rich experience. If she also wants to kill Fu Yi, she will definitely not show any killing intent on the surface.

"It's easy to hide with open guns, and it's hard to guard against dark arrows. I still have to be more careful in the future."

Holding the broom, Han Fei vigorously lifted the ribbon on the ground. The unstable container on the left fell toward the middle aisle, and all the items on the top of the shelf fell.

"Head, lower body, cheeks, the placement of those props has been tested many times..."

The loud noise came, the footsteps outside the house immediately sounded, and Han Fei also fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, the door of the utility room was pushed open, and Zhao Qian was the first to enter.

The sexy and mature she looked directly at the container at first sight, and there was nothing underneath

.

Then she looked to the side and found Han Fei who seemed to be frightened.

She squatted down quickly and looked at Han Fei with great concern: "Are you all right?"

Han Fei's stiff mouth twitched slightly and nodded: "Well, I'm not dead."