My Iyashikei Game

After getting a prompt in the elevator, Han Fei dragged the corpse props to the seventh floor with one hand. All the windows here were sealed with wooden boards, and the whole floor looked extremely depressed.

Taking out the security phone, Han Fei clicked on Xia Yilan's live broadcast room. The strange thing was that there was no one in the live broadcast room.

"All the cameras installed in the plastic surgery hospital are dynamic tracking cameras. As long as Xia Yilan passes by, she will be followed until she enters the blind spot of the camera's field of vision. Now that there is no one in her live broadcast room, it means that she should be parked somewhere. In a shooting blind spot.”

Han Fei walked forward slowly, and slowly, he suddenly saw himself in Xia Yilan's live broadcast room.

"She's hiding around me?"

As soon as he stopped, Han Fei felt that someone was approaching quickly behind him. He picked up the corpse prop and swung it back, but he hit nothing.

Based on the locked position of the camera in Xia Yilan's live broadcast room, Han Fei could be sure that Xia Yilan was nearby, but he didn't see anything.

"What about people?"

Xia Yilan may have had some special encounters before, but she is just an ordinary person. Even if she is caught by a ghost and hit by evil, Han Fei is still not afraid. What he is worried about now is that there are other things staying with Xia Yilan. .

"There was indeed something approaching just now."

Dragging the heavy corpse props, Han Fei stepped back a little bit, and he found the shot of Xia Yilan's live broadcast room, which was stuck in blood.

When he was checking the camera, footsteps sounded very suddenly in the corridor!

There was no sign. When Han Fei heard the sound, the footsteps were very close to him.

Rewinding back, Han Fei found a pair of white shoes walking through the corridor and entering a room.

"White shoes?"

The goodwill of the little white shoes was kidnapped by Han Fei, and now there is only malice and hatred on the pure white shoes.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei didn't go after Xiaobaixie directly. When he came to an unfamiliar place, the first thing he had to do was to get familiar with the environment. If he rushed forward recklessly, he might fall into the enemy's elaborate arrangement. in the trap.

After kicking open the door, Han Fei began to check room by room. Seeing his rude and direct appearance, the audience in the live broadcast room felt relieved again.

Also trapped in an abandoned building, also facing the danger of murder and unknown, Han Fei behaved completely different from the other six colleagues. I don't know, it is estimated that Han Fei is playing a murderer and is hunting other people. six people.

Han Fei fixed the camera removed from the security guard on his back shoulder, so that he could observe behind him through the live broadcast room, which was equivalent to having an extra eye.

Tang Yi, who is well aware of the audience's preferences, specially opened a live broadcast room for this camera, and also let everyone experience a "killer" live broadcast from the first perspective.

Without the help of other people's scripts and "companions", Han Fei obtained the other leg and internal organs of the corpse on the seventh floor based on the clues revealed in his own script and a little violence, and now only the heart and the internal organs are left. The head has not yet been found.

The other live broadcast rooms are already in chaos, everyone is running for their lives, even the camera can't capture it clearly, and many fans of the star come to Han Fei for help, saying that their idol is going to physically "collapse".

Comparing these live broadcasts, it can be clearly seen that Han Fei is special, people and ghosts are running, only Han Fei is seriously thinking about customs clearance.

In fact, Han Fei is also in a state of high tension now. He doesn't have time to watch those barrages at all, and is focused on the room that Xiaobaixue has just entered.

As the doors of the rooms were kicked open, Han Fei got closer and closer to the room.

"right here."

Holding the door lock with his hand, Han Fei slowly exerted force, and the door opened in response.

The small room was covered with white paint, and it looked like a pure white canvas. Everything in the room was white. Even after such a long time, it was still pure white as before, as if someone would come every night. Same as cleaning.

"Whose room is this?"

The white single bed was covered with a white quilt, the white sheets fell to the ground, and a pair of white shoes were placed in front of the bed.

There is a small white table where the toes of the white shoes are directly opposite, and there are a few small figures folded from white paper on the table.

The heads of each villain were opened, and they did not have their own facial features and clothes, which seemed to imply that they never had a self, or even formed the concept of self.

Han Fei entered the house, and the sound of the rainstorm hitting the window became more and more violent. The rain seemed to penetrate the glass and fall into the house.

A drop of liquid dripped on the back of Han Fei's neck, he reached out to touch it, and his fingertips were dyed red.

"Blood?"

Looking up, cracks appeared in the white roof, as if the pure white heart was torn, and foul-smelling blood flowed out of the cracks.

More and more blood soaked through the white walls, cracks spread all around, blood stains stuck to the ceiling, and fell into the house like rain.

Han Fei's body was wet, and he felt as if the entire room had been violently torn apart from the outside, and all the secrets in the room would be stained with blood.

Standing still, Han Fei looked down at the phone screen.

The scene displayed in the live room is completely different from what Han Fei saw in his own eyes. Han Fei in the live room

Standing at the door of a dilapidated white ward, a lot of red paint was painted on the ceiling in advance, and those things were dripping on Han Fei's back.

"He used small white shoes to attract my attention, just to get those 'paints' on me?"

Han Fei himself was also affected. He saw what the painter wanted him to see. I don't know if it was a hallucination, a dream, or a kind of psychological hypnosis.

The people behind the scenes succeeded, but Han Fei has seen too many scenes more terrifying than this in the deep world, so he behaved very normally, and the audience in the live broadcast room did not find any problems.

The red paint slipped down his hair, and the back of Han Fei's head seemed to be scorched by something, and bursts of pain involved his nerves. Some memories he found in the deep world emerged, most of which were related to the Scarlet Orphanage.

There seemed to be some connection between the blood-red memories in his mind and the red "pigment" dripping on the back of his head, Han Fei wanted to figure out his past. He was cruel, let go of his consciousness, and actively immersed himself in hallucinations.

After being trained in the deep world for a long time, Han Fei was confident that he could break free from the hallucination, so he decided to go and see what was in the hallucination.

His vision gradually became a little hazy, and the sound of footsteps on the corridor outside sounded again. Han Fei looked outside, and the little white shoes dripped with red paint walked through the corridor and entered another room.

At this time, the plastic surgery hospital that Han Fei saw was not the same as before. The blood-colored paint seemed to be a paintbrush held by a ghost. All kinds of strange patterns and constantly distorted words spread on the walls.

"Only good children can come out to breathe and see the outside world, but for monsters, our world is this small room, you can't get out, you can't escape."

"I don't envy children who can get out of the ground. The light they see is just false, and the light full of hypocrisy is completely different from the light from the sun."

"They are stupid. They think they will be considered good children if they obey the doctor's words. In fact, in the doctor's eyes, they are monsters like me."

"The kids who leave are always telling me how beautiful the outside world is, bright windows, green foliage, and even a flying bird can keep them excited for a long time."

"Seeing how happy they are, I can't bear to tell them the truth. No matter how beautiful the outside world is, it has nothing to do with them. Their world only has this room, and this big black box where we live is the real appearance of the world."

"Doctors always lie to us that the world is beautiful. As long as we monsters slowly become normal people, we will be able to usher in a new life in the outside world. I know they are lying to me."

"Those doctors weren't telling the truth at all, they were just taking advantage of us and they never thought about letting us go."

"I miss that artist a little bit, he's the one who really wanted to help us, and although he never said he was going to take us away, at least he left false windows on the walls of this dark room ."

"In the last period of my life, I felt that I should see him again. Because I have made a new discovery in the dark, the red ward at the end of the corridor is said to have been black before, and it seems that there once lived a successful experiment. Boy, I also heard that the child who was closest to perfection ended up killing everyone."

"He couldn't hear me, and I couldn't leave."

"I don't know how to meet him, so I can only draw myself in the window he painted."

"Slowly, I grew up in this black room. Among all the children, I was the only one who never left. I know that my end is doomed. As the most failed experiment, I will die on my eighteenth birthday."

"This should be my last birthday wish, and I hope... that artist never comes back."

Bloody red paint and paint were spilled on the walls, and the words seemed to come alive, and looking at them, it was like seeing a sick teenager.

"That kid really doesn't want the artist to come back? Or did he end up saying something against his heart because all his birthday wishes didn't come true?"

Everything in the live broadcast room was normal. The audience only saw the blood flowing, but after coming into contact with the plasma, Han Fei was affected to a certain extent, and he saw the text tumbling in the blood.

Walking among those bloody words, it was like stepping into a patient's dream, and his ears were full of his ravings.

Go forward and open the next door.

In the dark room, except for the number "4" on the door panel, everything was painted black.

Before Han Fei could enter, all the nearby doors were pushed open, and the layout of each room was completely different.

Some are painted in color; some are filled with asymmetrical and deformed objects; some rooms have nothing in it and are directly made into a sphere; and some rooms are filled with all kinds of unfathomable things. Formulas and puzzles...

Han Fei kept looking at the end of the corridor, where there was an unnumbered ward, which was completely dyed red.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll never do that again, please let me go."

"I'm just a nurse who obeyed their orders, I just want to get a face, you go to those doctors, to those who killed you!"

"Don't destroy my face, I have nothing left, let me go!"

A scantily dressed woman from the Scarlet Room

Climbing out, she fell to the ground, with a strange sense of incongruity between her face and body, as if the face did not belong to her.

"Xia Yilan?"

The woman in the distance heard Han Fei's voice. She seemed to be drowning and grabbed the last straw, crying and reaching out to Han Fei, but her legs seemed to be locked by something in the room and could not break free. .

"Save me! Save me!"

"What have you done? Why do those children want to kill you?" Han Fei still remembered that when he first went to see Qiangwei, he accidentally found that Qiangwei was threatening Xia Yilan with a list.

There is a high probability that Qiangwei is the numbered child in the orphanage, and Xia Yilan will be targeted by him, indicating that Xia Yilan is likely to be involved in something.

In addition, when Xia Yilan begged for mercy, he vaguely mentioned words such as nurses and orders, Han Fei was more certain of his guess, and he wanted to take this opportunity to ask clearly.

"I didn't do anything! I'm just one of the middlemen, just a business card of a plastic surgery hospital!" Xia Yilan cried at Han Fei: "Those children are all ingredients for personality shaping! I'm only responsible for treating customers in need. Take it to the hospital, I don't know anything else!"

"You don't think about it anymore?"

"He, they promised me that they would change their faces for me after completing five transactions!" Xia Yilan's body was dragged: "All the middlemen have changed their faces!"

After shouting the last sentence, Xia Yilan's body was dragged into the red ward.

Han Fei rushed forward with the corpse prop. The closer he was to the ward, the more intense the pain in the back of his head!

"All pain comes from where the black box is!"

In a trance, Han Fei even thought that he had returned to the deep world, and his body would naturally react in various ways.

"The words were left by the orphans who died here? He found the red room?"

After kicking open the door of the last ward in the corridor, Han Fei saw Xia Yilan being pressed on the operating table, surrounded by children who had no facial features and lost themselves.

Those children held a cake made of human blood in their hands, and then used their own little hands to stuff the bloody cake into Xia Yilan's mouth.

Her beautiful face seemed to be torn apart, her mouth could not make a sound, her eyes bulged outward, and her appearance was very scary.

Han Fei didn't like Xia Yilan, but he must not let Xia Yilan die in front of him like this.

He walked quickly into the room, the moment he stepped into the room, a familiar feeling that he had never had before appeared in his mind, as if he had stayed in such a bloody room for a long, long time.

"Could it be that my real childhood memory is... being in a room like this all the time?"