My Iyashikei Game

The "red paint" dripping on the back of Han Fei's head seemed to come from this red room. When it was stained on Han Fei's body, Han Fei felt that he had a special connection with this room.

If the room is like a box, then he is the person locked in the box.

Never see the light of day, no concept of time, just keep repeating some desperate and painful things.

With his hands clenched, bloodshots appeared in Han Fei's eyes. He could feel his heart being stabbed, and the pain was far greater than the physical pain.

"I even forgot the despair I encountered, I just vaguely remember the feeling..."

A low laugh suddenly came from the back of his head. The laughter seemed to come from a child. He was not familiar with the world and only knew how to laugh. Over time, his smile began to contain various negative emotions.

Fear, grief, sadness, breakdown, followed by hysteria, became something else entirely.

"He kept smiling, the first smile was for healing, but after healing many, many people, his smile became feared by everyone, and people started to fear that he would kill everyone one day. !"

Standing in this blood-red room, Han Fei, who was immersed in hallucinations, understood the deep meaning of that weird laughter for the first time.

"Is that person me? But I've never laughed from the bottom of my heart?"

The memories in his mind flashed by, and many small memory puzzles appeared in front of Han Fei's eyes. .

Every time he quit the game, he would be stuck in a blood-coagulated city, and during that short quit time, there was another bloody person standing behind him.

Han Fei couldn't see the figure and appearance of the person behind him, but he clearly remembered that whenever the maniacal laughter was released, the person standing behind him would have more emotions and become more like a living person!

This is the case in the game, and a very special thing has also happened in reality.

Han Fei will never forget. Once, after quitting the game, he flipped through his mobile phone and accidentally found a picture of himself playing games wearing a helmet on his mobile phone.

The doors and windows are closed, all locked, and there are police guards outside. It is difficult for a living person to sneak into his home under such circumstances, and take pictures of him with his own mobile phone while playing games here.

Han Fei has always wanted to know who the person who took the photo was, but he didn't have an answer. He didn't delete the photo he took and kept it all the time.

"What is the relationship between laughter and me? Is he looking at me all the time? Or is he hiding in a black box?"

The black box appeared earlier than the crazy laughter, so this guess was first denied by Han Fei.

The more he thinks, the more chaotic his brain becomes, and now he desperately wants to know the truth.

"Do you know the answer? Have you ever seen the person in the blood-red room!" Han Fei shouted at the children beside the operating table. Those children have all lost themselves. They are like products that provide other children with high-quality characters. In the same way, after being taken out of the personality, it has become a useless waste, and even a ghost has no face of its own.

Hearing Han Fei's voice, some of the children walked towards Han Fei. Xia Yilan on the operating table took advantage of this opportunity and shouted like crazy, her face was completely deformed.

"Take me away! I know the red room! There is only one real red room, and that room is used to extract the characters of children. All operations are done in that bloody room!"

After Xia Yilan said these words, black and red blood flowed out of her mouth, and her flawless face seemed to be split open.

"Save me! Save me! The red room is underground, I've been there! I can take you to the real red room!"

The children smeared red cake on her face and kept stuffing it into her mouth. Xia Yilan, who had been unable to make subtle expressions because of face-changing, showed her deepest understanding of fear this time. The scream almost pierced Han Fei's eardrum.

Taking the initiative to immerse himself in the hallucinations, Han Fei, who was allowed to be dominated by those weird things, was also slightly awake.

"Okay, I'll trust you again."

Han Fei grabbed Xia Yilan's calf and wanted to drag Xia Yilan towards him.

When the little ghosts without facial features saw that Han Fei was going to rob someone, they all rushed over.

A pair of small hands covered with blood-colored cake grabbed Han Fei, and the red "human blood cake" was smeared on Han Fei's body.

But strangely, he didn't feel pain and madness, just an inexplicable sadness.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the cries of the children.

The blood-red curse words appeared directly on Han Fei's clothes. A child who called himself the number "4" left a curse full of hatred and malice. He wanted to make his room a second blood. The red room, he longed for the blood-red room, dreamed of being the next person to live in the blood-colored room, but unfortunately he couldn't do it at all.

When the bloody words began to appear on Han Fei's body, he was really affected for the first time.

Different from the psychological hints that Butterfly kept bringing him back then, Child No. 4 kept calling, and then the fragmented blood-red memories in his mind began to respond actively.

In the deep world before, Han Fei never felt that there was anything wrong with those bloody memory fragments, but when they were awakened by the curse words of the fourth child, Han Fei found that his past memories of childhood seemed to be completely torn apart.

"My childhood

Are all memories fake? "

The seeds of doubt have long been planted, and it is taking root under the catalysis of bloody memory.

This feeling of denying the past is extremely painful and torturous. Those children are still smearing new "cakes" on Han Fei's body, as if using their own flesh and blood to celebrate Han Fei's new life.

"Take me away..." Xia Yilan's voice broke, she was about to die.

Enduring the tearing sensation in his mind, Han Fei picked up Xia Yilan and ran out of the blood-red room.

Leaving the room, the pain in the back of Han Fei's head slowly subsided, but the depression that enveloped his heart and mind did not dissipate.

He really can't remember what happened in his childhood. This feeling of being experienced but unable to remember has worn away his disguise in front of the audience little by little.

That's right, he's cheating the audience just like any other actor.

It's just that other actors are deliberately bold and brave in front of the audience, while Han Fei is constantly suppressing himself, trying not to make himself too outrageous in front of the audience.

"It's a bit overwhelming. If that's the case, then let it be."

Han Fei's eyes changed almost instantly, the oppression from the underworld made Xia Yilan dare to feel suffocated.

Stepping forward, Han Fei was about to go downstairs, but the security door at the end of the corridor was pushed open.

A tall security guard appeared in the safe passage holding two sharp knives.

He had the word "death" written in red all over his body, and he stood in the dark.

The security guard's cell phone vibrated, and someone seemed to have sent a message at this time, and a rush of sirens sounded outside the building.

Han Fei didn't know what was going on outside. Normally, at this time, the best way is to find a place to hide and delay the time.

But Han Fei stared at the lunatic who was covered in dead words, with five fingers piercing the corpse's heart, firmly grasping the scar drawn by the sharp knife.

Plasma slid down his shoulders, stuck to his arms, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

A group of ghosts surged behind him in the darkness. He seemed to have made the night into clothes and walked in the shadows after the lights went out.

The torrential rain hit the windows frantically, and the glass shattered to the ground.

Amidst the constant sound of sirens, the wind mixed with rain ruffled his hair.

Lightning strikes!

The momentary light outlined his outline, and everyone saw a pair of cold and dangerous eyes.

On the dark corridor, the oppressive atmosphere was torn apart, and darkness and darkness collided together!

"Bang!"

The security door collapsed on its entire face, and the murderer, who had the words "Death" written all over his body, looked very terrifying at first glance, and was knocked away very far.

Xia Yilan and Zhongxie's tall security guard's mouthed boss, their expressions were surprisingly consistent, and they never guessed that it would be such a result.

The current Han Fei is no longer Han Fei who was hunted down by butterflies. After two shrine inheritance tasks, he spent a long time in the game, and his overall strength, experience, experience, and mentality are different from before. .

"Let's go underground now and tell me where the real red room was!" Han Fei rushed into the safe passage and ran quickly.

"Just, it's underground." Xia Yilan felt like she was a little more awake, but she was more trembling when she spoke.

"Be specific!" Han Fei was anxious, and an alarm sounded outside, maybe someone would come in soon, and it would be very troublesome to do something more at that time.

"The fourth underground floor, the innermost corridor!" Xia Yilan subconsciously answered Han Fei's question.

Running all the way, Han Fei soon came to the first floor.

"Han Fei, Han Fei! Can you put me down? You don't have to take me with you!" Xia Yilan seemed to be very taboo about entering the underground of the plastic surgery hospital, but Han Fei didn't mean to let go at all. He didn't really trust him too much. Xia Yilan.

"Several other actors seem to have come to this place as well."

Looking at the messy shoe prints on the ground and a lost sneaker, Han Fei could already imagine the embarrassment of those colleagues being chased.

"It just happens that I care about their safety, and I will try my best to save people."

Red paint was spilled in every corner of the underground, and the oil paintings on the walls seemed to blink. Xia Yilan cried out in despair, and was then carried by Han Fei into the third underground floor.

Hearing screams and wailing in his ears, Han Fei could be sure that the actors were also trapped on the fourth underground floor.

Kicked away the debris in the middle of the corridor, Han Fei looked down along the gap between the handrails of the stairs, and the light of the mobile phone couldn't shine through at all.

"Don't go, really don't go! Impulsivity is dead!" Xia Yilan tried desperately to persuade, but it was useless.

"Other actors may be in danger, you asked me to leave them and run by myself?" Han Fei said these words loudly, loud enough for everyone in the live broadcast room to hear clearly.

Yes, after everyone else left him and ran for their lives alone.

When other people were in danger, Han Fei ignored his previous suspicions, regardless of the danger of his own life, and ran back to save those who had abandoned him.

Astonishing, but also touching and respectful.

Xia Yilan couldn't say anything for a while. She thought for a long time before she came up with a rebuttal, but Han Fei had already reached the fourth underground floor.

There is no camera installed on this floor, which is outside the script, but it doesn't matter, Han Fei brought his own camera.

He uses the security camera as his own eyes, although

Although the signal on the fourth underground floor is very poor, some broadcast pictures can still be seen blurred.

"Such a strong breath."

With the light of the mobile phone, the entire fourth underground floor is full of red oil paintings, and those who enter this floor will definitely be stained with the red "paint".

"How long have the three guys from the plastic surgery hospital been here?"

Blood-red windows were painted on the cracked walls, and red grass and flowers were painted on the ground. It was like a painted red paradise.

But it looks like a paradise, but the feeling it brings is indescribable, as if a living person has walked into a nightmare, or the kind of nightmare that can never be escaped.

"The plastic surgery hospital was suddenly abandoned, is there a reason for the existence of these things?"

The places that ordinary people find uncomfortable, make Han Fei feel very familiar. He is standing in the blood-colored paradise drawn by the painter, and the memory of childhood in his mind is slowly fading.

As if he had returned to the deep world, his special temperament was completely revealed.

"Family?"

A word that he had mentioned countless times, but never had, flooded into his mind.

But then he shook his head again and meditated in his heart: "Where there is no family, even if it is built like it is, it is not home."

Contradictory thoughts appeared in his mind, and Han Fei listened to the screams in the corridor and walked to the depths of the corridor.

There were more and more blood-colored oil painting windows, and the things in the windows became more and more complicated. Under the stimulation of the sticky "red paint", Han Fei's eyes became more and more dangerous.

Continuing to move forward, Han Fei saw Li Huang and the others when he was still more than ten meters away from the end of the corridor.

"Why are there only three of you left?"

"Don't come here! Han Fei!" Li Huang's face was pale, and the whole person seemed to have collapsed with fright. She shouted loudly after hearing Han Fei's voice.

"Come on! That thing is near here!" Li Huang's voice was hoarse, but no matter how she shouted, Han Fei kept walking forward.

"You will die! Help us will kill you! Hurry back!" Li Huang's expression gradually became terrified. She pointed to an oil painting on the wall next to Han Fei: "That thing is there!"

When she screamed, Han Fei had reached the end of the corridor and stopped in front of several people.

"Why do you still come here to die?" Li Huang sat on the ground, and the fear she had never experienced made her heart collapse several times: "We abandoned you and ran away, and you came back to save us? We killed you, sorry Sorry!"

"It doesn't matter." Han Fei looked at Wu Li and Alin who had already fainted, and then turned to look at the blood-colored oil painting: "Actually, you can pull me into the abyss, maybe, I like this kind of painting. How do you feel?"

Han Fei's voice came out of his ears, and Li Huang, who was frightened and collapsed, stared at Han Fei's face in a daze.

The current Han Fei is completely different from before. After sweeping away the depression and morbidity, his deeply hidden wildness and madness are revealed.