My Iyashikei Game

There seemed to be no one in the empty room, and it seemed to be crowded with people.

Han Fei stood at the door, and when he heard the sound of the soul bell above his head, ripples appeared in his mind.

"Soul bell?"

After saying these three words unconsciously, Han Fei silently stayed under the bell for a while.

When he entered any room before, in addition to feeling familiar, he also felt naked killing intent. That kind of fear could not be hidden. He had died in this building more than once.

But all fear of death disappeared very strangely after entering this room, as if this room was the only safe place in the whole ghost creature.

"The most reassuring place? Is this room my home?"

. Moving his footsteps, Han Fei entered the house, his eyes swept across the old furniture, skipping the paper figures, the memory in his mind that was covered by the shady seemed to be stimulated.

He grabbed a paper figure, it was a cute little girl, she was wearing a small skirt stained with animal fluff, her eyes were closed, and she was holding an empty fish tank.

"This girl..."

He clearly touched the paper figurine, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably, as if he was holding the body of his own daughter.

"I remember there should be something in the tank."

. All the paper figurines in this room have their respective names written on them. Han Fei flipped through the paper figurines and found a few words on the girl's back - angry for the first time.

"Angry? Why doesn't the girl have a name? What does the first anger mean?"

Han Fei picked up the paper figurine next to the girl again. It was a curled up little boy. He was thin and pitiful, sitting on a spiritual altar transformed from a cardboard box.

"Why is he crying?"

Feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, Han Fei looked at the boy's paper figurine's chest, where it was written - the first pity.

"When I saw this child, I did feel a little distressed, and I didn't want him to cry."

Han Fei didn't want to let go of the two children in his hands. Although they were just paper figurines, Han Fei couldn't just keep throwing them in the house. He had an urge in his heart to take the paper figurines out of this gloomy and cold place. Room.

"And the old lady's paper figurines. That paper-tie maker is really good. She showed the old lady's kindness so vividly that I feel homesick." Xiao Jia followed behind Han Fei and pointed to the man standing in the room. An old paper figure lady, the paper figure was dressed plainly and held a paper pot in her hand, as if she had just come out of the kitchen, ready to welcome the children who came home for the New Year.

Looking at the old lady carefully, Han Fei's pupils slowly narrowed, as if he had been hit by something, and his heart full of fear felt a long-lost warmth.

Walking behind the paper man old lady, Han Fei found the words "feeling warm for the first time" written behind the old man.

"warmth?"

Han Fei slowly discovered the strangeness of this room. The words on the paper figurine happened to correspond to the emotions that Han Fei felt in his heart when he saw the paper figurine. The subtle fluctuations gathered together, and Han Fei's calm mind finally set off waves.

"They seem to be my family? My family has been made into paper figurines?"

Han Fei's voice was a little hoarse as the hand holding the blood-colored paper man's eyeballs exerted force unconsciously.

"No way? How could your family look like this?" Xiao Jia pointed to the corner, where leaning against an old paper man in a security uniform, he hunched his back and always had a smile on his face. His back was full of heads and mutilated limbs.

Next to the security paper figurine, there is a more terrifying paper figurine. The spine of the paper figurine is made up of human heads. The heads of their ancestors seem to be connected together, forming an incomparably huge deformed monster.

"Will I burn such a terrifying paper figurine for my ancestors when I worship my ancestors, will my ancestors kill me?" Xiao Jia was frightened in his vain steps.

Han Fei's behavior was the exact opposite of Xiao Jia's. He walked to the terrifying paper figures step by step and read the text on them.

What is written on the security man's paper figurine is -- for the first time to respect, and what is written on the paper figurine with the back of the head is -- the first time to understand the difference.

"If these paper figures were your family, then I would envy you. There are so many firsts written on the paper figures, and they seem to be recording every bit of your growth, watching you and accompanying you. You, teach you all kinds of things." Xiaoyou hung her mother's mobile phone around her neck: "Compared to you, my life seems bleak, and I can't find so many people..."

"I just feel that they are my family. In fact, my life trajectory should have no contact with them at all." Han Fei pressed his head hard: "I really can't remember."

"Don't worry, haven't you found the most crucial red paper figurine? Let's take it slow, maybe you can recall something through these paper figurines." Xiao You was very gentle to Han Fei, when life and death were on the line, it was Han Fei saved her and her mother, and this kindness was kept in her heart by her.

"That's not right!" Xiao Jia seemed to realize something: "Paper figurines are made by a paper maker. Since he can make so many paper figurines that you are familiar with, it means that he must know you very well! We just need to find the tie paper. Craftsman, I can help you retrieve your lost memories!"

. "That's right, but the premise of everything is that these paper figurines are really my family, not some kind of hallucination and ghost tricks." Han Fei walked through the paper figurines, his heart was a little messed up, so He had to force himself to be rational and consider all kinds of situations.

The person who has lost his memory is the most insecure, he needs

Find your true self, not who you are in the eyes of others.

Before he knew it, Han Fei had already walked to the door of the bedroom. He flipped paper figures one after another, immersed in a world of his own.

"Let's help him find it too." Xiao Jia said softly, "After we find the red paper figure, let's get away quickly. This place is too underworld."

Carrying Han Fei's bag on his back, he flipped through the paper figurines by the wall, and when he flipped through them, he suddenly found a "paper figurine" wearing cloth clothes.

Looking up, an old man with a face as pale as paper was standing among the paper figures and looking at him.

After a short silence for a second, Xiao Jia shouted back: "Someone! Someone is here!"

Sitting on the ground, Xiao Jia moved his body back, he was really frightened.

Hearing the shouting, Han Fei also ran over quickly, the three of them gathered together and looked at the pile of paper figurines.

"Keep your voice down, at night, don't attract ghosts." The old man's skin was as pale as paper, and he had been standing there just now, silently watching Han Fei and the others.

"Paper Maker?" Han Fei stared at the old man's face. The waves in his mind kept surging, and the blood flow all over his body accelerated. He was sure that the old man in front of him had not only seen him, but he also played a very important role in his life. people.

Moving his eyes slowly, Han Fei found that the old man's clothes also had a few words written on it - first meeting.

"The soul bell keeps ringing, how did you three big living people come in?" The old man still held an unfinished paper figurine in his hand. He slowly walked out of the corner and stopped in front of Han Fei.

"Old gentleman, we accidentally ran in, can you tell us how we can leave?" Xiao Jia was frightened to death, but he still asked, but the old man ignored him at all and kept his eyes on Han Fei's. face.

"I came in to save people." After Han Fei answered, he asked tentatively, "Are we really meeting for the first time?"

"Don't think too much. My white goods store is called the first time. It makes countless first times of people from life to death, and then burns them so that they will no longer be remembered." The old man seems to know Han Fei, but he didn't admit it, just looking at Han Fei with extremely complicated eyes.

"No, although I've forgotten everything that happened in the past, I'm sure it's not the first time you and I have met!" Han Fei raised his scarred arm and grabbed the old man's hand: "You know Is the truth right? The reason for my amnesia? The past I forgot? Do you know everything I've been through?"

Han Fei deformed the old man's fingers, but the old man didn't feel the slightest pain. He was like a paper man without any emotion, just looking at Han Fei quietly.

"It's really the first time I met you. You may have met someone who is very similar to me before, but that person is not me." The old man shook his head: "I'm just a paper maker who can't even get out of this room. You really got the wrong person."

"You said in a very positive tone just now that that person was not you. Do you know that there is someone like you in this city? Can you tell me where he is?" Han Fei let go of his hand.

The old man was very surprised at the question that Han Fei asked. He looked at his deformed fingers and smiled softly: "My name is Fu Sheng, and there are many people in this city with this name, although it is the same name, But everyone's personality is different."

"Fu Sheng?" Han Fei repeated the name repeatedly: "There is Dr. Fu in the hospital, there is a Dean Fu downstairs, and f in the game participants... I used to feel scared when I went to many things, and my heart was full of fear of death. Those people with the surname Fu seem to have killed me, only when I entered your hut, I was in a calm mood, you seem to be different from them."

"What's the difference? People are all the same. No matter how bad a person is, there will be a little bit of beauty in their heart; no matter how kind people are, there will be some flaws in their character." The old man lowered his head and started to make the paper figurines in his hands. Han Fei found that the paper figurine was different from the other paper figurines, it was blood red.

"You said just now that you can't get out of this room?" Han Fei sat next to the old man, staying close to him: "Are you being watched? Or is there someone or a ghost standing outside trying to kill you?"

"My choice is not the same as theirs, so I will insist on staying in this place." The old man smiled and pointed to the writing on his body: "I want to run this store for the first time."

"the first time……"

"It was fate that we met for the first time. Later, I can give you a discount and let you choose a paper figurine from me." The old man turned on the radio next to him. He drew clothes for the paper figurine while listening to the program. A comedian's solo show.

Others were embarrassed to hear it, but the old man listened with gusto, and the paper figurines in the room seemed to be listening quietly.

Silently standing beside him, Han Fei only asked about things related to him, and the old man would prevaricate it. He had no choice but to change the subject.

"Master, we were dragged in by ghosts. Do you know how to get out of this place?" Han Fei glanced at the time that was frozen: "What is the relationship between this place and the real world?"

"There is no specific name for this place, I call it the deep world." The old man prepared the paint for the paper figurines, and then chatted with Han Fei casually.

"After a person dies, his emotions and memories will also dissipate, but the most intense and inseparable part has a certain probability of turning into obsession."

"The continuous accumulation and deposition of obsessions have formed a world invisible to ordinary people, that is, the deep world where ghosts reside."

"There's all the negativity piling up here, being resented

The black mist shrouded, and all kinds of desperate things slowly grew. "

"No one knows when the deep world came into being, but a lot of people have been there unintentionally."

"Some of them were lucky enough to survive, leaving behind all kinds of weird stories, and others just disappeared and became the missing."

The white-haired old man propped up the paper figurine with a bamboo stick, and the paper figurine in his hand was slowly becoming complete.

"Can ordinary people enter the deep world at will?" Han Fei felt that this question was very important to him.

"There are many kinds of situations. Most of the time, they are dragged in by ghosts like you." The old man lowered his head and was busy with his work: "The deep world is the world of 'ghosts', when some kind of 'ghost' When emotions and obsessions are at their peak, the two worlds will partially overlap at a certain moment. Anyone who appears nearby at that moment will hit a ghost."

"After coming in, what should I do to get out?"

"Ordinary ghosts can only affect for a moment, and you can recover immediately, but there are some differences. There are too many ghosts living there, and they affect the entire building or the entire area. If you want to leave, I am afraid you only have to Just get out of their sphere of influence." The old man took out his pen and colored the paper figures: "This community is a ghost, and for you, the best thing to do now is to leave the community. I advise you to stay It is better to leave as soon as possible, and if it is later, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape."

"Why? Will I become a ghost after staying in the deep world for a long time?"

"That's not it." The old man shook his head and painted the paper man's mouth blood red: "Someone wants to completely separate the deep world from reality, completely block the two, cut off the passage between the two worlds, and put all the Despair is deposited into the deep world, leaving only the good in the world. They have already begun to act, and the distance between the two worlds is getting farther and farther, and you will soon witness it all."

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