My Iyashikei Game

In the memory of the brain, no one has ever killed the dream, but this man with amnesia named Han Fei trapped the incarnation of the dream in his mind.

He admitted that when he first met Han Fei, he noticed that Han Fei was different from others, and he also had the desire to use him.

But now the situation is obviously beyond his control, like a fisherman who is always in the air force, finally seeing the fish bite the hook, he is full of joy and thinks he has caught a carp, but who knows that a giant crocodile has crawled out of the river. .

"What's going on with this song?! Why does it arouse fear in the depths of my soul?" The middle-aged man covered his daughter's ears, but it was of no use, the voice came from a distance, and then sounded directly in his mind , like a whip full of thorns lashing the soul.

"It was the first time I listened to this song. It felt like a dead person was singing, and there was resentment in his voice." Han Fei quietly closed the door without disturbing anyone.

The front and rear doors of the community were blocked by the police and players respectively. Han Fei wanted to leave with the injured "Nao" and Yan Le, as well as the two children, which was undoubtedly a fool's dream.

Since there is no way to escape, you can only change your strategy. Anyway, there are so many rooms in the community, the police and players will not be able to find Han Fei for a while.

"I don't think there is anything to be afraid of. Since everyone knows that this is a nightmare, as long as we stick to our hearts, there should be no problems."

"You underestimate Meng. He is a master at manipulating people's hearts. He will pinpoint the weaknesses of human nature. All those who are dragged into nightmares will be targeted until they commit suicide in the dream." The middle-aged man kept reminding Han Fei that he always I feel that Han Fei takes "dream" too lightly.

"But now we don't have a better way. I'm just a wanted criminal who has been wronged." Han Fei wiped the blood and tears from his cheeks.

"Injustice?" The middle-aged man didn't know whether Han Fei's dragging his family with his mouth was referring to the paper figurine in his arms, or another female wanted criminal guarding the door.

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"This nightmare is also helping me recall the past. Fear is an asset, and facing fear is a rare and precious experience."

"Leave your precious memories for yourself to experience slowly." The middle-aged man kept staring at Yan Le, and now Yan Le's situation is not optimistic. Mom can't hold back.

People die like a lamp, and their souls will slowly dissipate, but in order to revive Yan Le, her mother and Meng forcibly cut off the lives of ten people, and used the souls of those people to mend Yan Le's remnant soul. In the end, although Yan Le woke up , but her fragile soul is covered with other people's faces, and she is more like a monster than a monster.

Time passed by, and at 11:55 in the evening, Yan Le's thin body suddenly tensed, she raised her head and opened her mouth to the maximum, and let out a scream!

Eyes opened in her throat, and the faces of strange girls scrambled to escape from her mouth.

Among them, a girl with a single ponytail had the strongest resentment. When she was stepping on other souls, and her upper body was about to run out, she was grabbed by a pale arm and dragged her back abruptly.

"Wang Jiaru?" The female student on the fifth floor covered her mouth, her eyes full of disbelief: "That single ponytail girl is the class girl in our class. She suddenly changed schools last semester. Later, I heard that she committed suicide because of her disfigurement! How could it be in Yan Le's stomach!"

The female students saw different faces in Yan Le's mouth, some of which were Yan Le and her friends. Those girls had things that Yan Le envied, such as beauty, happy family, academic performance, body quality, etc.

"Everyone was killed by Yan Le? She is the murderer!" The female student fell to the ground, and she thought of the horrific experience that happened to her: "Everyone should live happily because of her jealousy. After all, how can there be such a person in the world, she is more disgusting than a ghost!"

Yan Le, who kept stuffing her soul into her mouth, seemed to have heard the female student's words. Her bloodshot eyes rolled over, and a ray of black hatred slowly ignited, and her grim face turned to the female student.

The hatred in the rag doll was caused by being abandoned, and the hatred in Yan Le was ignited by jealousy. She shook her body desperately and rushed towards the female student with her chair.

"Yan Le!"

The middle-aged man hugged Yan Le from behind: "Don't continue to make mistakes!"

Her father's voice sounded in her ears, Yan Le on the ground suddenly stopped struggling, her neck twisted a little, and her whole face looked at the middle-aged man from a strange angle.

The cracked lips opened slightly, and Yan Le's tone of speech changed completely: "You can only say this forever, are you worthy of being her father?"

Hearing Yan Le's words, the middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Yan Le with bloody eyes and opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Everything can be given up, including our daughter, in order to keep a secret, right?"

"I……"

"You have your own perseverance, and I also have my own choices. My daughter is my everything and my entire world. If there is no her in this world, I will not love this world one bit." Yan Le's esophagus Li opened their mouths open, and they repeated Yan Le's words, but the tone was definitely not Yan Le himself.

"After a person dies, it's not her who comes back." The middle-aged man looked at Yan Le's eyes, his heart was twisted like a knife, his love for his daughter was no less than his wife, but he rarely expressed: "Dreams are all over the city. Sow the seeds of resurrection, you help him, and you may bring the whole city to be buried together."

"So what?" Yan Le

She laughed hoarsely, and the bones of her whole body made a crisp sound: "So what!"

The rope that bound her tightened her flesh, her blood vessels bulged all over her body, and blood-colored patterns like butterfly wings appeared under her skin.

All the lines seem to have been drawn in advance, extruding the skin a little bit, trying to coincide with the maze tattoo on Yan Le's stomach.

"That butterfly wants to imprint the maze tattoo on its wings?" Han Fei had already seen through the dream's plan. He took out his company, carrying the spreading nightmare, and crouched beside Yan Le.

"Madam, you should also want Yan Le to be happy, right? You should also want her to live upright and like a human being?"

As the source of nightmares, the starting point of all terrifying illusions, Han Fei made Yan Le extremely uncomfortable as soon as she approached, her hair stood on end, and she turned her head aside.

"Some people are alive, but they seem to be dead. The dream just wants to use you and your daughter, but I am different. As long as you are willing to tell me the past of my brain, I will protect Yan Le and make her as happy as before. , with a smile."

After speaking, Han Fei pulled the red rope, dragged Yan Le's chin with one hand, and put the company in Yan Le's mouth.

"Me and Meng are mortal enemies. If he is resurrected, the whole city will suffer. If you really don't want to cooperate with me, then I can only kill your daughter now and put a thousand different curses on her. The soul of her, so that she will never die."

The gloomy tone, the trembling singing, and the looming illusion of a hundred ghosts. At this moment, Han Fei's face was deeply imprinted in Yan Le's mother's heart.