My Iyashikei Game

Li Huang has been in the entertainment industry, she has seen all kinds of people, and she has seen all kinds of disgusting things. She hid all her vulnerabilities in the depths of her heart, and then armed herself with thick armor. .

She thought she would become tougher and tougher, but she didn't expect that in this dark abandoned hospital, there was a lazy, sexy, evil soul who could shatter all her protection so easily. .

Looking at Han Fei's profile, Li Huang had rumors related to Han Fei in his mind.

After the real meeting, she found out that the rumors were not exaggerated, but were too euphemistic.

There are no cameras installed on the third and fourth underground floors, and this is the venue outside the script. If the audience wanted to see what was going on, they could only rely on the tiny camera that Han Fei fixed on his body. But just when there was a problem with the oil painting, Han Fei reached out and took off the final camera.

The answer to how scary an actor can be without the watchful eye of the audience is known only to a few "lucky ones".

The red paint slid down the ceiling, and those oil paintings came alive under the nourishment of blood. The children with some deformities in the paintings stuck their heads out and looked at the plastic surgery hospital shrouded in darkness.

This hellish scene made Li Huang scream, and she was almost suffocated. In her opinion, no one could face such fear.

But whenever she was about to collapse, her eyes would always turn to Han Fei. Even in this case, Han Fei still stood in the dark.

"Isn't he afraid of this emotion?"

Holding the corpse props in his hand, Han Fei stopped in the center of the corridor, and every time the shrine mission would tear up his consciousness and reorganize it, sharpening his will like a blade.

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In reality, hatred is very limited. Even a butterfly can only constantly defeat and control a person through psychological cues. A determined person like Han Fei is what the butterfly fears the most.

Because they are never easily shaken, and that heart is always true to themselves.

At this time, although Han Fei was covered in blood-colored paint and immersed in hallucinations, his consciousness was still very clear.

The young man who was chased and killed by perverted outsiders can now use all kinds of power to kill the badly wounded hatred.

The knife wielded with laughter not only extinguished the black fire of ten fingers, but also shattered the fear of hatred in Han Fei's heart.

"Butterfly kills never do it yourself, what about you?"

Han Fei stared straight at the other side of the corridor. In the thick darkness, a tall and thin man walked out.

He was taciturn, dressed in painter's clothes, and carried a small bucket full of "red paint" in his right hand.

This is not the first time that Han Fei and the painter have met. In fact, the hatred of the plastic surgery hospital has been looking for people related to butterflies. They want to find out what happened to the dead building.

As the most mysterious hatred in the plastic surgery hospital, the painter knows a lot of things, and he is also very aware of the speciality of the dead building, because that area used to be where someone grew up.

"You've missed your only chance." Han Fei said rudely. Before Xu Qin became hatred, the three haters in the plastic surgery hospital could easily crush the building, but now the situation has been reversed.

The faceless woman is about to lose her soul, and the goodwill of Xiaobaixie is controlled by Han Fei. The dead building area is not included in the mirror god, but also has two hatreds. The plastic surgery hospital is no longer capable of destroying the dead building.

On the corridor full of oil paintings, Han Fei and the painter stood on both sides of the corridor, and no one was in a hurry.

Han Fei watched the painter's every move, and the painter was also looking at Han Fei silently, as if he wanted to make sure of something.

After a long time, the painter raised his left hand and tore off the sleeve on his right arm.

There was a gouged wound on the pale arm, which seemed to be a number "4".

This wound has never healed, and the black blood oozing from the wound will continue to drip into the small bucket he is holding in his right hand.

"The red paint used by the painter is actually his own blood?"

Han Fei remembered the curse words he had read before. He stared at the number 4 wound on the painter's right arm: "What's the relationship between you and No. 4 orphan? If you are friends, then we probably shouldn't fight each other, because he The person I dream of most and want to be the most is me.”

Han Fei made a plan before quitting the game. He was going to find an opportunity to negotiate with the plastic surgery hospital's hatred at the neutral station department store, so he should try his best to avoid fights that can be avoided.

Hearing Han Fei's words, the painter's expression still did not change. He seemed to have lost all human emotions and integrated everything about himself into the painting.

The black blood dripping from the wound of number 4 fell into the small bucket, and the sticky red "pigment" in the bucket gave off a special putrid smell. If emotions can fester, the smell must be that all kinds of emotions rot after death. the taste of.

The children in the oil paintings are afraid to approach the painters, as if their usually kind and amiable father suddenly got drunk one day and went mad, wielding a kitchen knife at random.

The faceless child hid around, and the painter put his left hand into the bucket

, after stirring, he used his left hand to draw a window on the ground.

On the other side of the window is a dark city with many tall buildings, and in each building, there are extremely terrifying things hidden.

Han Fei saw this painting once when he was saving the ugly scar. The oil painting seems to be connected to another world. Once you fall into it, you can't come back.

The silent painter finished the oil painting, and then he held down the window he had drawn with one hand and pushed it hard.

The unimaginable happened, the painted window was pushed open!

The cold wind blew out of the painted window, the temperature plummeted, and various screams and roars of monsters seemed to ring in my ears, and a nightmare was hidden behind the window.

After the painter finished this, those eyes that were already numb to everything looked at Han Fei, and he raised his left hand covered with "red paint".

On the fourth basement of the plastic surgery hospital, all the oil paintings painted on the walls were opened, and the faceless children playing outside the windows rolled over the windowsill and ran out.

They lose their ego and chase false pleasures like a bunch of walking dead trapped in paradise.

There are so many oil paintings in the basement of the plastic surgery hospital, it is estimated that the painters themselves did not know how many paintings there are.

In the past, he couldn't do anything about the situation of those children. He could only draw thirty-one windows for them. Now he can't change anything. After returning to this abandoned place, he can only paint the scenery outside the window over and over again. But no matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window is, the children who look at that scenery will never come back.

"Han Fei!" Li Huang reminded loudly from behind, her throat was about to burst.

Countless faceless children came to Han Fei's side. They tore at Han Fei's body and wanted to drag Han Fei to the window drawn by the painter.

Looking at the faces of the children, when Han Fei was in contact with them, hysterical laughter came from the depths of his brain.

This laughter is very morbid and contains madness, but if you listen carefully, you can also feel an indescribable sadness.

A child with a healing personality turned into a madman who could only laugh wildly, and when he grew up, he became an adult who lost his smile.

"Is this the most successful personality? Or the most failed personality?"

Under the double influence of the laughter and the children, Han Fei approached the black window step by step.

The children who have lost themselves hope that Han Fei will become the same person as them, the laughter is slowly getting louder, and Han Fei is getting closer and closer to the window.

Three meters, two meters...

Han Fei's footsteps finally stopped just a few centimeters away from the window. He and the painter stood at both ends of the window, as if they were people from two different worlds.

"If you met me a night earlier, I'm afraid my will can't stop these things, they will be pushed into the window and locked in the dark."

The shrine succession task is the most cruel exercise and test of the will. Han Fei realized that his body was torn apart in Fu Sheng's shrine. He succeeded in returning to the soul from the edge of the shrine, and was finally reunited by the hatred and love of ten haters. Together.

After breaking and standing, his tenacious will has exceeded the imagination of most people.

"No matter what happened in the past, at least I am still alive. Since I am alive, then I will change. On the road to death, I will move my destiny. I will change the future of others just like in the memory world of the shrine. Everything in the future."

With scarlet eyes, Han Fei's face can clearly see blue veins, and he is fighting the final confrontation with the painter.

The painter doesn't seem to be able to kill people directly in reality, but his strange ability can directly affect those who can see them. At this time, Han Fei is under enormous pressure, but it's just pressure.

Having a black box and having experienced so many things in the deep world, Han Fei can be said to be the person who does not know how to surrender.

No one could drive him crazy just by hallucinations, and he had already felt the most thorough and maddening madness in his laughter.

The confrontation through a window lasted for a long time, until the building began to shake, and the alarm outside the building became clearer and louder.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and slowly, the voice of a child talking to himself came from the opened window on the ground.

After hearing the sound, the painter's numb eyes changed slightly, and he reached out and closed the window on the ground.

The black oil painting dried up with the blood and slowly dissipated.

The painter walked past the window. He didn't stop by Han Fei's side, but went straight to the depths of the corridor.

As if he couldn't see Han Fei and Li Huang, he directly pushed open the door of the room in the deepest part of the corridor.

The scene in front of you is shocking. The room is amazingly large. The whole is dark red, and all the bricks are engraved with a child's smiling face.

Their innocent and young smiles formed a sharp contrast with the blood-red room. The originally cute faces now only make people feel creepy.

"Is this the real red room? Is the child that Xia Yilan brought to complete the final transaction here?"

All medical equipment in the house was emptied, and only a red chair remained in the empty room.

The chair was placed in the center of the room, facing a black oil painting on the wall.

The oil painting is a window, giving the impression that someone once sat in a chair and stared at the oil painting window on the wall.

After the painter waited for Han Fei to enter the house, he closed the door.

He came to the edge of the wall with a bucket full of his own blood and stared at the window blankly.

Unlike other oil painting windows, this oil painting seems to have been completed many years ago, and the skin has been slightly cracked.

After watching it quietly for a while, the painter suddenly picked up the bucket with both hands and spilled a whole bucket of "red paint" on the black window!

The black window was stained red, and the blood beads fell down the window, as if it was raining in the house, full of blood-colored mist.

When Han Fei was wondering why the painter did this, he suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the window.

Looking at the oil painting on the black window with surprise, Han Fei found that with the drop of blood dripping, the figure of a child appeared in the oil painting window, and he was wearing a hospital gown with the number "4" written on him.

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

Han Fei suddenly remembered the curse words left by Orphan No. 4: "The child in this oil painting window is the No. 4 child?"

The sound of knocking on the window became louder and louder, Han Fei stepped forward quickly, and he heard what Number Four said behind the window.

"They have been looking for children like this, born in tragedy, growing up in despair, and losing everything under the fool of fate. I am such a child, and they are such a child."

"The doctors here have never tried to cure us. The perfect personality is just a hoax. The hospital is not a place to save people, and that paradise for children is not a place to bring happiness."

"Actually, I really envy that person. It's strange that I, who has a self-destructive personality, would envy him with a healing personality?"

"But there are even stranger things. I, who wanted to destroy everything, only killed myself in the end; but he, who has a healing personality, killed all the children in the same batch except himself."

"I heard that after that bloody night, he was the only one left in the paradise. Since then, the paradise has become a place specially used to deal with the failed hospital products."