My Iyashikei Game

Entering several rooms in a row, everything in front of me is shocking.

All rooms are laid out exactly the same, and there is a boy locked in each wardrobe. Judging from the photos, the criteria for Butterfly to screen children is very simple.

The appearance must be good-looking and cute, in line with the aesthetic requirements of its beast parents, and secondly, it must be happy before death.

The photos in the cupboard record the boy's step-by-step changes, and he only needs a wardrobe from man to monster.

"Butterfly did this just to vent her hatred?"

The photo posted on the wardrobe symbolizes the twisted hatred of the butterfly, which also contains jealousy, but Han Fei feels that things are not that simple.

Butterfly's special ability is related to nightmares. He can enter the nightmares of living people and then affect reality step by step through nightmares.

When certain conditions are met, the consciousness of living people can also be dragged into the deep world through nightmares.

This ability itself is very terrifying, and the butterfly's ability to obtain this ability is also related to his childhood experience.

When Han Fei accepted the mission of Huihun Ye, he had received a system prompt, and one of them briefly told the butterfly's past.

In the process of being dumped by his biological parents, the hatred and resentment in his heart seemed to have reached an unimaginable level. Its consciousness fell into a nightmare and encountered something special, and its change also began at that time. .

There is one less abused child in the world, and one more nightmare with flesh and blood wings.

There was a boy imprisoned in all the wardrobes on the fourth basement of the dead building. Butterfly inflicted the pain she had experienced on the innocent, and let her hatred fill the children's brains and consciousness, and then just like what Han Fei saw just now Same.

By the time those kids reach their limit, their consciousness will shatter into new nightmares that merge into the wardrobe.

"The butterfly is constantly creating new pains and nightmares from which he seems to draw strength."

Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the side. The child who could move freely on the fourth floor was still innocent and confused. He naturally held Han Fei's hand.

The small palms are like milk, smooth and tender, and his face has no flaws. This child is in stark contrast to the children in the wardrobe who have turned into monsters.

Han Fei actually had the intention to kill this child. He clearly remembered that when he entered the first bedroom, it was because of this child that the boy in the closet turned into a nightmare in advance.

Such a lovely pair of hands, but I don't know how many murders they have committed in a corner of no one.

"The rooms on the fourth floor are almost finished. Your house doesn't seem to be on this floor."

Han Fei came to the corner of the corridor, and the stairs leading to the next floor were blocked by black partitions.

Those baffles had some weird lines on them. They didn't look like metal or wood. They looked like the shell of something.

A faint will of death was mixed in the gray fog, wafting out from the gap of the baffle, and the source of the will of death was still deeper underground.

The corridor could not be walked, so Han Fei could only take the boy back to take the elevator.

The boy himself was somewhat resistant to elevators. He seemed to hate confined spaces, and he seemed to have some psychological shadow.

Han Fei held the other party's hand, forcibly taking the boy to the elevator.

Compared with when it left, fine red patterns appeared on the elevator wall, and with the sound of the axles turning, the old-fashioned elevator began to descend.

Five floors underground, six floors underground...

Han Fei and the others seemed to be sunk into the deep sea by the elevator. The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, and the elevator car began to slowly twist, as if it was deformed by being squeezed by something.

No one knew how many floors were underground in the dead building. Han Fei looked at the numbers on the display, but he was thinking of something else.

If there is a boy hidden in the cabinets in every room on every floor, how many children's consciousness has the butterfly deceived into the dead building in the past ten years?

That alone makes the butterfly unforgivable.

The elevator's descending speed gradually slowed down, and when the number on the display changed to minus seven, the elevator car had become obviously irregular, and blood was seeping out of the gap, as if the red paint that was not yet dry was flowing and solidifying.

"Bang!"

The car vibrated, and when Han Fei felt that he was about to breathe, the elevator finally stopped.

The elevator doors opened to both sides, and a deadly black mist poured into the elevator directly.

The male student was protecting Yinghuo and Laisheng, all three of them were affected by the black mist, a trace of death appeared in their pupils, and the death curse on their bodies also showed signs of being triggered.

"I feel like my head is going to explode and we can't go down any further."

With his teeth clenched, the male student supported Yinghuo and protected Lai Sheng with his body. He had never taken care of others like this before.

"I don't know how to make this elevator go up. If you can't go down any further, just wait for me on this floor." Han Fei's words made the male student not know how to answer, how could a living person be so vile supported in the environment?

Han Fei took the little boy's hand and walked out of the elevator. At least on the surface, the two of them didn't change much. It seemed that the black fog could not have any effect on them.

The little boy is really as if he was born in the dark fog, he has already gotten used to everything. Han Fei was helping Han Fei resist the black mist because of the bloody words that appeared on his back.

Han Fei didn't know how long he could hold on, he just wanted to get as close to the truth as possible.

The seventh underground floor is much larger than the fourth floor, and there are obvious patterns on the walls. What constitutes the underground building of the dead building is not masonry, but something similar to a cocoon.

Han Fei stared at the pattern, and he always felt a little familiar: "The pattern on the wall is a bit similar to the pattern on the human chrysalis. Could it be that the entire dead building is a chrysalis? But why does a chrysalis emit such a terrifying death? meaning?"

You must know that the death intent buried under the dead building can trap the unspeakable singing, and the thing that exudes the death intent must also be an unspeakable existence!

"Dead Tower is just an E-level map. It's outrageous enough to have hatred. There shouldn't be anything unspeakable." The system has a certain basis for the classification of tasks.

With his fingers stroking the lines on the wall, Han Fei pushed open a door next to him.

The interior layout is still the same as the fourth floor underground, and all the rooms in the entire basement are built according to the memory of the same person.

Going directly into the bedroom, Han Fei looked at the huge wardrobe. Before he could get close, there were soft cries and calls for help.

Raising his eyebrows lightly, Han Fei has seen many wardrobes, but most of the boys in them have lost their senses, let alone communicate, they can't even express their pain.

He opened the wardrobe, and a thick black mist wafted out of the cabinet with all kinds of dirty clothes. When the fog and odor dissipated, a scarred hand was raised in the cabinet.

"Kill me, please kill me."

The voice in the wardrobe was begging for death, and he seemed to have given up struggling.

"Don't worry, can you hear my voice?" Han Fei saw the child in the closet. His eyes seemed to stick together because he hadn't opened for too long. His face was severely deformed, and he could only barely see it. The appearance of a person.

"Voice? A voice I haven't heard before?" The miserable-looking child had maturity that didn't match his age. He waved his hands, just about to say something.

The little boy who followed Han Fei ran over: "This little brother can actually speak?"

Innocent tone, doubts in the heart, but after the boy's voice was heard by the child in the cabinet, the other party collapsed instantly.

He seemed to already know his fate, and shouted out of the closet: "Go to the bottom floor! Please, you must destroy the heart there! The dead heart! Destroy it, and everyone can be rescued... …”

Black blood poured out of the child's mouth. His fairly healthy ears and mouth were blocked by blood, and he couldn't say anything.

"Heart……"

The already scarred arm drooped down weakly, and the child in the wardrobe was absorbed by the wardrobe in the blink of an eye, and there were only photos of him left in the closet.

"The further down the floor, the stronger the consciousness of the child trapped in the closet?"

Han Fei silently put away the photos in the closet, no one could guess what he was thinking by his expressions.

When others see him now, they may think that he is mourning the death of the child in the closet, but in fact he is simulating in his mind how to kill the children around him.

His brain was running fast. In a very short period of time, Han Fei had conceived more than a dozen solutions, but whenever he wanted to do it, the arm where Da Xie was hiding would feel a tingling pain, as if telling him to do it now. , it must be him who died.

"What's the matter with this little boy? Is it the butterfly's childhood? Forget it, it doesn't seem like it's going to kill me right now."

Han Fei walked all over the seven underground floors, and the children imprisoned here verified his previous guesses. The children on the seventh floor are generally stronger than the children on the fourth floor. This kind of power is at the spiritual and spiritual level, and it is generated after their consciousness dissipates. That mass of black memory that seemed to materialize a nightmare was also more terrifying than ordinary children.

"Looking at it this way, the deeper the ground, there may be more children who can communicate with each other."

Han Fei's heart rekindled a glimmer of hope. He let the male student take Yinghuo and Lai Sheng to stay on the seventh underground floor, and he and the boy continued down.

Unable to quit the game, Han Fei has been driven to a dead end, and Han Fei, who has nothing to lose, is not afraid of anything.

"Before I got "Perfect Life", it's not that I didn't think about death, but now I'm hovering on the edge of life and death every day, but I'm a little nostalgic for the world."

Holding the little boy's hand, Han Fei looked at the slowly closing elevator door, and he might really die if he went down, but he still chose to do it.

"Now is the best opportunity. The manager has not returned to his soul. What I need to face is just this child."

Butterfly and Han Fei's strengths are completely unequal, but Han Fei is very good at borrowing strength.

In reality, Butterfly was tracked and rounded up by the police in all directions, and its main consciousness was dragged by Huang Ying. It stands to reason that even so, Butterfly has no worries. Unexpectedly, Han Fei actually brought it an indescribable singing voice.

The numbers on the elevator display were constantly changing, and the elevator car also made an overwhelmed sound. When the number became minus nine, the black mist seemed to have turned into a sea.

On this floor, there is no trace of the existence of the Soul Chaser. There is only a death intent around, a death intent that is so strong that it cannot be resolved.

The elevator car seemed to be squeezed by external force, and the edges had been deformed, and Han Fei in the elevator was not feeling well.

The blood letters left by Jin Sheng on his body are shattering one by one, and the predicted future seems to be forcibly rewritten by death.

There was already a sinking feeling in Han Fei's body. Death soaked his internal organs and poured into his brain.

into his eyes.

At any time, there is a trace of light in the eyes that are slowly turning blood red, and death seems to be transforming Han Fei's body.

The bloody words left by Jin Sheng seemed to be unable to stop the death in the end, but the words turned into a shallow chain at the last moment of breaking and got into Han Fei's body, seeming to lock his heart.

When he invaded, Han Fei began to have lesions in three places. He is now like a child locked in a closet.

The three lesions represent three different death spells, and Han Fei himself doesn't know when he was recruited.

The brain tried to recall, but the pain had come from those three places.

The blood vessels in the heart of his chest bulged out, and a shallow dead word quietly emerged, but the dead word was blocked by Jin Sheng's chains and could not penetrate into his heart.

Then there is the arm where the big evil is hiding, his palm print is twisted into a dead word, the bones are twisted a little bit, and it stops from the fingertips to the place where the big evil is hiding.

The first two death curses were temporarily blocked by Jin Sheng's curse and Da Nie, but the last death curse had nothing to interfere.

There was severe pain in the back of Han Fei's head, as if a nail wanted to pierce it. He couldn't see what happened to the back of his head, but only vaguely felt that his memory was disturbed.

"Before you entered the dead building, I have already cursed you. The content of the death curse is that you will die if you enter the dead building!"

An unfamiliar voice came from his mind, everything Han Fei had experienced in the past was stained with death, and there was no light.

After coming into contact with "Perfect Life", my mind that became colorful, turned back to the black of despair.

Han Fei's consciousness fell into the deep sea along with the elevator!

The elevator car was oppressed by death, constantly deformed and sunken inward, and Han Fei's own consciousness was also submerged in his black mind.

Unable to breathe, unable to move his fingers, Han Fei felt like he was going to be completely crushed.

Red blood began to float out of the black mind. It was only a drop or two at first, but it gradually turned into a large red.

"Is something that I can't see clearly about to appear?" The strange voice seemed to be hidden in the curse of death: "Remove the shackles of good and evil, break free from the shackles of childhood memories, let me see what is hidden in your mind with something!"

There was a hint of urgency in the unfamiliar voice, and the three death curses erupted at the same time, trying to completely destroy Han Fei's consciousness and body.

Ninety percent of the memories in Han Fei's mind had turned black, but the remaining ten percent could not be changed. The deepest memory in Han Fei's mind was completely red, and every scene in it was dripping with blood.

Under the oppression of the Death Curse, a laughter came from Scarlet's memory.

At first the sound was small, but gradually the laughter started to grow louder, out of control, and crazy.

All the blood-red memories stitched together, and those blood-splattered fragments formed a dilapidated orphanage in which a laughing lunatic was trapped!

No one knew what he had experienced, only that he kept laughing and laughing wildly.

"Is this the real you? Let me help you take off the mask of hypocrisy, let me see if you and I are the same person? Let me see if you are qualified to be the body of my soul!"

The numbers on the elevator display were changing rapidly, the space in the elevator car was getting smaller and smaller, and the stronger death intent began to urge the death curse.

The black surface mind pressed down, and the laughing madman seemed to be expecting something, but no matter how the death curse was branded into the body, the orphanage where the madman was located could not be broken.

The crimson has surpassed the black of death.

The death curse collided repeatedly, but it was unable to capture the most crucial piece of memory in Han Fei's mind.

The voice hidden in the death curse gradually became irritable, and the two sides stalemate in their minds, until the black memory turned up in the waves, and a little light in Han Fei's gloomy life lit up.

It was the first time I had a conversation with Wei Youfu, and I saw Xiaoba's flowers in the nurturing world. He assisted Meng Changxi to capture Meng Changan, and handed Mingmei's soul into the happy community to Yingyue. She jumped desperately in the flesh and blood factory in the animal lane, and met with Meng Changxi. Countless companions picked up the knife together...

The light spots of memory gradually increased, shining in the black mind.

Han Fei's chaotic brain finally regained a sense of sanity. His arms waved in the air, and his five fingers used all their strength to grasp something!

"Rebirth!"

The dazzling light of the knife was like a burning flame, instantly illuminating the ocean of death, and without any hesitation, he slashed the blade of humanity to the most painful part of the back of his head.

The brilliance scattered, and it seemed that something had been cut open, but there was no pain.

There were more and more memory spots in Han Fei's mind, and the black mind stained by the death curse was slowly occupied by blood.

The strange voice in the death curse disappeared. It did not completely occupy Han Fei's mind, but it released the blood-red memory in Han Fei's mind.

The wild laughter came from the depths of his mind, but it sounded in Han Fei's ears, as if he was still laughing wildly behind him.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei's eyes were bleeding, and he glanced around.

The elevator was completely out of shape, and the little boy collapsed to the ground, with corpse spots growing on his originally handsome and lovely face.

At this point, the elevator had stopped, there were no numbers on the display, and Han Fei didn't know which floor he had reached.

He looked outside along the open elevator door, the ground covered with red flowers

Scattered fragments of a giant cocoon.

Those fragments were engraved with human faces, carrying the deepest malice, and the black mist that enveloped the entire dead building community was emanating from these giant cocoon fragments.