My Iyashikei Game

"A night policeman wearing a mask?" Ji Zheng seemed to recognize the other party, he slowly put down his hand holding the camera, his face became extremely bad: "There is only one night policeman wearing a mask in the building." The black fire of hatred is like opening The butterfly wings of the mask shake off countless dream dust around the mask.

The half-squatted night policeman stood up slowly, his eyes moved to behind Han Fei, the mask seemed to have a life and showed a gloomy smile: "The night policeman handles the case, and those who come close will die."

The splendid dream dust fell on the twenty-ninth floor, the black fire burned on the walls of flesh and blood, and the eyes of the masked night policeman were like a cycle of life and death, which could drag the person who looked at him into a nightmare. "It's a bit difficult." Han Fei vaguely saw the figure of the butterfly on the masked night policeman, which was the most terrifying opponent he had ever encountered before.

"If you're afraid, you can hide behind me." Flesh and blood arms stretched out from the wall beside Han Fei, and countless ghost children shrieked tore the ground, and the dean, who was made of flesh and blood stumps, dragged countless The rope of fate emerges quietly.

The Soul of Evil walked in front of Han Fei, and the evil in his eyes was undisguised: "I hate those guys who are full of justice and morality, they always use the standards of saints to demand others and treat themselves with the standards of rogues.

The dream dust was scattered, and the black fire of the mask Yezheng quickly burned on the "President", layers of flesh and blood were scorched, but the evil spirit didn't care, he arrogantly pointed at the mask Yezheng: "Burn, my The flesh and blood are connected to the building, and if you have the ability, you can cremate this ghost building."

The fate of all the dead was reconnected with their corpses, the dense ropes of fate pierced the building, and the evil spirit gathered all the power of flesh and blood and grabbed the masked night policeman

"You can't escape." The soul of evil walked up the stairs of flesh and blood: "No. 2's brain can calculate everyone's fate, he can't break the shackles of fate, but he can use everyone's fate to make Figure out the best choice for yourself.

The black fire of hatred burned the corpse, but it could not destroy the thread of fate hidden in the corpse.

One after another thread stained with death was interspersed into the body of the masked night policeman, and his fate was being changed little by little by everyone.

"It's a pity that No. 2 doesn't know how to use such a powerful and inexplicable ability. He obviously could use everyone to escape alone, but he chose to connect all the bad fates to himself, and use his own destiny to change the path of others.

The Soul of Evil has already figured out the secrets hidden in the dean's body, and knows how to maximize the ability to use the taboos. Compared with the many job-named children who are worried, this ability is obviously more terrifying in the hands of the unscrupulous Soul of Evil. .

The body was forcibly bound by the fate of others. After the masked night police found that the black fire could not burn the rope of fate, he immediately changed his strategy. He jumped to the floor where Han Fei was, and his uniform was turned to ashes in the black fire, revealing the butterfly pattern painted all over his body. Since there is no way to get rid of the rope of fate, you can only kill those who use the rope of fate.

He stretched out his hand and took a shot at Ji Zhengbi. At the moment when his fingers were bent, Ji Zheng fell to the ground, and cracks appeared on the camera lens.

"What is this ability? The power of dreams? What is his relationship with Butterfly?" Han Fei's brain was running fast, and he felt the threat of death; But even if he was blocked by the great evil, Han Fei's inner sense of crisis still did not dissipate, as if someone had aimed a gun at his soul, and no matter where he hid, he could not avoid the bullet.

The fingers were bent, and the butterfly pattern on the mask night police became extremely gorgeous. An invisible and intangible bullet appeared in Han Fei's mind out of thin air.

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Fall down and swallow his consciousness, soul and all memory together!

There was severe pain in the back of his head, and Han Fei felt his body sinking crazily. Just when he was about to be completely swallowed by the nightmare, a bloody arm grabbed him. Han Fei raised his head, he didn't see anything, only heard harsh laughter. "Rebirth"

The ferocious ghost lines spread all over the body in an instant. Han Fei and Butterfly seemed to be natural opponents. He laughed wildly and charged forward with the knife.

The masked night policeman didn't expect that his "bullet" would have no effect on Han Fei. When he was stunned, Da Xie, Ghost Gate Blood Shadow and the Dean had already pounced on him at the same time. Fighting alone has never been Han Fei's style. He has been able to get to where he is now by relying on a large number of people.

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!" Yan Ling's ability filled up his agility in the blink of an eye. There was a big difference between mad laughter and Han Fei's character. They both only had one drop of blood. And laughter will become extremely excited when there is only a drop of blood, as if only the limit of dying can make him forget the pain in his heart for a short time!

The ability of the masked night policeman is very terrifying, but today he encountered four "freaks" who can withstand his ability

The flesh and blood that makes up the ground has been hollowed out by ghost children, and the despicable and insidious spirit of evil has already planned everything. The ground of the floor kept collapsing, and the masked night policeman was dragged by him to the twenty-sixth floor. He had already prepared a perfect flesh and blood cage for the soul of evil.

Han Fei, Maniac and Evil Soul behave in completely different ways, but it is undeniable that all three of them are "madmen" who make enemies feel very difficult. Invisible bullets hit Han Fei's soul, and nightmares devoured it repeatedly, but laughter can always pull Han Weifei out at a critical moment.

Sometimes Han Fei is also very strange, is laughter immune to all nightmares and hallucinations, until Han Fei looked at the blood-colored orphanage in the back of his mind, and illusory orphans slowly appeared. The pain that those children have suffered has surpassed the world. All nightmares.

The rope of fate is constantly entangled, and the evil soul wants to bind the masked night police firmly on the twenty-sixth floor.

The night policeman, who was burning with black fire and dreamy and gorgeous lines, also began to fight for the last time.

When both sides were about to use their ability to press the bottom of the box, the towering skyscraper suddenly shook violently!

The deafening thunder sounded in the clouds, and the dark clouds that had covered the black rain area for many years were torn apart by a small hole, and the obscure and strange singing came from the upper fifty floors. All believers in the building heard the sound. , immediately began to pray devoutly, reciting the name of a certain "person".

"The gods are one step closer to awakening!" Mr. Mo did not dare to approach the hatred. He kept hiding behind and poking at the reins, but when the upheaval happened, he directly gave up the word "death" that he had written halfway through, and shouted loudly. Remind Han Fei.

"Wake up? I think he's in big trouble." The soul of evil now just wants to kill the mask Yegu, ten birds in the forest, it is better to have one bird in hand. After hearing the loud noise, the smile on the night policeman's mask became hard, blood seeped out of his skin, and the butterfly pattern on his body gradually changed from gorgeous to blood red.

Everyone thought that the masked night policeman was going to fight for his life, but the next moment his skin started to crack and fall off like a silkworm cocoon. "Does he want to run?" The long-awaited wild laughter found the right moment and slashed at the night policeman's head.

At the critical moment of "molting", the night police simply didn't have time to dodge, and the mask on his face was chopped up by the butcher's knife!

Fragments of the mask like mirrors splashed everywhere, and the laughter seemed like a thug who smashed a child's beautiful fantasy. Everyone on the floor also saw the face of the night policeman. "It's him" Han Fei never imagined that he could meet the hero who once chased butterflies in this form.

In the police file on Butterfly, there is a victim's information that is stored separately. He is Li Xue's senior brother, a young police academy student personally selected by Li Xue. The police know that Butterfly has insight into human nature, and seized it for the sake of layout. , Teacher Li Xue needs a new face who is determined and will never be deceived as bait. This police academy freshman, whose name is top secret, is under unprecedented pressure, but it is precisely because of his super-level performance that

Help the police to tear off the wings of the butterfly, so that the madman is no longer arrogant and hides in the shadow of the city. During that operation, Li Xue's senior brother disappeared. In order to prevent his family from being persecuted by Butterfly, all the information about him was sealed. Han Fei only saw a photo of the other party.

The bloody butterfly pattern and body exploded outwards, and Mengchen pet covered everything. After Mengchen dissipated, there was only a human skin pierced by countless ropes of fate on the ground.

"It ran quite fast." The Soul of Evil was a little dissatisfied. He wanted to complain to Han Fei, but when he saw that the manic laughter was manipulating Han Fei's body, he decisively dispelled the idea of ​​approaching: "I can't leave. These few floors, if you chase after him now, there may be a chance to kill him. Don't stand stupid! Take advantage of his illness to kill him! Such a good opportunity must be cherished!

"I really can't let him go." Han Fei looked at the gap above his head and began to try to communicate with Manic Laughter.