My Iyashikei Game

The lantern with the characters written on it hangs on the wall, the simple wooden table and wooden chairs are painted with dark red paint, and there are unknown bugs crawling through the cracks of the floor tiles.

The strong smell of meat in the air teased the taste buds. Standing at the door, Han Fei instinctively told him that this store was not safe.

From the outside, the dumpling shop is not very conspicuous, but after entering it, Han Fei realized that there is a lot of space inside.

Oil stains and smudges could be seen vaguely on the crooked wooden table, as if someone had eaten something in this place just now.

Judging from the thick oil stain, it doesn't look like dumplings.

When Han Fei entered the store, there were other guests in the room, but the other party didn't care about Han Fei at all.

"this way please."

Standing at the entrance, Han Fei, who was hesitant to leave, heard a man's voice.

He looked in the direction of the voice, the curtain of the back kitchen was lifted, and a man wearing a pig face mask came out.

He was carrying a huge tray, and three large bowls were placed on it, and the tempting aroma was wafting out of the bowls.

"Sit down, what would you like to eat?"

The man put all the three large bowls on the table of another customer in the store. The customer lifted the lid on the bowls and grabbed something from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

He ate deliciously, completely forgetting his severely swollen stomach that seemed to be about to burst, and the rice bowls stacked high on the other side of the table.

"Can I ask you something?" Han Fei still didn't dare to go inside, but when he looked at the man wearing the pig face mask, his heart froze.

It is true that Yinglong and Kui did not issue an early warning, but it is possible that they were not because they did not perceive the danger, but were blinded by something.

"After eating, there's no time to ask any more questions. You must be very hungry now, right?" The man picked up a greasy rag and wiped the table casually. He didn't force Han Fei, so he let Han Fei sit near the door. .

Hearing the man's words, Han Fei always felt that what the other party wanted to say was that it was time to go on the road after eating.

This eccentric man wearing a pig face mask looks kind, but he feels like an executioner on the execution ground.

Butchers slaughtered too many animals, and they smelled blood and oil; so did the executioners, but after all, killing people was different from slaughtering animals, and their smells were slightly different.

"The menu is on the wall, please look at it." The man wearing the pig face mask stood beside Han Fei, stared at by his strange and ugly pig face, Han Fei felt uncomfortable all over, he vaguely felt that the mask The lower eyeball doesn't look like a human eye.

"Then have a bowl of fresh meat dumplings." Han Fei pointed to the top dish.

"Just a bowl of dumplings?" The man still didn't leave, his strange eyes looked at the spiritual altar in Han Fei's arms: "I'm afraid a bowl of dumplings is not enough."

"Let's have a bowl to taste first, we'll order more if it's delicious." Han Fei didn't change his face, in fact, his heart was already suspended, and the other party could see the resentment hidden in the spiritual altar.

"Okay." The man seemed to be very good at talking. He wiped the table for Han Fei with the rag again: "Wait a minute."

He put a thermos on Han Fei's table: "The tea is in the cabinet at the front desk, you can make your own what you want to drink."

After he finished speaking, he shouted to the back kitchen, "A bowl of steaming fresh meat dumplings!"

After the man wearing the mask left, Han Fei quickly opened the spiritual altar to communicate with Yinglong, but when he saw Yinglong with his own eyes, he realized that the situation was worse than he thought.

Han Fei just felt hungry and had the desire to eat.

The resentment in the spiritual altar was directly biting their own body. Their only rationality was tortured to the brink of collapse by the hunger, their faces were distorted, and their eyes were full of madness.

"This dumpling shop is so evil!"

Biting his own body, the resentful people urgently need to eat, it seems that only eating can calm them down.

Their state reminded Han Fei of the mad Xu Qin. After Xu Qin used all her strength, the curse broke out, and she recovered after eating all the meat in the family.

"Stay any longer and I'm afraid my neighbours will start killing each other."

Resentment is a combination of despair and pain. It is extremely difficult for them to remain sensible. Now this situation is simply forcing them to lose control.

Hunger inspires malice the most, and when hungry to the limit, people can do anything.

When he got up, Han Fei was about to leave when the door of the dumpling shop was suddenly pushed open.

The cold wind blew away the aroma of meat in the store, and a middle-aged man with long hair and a pale face entered the store.

He was wearing a pure black dress, which seemed to be woven from hair, with some weird patterns on it. If you look closely, you will find that it is a human face.

"It wouldn't be so coincidental would it?"

The middle-aged man was carrying a blood-stained wooden box, and he had a pungent stench on his body, which seemed to be a mixture of perfume and corpse odor.

Entering the store, the middle-aged man found a table and sat down, and then he opened the wooden box.

The smell of meat in the house was instantly covered up by the smell of blood, and another diner who was eating frantically also gave him a blank look.

The middle-aged man didn't care about this. When the clerk wearing the pig face mask walked out of the kitchen, he reached into the box with both hands and took out a human head.

"

is it him? "

The clerk looked at the head, his pig face mask changed, and he felt as if he was laughing.

"A bit close, but not."

After hearing this answer, the middle-aged man threw his head into the wooden box fiercely: "Who is the butcher? This is the fourth one. In order to get it, I was also targeted by that crazy woman."

"Is she not dead yet?"

"It should be soon." The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and there was a trace of viciousness in his eyes, he took out a table knife from the blood in the wooden box: "I stole a knife from her, her curse is not complete anymore. "

Pale fingers were cut by the blade, oozing blood.

After the middle-aged man felt the pain, not only did he not let go, but he gripped the knife even harder: "What I hate most is the curse!"

"Don't be angry, do you want to eat something?" The clerk looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"I don't dare..." The middle-aged man said halfway through and saw the dangerous eyes of the clerk. He didn't say any more, but closed the wooden box and walked towards the door of the store.

The clerk didn't stop him, and went straight back to the back kitchen.

"It's really unfortunate."

The middle-aged man escaped from the dumpling restaurant, and when he opened the door, Han Fei followed.

In fact, he had seen Han Fei long ago, this young man made him feel very uncomfortable, and he didn't know what the discomfort came from.

Turning around and entering an alley, the middle-aged man found that Han Fei was still following him, and he finally stopped.

"Should we meet for the first time?" The middle-aged man looked back at Han Fei. He was carrying a wooden box and his voice was cold.

"Uncle, I have something to ask you." Han Fei's eyes were fixed on the wooden box in the middle-aged man's hand: "Where did you get the knife you just took out?"

"Pulled out from the body of a dead man." The middle-aged man found that there were several cold breaths around the alley, and he felt a little bad.

"None of us are good people, and it's very easy to do impulsive things, so you'd better answer my questions honestly while we can communicate normally, and don't do things that everyone will regret."

Han Fei stared at the middle-aged man's face. He didn't have any performances, and his voice was cold and very scary.

"Get out of the way, I'm going back." The feminine man with long hair grabbed the wooden box and stared at Han Fei, not intending to speak.

"I don't care where you live. If you don't know what to say today, this little box in my hand is your final home."

The pitch-black python drilled into the ghost pattern, and Han Fei took out the blood-colored paper figurine from the inventory.