My Iyashikei Game

The sharp knife pierced the skin, and the clothes of the villain in the painting were stained red with blood.

Han Fei looked at the picture waving in A Meng's hand, and his face instantly turned very bad.

Reaching out and grabbing A Meng's shoulder, Han Fei lifted the child and stared at the other's tender cheeks.

"You called Xu Qin away, why are you back alone now?"

The most dangerous devils tend to dress up as angels. In the deep world, one must never trust a person easily, even if he looks like a helpless child.

"draw……"

A Meng waved the drawing paper in his hand vigorously, the more he was afraid of speaking, the more he stuttered, unable to utter a complete word for a long time.

"Why did Xu Qin stick the knife in her body? Where is she now?" Han Fei knew that it was very troublesome to communicate with A Meng, so he put A Meng down, opened A Meng's schoolbag, and put the paper and pen directly on it. In front of the other party: "Draw what you want to say."

As if knowing that the time was running out, Ameng, who was still in shock, took a pen and sketched on the paper.

Two little people in masks sat beside the dining table, and on the cutting board of the dining table stood a cut and scattered person.

The masked villain pointed at the person on the chopping board, talking and laughing, and there were several villains standing farther away from the dining table, including a long-haired woman wearing a chef's hat.

It's a very rough color pen drawing, but it looks indescribably weird and scary.

Han Fei glanced at A Meng from the corner of his eye, wondering in his heart, "What has this child seen before?"

Li Xian, who was standing beside Han Fei, also saw the painting. His slender body was bent at a 90-degree angle, and his head was almost on Han Fei's shoulder: "It feels like someone in the building has been disposed of? Next to the dining table. There are nine chairs in the painting, but including the chef, there are only eight people in the painting. The one who is missing should be the one on the chopping board. Has anyone in this building disappeared recently?"

"Writer? The missing writer was eaten?" Han Fei held the painting in his hand, and then looked at A Meng: "What does this have to do with Xu Qin?"

A Meng took the pen, circled the chef in red, and drew an arrow on the paper, pointing the chef to the table.

"The next one they want to eat is Xu Qin?" Looking at the previous painting, Han Fei knew that Xu Qin was a cursed aggregate, and that the body was the curse on the knife. She would completely pierce all the knives into her body. Merge with the curse to reach the strongest state.

Being able to push Xu Qin to such a level means that the people in the building have already started to attack her.

Taking out the Butcher's Knife from the inventory, Han Fei squatted in front of A Meng: "Among the two people wearing masks at the table, is there you?"

A Meng shook his head desperately. He pointed to his face and stammered: "I, I don't have a mask, and my mask was taken away."

Perhaps to increase his persuasiveness, Ameng picked up a pen and drew a doctor's coat on one of the masked villains. He timidly pointed at the villain and kept repeating the word "doctor" in his mouth.

"One of the murderers who killed the writer was a doctor? This is not the same as in reality. Is there some kind of change in the deep world?"

Without wasting time, Han Fei motioned for A Meng to take him to find Xu Qin immediately.

He didn't fully trust A Meng, but now he didn't have a better choice.

The sub-personality of the spiders in the Butcher's House seems to be born with the ability to easily find the right path no matter how the passages and scenes change in the building, and it feels as if they are one with the building itself.

There was much less blood in the building, as if it had been cleaned. Han Fei found that this place was more and more similar to the real meat union factory. The dream seemed to be moving closer to reality. The tragedy that happened in the past seemed to be repeated Reappear once.

Passing through the rooms and the doors, A Meng finally brought Han Fei to the fourth floor of this huge building complex, and they stopped in front of an ordinary-looking door.

"Xu Qin is in the room?" Han Fei asked A Meng to open the door. When the door was opened, a strong smell of disinfectant poured out of the room.

At a glance, there are medicine bottles everywhere in the house, and the furnishings in this room are exactly the same as those in the spider's house in reality!

"here is?"

Han Fei looked at A Meng, and the child took a few breaths and pointed into the room: "The doctor's house, the chef used to come here."

"The doctor's house?!" After hearing the child's answer, Han Fei's eyes widened. This room, which is exactly the same as the writer's room in reality, turned out to be the doctor's house!

This at least shows one thing, in the final stage of the spider's life, the doctor, the sub-personality, occupies the position of the main character!

This is the only way to explain why the spider's home in reality is the same as the doctor's home in the deep world.

"Could it be that the doctor is a person who is bewitched by butterflies? It almost succeeds in the end!"

Entering the house, Han Fei seemed to have returned to reality. This feeling was indescribably wonderful.

Looking at the vials and diagnostic reports, most of them are the same as in reality.

"The doctor's personality is responsible for self-healing. The existence of the doctor's personality itself implies that the spider is a patient and an abnormal person. The butterfly starts with the doctor's personality, and it is indeed most likely to defeat the spider."

There is no difference between the interior layout and reality, and Han Fei even remembers where each item was placed.

After checking the living room and kitchen, Han Fei entered the bedroom.

When he looked at the bookshelf, he finally found a place with

Reality is different.

Where there should have been two books, "Beast Alley" and "The Butcher's House," there were two thick case reports.

Han Fei picked up a book and flipped through it, the content and pictures on it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Recently, the number of sick people in the alley has begun to increase. The patients have the same symptoms, cough, fever, wheezing, red rash on the skin surface, and itching for no reason."

"After initial consultation, all the patients purchased and ate cooked food from the meat factory on the night of the fourth day."

"Excluding the possibility of food poisoning, patients with mild symptoms worsened after a week, and their bodies were extremely itchy. Many patients stabbed their bodies and suffered self-mutilation."

"In the second week, most of the patients had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. They thought that something had been drilled into their bodies and hoped to undergo surgery. After examination, there was no foreign body in the body. The patient's weight did not change significantly, but the body suddenly became thin, as if flesh and blood were being Something sucks."

"In the third week, the skin of some patients began to crack, and a large number of obvious blood marks appeared on the body, and a small number of patients showed symptoms of skin ablation."

"In the fourth week, a large number of patients died in the alley. The specific diagnosed cases are as follows."

Looking at the reports, Han Fei's heart clenched. It was a fresh life.

After closing the first case report, Han Fei opened the second one to check.

The report on the second is very detailed, documenting the daily changes in the doctor's own body.

"There was no obvious change in the body on February 4th..."

"On February 5, the skin was itchy."

"On February 7, the first time I had a hallucination."

"On February 15th, the body became thinner, the skin was cracked, itching and pain existed at the same time, and the feeling of wanting to tear the body became stronger."

"On February 21, there was obviously something in my stomach that wanted to get out. The skin began to dissolve, and I could vaguely see my internal organs."

"On February 25th, all the drugs failed to take effect, the hallucinations and auditory hallucinations had completely penetrated the brain, and the surgery could not stop the physical lesions. Sure enough, I shouldn't have eaten the writer, but I don't know how he will do it this time. return."

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