My Iyashikei Game

Pairs of eyes stared at the constantly changing numbers on the elevator display, some with bloodthirsty impulses, some with suppressed despair, and some with cold murderous intent.

They all restrained their breath and waited quietly.

On the black elevator display, the red number seemed to be bleeding. After more than ten seconds, the elevator finally stopped.

The blood-stained elevator doors slowly opened toward both sides, and the pungent bloody smell and a strong rancid smell drifted into the room, followed by a hand extending from the elevator car.

The hands full of dead scars were grayish purple, and there were several expensive rings on the swollen fingers. As the body began to swell, those rings were strangled into the flesh, as if they had grown in the flesh.

The dull breathing sounded, and the hand slowly exerted force, dragging the fat body out little by little.

The hand-sewn clothes were soaked in corpse water, constantly emitting a stench, and the tie hung obliquely on the neck full of fat, and was pressed by the thick fat.

"The bookshelf was removed?"

A hoarse voice came from the chapped lips, and an extremely ugly face was reflected on the window glass.

The foot that stepped out of the elevator stopped, and the man seemed to feel something.

After a brief pause, he suddenly stepped back, his swollen fingers pounding the elevator button.

The silver-grey elevator door began to close, but it was only halfway closed, as if there was a malfunction, and it could no longer be closed.

There was an inexplicable cry in the narrow elevator car, and on the blood-stained wall, a dark eye suddenly opened, and then it seemed that some mechanism had been triggered, and the temperature of the entire room suddenly began to plummet!

Without warning, the stuck elevator door was opened little by little, and two red words lit up on the elevator display—overload.

Pairs of pale hands emerged, and pale faces squeezed into the elevator car.

I don't know who moved the hand first, but when the extremely well-dressed monster reacted, he was already besieged in the center.

There was an uneasy roar in his throat, and a faint black mist appeared from under the clothes soaked in corpse water.

At the moment when the cry approached, he rushed out of the elevator desperately!

The cries in the house became harsh, and one eye opened on the door of the office.

Tears of blood dripped, a thin girl was standing alone at the door, her dark eyes were staring straight at the monster, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

The monster closed his eyes immediately, but it was still a step too late. He found that his movements began to slow down, and his consciousness seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and it seemed to be forcibly deprived.

Consciousness is struggling to resist the suction, he gradually loses control of his body, the despair deep in his heart is aroused, and all the bad memories sealed long ago pour out.

The despair in my heart is like a thorn that begins to stab the soul, and the despair outside the body is like a prison imprisoning flesh and blood.

In just one minute, the monster was no longer able to struggle, his special abilities had not even been exerted, and his consciousness, soul and broken body were all controlled.

"You are the boss of this security company?"

Holding the saber of death, Han Fei's way of asking people is quite special. He doesn't care what the other party answers at all.

The more souls that have been slaughtered, and the heavier the slaughter, the sharper the knife of death will be.

Han Fei can roughly judge whether the opponent is an ordinary bad person or a heinous demon by the speed of slashing his arms.

The blade slid across without any hindrance, and one of the monster's arms had fallen to the ground.

The whole process was very fast, and the monster didn't even feel the pain, his eyes already saw his arm fall next to his foot.

After a few seconds, the pain hit, and the monster started screaming wildly.

"who are you!"

There was no question, the meeting was just a knife, the two sides should have a deep hatred, but the monster didn't remember Han Fei's appearance at all, this should be the first time they met.

"You have blood on your hands, and the killing you have caused is heavier than the animals in the animal alley." Han Fei stared at the arm that was still bending and wriggling on the ground. After being chopped off, the arm exuded a rancid smell. It soon corrupted and turned into a black mist.

When the black mist drifted towards Han Fei, the crying spiritual altar was pushed open, and a ferocious monster crawled over and swallowed the black mist.

It showed satisfaction in its eyes, and then greedily stared at the body of the boss of the security company.

Being stared at by the bug, the monster felt creepy. He didn't remember when he offended Han Fei: "What's your purpose here? I can give you anything you want."

"As expected of the boss, he also knows how to negotiate." Han Fei looked at the other party with a smile, like a young man next door, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

"There is a lot of yin and various items accumulated in the building. I can take you to get them." The monster's eyes slowly moved away from Han Fei. He saw Bai Sinian standing in the corner, and his anger burst out instantly: "Did he bring you here? I can't believe that this coward who can't sell for a price would dare to do such a thing."

Being stared at by the monster, Bai Sinian was also dazed. He looked at the large amount of resentment that suddenly appeared around him. To be honest, he was very scared.

"It has nothing to do with him. I came here mainly to inquire about some things with you and take some things by the way." Han Fei sat on the desk: "This security uniform on me should look familiar to you. Bar?"

The monster didn't start

Note, now that Han Fei said this, he turned to look at Han Fei.

When he found that Han Fei was wearing a special security uniform, the fat on his ugly face shook slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You are from the dead building?"

"It doesn't matter where I come from. I want to know how many security guards you sent to the dead building. What is the relationship between you and the dead building?"

Hearing Han Fei's question, the monster didn't speak immediately, and he didn't give up resistance until his consciousness was about to be sucked away.

"I can't count how many people were sent there, but I'm doing this to protect more people. If I don't choose the right people to send there, the residents of the dead building will run out by themselves, and the whole street will be there. It may become a dead street." The monster knelt on the ground, he seemed to have some difficulties, his ugly face was full of pain and self-blame.

If Han Fei hadn't slashed the other side just now, and if Han Fei hadn't been an actor himself, the monster might have been able to fool him.

"Don't act so hard. Your acting doesn't have the feeling of being able to move freely. It seems very rigid to me." climbed to the side of the monster.

Han Fei acted very decisively, as if he already knew part of the truth. The monster who lost both arms was stunned, and kept crying and begging for mercy, not daring to hide it any more: "Dead Tower let me send some suitable souls to act as a regular. Vessels, they want to plant seeds in the depths of their souls, hoping to produce the most special flowers."

"flower?"

"The seeds are the eggs, and the flowers are the colorful butterflies. The managers of the dead building have always wanted to make the perfect flower, but it has never been successful. Most of the flowers cannot bloom, and a few of them have flaws. "

The monster's words caught Han Fei's attention. The butterfly in the dead building seemed to want to make another butterfly?

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