My Iyashikei Game

, my healing game

Han Fei has no time to take care of Xiao Fang and Brother Hua. His mind is full of the scattered figure of the jumping offender, and he can't get rid of it at all!

"Calm down! The little girl has been brought out, this is a rare opportunity, I must seize it!"

"Yes! Calm down! If you want the jumping offender to regain his senses, then try to reunite their scattered memories."

"I'll go to the eighth floor first to find the female anchor and make her wear a red dress, so that the complete red dress will have a chance to block the ghost who jumped from the building."

"After the jumping offenders are blocked, I need to find the divorced mother and syringe girl, as well as their children, next..."

The whistling wind pierced into his ears, and the pungent bloody smell seemed to cover Han Fei's head instantly as a sticky ocean wave.

The jumping ghost is catching up!

Different from resentment, the ghost who jumped from the building exudes a more gloomy aura, which should be the hatred in her heart.

From resentment to hatred, something needs to be crossed over in the middle. Although the ghost who jumped from the building did not become a real hatred, she left traces of hatred on her body.

Before he could dodge, Han Fei could only lift the wooden box above his head.

"Bang!"

Sawdust was flying, the blood-red box was smashed by the broken arm of the jumping ghost, and the hand stained with the death curse reached into the box, but it could not fall on top of Han Fei's head.

The blood condensed, a scarlet wind blew in the corridor, and the red dress that was brighter than any time before appeared on the other side of the death curse.

In the narrow corridor, two forces collided wildly, and old hatred and new hatred were entangled.

"Give me my baby back!"

The death curse on the ghost who jumped from the building has boiled, and the weird black characters are sticking together and evolving into a new shape.

After the last trace of humanity was taken away by Han Fei, the ghost who jumped from the building no longer only repeated death and destruction, and for the first time other words appeared in her mouth.

The ghost who jumped off the building and was controlled by the butterfly with hatred has what he wants.

Driven by extreme anger, her devastated heart seemed to be beating again.

At this time, Han Fei didn't know how much he had stabbed, knowing that even Butterfly didn't dare to touch the child of the jumping offender easily, and he took the initiative to pull the whole family of three into room 1244 for the jumping offender to vent his hatred.

Well now, Han Fei directly took away the most important thing from the jumping off the building, and the door of room 1244 seemed to be smashed. If Butterfly doesn't come to Building No. 1 again, it will be a matter of time before this place is "tear down" by the jumper and Han Fei.

The jumping offender and the red skirt are not complete, but the collision between them has reached the limit of building No. 1. Under such circumstances, the manager will definitely interfere, but until now Han Fei has not even seen the shadow of the manager.

Blood-red cracks appeared on the wall, and the adjacent door was torn to pieces, like paper.

The red skirt bought Han Fei precious time again. He hugged the little girl across the corridor and went upstairs from the safe passage on the other side.

"Open the door! I found your child!"

Han Fei knocked on the door of the divorced mother frantically, and the kid hiding behind the security door stuck his head out, as if he was wondering, he was hiding well, how could the other party say that he found the child of the divorced mother?

"Open the door!"

Footsteps hurriedly sounded, and the divorced mother opened the door, looking a little scared.

"This is your child!" Han Fei carried the little girl and walked into the house.

"But my child is a boy..." The divorced mother wanted to say something, but at this time the little girl in Han Fei's arms suddenly put her hand beside the divorced mother's face, and when her fingers touched her cheek, the divorced mother said a word Unable to speak, a tear suddenly flowed from the corner of his eye.

She didn't even realize that she was crying, she couldn't remember anything, her memories were completely different, but the tears couldn't stop at all.

"Impossible, my child is a boy. He always looks for the room key when the adults are asleep at night. I love him very much, but I don't know why he keeps leaving me." The divorced mother kept wiping it with her hands There were tears on his face, but the more he wiped away the tears, the tears flowed all over his face unconsciously.

"Your memory is affected by your hands and feet, you are Zhuang Wen! This little girl is your humanity! It is your most precious thing!" Han Fei's free hand grabbed the shoulder of his divorced mother. The secret of the office, shaking the other party fiercely: "Remember! For your child, in order to really be able to find your child!"

Han Fei's voice became louder and louder, and the divorced mother's face gradually became abnormal, and new skin appeared where the tears slipped.

She seemed to be in unimaginable pain, and eventually she let out a piercing scream.

"Stop deceiving yourself! Face yourself in your heart! You represent Zhuang Wen's motherhood! You are also the most important and inseparable part of her!"

The whole living room reverberated with Han Fei's voice, Zhuang Wen's mother's hair was falling down, the changes on her body seemed to have ended, and she did not exude too much aura.

When Han Fei thought that the divorced mother was incompetent and was about to take her away forcibly, the bedroom door next to her opened.

A pale face suddenly appeared from the dark crack of the door, and then that face changed and twisted like a wave of water, becoming a little devil.

It didn't take long for another face to appear, followed by the third and fourth pictures, and the little ghosts began to change, crowded in the bed.

Room door!

After so many years, every night the divorced mother will bring home a little ghost as her dead child!

The strong and suffocating Yin Qi came out from the bedroom, and Han Fei's hand that was holding the divorced mother's shoulder slowly loosened: "I may have been a little rude just now, but the words are not rude, you represent Zhuang Wen's Motherhood..."

Before she finished speaking, the divorced mother raised her head, her eyes were fixed on the little girl, her lips trembled, and she slowly said a sentence: "Give me my child..."

"Why do you say the same thing? I can give it to you, but not now!"

Looking at the kid in that room, Han Fei resolutely exited the room and continued to rush upstairs!

"Don't chase me! I'm helping you!"

The door of the divorced mother's house was smashed open by one after another, and countless child handprints appeared behind Han Fei: "Isn't it? Is a memory of motherhood so strong?"

Without even time to breathe, Han Fei gritted his teeth and ran to the eighteenth floor.

Before he appeared, he heard the helpless inhalation of the businessman: "Why is it you again? I have changed from the left safety passage to the right safety passage. Don't you sleep at night?"

"Get out of the way!"

The grim-faced Han Fei roared at the businessman, then rushed to the 22nd floor without looking back, where the last needlewoman lived.

Seeing Han Fei's madness, the businessman quietly took a step back, with a little grievance on his face: "Why are you yelling so loudly... I've already avoided you, who knew that you would still run around in a roundabout way?"

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