My Iyashikei Game

The number 444 shows that Han Fei has now run into the fourth building, and it also proves that the wardrobe passage is indeed connected to different rooms. This cursed object similar to the mutant portal in the game has aroused Han Fei's great interest.

"As long as the butterflies are killed, the cabinet and the building will be owned by everyone!"

The dead building now belongs to the butterfly and belongs to the manager. It treats everyone as a tool and a toy, and can sacrifice everyone's interests to achieve its own goals.

But if Han Fei becomes the manager of the dead building, he will respect the decision of most people and let more "people" find him.

"Wait a minute! Why do I feel like something is pulling me on my back! Really!" The middle-aged man running at the back of the team was pale. He kept turning his head to look behind him, but his neck was about to break, and he couldn't see anything crawling on his back.

Everyone was running for their lives, and the middle-aged man didn't dare to be too loud. He was unwell and tried to follow behind the woman.

In the dark corridor, the voice-activated lights flickered on and off. Compared with Building No. 1, the corridor of Building No. 4 was even more dilapidated. There were traces of burning paper money and photos at the door of every household. They all seemed to be evoking spirits.

"What does the butterfly want to do?"

The building was filled with gloomy energy, it was a kind of terror that had nothing to do with ghosts, as if people's hearts had been transformed in this place and fermented into other things.

Pushing open the security door, the old door shaft made a creaking sound. Han Fei looked at the dark corridor outside and did not dare to run out immediately.

Ruowu's singing came from outside the building, Han Fei's ring was already overwhelmed, and there were several cracks on it. It is estimated that the original owner of the ring did not expect that Han Fei would wear it and run directly into a place like the dead building, and he also faced the indescribable singing several times.

"Why did you stop?" The woman was a little puzzled: "This place makes me feel bad, and it seems that it is not as safe as the closet."

"Can you hear the singing outside?"

"Singing?" The woman shook her head: "I can't hear anything?"

"Are you two in love? Big brother, big sister, my back is really wrong!" The middle-aged man in blood finally followed, he grabbed Han Fei's hand: "You help me see my back Back, when I ran just now, something seemed to be pulling me all the time!"

Han Fei looked at the middle-aged man's back. There was a god statue lying in the middle of his spine. The head of the god statue seemed to dig into the middle-aged man's spine.

"Is something wrong? Did you two see anything? Is it a bug?" The middle-aged man waved his fat hand, but just couldn't touch it.

"It's just a little bug, don't scare yourself, take a deep breath and relax." Han Fei told the middle-aged man not to look back, then he took out the rebirth knife from the inventory: "Brother, talk a lot. Let me ask you, what did you do before? Have you ever killed someone?"

"How could I kill someone! I've never killed a chicken before!"

"That's fine." The rebirth knife will become sharper when facing an enemy whose hands are stained with blood. Han Fei is well-intentioned, and he is worried about accidentally hurting a middle-aged man.

Lifting off the blood coat, Han Fei grabbed the handle of the knife, controlled the dazzling blade, and swung it down!

The statue's body was cut off directly and turned into pieces, but what Han Fei didn't expect was that when the statue was shattered, its face slowly twisted, looking at Han Fei with a weird smile.

The idol laughed?

His back suddenly became relaxed, and the middle-aged man wanted to see what the worm looked like, but when he turned around, he saw fragments of god statues all over the floor.

"That thing under the bed crawled on my back?"

"You carried it on your back for a long time, but you are safe now, probably..." Han Fei gently pressed the back of the middle-aged man with the hand that the big evil was hiding, and he found that there was still a fragment of the god statue that got into the man Rouzhong: "Be patient, it may hurt a little."

He took the death knife and dug out the last fragment, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a human face in the wound on the middle-aged man's back!

"what?"

Using the knife to open the wound, Han Fei saw a thumb-sized statue embedded in the flesh and blood of a middle-aged man. When he dug out the thumb-sized statue, there was a smaller statue under the wound!

All the statues had the same weird smile, embedded in the middle-aged man's body, and looked straight at Han Fei.

"Provoking me? Provoking me in someone else's body?" Han Fei didn't know why the idol was staring at the middle-aged man. It might be because he was the weakest, or it might be because he had the worst luck, but no matter what the reason was, Han Fei I will never get used to this evil force.

Asking the middle-aged man to cover his eyes, Han Fei took out the bloody paper figurine, and then let the figurine also get into the wound.

"I'll take out as many as you have in it. It's not me that hurts."

The god statue that was originally embedded in the middle-aged man's body, the smile on its face solidified.

Han Fei has already become a ruthless man under the training of "Perfect Life", not to mention that the idol has run into someone else's body, even if it runs into his own body, he dares to do it.

Controlling the paper figurines, Han Fei took out two more idols from the middle-aged man's body.

The last statue was only about the thickness of chopsticks, and the little ghost hiding in the statue was directly smashed by the blood-colored paper figure. With a scream, a piece of paper and a piece of hair fell out of the little ghost's body, as if it itself It is because of the grievances on the scraps of paper and hair.

The blood-colored paper man handed the piece of paper to Han Fei. There was a name written on the front of the piece of paper, and a method of death written on the back-would he die if the body was divided?

Han Fei saw the death method first, and the words contained a strong sense of resentment and curse, and then he flipped the paper and saw the name on the other side.

Those simple words made him unable to look away.

"Fu Sheng?"

Han Fei knew that there were memory fragments of the previous building director hidden in the dead building, but he never expected to find clues related to the previous building director in this way.

"Are all the ghosts in the statues guarding a piece of paper?" Han Fei was the first unlucky guy to kill, although he was also a ghost in the statue, but his heart was eaten by the paper man, and his whole body turned into shredded paper after death. And Feihui, even if there is a piece of paper hidden, Han Fei is difficult to find.

"Could this hair belong to Fu Sheng? Was his consciousness divided into countless parts, and then put into the statue?"

The manager of the dead building should be Butterfly. From this point of view, the consciousness of the previous building director who stayed here should have met the Butterfly's poisonous hand.

"I think I might understand what the scariest thing is in Room 444."

Han Fei looked at the words on the piece of paper, the name and hair were the medium of the curse, and the words on the note were the curse itself.

There are countless death curses in the dead building, and Han Fei is now extremely suspicious that those death curses may be prepared for one person.

The head of the building was at least forty years older than Han Fei, and he had a black box many years ago.

Although he failed, even if his consciousness was cut into countless pieces, he still did not leave the card table, and he was able to arrange backhands. From this point of view, he was already very terrifying.

"If Butterfly really got the memory fragment of the previous building director, then I have another reason to kill it. The black box is in my mind, and the second person must not know about it."