My Iyashikei Game

"The security guard's brother was looking for white shoes in the middle of the night. Boss Acheng mentioned white shoes on the phone. White shoes also appeared in the last photo of Xia Yi before his death. This thing is like the scarred-faced child the security guard said. As soon as you see him, it seems to be everywhere."

The temperature in the corridor was still dropping, and the footprints on the ground seemed to come alive. It seemed that as long as Han Fei looked away, they would run wildly.

"How do I feel... those white shoes seem to be a little closer to us?" Bai Xian grabbed Han Fei's arm tightly: "Did the police tell you how to deal with this situation?"

"If I were alone, I should be running, but we have four now." Han Fei's expression did not change, but if you look closely, you will find that his muscles are tensed and he has already entered high alert. state.

"In this case, you don't need to count me." Bai Xian wanted to leave, but Han Fei dragged the half-dead "killer" toward the corridor.

Seeing Han Fei walking forward, Bai Xian, who did not dare to act alone, had no choice but to follow.

The road they are walking now is the road that the white shoes walk on in the surveillance video. The further they go, the lower the temperature. The cold wind gets into the clothes along the sleeves and neckline, as if a child's hand is crawling into the heart.

No one closes the video on the "Murderer" mobile phone. After one is broadcast, the next one is automatically broadcast. The hidden folder is full of child abuse videos. The photographer seems to have a very terrible habit.

But just judging from the video, things don't seem to be that simple. Compared to torture, the photographer is more like doing some kind of experiment. He is using different methods to stimulate the child's inner fear and pain. The ultimate goal seems to be to completely Destroy the child's own personality and shape it into what he wants.

The surveillance video was still playing, and Han Fei also grabbed the "meat shield" a little bit closer to the white shoes.

He has experience fighting butterflies, and knows that hatred in the deep world cannot appear in reality at will: "Even if monsters in the deep world can affect reality, they must use some special means. What's the situation?"

After Han Fei cleared the Dead Building, his self-confidence was also built up, and he felt that even if the plastic surgery hospital was dangerous, it should not be as good as the Dead Building, but as the investigation deepened, he found that this was not the case at all.

This plastic surgery hospital, which has some connection with Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, has deep water and involves a lot of things.

"Han Fei, have you noticed that the shoe prints under our feet are also moving with us. These shoe prints were all around us just now, and they seem to be still there now. Even the position of the toes of the shoes has not changed." Bai Xian was a little afraid to go. Look ahead, but unless you close your eyes in this place, it's terrifying to look everywhere.

"Don't be too nervous. Apart from us, there is another person in the building. He may have put those white shoes there." Han Fei said this simply to comfort Bai Xian, so he told the adults. It's the same as tricking a child into getting an injection and saying it doesn't hurt at all.

They walked for three minutes in the corridor of more than ten meters. When the three approached the white shoes, Bai Xian and the security guard were relieved. The terrible scene they imagined did not appear, and the shoes stayed where they were. Seeing something seems like a hallucination.

"People are indeed prone to hallucinations when they are extremely nervous and afraid." Bai Xian and the security guard comforted each other. Under the threat of Li Gui, the two of them seemed to laugh at each other and become each other's support.

Taking off the "Murderer" coat with one hand, Han Fei wrapped it around his arm.

He picked up the white shoes on the ground through the fabric of his clothes and observed them carefully. They seemed to be ordinary shoes, covered with dust and without any special place.

"Are the ghosts running in shoes? Or did someone take advantage of the gap I just shot and put the shoes at the end of the corridor?" Han Fei looked at the other shoe on the ground again. He found that there was a problem with the position of the toes. , the white shoes were pointed right at a locked room at the end of the hallway, and it felt as if it was about to enter that room.

Han Fei stuffed the white shoes into the pocket of the "Murderer" and held them in his hands. He turned to look at the room next to him.

Twisting the handle, the door was not locked and was pushed open by Han Fei.

A faint smell of paint wafts out. This place seems to be a recreation room specially built for children, but the decorations and toys inside are very strange. Most of them are inferior toys from decades ago. Now children are long gone. Play with those things.

"Not quite right."

Looking at the children's entertainment room, the back of Han Fei's head was aching faintly, and there was a harsh laughter from the depths of his memory, and some vague memory fragments slowly emerged.

"Snapped!"

Han Fei threw the unconscious "murderer" on the ground. He walked straight into the house, glanced at the worn-out toys and various bright pictures, and finally stopped in the middle of the children's entertainment room.

"Han Fei? Are you alright?" Bai Xian stood at the door of the room, looking helpless. When Han Fei put away his white shoes, he began to panic. In the horror movies he has watched, usually such people will The first to receive a box lunch.

"Don't come in yet!" Han Fei covered the back of his head, he squatted down slowly, his fingers stroked the worn and inferior toys, his movements were gentle but weird, as if he had returned to his childhood: "I see these toys. Yes! I've seen it before!"

"You, don't scare me! Why don't we wait until the police arrive?" Bai Xian found that Han Fei was in a wrong state. He had completely collapsed. In such a gloomy old building, the only teammate seemed to be still there. He was so mad that he didn't dare to think about it any longer.

Han Fei ignored Bai Xian, grabbed toys one by one in his hand, and then tossed them aside.

He went all the way to the deepest part of the children's entertainment room, and when he saw the window pattern painted on the wall, a similar picture happened to appear in his mind.

The gray cement wall looks rigid and lifeless. In order to see the outside world, a group of children drew a window on the cement wall. Inside the window were painted spring flowers, summer green trees, and a group of people outside the window. Children running and playing.

The reality and the memory in his mind overlapped. Han Fei and the manic laughter in the back of his mind opened their eyes at the same time, and they remembered the same place.

"Happy Orphanage?"

Han Fei only discovered now that the layout of this children's recreation room is very similar to the happy orphanage he stayed in when he was a child!

The orphanage was surrounded by concrete walls, and all kinds of low-quality toys were thrown in the yard.

The happiest time of the day for children is when they play with these toys.

"Why does the plastic surgery hospital run by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical build its own children's lounge like the Happy Orphanage? These toys are not available on the market, unless they go to the second-hand market for replacement..." In order to verify a guess in his heart, Han Fei walked around among the toys, and finally knocked down a Trojan horse in the corner.

The paint on the Trojan horse has been seriously peeled off. With the rapid development of technology, almost no children will play with it.

Staring at the intact belly of the Trojan horse, Han Fei shook his head. Although these toys were the same as those in the Happy Orphanage, they were not the ones that Han Fei had played with.

"I remember very clearly that the belly of the Trojan horse in the orphanage was cut open by a knife, and sawdust was everywhere..." Thinking of this, Han Fei was suddenly stunned. He subconsciously thought of the Trojan horse in the orphanage, but he couldn't remember it. Who opened up the belly of the Trojan horse?

The back of the head was like a needle stick, Han Fei endured the pain and continued to think about it.

"Who broke the Trojan horse? These toys... there should be scars on them!" Han Fei stood up straight. He approached the deepest wall of the entertainment room a little bit, and then leaned against the gray wall with painted windows.

Outside the windows are spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the seasons change, but there is only a dead silence and gloom in the room where Han Fei is.

"This plastic surgery hospital has the ability to change a child's personality. How did they test this ability step by step? How was the first child with a perfect personality discovered?"

Han Fei pressed his head with constant pain, and he suddenly remembered an unimportant matter.

When the black box was first obtained, the police took him for a citizen information test, and the brain judged that his risk was zero, and that he was an extremely rare healing personality.

People with this kind of personality can not only heal others and bring hope to the people around them, but also make themselves turn over in difficult situations and heal themselves continuously.