My Iyashikei Game

"I seem to have heard that voice somewhere, and he seems to be ringing in my ear all the time. Who is saying that?"

The darkness flooded the underground warehouse like a tide, the surroundings were pitch black, and all the light was swallowed up.

His heart was pounding, and cold sweat soaked his back. Han Fei didn't know what was hidden in the darkness. He tried his best to slam it up, but the baffle didn't move.

There is no way to go up, and no one will come to rescue him.

All he can do is to find possible ways to escape in this underground warehouse.

"Why do you try your best to live? Isn't it bad to stay? Your gnashing teeth is really pitiful."

Han Fei was certain that the sound came from the warehouse, so he resisted the uneasiness and walked down the escalator.

"The rate of decline in the mood value becomes faster. If you drag on like this, the mood value will drop below 20 in ten minutes at most. At that time, I may see something that I can't fight at all."

Without any hesitation, Han Fei walked quickly through the container according to the memory in his mind.

He is a very decisive person. After looking for a certain direction, he will sprint with all his strength. Even if he dies on the road, he will never regret it.

"Bang!"

As Han Fei moved forward, a second-hand tablet computer fell from the shelf, and the screen exuded a faint cold light.

"Isn't this the old stuff I sorted out just now?"

The tablet computer has not been used much, it is almost new, just now Han Fei put it on the shelf by himself.

At this time, the cold light from the flat screen became the only light in the underground warehouse, and Han Fei's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by it.

Someone in the darkness touched the tablet, and a video began to play, showing a boy strapped to a chair, beaten and abused, covered in bruises.

He was shouting something vaguely in his mouth, but unfortunately there was no sound in the video.

Han Fei vaguely felt that this video looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this video. Now he only felt that the boy in the video looked more and more like him when he was a child.

"Can pain be cured? If so, how can you cure such a broken world?"

All the containers full of second-hand electronic goods have problems. Similar videos are playing on all screens. Different children are locked in their seats. They have no names, only different numbers. From 0001 all the way to 9999.

There was no sound in the video, and all the children were screaming silently. They underwent various trainings and inhuman "treatments" until they couldn't bear it and died in that cramped and cold small room.

After each child dies, his facial features will change, gradually blurring and collapsing, just like their respective personalities.

Silent torture, continuous treatment, and finally all the dead children, all the facial features and features of the first child have become the same.

He can easily make various expressions and simulate various personalities according to the instructions, but he is the only one who will not show a real smile.

After all the children on the screen became the same face, the dark and cold compartment was opened, and the outside was a darker room, like one black box after another that couldn't get out.

The child sat sluggishly on the chair, and he was taken to another black room. In that new room, the child who seemed to have grown up got a brand new number - 0000.

"Is this the meaning of your life? Stay, you might as well stay here."

Han Fei's heartstrings were plucked, and the shocking scene made him stay in place.

When he was attracted by the faces of the children, many memories that did not belong to him appeared in his mind.

Getting along with my mother day and night, childhood memories of family, beauty and happiness like a flower blooming on the cliffs of the abyss, bringing four seasons to this world where there is only despair.

But soon, the mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness, the father fled alone, and all the pressure fell on him.

Sickness, work, money, all kinds of messes make up the appearance of life.

The memory that does not belong to Han Fei is forcibly merging with Han Fei's memory. He seems to know many things about Han Fei. This memory does not touch the things deep in his mind, it just wants Han Fei to be him.

His mother was critically ill, he couldn't raise money, his job was cheated, he owed usurious loans, and most importantly, his hands were stained with blood, and he killed people.

The memory was heavy, and it felt as if it was instantly dragged into the deep sea, and the enormous pressure was about to burst every blood vessel and nerve.

"Everyone around me tells me that good people will be rewarded. I give money to beggars, feed stray cats and dogs, and help bullied deliverymen. I firmly believe in fairness and justice, and I will consider others in everything I do, but why in the end? Will it end up like this?"

His mind became more and more chaotic, Han Fei walked towards the depths of the warehouse step by step, his hand seemed to have touched something.

Opening the darkness, in the deepest part of the warehouse, Han Fei saw a shrine.

The all-black shrine looks similar to the one in the thrift store, but feels completely different.

The door of the shrine was also nailed, but there was something written on the door.

"There is no shame in selling your soul and principles, the shame is not selling for a good price, now you have a chance to start over, open the shrine, and you will have all the answers and one

Newborn opportunity. "

It seemed to be the prompt sound of the system, and it seemed to be another sound. Anyway, under the guidance of the sound, Han Fei grabbed a tool hammer that had fallen beside the shrine.

It seemed that all the nightmares would dissipate and all truths would emerge as soon as the nailed door of the shrine was smashed open.

Han Fei's memory has been merged with the memory that does not belong to him. At this time, he was affected by another power, completely occupied by anger, resentment, unwillingness and pain.

Raising the tool hammer, Han Fei's eyes were full of bloodshots. Under the pressure that ordinary people could not imagine, he slammed the tool hammer down.

A dull voice sounded, the bones were broken, and blood oozes from one of Han Fei's little fingers.

The piercing pain made him regain his short-term sanity, and after throwing away the tool hammer, Han Fei covered the fallen black cloth on the shrine again, leaving no gaps.

"Is this your choice?" There were several voices in the basement warehouse, men, women and children, all of them.

Their voices overlapped, as if they were standing behind Han Fei at this moment.

"You will regret this……"

The lights of the underground warehouse flickered a few times and then turned on again.

When the light dispelled the darkness, Han Fei's mind also heard the system's icy reminder sound that was not mixed with any emotion.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have completed the shrine random task to organize the warehouse!"

"Not all souls in this world have a price, you have made your own choice!"

"The regret of the shrine master has made up for 15%! Get a lot of experience rewards!"

"You have completed a random task in the shrine, and you have a chance to open the inventory. You can choose an item to bring into the memory world of the owner of the shrine."

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully risen to level seventeen! Free attribute points plus one!"

Sitting on the ground with his back against the container, Han Fei was in shock.

After the lights came on, his mood value quickly recovered from nineteen to twenty-five.

"The task requirement is for me to tidy up the warehouse before dawn... No, the random task of tidying up the warehouse doesn't seem to specifically list the task requirements. It just reminds me to tidy up the shelves before dawn, and let me put a price on all souls."

Only now did Han Fei understand that the so-called price tag for all souls also included his own soul. If he had made other choices just now, maybe he would also become a used item on the commodity shelf.

"The degree of regret has increased by 5%. It seems that the owner of the shrine has made a similar choice, but he should not resist the temptation and chose to break open the door of the shrine."

Han Fei raised his head, and he looked at the shrine that was covered in black, with lingering fears.

"The real shrine is hidden in the innermost of the junk warehouse. If you hadn't become a staff member here, you wouldn't be able to find this place at all."

Getting up from the ground, Han Fei clutched his unconscious little finger: "It hurts, but it's a good sign, indicating that I may abolish all the 'ten fingers' here."

After carefully inspecting the shrine, Han Fei found another strange place: "This black cloth can completely cover the shrine, but I remember that before I lifted the black cloth, part of the shrine was already exposed. Someone lifted the black cloth before I came in!"

Only three people could enter the warehouse, Oriole, Pei Yang, and the shop owner Han Fei had not seen before.

"Which of the three of them would be more suspect?"

Han Fei didn't waste time on this issue, he first added the free attribute points brought by the upgrade to his physical strength.

His arms became tougher, vitality surged in his blood vessels, and Han Fei's physical abilities improved again.

He is still less than 20th level, his physical strength has reached 28 points, and he is about to break 30.

"Every ten points of physical strength is a threshold. After I have thirty points of physical strength, I may be able to activate some abilities related to physical strength."

Walking towards the freight elevator, Han Fei's current state of mind is completely different from before.

After making a choice, he will take a different path from the former owner of the shrine, without being at the mercy of the shrine.

"Upgrading in the memory world of the shrine master has become easier. The tasks here are all equivalent to F-level tasks. I must seize this opportunity!"

Pushing open the shutter easily, Han Fei looked weakly in the store looking for the Oriole, but he searched for a long time but did not see the Oriole.

"What about people?"

At the counter, Han Fei first found the first aid kit, wrapped his fingers with medicine and bandages, and then looked at the computer in the counter.

The inbound goods were not counted, but the Oriole left the thrift store.

"The water in her glass is still hot, she should have just left."

Han Fei's mood value is slowly recovering. As long as he doesn't leave the mall at night, his mood value will not drop again, at least according to his test the day before.

"It's almost one o'clock in the evening, and it's not safe in the mall. Do you want to go find her?"

When he reached the door of the store, Han Fei was stunned as soon as he stepped out of the store. He saw two men with plastered arms sitting by the door of the second-hand supermarket.

The two of them should have been sitting in front of the store for a long time. They both wore black suits of the same style. The fat man had his hands wrapped in plaster, and a tiger tattoo could be seen on his chest. He was too fat, so the suit could not be buttoned at all. .

The other man has a scar on his face and looks very fierce, but his wrist

Dislocated, the bandage hung around his neck, and he was fierce and tragic.

At this moment, Scarface was holding a cigarette between his only two movable fingers, probably because smoking was prohibited in the mall, he did not dare to light it.

The two sat on an old newspaper, and there was a large bag of melon seed skins in front of them. Maybe it was too boring to wait, so they kept nibbling on melon seeds.

The sound of ding dong ding dong sounded, the store door opened, and the two saw Han Fei coming out, leaning on each other, and struggling to stand up.

"You took the 20,000 yuan, we can't explain it to the brothers, you have to pay back the money today." Scarface's voice was cold and gloomy, and his snake eyes stared at Han Fei, extremely fierce.

The loan shark was crippled by the borrower, so how can you mess with it after you talk about it? How to continue to collect bills?

"Then what if I don't pay it back?" Han Feidong looked around, looking for Oriole.

"Then we will always follow you, no matter where you go, we will follow you until you pay back the money!" Fatty also said viciously.

"Free bodyguards? Okay, then you can follow." Han Feichao glanced upstairs, the depths of the mall were pitch black, and the two security guards and Oriole were not there.

"You..." Scarface gritted his teeth: "We will always be at the door of your store to scare all your customers away."

"It's not my store anyway, it doesn't matter. But you have to be careful. The customers who enter this store in the middle of the night are not necessarily all living people." Han Fei walked up to the fat man and raised his hands, scaring the fat man continuously took two steps back.

"Don't be nervous, I just think it's so cold and you guys are still wearing suits, so it's not easy." Han Fei tried to help Fatty tie the buttons, but after a few tries he gave up: "Did you two see one just now? The clerk comes out?"

"I see, she seems to have gone to the third floor." Fatty replied subconsciously. After he finished speaking, he was glared at by Scar's face, and then he suddenly came to his senses and changed his words immediately: "Hmph, I don't know."

"The third floor sells women's clothing. It seems that things are often dropped there." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, he heard a loud noise, as if something had been thrown from a height.

"This voice also appeared last night! After the two security guards went to check it, it started to become abnormal." Looking at the dark mall, Han Fei waved to the two gangsters: "I'm going to the third floor, you two together?"