My Iyashikei Game

Since Han Fei came to this department store, two night-shift security guards, one disappeared and the other died mysteriously. Colleagues around him were either hospitalized or kidnapped. Basically, everyone who spoke to him had more or less problems.

"When I first arrived at the mall, I still had a partner I could communicate with. It's only been a few days, and I'm the only one left in the whole mall. I don't know if it's my fate or their bad luck."

Parking in the center of the shopping mall lobby, Han Fei looked up and saw a strip of advertising ribbons hanging from a height. There was no wind in the mall, but they were twisting in the dark.

"They look deformed, much like this world."

Lifting the cloth bag, Han Fei walked up the elevator floor by floor. Every time he reached the floor, the temperature of the entire floor would drop, as if something in the dark was awakened.

Of course, Han Fei doesn't have such a big "charm" himself. The problem lies in the photos in his cloth bag.

"It seems that the store owner built the shrine at the bottom of the mall is not accidental. He should have wanted to use the shrine to quell the people who were killed by him."

On the third floor, Han Fei noticed the abnormality the moment he stepped out of the elevator.

All the models in the store stood facing him, and there seemed to be countless eyes looking at him in the dark.

"A good actor will become the focus wherever he goes." Han Fei put on the uniform that had been soaked in well water again. Although the resentful well water would cause him pain, it could also prevent ghosts from approaching.

Quickening his pace, Han Fei walked towards the store where the woman had appeared in his memory. He was just halfway there when he suddenly found a person standing in the aisle opposite him.

The man maintained the same speed as him, hunched his back, his body was extremely uncoordinated, and it looked very strange.

"Peace is the most precious thing. I won't provoke you. I hope you won't come to trouble me either."

Han Fei walked through the first store. In addition to his own figure on the window glass, there was a red dress walking behind him.

In the dark aisle of the mall, a big red dress quietly followed behind a man.

In such a strange scene, Han Fei felt that there was no need to turn back. Many people followed him before, but those people never returned home.

"There are only dummies in the No. 1 and No. 2 stores. The No. 3 store is where the Oriole accident happened. The last time the mall owner's wife tried on clothes in the No. 4 women's clothing store."

Han Fei only worked in the mall for a short time, but he remembered the locations of all the shops in the mall.

Pushing open the door of the No. 4 women's clothing store, there is a faint scent of perfume in the air. This store is the most high-end women's clothing store on the third floor. Even if the woman has died, her appreciation level is still high. From this, it can be indirectly inferred that the other party at least There is still a trace of memories.

What Han Fei has to do now is to use the skirt in his hand to make the seeds of memory in the woman's mind germinate and re-bloom the flowers of humanity.

I found that Han Fei entered the store, followed his red clothes, and the figures on the other side of the corridor all stopped in place.

It is clear at a glance who is the most terrifying existence on the third floor.

There was a rustling sound in the artistically decorated store. It didn't look like the sound of changing clothes at all. It seemed that someone was constantly scratching the skin.

Following the sound, Han Fei found that the curtains in all the fitting rooms in the store were moving, as if there were people hiding in each compartment.

"Compared with the last time I came in, this store seems to be even more gloomy. It seems that those who died in the mall will become more and more crazy as time goes by."

The things fished out from the well were Han Fei's support, and he bravely entered the store.

Holding the cloth bag with his fingers, Han Fei first looked at the huge fitting mirror outside the fitting room.

The night is like ink flowing on the mirror surface, with a strong sense of unease.

Han Fei in the mirror turned into a blurry shadow, and he wasn't even sure if the person in the mirror was himself.

"It seems that since I entered the memory world, I haven't looked in the mirror well. Every time I pass by the mirror, I always feel that the person in the mirror is not me. When I want to see the face in the mirror clearly, I feel That face was unfamiliar and vague."

Han Fei felt as if he had forgotten something: "Why do I care so much about mirrors?"

The longer he lives in the shrine memory world, the easier it is to be assimilated by this world and become a part of the shrine world, but Han Fei does not seem to be affected by this world, and all his memories are not lost.

It felt as if another person helped him bear the curse of the shrine world, and silently endured all the negative states for Han Fei.

His eyes stayed on the mirror, and Han Fei walked towards the mirror step by step, but just as he approached, the mirror suddenly made a crisp sound, and cracks appeared on it.

The marks were like scars, and what was even weirder was that the cracks were still bleeding.

When his fingers touched the blood flowing from the mirror, Han Fei vaguely remembered something: "Besides me and Shizhi, there should be an outsider, but I can't remember what he looks like."

There were more and more cracks on the mirror surface, and Han Fei in the mirror was torn apart. When the mirror was about to shatter completely, Han Fei in the mirror raised his hand.

Han Fei kept his original posture and stood still, but he was dipped in blood in the mirror, trying to write something on the broken mirror.

But his approach seemed to break some rules. The moment his fingers touched the mirror, the fitting mirror was completely shattered.

The lenses are flying like a glass rain.

The loud cracking sound officially broke the calm night of the shopping mall, and the yin wafted out from the corner and condensed into frost on the window of the women's clothing store.

The curtain on the door of the fitting room stopped swinging, and in this extremely oppressive silence, one hand lifted the curtain of the fitting room.

The blood from the scar stained the blue skirt on the body, and the black hair fell to the waist, as if trying to block the penetrating wound on the chest and abdomen.

The woman stepped on a piece of clothing, and each piece of clothing was extremely delicate, but those were not what she wanted.

Walking forward, the clothes stained with her blood were all cursed in some way, just like the people lying on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the woman had stopped in front of Han Fei, her drooping head slowly lifted, and with the horrific sound of twisted bones, those scarlet eyes looked at Han Fei through the gap between the black hair.

"I found your skirt for you."

Taking out the red dress from the cloth bag, Han Feibi pointed at the woman's shoulder: "This is the most suitable dress for you in the world, and it is all the beauty that the world owes you."

Taking the red skirt out of the cloth bag, an indescribable terrifying aura began to spread in the women's clothing store, as if there was no end, first sweeping the third floor, and then hitting the ground directly.

Pushing aside the woman's black hair, Han Fei saw a face distorted by hatred. That face was extremely terrifying and terrifying, but there was no disgust or disgust in Han Fei's eyes, only regret.

"The person who pushed you down the well became Shahe's most respected boss. He stepped on top of piles of corpses, but considered himself a philanthropist." Han Fei handed the red dress to the woman: "This black and white upside-down world needs Let's correct it together, what is right and what is wrong, you should know better than me."

After the red skirt approached the woman, a line full of strange symbols appeared on the skirt. The line penetrated the wound on the woman's chest and abdomen, and was directly entangled with her soul.

If the red dress is not taken back, the woman will be bound by wells and shrines, and will never be born again.

All those who are pushed into the well, their souls are clearly marked and become the private property of the shrine. Only by entering the well and taking out the items left in the well can help them find their freedom.

In fact, even this can't completely get rid of the bondage, it will still be affected by the shrine.

Once a transaction is done, it cannot be changed unless someone can destroy the shrine and start over.

The red skirt is elegant and delicate, but there is still well water condensed from resentment on it.

When Han Fei took out the skirt, the woman and all the alienated clothes in the store stopped in place.

The drops of water dripped, and the woman's hand slowly moved away from the wound on her chest and abdomen, and she took the skirt handed by Han Fei.

The well water seemed to pierce her skin like a poisonous needle, but she didn't care at all, her pale arms were shaking violently while grasping her skirt, and a frantic smile gradually appeared on her face twisted by hatred.

The blue clothes on his body were washed away by blood, and Han Fei immediately looked away. About a few seconds later, the landlord's ring suddenly issued a warning. When Han Fei turned his head again, a man with a height of nearly three meters and black hair covering the ground. A woman in a weird red dress stood in front of him.

The dark red skirt covered the wounds on the woman's chest and abdomen. She matched this skirt incomparably well, as if the skirt was made to be worn by her.

All the blood stains were branded on the skirt, which became a cruel decoration. The woman was madly absorbing the yin qi in the entire shopping mall. Her skin and face slowly returned to normal, and there was a trace of light in her scarlet eyes.

It is difficult for people and ghosts in the memory world to divide their strength according to the standards of the deep world. Han Fei can only roughly guess their strength based on the degree of their alienation.

If a six-fingered child is used as a reference, then this woman with a height of nearly three meters has at least ten times the strength of the opponent.

Bearing the huge pressure brought by the woman, Han Fei silently waited for the other party to vent his anger.

He had a good idea, but he obviously underestimated the hatred that women had accumulated over the years, and even more underestimated the yin qi contained in the mall itself.

"Snapped!"

The window glass shattered, and Han Fei glanced outside the store.

With just one glance, his cold sweat broke out.

In the dark shopping mall, figures walked out from the depths of the store wearing blood-stained clothes. They stood at the edge of the aisle on each floor and stared at the open space in the middle of the shopping mall.

"What do they want to do?"

Han Fei's doubts were quickly answered. The woman who was nearly three meters tall walked past him and stepped on the guardrail on the third floor.

The tall ghost figure glanced down at Han Fei, with a cruel and desolate smile on her face.

The red dress fell, and then the woman jumped down, and what happened next made Han Fei, a well-informed man, feel his scalp tingling.

Those figures who stayed at the edge of each floor aisle, like autumn leaves, jumped down one by one!

It fell silently, leaving only a blooming blood flower on the ground.

The woman stood in that sea of ​​flowers, madly absorbing all the hatred and pain.

The people who jumped down were like a rain. The mall had been shrouded in clouds for too long. This rain of blood seemed to be the self-release and catharsis of all souls.

"It's not very good." Han Fei just returned the skirt to the woman. He felt that he had just done a trivial thing, but he didn't expect to cause unimaginable consequences.

The wife of the mall owner was the first person to die in this department store, and probably the mall owner pushed in.

The first person in the well, she has the deepest resentment and hatred, she bears the initial pain, and is also the beginning of all despair.

"The window glass on the entire third floor is damaged. What excuse am I going to make tomorrow?"

Han Fei looked at the center of the shopping mall, and he soon realized that his layout was small. The woman's goal was not to destroy the shopping mall, but the underground shrine!

The figures fell to the ground like rain, and Han Fei even saw the figures of the two security guards inside. The living people turned into raindrops of resentment at this moment.

What Han Fei didn't expect was that most of the figures did it voluntarily, and they seemed to have reached a consensus in countless dark nights.

Blood flowers bloom, blood flows to form rhizomes, and they intertwin with each other, weaving a well in the open space in the center of the mall!

The woman wearing a red dress stood at the mouth of the well. The moment the rain stopped, she started frantically attacking the ground in the center of the mall.

It wasn't even on the hour, but the big bell at the top of the mall kept beeping, and a phantom of a shrine faintly appeared under the blood-colored well.

Han Fei had seen this scene in the hallucination of the owner of the shrine, but it was different from the situation at the time. Everyone in the mall did not stand with the shrine, but wanted to destroy the shrine together!

"No matter how scary the hallucination is, it's just an hallucination. Fortunately, I wasn't frightened by the fake scene."

What he saw in front of his eyes was the truth. Han Fei knew that tonight was an opportunity. He took out the death knife and went downstairs quietly.

The door of the shrine's phantom was half-open, and the woman stood in the center of the blood well, constantly hitting the shrine with her completely alienated body.

"Let me help you."

Han Fei found that there were several key nodes on the blood-colored well. The skeleton of the blood well was composed of several employees of the thrift store, the man who drowned, the old man kneeling in front of the shrine, and the female staff with ropes tied to their limbs. .

Opening the cloth bag, Han Fei returned the three corresponding photos to them.

The blood well instantly became more real, and the blood flowing in it seemed to wash down the entire mall at any time.

The death knell at the top of the mall was sounded, and angry roars came from the shrine beneath the mall.

"I always thought that the shrine was invincible, and I always felt that only I wanted to destroy the shrine. Now it seems that the reason why I have such an idea is completely misled by the owner of the mall."

The phantom of the shrine began to shake, the door of the gods opened, and one hand, like a blooming flower on the other side, grabbed directly at the woman.

The two sides were deadlocked, but as the blood well dried up, the woman was slowly pulled towards the inside of the shrine.

After all, she still couldn't escape her fate, and could only keep making a piercing scream.

"I can't seem to help them by staying here."

Going backwards, Han Fei returned to the thrift store, and a very good idea came to his mind.

"All the deceased are fighting against the phantom of the shrine. The shrine body in the underground warehouse should not have much ability to protect itself."

Stealing home has become a habit of Han Fei, and he wants to try even if it is dangerous.

Opening the shutter, Han Fei did not obey the order of the mall owner. He entered the underground warehouse after 0:00.

The temperature of the warehouse, which was like an ice cellar just now, is now back to normal. Han Fei entered the deepest part of the warehouse with the reincarnation knife, and he lifted the black cloth covering the shrine.

"I used to feel uncomfortable just getting close to the shrine, but now it feels no different to a delicate wooden box."

A smile slowly appeared on Han Fei's face: "If you want to destroy a god, you must first destroy his shrine, so that the world no longer believes in his existence."

Picking up the tool hammer leaning against the shrine, Han Fei did what the owner of the shrine always wanted to do.

"I don't believe in God or fate. If everything is destined, then I'll smash them all!"

The tool hammer was another choice that did not exist in the memory of the shrine owner. At this time, Han Fei raised this "choice" high, and with the shrine owner's endless remorse, he slammed into the shrine!

"Bang!"

Sawdust was flying, blood was flowing, and the shrine was like a monster that was full of blood.

Seizing the opportunity, Han Fei kept waving the tool hammer in his hand, and the blood from the shrine splashed all over him.

The shrine wanted to tempt Han Fei to make a deal, and Han Fei directly wanted the old life of the shrine. It was like the devil met the devil, and it felt like a match.

There was a faint scream in his ear, but Han Fei didn't dare to stop.

Rare opportunity, must seize!

The top of the shrine was smashed through, and the time of the entire memory world seemed to stop for a second.

Just when Han Fei was about to make persistent efforts to completely overturn the shrine, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly appeared.

Not daring to have any hesitation, Han Fei quickly retreated, this underground warehouse is absolutely not allowed to stay.

The ground was shaking, and the water in the underground well rose wildly.

Han Fei was also decisive. His speed was amazing, and he escaped from the warehouse before the power completely returned to the shrine.

At the same time, the sound of ding dong and ding dong sounded, and an old lady entered the store with an umbrella and a smelly package.

As usual, she went straight to the innermost shrine of the store.

"Grandma! Your son is not in the shrine!"

A hole in the underground shrine was smashed, triggering a chain reaction, and this thrift store cannot stay.

No time to explain to the old man in detail, Han Fei directly carried the old man and rushed out of the old goods

shop.

Before the old lady who had just entered the store could react, she was picked up by Han Fei and ran to the mall lobby at a very fast speed.

The wind ruffled her hair, she wanted to say something, but after opening her mouth, cold wind kept pouring in.

"Grandma, the picture of your child is with me! You will be reunited soon!"

Han Fei comforted the old lady casually, and then went straight to the woman in the red dress.

The shrine was destroyed by himself, and there should be no power to continue suppressing the ghosts in the mall in a short time.

When he rushed to the center of the mall, the battle was over, the blood on the ground became blurred, and only the woman in the red dress and the three employees of the thrift store remained in the entire open space.

They were extremely weak at this time, and part of the blood well was branded on their mutilated bodies. After paying a huge price, they seemed to have escaped the control of the shrine.

"Get out of here first!"

Han Fei took out a wishing jar from the inventory, and invited the three employees of the thrift store into it. Then he endured his bitter grievance and approached the woman in the red dress.

"I destroyed the shrine, please believe me again, maybe I can bring you true freedom."

The woman in the red skirt is the strongest, and most of the dead in the mall have become the lines on her skirt. It can be said that she has gathered everyone's hatred.

Han Fei looked at each other with incomparable sincerity. After the strange noises kept coming from the ground, the woman no longer hesitated and entered the wishing jar.

After sealing the filling, Han Fei ran outside the store, and the system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Player number 0000, please pay attention! You have completed the pre-task of Hidden Profession Guifu, and after hurting the three resentments, you still succeeded in gaining their trust! Do you want to start the next stage of Guifu's quest?"

"no!"

Han Fei ran desperately, not daring to turn his head back: "Butcher is outrageous enough, who dares to touch the profession of Guifu?"

"Players with number 0000, please pay attention! Hidden Occupation Bravery is an extremely rare occupation. Having this occupation will make your life experience more perfect, enrich your experience, promote your reflection on human nature, and unlock exclusive personal abilities. Increase your attraction to resentment and hatred of the opposite sex. Do you want to start the next stage of the mission?"

"No! I just believed your nonsense to get to where I am now!"

Han Fei ran with all his strength and sprang out of the department store like a ghost.

The sound of rain came into his ears, and Han Fei looked up. The night sky in the memory world of the shrine was like a big hole, and it suddenly poured rain.

"The sky was so clear the other day, why did it rain so much all of a sudden? Could it be because I smashed the top of the shrine open?"

Han Fei remembered Shizhi and they had said that destroying the shrine would have a great impact on this memory world.

"The memory world has changed, does that mean that certain things that were originally destined will also change?"

Carrying the old lady on his back and holding the wishing jar, Han Fei looked at the city swept away by the rainstorm, and his mind gradually became more active.

"The mall has become a mess, and I smashed the shrine. It doesn't make any sense to stay here. It's better to find out his weakness as soon as possible while the mall owner is tracking Shizhi."

In the night of the memory world, everything will be alienated and very dangerous, but Han Fei discovered one thing a long time ago.

The old lady and Wang Ping'an could walk freely at night, and the two of them didn't seem to be targeted by those monsters.

"Grandma, can you do me a little favor?"