My Iyashikei Game

"Pure innocence is the last thing the deep world needs, so that hatred left you here."

"The orphanage on the ground is full of stench and resentment, all the children are malicious, the nurses are expressionless monsters, the house is full of rubbish, and everyone plays the game of killing every day; but the underground is like paradise, in my memory All the normal and beautiful things are hidden here, all around you."

"You should be his sustenance."

Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him. At this moment, he thought of himself. The blood-red memory was imprisoned in the orphanage deep in his mind. Everything he could recall was normal.

"All the good things?" The boy's voice came from the white house, and he did not agree with Han Fei's opinion: "If you are the only one left in your world, even if there are beautiful things around you, but you really Will you be happy?"

Han Fei felt that the boy's words were referring to him, and comparing his heart to his heart, Han Fei himself was in a situation similar to that of the little boy.

The memories of childhood in his mind are not good, but they are not bad, but in order to find the truth, he still chooses to move towards darkness.

False beauty is only a mirror image after all, just like the paintings on the walls of the orphanage. Although they look beautiful, they are just deceiving themselves.

"I can probably understand what you think." Han Fei squatted in front of the white house: "You hope that someone can find you, and now I have found you; you hope that you can see the real world outside, and I can also help you. I'm doing this more to tell you that we're not enemies, we're supposed to be best friends in a sense."

The child in the white house didn't answer for a long time, he seemed to be thinking about what Han Fei said.

"People who were supposed to have a happy childhood are gradually distorted and autistic under their so-called 'cultivation'. You will become like this, staying alone in a white house because of them." Han Fei knew the little white shoes After being a child in an orphanage, the hostility towards this child is not so great. Of course, the main reason is that the three hatreds of the plastic surgery hospital can't be defeated by him, so he wants to divide his opponents.

"My tragedy is because of them?"

"Yes, come out, don't lock yourself in the canvas, the outside world has real scenery, I can take you to see it together." Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him, he didn't know the boy's expression at this time What, he only knew that he didn't lie to the boy in front of him. If the other party was willing to come out of the enclosure, then he would be happy to take the boy to find the real light in the dark night.

The boy didn't answer, and a long time passed until a crack suddenly appeared on the wall, and the screams of the ten fingers could be clearly heard in the house. Only then did the boy make a decision.

"This orphanage is my last resort. If I leave here, all the darkness will pour into my body, and there will be no false thoughts to blind my eyes. I will see the most real and terrifying side of this world... "The boy's voice was shaking: "Do you want to leave here?"

"Would you rather be imprisoned in an artificial paradise, or would you rather be freed from your bondage and go with me to see what's at the end of hell. I can't guarantee your salvation, but I know you'll never get it if you stay here. Redemption." Han Fei kept persuading, and when he was talking to the boy, the white walls began to fall off, and the building shook a few times.

The ten fingers trapped in the painting seemed to start to resist frantically again.

"After I saw you, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if I should be you." The boy's voice changed slightly from before, and he seemed to have finally made up his mind: "There is only one way to get out of here, and that is Kill everyone except me, every child, every teacher, every life here is a part of me, they are all my distractions, everyone has a common number - 024. Only the Kill them all, all my consciousness will return to my body, and I have the possibility to leave this orphanage."

"You can leave after killing everyone?" Han Fei was stunned for a moment.

"I'm the only one here, they're just my wandering thoughts. That's the only way, because I know someone who did just that, and he disappeared into the blood-red night." The boy's voice was innocent. Wu Xie: "Do you think it's cruel? But some of those distractions merge with malice and become monsters that only know how to kill, and some are contaminated by hatred and become vicious lunatics. If you don't care about them, then they will kill more people in the future. many people."

"I don't feel cruel, I just feel these things..." As long as Han Fei thinks about these things, the memory in his mind will be dyed a little bit red.

He seemed to have made such a decision before, and the person who disappeared into the bloody night in the little boy's mouth seemed to be talking about him.

Just listening to the boy say this, Han Fei's heart could no longer be calm, and the wild laughter would appear in his ears from time to time, and the blood-red memory fragments were shaking the entire sea of ​​memory little by little.

"Didn't you let me choose to leave?" Hearing the boy's rhetorical question, Han Fei was silent.

He looked at the white house in front of him, the pure white walls and clean and tidy buildings around him, as if he had returned to a long time ago. He seemed to be standing on the sidelines, looking at his childhood self.

"What are you going to do?"

"I will let my mother kill them. When I was locked underground, only my mother was always by my side. She was my only relative and will always be the one who loves me." The boy's voice just fell, Han Fei heard the horrific voice of the skin being pierced.

He turned his head to look, the tattered puppet tore himself apart

Belly, hidden in a pile of blackened cotton a knife and a pure white heart.

It pierced the little boy's chest without any hesitation. The boy was holding the puppet until the end. When he was killed, there was still a hint of relief on his face: "Mom..."

The blood on the little boy fell on the white house, and the first blood flower bloomed on the pure white house. At the same time, the pure white heart in the puppet's body also had a hint of blood.

Han Fei was still standing in the room full of rooms, and the puppet ran out with the sharp knife.

One after another screams sounded in his ears, and there were blood flowers on the white house. The boy seemed to be preparing to dye the white house red.

All of this is the same as what Han Fei saw in his memory. The feeling of overlapping of memory and reality made him dazed.

The Scarlet Orphanage in the back of his mind swayed with the No. 024 Orphanage in front of him, and the effect of the wild laughter on Han Fei was getting bigger and bigger.

"Is this the bloody night?"

When he walked out of the room, Han Fei looked around. The originally pure white corridor was already full of blood stains.

"Don't chase me! You monster! Don't come here!"

Han Fei followed the puppet forward. He saw a child in white clothes fell to the ground, and the puppet approached with a sharp knife.

The kid was crawling on the ground, grabbing everything around him and smashing it at the puppet.

But those things couldn't do any harm to the puppet. The puppet was already scarred and used to all the pain.

"Monster! Go away!"

The boy shouted loudly, his face full of fear, and the monster came into Han Fei's ears and into the orphanage that was slowly dyeing red.

"monster?"

Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he laughed as if the corners of his mouth would be torn apart.

With his crazy laughter, the memory chains that bound the Scarlet Orphanage tightened again.

The puppet approached in the midst of the sound of the monster, and without hesitation, it stabbed the sharp knife into the boy's body.

The white coat was dyed red, the white shoes were soaked in blood, and there was a blood flower blooming on the white orphanage, like a red flower swaying in the wind.

Walking over the bloodstain, the puppet slapped the door of the entertainment room. It slowly lost patience and smashed the glass on the door with a sharp knife.

The tattered body wrapped the slowly turning red heart, and the puppet climbed into the recreation room with a knife.

"Don't hurt these kids!"

The caregiver kept the two children behind her as she grabbed the wooden horse in the recreation room and stared at the puppet.

The children were crying and the nurses were terrified.

"Why do this! We didn't hurt you! We didn't want to kill you! A lot of what happened was an accident, don't be impulsive, don't go any further!"

The harsh voice of the nurseryman overlapped with a voice in Han Fei's mind, sharp and crying, mixed with fear.

It's so similar, Han Fei seems to have experienced everything that's happening now.

The memory chains in the back of his mind rattled, and Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage walked forward with the puppets in the recreation room.

There was no sympathy and pity in their eyes, and the white hearts on their chests were slowly dyeing red.

"Bang!"

Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage reached out and grabbed the door of the orphanage, and the puppet in the entertainment room raised the sharp knife in his hand.

"You guys run!"

The caregiver asked the orphans to run quickly, she held up the wooden horse toy and waved it laboriously towards the puppet.

The sharp knives kept slashing on the belly of the Trojan horse, and the hideous nicks seemed to be printed directly in Han Fei's eyes.

He had these in his memory! In his memory, the stomach of the Trojan horse in the recreation room of the orphanage was covered with knife marks!

Sawdust flew, and the nurse only lasted for a while before she was killed by a sharp knife. Her blood flowed onto the Trojan horse and seeped into the scars.

Han Fei raised his hand uncontrollably. He reached out to the Trojan horse toy, wondering if he wanted to stop the puppet from continuing to kill, or if he wanted to grab the Trojan horse that was almost identical to his memory.

Without exception, all the children who were seen became corpses. Those faces were reflected in Han Fei's eyes, his pupils kept shaking, and the wild laughter in the back of his mind also slammed into his reason like waves. .

The two memories that he recalled at first only made Han Fei feel pain, but now these scenes awaken the despair deep in his mind.

All the children and teachers in the orphanage are all distractions of No. 024. If he wants to leave here and regain control of his body, he must kill all distractions.

"Could it be that I was like this back then?"

A person is born with various emotions, but the manic laughter imprisoned in the Scarlet Orphanage can only laugh. In order to get out of the cage, did he also kill all other emotions?

"My personality is inclined to the healing system. When my emotions are destroyed, there is a chance that they will slowly recover. Could it be that the original experiment was to let me kill my emotions over and over again?"

"I lost my smile, but the men in the Scarlet Orphanage can't do anything but laugh, we..." Han Fei wanted to think rationally, but his mind was already occupied by laughter.

The figure in the Scarlet Orphanage grabbed the door, and the scene Han Fei saw seemed to stimulate him deeply, and he wanted to come out!

Before playing "Perfect Life"

, Han Fei never imagined that he would encounter such a thing. As the memory in his mind was gradually dyed red, his tough as iron will began to shake.

The wild laughter sounded in his ears, and Han Fei even smelled the pungent smell of blood. Every memory in his mind seemed to turn red!

Looking at the corpses on the ground, after each orphan is killed, their faces will become blurred, and the numbers on their clothes will slowly disappear.

Perhaps it was an illusion. The corpses of the children in Han Fei's eyes began to look more and more like him. Influenced by the blood-red memory in his mind, Han Fei even felt that the slaughtered now was not the distracting thoughts of No. 024, but the constant age group. he.

"Save us! We don't want to die! Can you help us?" The last child left in the underground orphanage ran to Han Fei, his face full of horror and tears.

Seeing the helpless and desperate look of the child, Han Fei subconsciously stretched out his hand, he wanted to protect the child behind him.

There is no reason or reason, he just wants to do it according to his own nature, but his arm is only halfway up and can't fall again.

The wild laughter filled his ears, and there was an unspeakable despair in the hysterical laughter, and Han Fei's behavior was also affected.

Suppressing the wild laughter, when Han Fei finally caught the orphan, the sharp knife had penetrated the opponent's body.

Blood flowed from his heart, and the child stared straight at Han Fei. His wide eyes were filled with Han Fei's most familiar emotion - despair.

This time, Han Fei could see it very clearly. The boy's body temperature was slowly dropping, and his face became more and more like Han Fei's.

The corpse in front of him became a mirror, reflecting Han Fei's forgotten past.

He saw the killed self on the face of the corpse, maybe it was just a distraction, but he did have his own emotions.

The blood splashed on Han Fei's body. It was warm and viscous, and the flowing blood clearly exuded the breath of life, but whenever he saw it, death would always happen.

Han Fei hugged the corpse unconsciously and looked around.

The wild laughter in the Scarlet Orphanage overlapped with Han Fei's sight. When the White Orphanage was completely dyed red, the scene they saw became the same.

"Bang!"

The flowing blood dripped on the grass, and the blood smeared the drawn grass.

As the killing continued, more and more cracks appeared on the walls of the orphanage. Ten Fingers, who had been locked in the painting, saw an opportunity. His cheeks were stuffed into the black fire of hatred.

"When I go out, all of you will die!"

The black fire burned, the paintings on the front wall were distorted, the figure of Ten Fingers gradually became clear, and he walked out of the painting step by step.

Killing intent and hatred are intertwined. Ten fingers use black fire to open the way. The paintings around him have completely changed shape. Every oil painting has become a thin lifeline. They are all wrapped around Ten fingers. To force ten fingers back into the painting.

"It will take a long time to get here from the hospital, right? You have no chance."

Ten fingers stretched his arms into the black fire, and he seemed to be feeding the black fire with himself.

The flames burning hatred became more intense, and when the flames burned to the extreme, the ten fingers let the black fire explode directly!

In a desperate attempt, the black fire instantly destroyed the fictional beauty on the wall, and the underground orphanage also revealed its true appearance.

Cracks spread across the walls, the white walls were stained red, and blood was everywhere. The black fire and foul-smelling blood scattered above the head kept spilling, as if black flowers withered in the rain of blood.

"Blood night!"

Looking at everything in front of him, Han Fei's mind flashed countless pictures of memories that he had never had before. Unfamiliar faces appeared one after another, and they died tragically on the spot in various ways.

Han Fei couldn't stand firm, and his only remaining rationality thought of a sentence - only the most desperate people can own a black box.

The mind was completely engulfed in blood red, and the blood-colored orphanage that had been pressed in the deepest part of the mind was slowly emerging.

Han Fei's good soul, evil soul and childhood memories are dragging the three chains desperately. They support Han Fei's own personality. Kindness makes Han Fei understand love and tolerance, and maliciousness makes Han Fei kill decisively without being hurt. The only remaining memory taught Han Fei to work hard to pursue happiness and light.

In the past, these three remnants could help Han Fei suppress the wild laughter deep in his mind, but on this day, when a scene similar to a bloody night appeared in front of Han Fei's eyes, his memory buried in the deepest part of his mind was touched.

The despair that has been avoided by forgetting all along is pouring out like a flood that bursts a levee.

"Han Fei!"

The altar was opened, and ghosts surrounded Han Fei. Those cold and terrifying ghosts looked at Han Fei with worry.

"It turns out that you guys are also here." Ten Finger closed his eyes, as if he was sensing the surroundings. After he was sure that there was no other hatred around him, his reopened eyes were full of killing intent.

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible." Li Xian stared coldly at Ten Fingers: "You were seriously injured in the department store, and most of the hatred dissipated; Absorb it, plus just now you forcibly consumed all the black fire of hatred in order to leave the oil painting. You who have lost the black fire of hatred are no different from top-level resentment."

The current state of Shizhi is very poor, but hatred is still hatred after all. Li Xian wanted to make Shizhi retreat, but he still underestimated the insidiousness and viciousness of Shizhi.

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You're right. I can't ignite the black fire of hatred in a short period of time. It's really no different from the more powerful resentment, but even so, I have no problem killing a few of you. There was a trace of greed in Ten Finger's eyes, and he looked at the paper house in the depths of the room that was about to be completely dyed red: "I want to eat you all." "

A hideous smile appeared on his ugly face, the two faces on Shizhi's body slowly shattered, and two extremely uncoordinated arms grew out of his shoulders.

More terrifying things are yet to come. All the remaining face marks on Shizhi's body began to dissolve, and more and more things began to grow on his body.

Those limbs almost wrapped him into a flesh ball, which looked extremely weird.

"I will print your faces on your chest, so that you will never be freed for eternity!"

Shizhi's body is swelling, and the black fire in his heart has almost been extinguished, but the remaining trace of resentment will still cause great harm to resentment.

No matter how the owners of the dead building attacked, it would be difficult to hurt the vital points of the ten fingers, but as long as they were touched by the ten fingers, the soul would be torn off a large piece.

What's worse is that Ten Finger's recovery ability is extremely strong. He put the torn soul fragments directly into his mouth to restore the trauma he suffered.

"Stop him!"

All the neighbors spontaneously protected Han Fei at the back, and Li Xianhe Kui first used their abilities to influence Shizhi, but there was a gap between resentment and hatred, and their talents were difficult to work on Shizhi.

"Xu Qin, take Han Fei back first, he's in a very bad state!"

The neighbors almost used their bodies to fight for Han Fei, but Shi Zhi had already seen that Han Fei was the core, and he himself had a special hatred for Han Fei.

Whether in the shrine world or in the deep world, Han Fei has destroyed his good deeds. If only one person could be killed at the scene, Ten Fingers would definitely choose Han Fei.

"Occupy your body, there should be a chance to take it back to the shrine!" Ten fingers' huge body rushed towards Han Fei. He hid his only remaining hatred in one of his arms. As long as he attacked with all his strength, ordinary resentment would immediately disappear. , couldn't even stop a single blow.

Seeing the ten fingers rushing in, Xu Qin pushed Han Fei away, and the most malicious curse poured out from the knife in her hand.

"Step aside!"

The arms on Shizhi's body were entangled and grabbed towards Xu Qin, and the hatred arm directly held Xu Qin's knife.

The curse could not immediately hurt the hatred, and Xu Qin was smashed to the ground.

The blood containing the curse made Xu Qin's lips even redder. She stared at Shizhi's body and stabbed a knife into her body.

"I really want to taste the taste of hatred."

The curse is like the most bizarre pattern, along the flowing blood, appearing all over Xu Qin's body.

When the last knife pierced, Xu Qin's reason was completely engulfed by the curse, hundreds of different curses were intertwined on her body, and at this moment, the ten fingers had to turn back.

"Take Han Fei first!"

Xu Qin's voice rang in the underground orphanage, and the neighbors' shouts kept coming into his ears. Han Fei was standing in the rain of blood. This red-stained orphanage was very similar to the bloody night in memory, but it was different. There are some differences.

In that desperate night, he was alone and could only hear his own voice.

But on this night, there are countless people waiting for him.

Crazy laughter sounded in his mind, and the corners of Han Fei's mouth began to rise slowly. He didn't know why he killed before, but he now knows the meaning of his killing.

The bloody memory was like a wave, constantly engulfing him. He struggled with all his strength. Occasionally, when he woke up, he saw Xu Qin whose body was pierced by a knife. cry.

"That bloody night will never come again."

Under the impact of a lot of bloody memories and despair, Han Fei made a choice.

Deep in his mind, the Evil Soul, who desperately grabbed the memory chain, understood it, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes full of evil.

"Since everyone is the same soul, why should they be bound?"

Under Han Fei's gesture, the Soul of Evil loosened his grip on the memory chain.

The good soul and childhood memories were instantly shaken by the chains, and Han Fei's mind turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Crazy laughter came from Han Fei's mind, and the bloody figure standing in the orphanage looked somewhere, and his face slowly became clear.

At the same time, an exaggerated smile appeared on Han Fei's mouth. When he opened his eyes again, there was no kindness and tenderness in his eyes, nor pain and despair.