My Iyashikei Game

"Are you awake? Did the medicine take effect so quickly?" The doctor surnamed Fu walked to the bedside. He saw that Han Fei had woken up, and his expression was a little surprised.

Compared to the doctor, the middle-aged woman had a bigger reaction. She hurried to Han Fei's side and stretched out her hands to check Han Fei's condition.

The hands were gouged, and the wound was deep. The middle-aged woman also noticed this. After she remembered what the doctor said just now, she quickly retracted her hands again.

"It seems that he has calmed down." Dr. Fu waved at the nurse, who untied the restraint belt on Han Fei's body and gave Han Fei freedom.

"There are no problems with blood routine, urine routine, cranial MRI, and EEG. Now it can be ruled out that he is a head injury and other organic diseases. It doesn't make much sense to stay here, and I have to pay hospital fees every day. I personally suggest that you take him home first." Dr. Fu is a very good person, and he is very considerate of the patient and the patient's family: "The effect of home treatment may be better, after all, it is the environment he is familiar with, which can reduce the The fear in him..."

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Fu." The middle-aged woman repeatedly thanked.

Han Fei, who was lying on the hospital bed, also heard the three words of Dr. Fu. A certain nerve in his brain seemed to be touched, and his eyes moved to Dr. Fu.

It was obviously the first time he met, but Han Fei always felt that the other party wanted to kill him, and that kind-hearted face seemed to show a sinister and vicious expression in the next second.

"He didn't want to save me, he wanted to kill me!"

A thought emerged, Han Fei struggled to sit up from the hospital bed, he had to escape as soon as possible.

"Take him home, have a good conversation with him, remember to pay attention to the things I explained, and then take the medicine on time." Dr. Fu comforted the middle-aged woman, and then left with the nurse.

It wasn't until the doctor walked out of the ward that Han Fei's nervousness eased.

"Han Fei..." The middle-aged woman sat beside the bed. She knew that her child was very dangerous. Even though she was attacked not long ago, she still sat in the place closest to Han Fei.

"Han Fei?" Han Fei repeated the name, which should be his own name, but he couldn't remember anything other than this name.

"You stay here first, and I'll go through the discharge procedures for you." The middle-aged woman walked to the closet and took out Han Fei's own clothes: "I'll be back soon."

The woman left, and only Han Fei was left in the ward. He bowed his head blankly, looked at his palm, and looked at the circle of fingerprints.

"Me, Han Fei?"

There was a creaking sound above his head, and Han Fei was attracted by the sound. Looking up, the fan in the hospital ward was constantly turning.

The Adam's apple rolled, Han Fei kept staring at the fan, his face gradually turned pale.

He always felt that the fan would fall in the next moment, and the high-speed rotating metal fan blades would cut his neck and cut off his head.

His fingers were a little stiff, Han Fei moved his body, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and squatted beside the hospital bed.

The fan was still turning, the switch was far away from here, Han Fei kept staring at the fan, the cold sweat on his cheeks became more and more, it seemed unsafe to hide by the bed, and he hid under the hospital bed again.

Curled up, Han Fei became more and more uneasy looking at the empty ward.

He didn't remember anything, and it seemed like he was the only one left here.

His breathing became rapid, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and his inner uneasiness was slowly amplified. When he was about to lose his breath, the middle-aged woman who ran out just now came back.

"Han Fei?"

Holding the discharge certificate in her hand, the middle-aged woman saw Han Fei at once. She pushed the hospital bed away and helped Han Fei up.

"The doctor said your illness is not a big problem, you don't need to think too much, just rest for a while." The middle-aged woman helped Han Fei get dressed. She supported Han Fei with one hand and held a large Pocket daily necessities: "Take your time."

The middle-aged woman accompanied Han Fei out of the ward. When they came to the first floor, there was a strange sound from upstairs, as if something had happened.

When he walked out of the hospital, the loud noise hit him instantly, and Han Fei stepped back several steps in a row.

"It's okay, I will protect you."

Under the guidance of the middle-aged woman, Han Fei walked out of the hospital again, his eyes were shaking, his eyes were constantly attracted by the sound, and he looked at different things, and every nerve was tensed.

"Relax, don't think too much." The woman patted Han Fei's back lightly, and she let Han Fei walk on the sidewalk for an internal test, and walked outside by herself.

His mind was blank, Han Fei couldn't remember anything, and everything around him gave him deep fear.

Maybe a car passing by will suddenly lose control and hit him; maybe some car will suddenly stop beside him, and then the people in the car will get out and take him away; or maybe at this moment, not far behind him Someone was following him.

Every step is difficult to take, and this strange world seems to leave him with only endless fear.

"Come on, go home slowly." The middle-aged woman grabbed Han Fei's hand and patiently accompanied Han Fei.

She didn't urge or speak in a tougher tone. If Han Fei stood still, she would also stop.

It took almost forty minutes for the middle-aged woman to bring Han Fei to the gate of a community.

This community is very old and big, with several towers next to each other, giving people a very depressing feeling.

Han Fei is in front of the gate of the community

After stopping, he looked at the old residential buildings, always feeling that those buildings would collapse towards him at any time, burying him alive inside.

"Han Fei, when you're home, you'll be home soon."

The word home came into his ears, and Han Fei slowly turned his head to look at the woman. After hesitating for a moment, he followed the middle-aged woman into the community.

"Morning! Are you taking your child to work again?" The community security guard was a round-faced fat man in his thirties. He was very enthusiastic and greeted everyone he saw.

"It's already off work." The middle-aged woman replied with a smile, and then walked into the No. 4 family building with Han Fei.

The woman seemed to know that Han Fei never took the elevator, so she pushed open the door of the safe passage and led Han Fei up the stairs.

The noise of the outside world gradually disappeared, and Han Fei slowly became quiet.

They went up to the ninth floor and stopped at the door of room 4904.

The key was inserted into the keyhole, and the sound of the door lock turning made Han Fei a little uncomfortable. He looked at the number, and an inexplicable urge to escape appeared in his heart.

"When you get home, stop standing outside."

"This... is not my home." Han Fei slowly opened his chapped lips and said in a low voice.

The middle-aged woman gently grabbed Han Fei's arm. She didn't refute Han Fei's words, but comforted her softly: "Take a good rest, don't think too much, and let yourself go."

Entering the house, Han Fei scanned the room vigilantly.

In the crowded living room, all kinds of furniture are piled up, and there are two sets of torn doll clothes placed near the door. It seems that someone in this family is an actor who plays a doll in the paradise.

"Go back to your room and rest, I'll go get the meal right away." The middle-aged woman closed the door. She saw that Han Fei was still standing there, as if she had forgotten where her room was: "Here it is. , it's alright, it'll be alright."

Han Fei's bedroom was in the deepest part of the room. There were various things in it, and it looked a little messy.

Usually Han Fei doesn't seem to like others entering his room, so the middle-aged woman left after seeing Han Fei enter the room.

In this home, the innermost bedroom is Han Fei's own space.

Sitting dumbly on the bed, everything around him didn't give Han Fei any familiar feeling. He stroked the sheets and saw the manuscript paper thrown on the bed.

Reach out and unfold it, where the beginning of a script is written.

"That day, I found that all the stories I wrote had become reality."

"The first story ten years ago was the closet."

"Whenever I stand with my back to the closet, the closet door always opens a gap, and I know there's a person hiding inside."

Just after reading the first sentence, Han Fei immediately turned his head and looked behind him.

Next to the single bed is the closet, which is very close to his desk. Whenever he is lying on the desk and writing, the closet is behind him.

Getting up, Han Fei opened the closet door, and there were only a few clothes and boxes of old books inside.

"Book?"

Han Fei stretched out his hand and took out a book to read. The book was about basic performances.

He forgot everything, but he felt familiar with what was told in the book, and he even felt that he would relax his expression along with it.

"Am I an actor?" Han Fei turned to look at the doll suit by the door of the living room: "Cartoon puppet actor in Paradise?"

Dragging the cardboard box, Han Fei wanted to take out the book box, but the clothes hanging in the closet seemed to be blown by the wind and suddenly shook.

Han Fei's movements froze. He stared at the clothes in the closet, as if he realized something, and kept going backwards until his back hit the window.

The room was silent, and the clothes in the closet stopped shaking.

Listening to the whistling wind outside, Han Fei turned his head and glanced behind him.

The position of the windowsill is a bit low, and the concrete floor downstairs seems to be constantly enlarged in Han Fei's eyes. At this time, it seems that someone comes over and pushes him lightly, and he will fall directly onto the concrete floor.

His breathing gradually became heavy. Han Fei grabbed the window sill with both hands, and blue veins appeared on the back of his hands. He felt that it was not the first time that he had stood here. In his mind, it seemed that he fell to the ground in different postures again and again!

The corpse was in various poses on the hard gray concrete floor, and blood was constantly flowing around. The corpse on the ground seemed to move in this way!

There was a tingling pain in the brain, and Han Fei shouted out a sentence: "This is not the first time I have died!"

"Han Fei?"

The middle-aged woman in the kitchen hurried over, and she quickly pulled Han Fei away from the window and closed the thick curtains.

"Han Fei, don't think too much, just take a good rest."