My Iyashikei Game

"If it is completely blocked, wouldn't the last escape route for those 'ghosts' be cut off? Their obsessions can no longer be let go, and they can never be liberated." Han Fei's thinking mode is very strange, he thought of it at the first time It's not how he should get out, but from the perspective of a "ghost".

"Even if there is no isolation, do you think those ghosts can be put down? Most people in this world are irrational, and despair is an emotion that will continue to spread. If the deep world and this city are not completely disconnected Contact, the tragedy of straying into the deep world like you will continue to happen." The old man drew blood red eyes on the paper man: "Don't you three feel hopeless enough? If it's not fear and fear, why are you? In a hurry to leave?"

"Injecting despair and negative emotions all the time, there will definitely be ghosts that no one can imagine in the deep world you mentioned. At that time, the city will probably usher in a real disaster." Han Fei still insisted on his own ideas: " You should know one thing better than me, they used to be human, and maybe your family was among them."

The old man's hand failed to control the strength and pierced the paper figurine's eyeball. After a pause, he raised his head and looked at Han Fei: "You are just a special case. For most people, the better choice is to block it completely."

"not necessarily."

"The two people next to you are your companions, you can ask them what their options are." The old man changed his pen-holding position and began to rummage through the scraps of paper, trying to remedy the paper man's eyes.

"If the price of complete isolation is to never see my mother again, then I will not agree." Xiaoyou held her mother's mobile phone. Although she was on the verge of collapse and was injured, she still spoke decisively. .

"I..." Xiao Jia has been living alone, he seems to have remembered something and didn't speak for the first time.

The three people entered the mythical creature, and as a result, the three living people did not seem to agree with the old man's opinion, which the old man did not expect.

"It's normal to not be able to forget the past, but if one wants to move forward, one should learn to let go..."

"Then have you put it down yourself?" Han Fei sat in front of the old man: "Those surnamed Fu seem to want to kill me, but you are different. If you really let go, then you shouldn't show up either. it's here."

The old man buried his head in repairing the paper man's eyeballs and ignored Han Fei.

"You don't want to reveal my past, so can you tell me who you are? They are all surnamed Fu, only you told me your full name, you are different from them, you should be the only voice in your heart that questions yourself! When Han Fei finished saying this, he was very surprised. Those words seemed to have been held back for a long time, and finally found the opportunity to speak after countless reincarnations of life and death.

"I'm just a paper maker, and it's not as complicated as you think." The old man made up for a long time, but he didn't fix the paper man's eyes: "It seems that things that don't belong to me can't be forced."

He threw the paper figure on the garbage pile at the door, and stood up with his arms propped up on the seat: "You have never experienced true fear and despair, so you have such an idea that it is indeed wrong to completely block the deep world and reality. Yes, if it is possible, I would prefer to completely destroy the deep world and not give those despairs a chance to take root."

The old man started coughing violently without warning, Han Fei wanted to get close, but he waved his hand: "Stay in the city and have a look, look at the past, look at the future, look at your own heart, I Looking forward to your choice."

"what do you mean?"

"The reason for everything is in this city. Try to live. I hope you don't let down my last perseverance and kindness."

The soul bell at the door rang, and the old man seemed to have said something offensive. His face became even paler, and he waved his hand to interrupt Han Fei, who was about to interrupt, and continued as if he was in a hurry: "You have to be careful five in this city. There are people with the surname Fu, people who laugh wildly, people in Paradise, people who believe in ghosts and gods and various rituals, and people who love you."

"People who love me?"

"People surnamed Fu want to kill you, people who laugh wildly want to occupy you, people in Paradise will hunt down all players who break the rules, guys who believe in ghosts and gods will take you as a sacrifice, and those who love you are deceiving you, Because there is no one who loves you in this city." The old man's cough became more and more violent: "There are two exits in the depths of Paradise, one leads to the way to leave, and the other leads to it."

"It?" Han Fei felt that the old man's condition was very poor. When he said these words, his body became even older.

"Don't ask, there are some things that can't be said." The old man covered the blood from the corner of his mouth and hurriedly walked towards the back room.

Before closing the bedroom door, he pointed back at the garbage dump: "For the first time, you can choose one thing in my store, it may be able to change your bad situation."

The old man avoided in such a hurry, leaving Han Fei and the three standing in the house.

The constantly ringing soul bell is very scary, and the three living people are a little flustered.

"I feel like something is coming! Let's hide now!" Xiao Jia urged.

"Wait." Han Fei thought about the last words the old man said: "It's really strange, when I first met him, he seemed to have given me the same thing, and it was that thing that completely changed me. ."

"Big brother! Don't worry about it anymore! Shall we hide in the pile of paper figures first?" Xiao Jia picked up the huge paper figure with a human head as a backbone: "How about we take the biggest paper figure? Burn it It's stylish, and it's long and unconventional, and it is estimated that Yan Wangye will shake his head when he sees it."

"He's referring to the garbage dump." Han Fei came to the door and picked up the paper figurine that the old man had repaired for a long time and finally discarded.

One eye: "I always feel like he kept it for me on purpose."

Countless people surnamed Fu in the city wanted to kill Han Fei, but this paper maker who lived at the intersection of yin and yang was different. Han Fei didn't know whether he came to know because of fate or because of advance arrangements.

Taking out the eye, Han Fei put it on the face of the paper figurine. The moment the two touched, the discarded paper figurine seemed to have life. Its hands bloomed like flowers, and cracks spread from top to bottom. , Pieces of red paper were scattered, and the assembled body of the paper figure slowly changed shape.

It was no longer a huddled child, but a severely handicapped woman.

The woman's body was covered with scars, of which thirteen wounds had reached a shocking level, and they were almost completely dismembered.

Holding the broken blood-colored paper figurine in both hands, Han Fei slowly flipped its body, and a piece of paper fell down, which read - I met you for the first time.

"who is she?"

When this question appeared in Han Fei's mind, the soul bell sounded extremely urgently as if urging his life, and all the paper figurines in the room seemed to be looking at Han Fei, and the handwriting on their bodies quickly dissipated.

"you?"

The handwriting that could not be grasped, kept floating in Han Fei's mind, and each sentence corresponded to the face of a paper man.

Han Fei couldn't remember the names of all of them, but he didn't want to be separated from everyone again, he knew that these people were very important to him.

There was severe pain in the depths of the brain, and Han Fei stood on the spot with his teeth clenched. The pain in his body could not be compared with the pain of losing his memory.

Blood vessels appeared on his face and arms, blood was biting from his gums, and the figures of all the paper figures in his mind and the corresponding words on their bodies flashed over and over again, hitting the black screen that blocked the memory over and over again.

After countless attempts, Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes. He stared at the blood-colored paper figurine in his palm, and his lips felt that he had pronounced a name.

"Xu Qin?"

The big lock in the back of his mind became loose, Han Fei's eyes were red, and the name stimulated him far beyond his own imagination.

"It turns out that there is such a name, forgetting her is more uncomfortable than forgetting yourself."

Sitting on the wooden chair that the old man had sat on before, an obvious gap appeared in Han Fei's mind that blocked his memory, and that gap was the name of Xu Qin.

While thinking of Xu Qin, Han Fei finally heard the faint cold voice in the back of his mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have reached stage four."

"Who's talking? There's another person in my head? What is stage four?"

Han Fei had no impression of the cold and unfamiliar voice, and he didn't know who he had awakened: "Could it be that I have to go through different stages before I can reach the end?"

"Han Fei! Sober up!"

Xiaoyou was very anxious, her mother's cell phone kept vibrating, as if something very terrifying was coming soon, and even the ghosts began to feel frightened.