My Iyashikei Game

The death video shot from the ghost's perspective touched Han Fei's heart.

He saw himself in the eyes of his family, the self that had long been forgotten.

Some moved, some embarrassed, some happy, and also felt a little happiness, and these emotions were all he had never had before.

Lying on the paper figurine's legs, Han Fei's consciousness entered his mind under the curse. The huge colorful butterfly caused a storm in his mind. In order to bring out the map of the labyrinth, it wanted to tear apart Han Fei's brain and destroy it. everything in.

Nightmares need to be woven with a person's past memories and despair. After being cursed into a desperate situation, the incarnation of "Dream" slammed into the biggest crack on the memory barrier with all the anger.

The pain at that moment made Han Fei feel as if his head was being torn apart. He had also experienced such pain in his impression. A long time ago, someone opened his head and put something into it.

The butterfly imprinted with the maze tattoo is one of the most important incarnations of dreams. Its huge size is drenched in the color of the entire city. Every time it is fanned, it will drop countless dream dust, setting off a storm in the mind.

As the owner of this body, Han Fei has no resistance to the butterfly's invasion. He wants to use the most evil and dangerous villain as a scalpel in his hand to cut open the shackles that fate has given him.

"I should be able to think of them this time, right?"

The huge butterfly with no way to escape, with the maze tattoo on his body, got into the memory barrier.

Not only did Han Fei not stop him, he also let the blood-colored paper figurine put all kinds of curses on memory into his mind. He let the most vicious and terrifying curses follow the butterfly into the depths of a person's most precious consciousness.

The place that touches the very root of the soul, where all the past and feelings are hidden, is the foundation of what makes a person unique. But Han Fei dared to pour the curse without hesitation, resolute and ruthless. This is also his unconditional trust in the blood-colored paper man.

Consciously couldn't see the scene behind the memory barrier, Han Fei only knew that the cracks on the barrier were getting bigger and bigger, and the bloody despair kept seeping out, just dyeing his mind red.

More and more memory fragments also flowed out along the blood of despair, and Han Fei saw many fragments of his previous life.

"What the hell have I been through?"

The frequency of encountering ghosts and monsters is more than the number of times I eat every day. After midnight, I am either running for my life or on the way to escape. I don't even dare to shoot ghost movies like this in my life experience, for fear of exhausting ghosts.

The intermittent clips reminded Han Fei of many things. There seemed to be four different types of memories deep in his mind.

One type of memory comes from the numb and introverted day, the other from the exciting and thrilling night, the other from the past that substitutes for others, and the last type is completely blood-red fans.

"I am introverted and inferior during the day, and I am so crazy at night that I am afraid of myself. Which one is the real me?"

Butterfly is good at playing with people's hearts, and its talent is to weave a person's despair and memories. In order to escape from Han Fei's mind, it risked losing its soul and gathered the most desperate and painful memories behind Han Fei's memory barrier.

Its original intention was to make all the despair and pain break out, completely destroy Han Fei, and make him a puppet forever sunk in despair, but it didn't know that this was what Han Fei was waiting for.

Those memories that were most reluctant to be mentioned burned in his mind like a fire, and all the painful pasts turned into flames, burning Han Fei's soul and throwing his will into the sea of ​​fire.

Every nerve was affected by pain, Han Fei's consciousness was like a lonely boat in a storm, despair and pain kept hitting him.

When he was almost unable to hold on, the video footage left by the seven ghosts gave him a kind of strength.

Family affection, care, friendship, companionship, these emotions that he did not have in his mind at all, as the video images emerged in his mind, it turned out that he was not alone, and in the deepest despair, there were people who were willing to accompany him and never betray him.

The closed eyes began to tremble, Han Fei felt the blood-colored paper man gently stroking his head, and the seven ghosts in the video looked at him with worry.

The soul that is about to be torn has gained the strength to continue to persevere, that warm emotion, some people call it expectation, and some people call it hope.

"I won't just disappear! My existence has its own meaning! No matter what this city will look like in the future, at least at this moment, there are people in this city who care about me, even for those who miss me, I will not choose to give up!"

Han Fei's head was about to be torn apart, but his soul was roaring, and he had never been so sure of his heart as he is now.

"I have my own family, my own friends, and my own loved ones. They made me a unique existence in this world, and no one can replace me!"

Countless memories were crushed by despair, and under the blood-red memory ocean, was a blood-colored orphanage that was completely blocked!

Butterfly gathered all the negative things in Han Fei's mind together, but it still couldn't shake the orphanage behind the memory barrier. Desperate, it finally chose to stimulate Han Fei to the maximum extent, and after amplifying all the negative emotions, it went to collide with the orphanage. An orphanage in the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

Butterfly has seen through it. The foundation of Han Fei's memory is the orphanage. Only by destroying it can it be regarded as a real destruction of Han Fei.

The rust on the gate began to fall off, and the butterfly flapped its wings desperately to set off a storm of negative memories, which smashed all of Han Fei's experiences in the dark night into the orphanage.

The door of the orphanage, which had been closed for a long time, was opened at this moment!

The death knell sounded, a torrent of blood poured out of the orphanage, and the laughter of thirty-one children appeared at the same time.

The butterfly flapped its wings to escape, but it was too late.

Han Fei's memory is a sea of ​​blood. Butterfly always thought that the orphanage was hidden in the sea of ​​blood, but the truth is that there is a sea of ​​blood and endless blood debts hidden in the orphanage, and it dyed Han Fei's red. mind!

The person who was originally locked in the Scarlet Orphanage was gone, and where he used to stand, there were fragments of a butterfly wing left.

Feeling the breath of the same kind, the huge butterfly was really scared. It was able to read other people's memories and saw the whole process of not crushing the butterfly.

And the lunatic who was supposed to be locked in the Scarlet Orphanage, it was precisely because he crushed the butterfly that he found a way out amid Han Fei's constant death and coma.

Most of his personality is still hidden somewhere in the Scarlet Orphanage, but a small part of his consciousness has escaped from the Orphanage.

The memory full of blood and killing drowned the butterfly, and a huge wave of blood slammed into the barrier of the memory.

The sea of ​​blood in the orphanage was released, the barrier blocking Han Fei's memory was crumbling, and a large number of memory fragments flowed out along the gap.

The children's laughter sounded in his mind. Han Fei saw the faces of thirty-one children and the inhuman treatment they had suffered, and those thirty-one children were just the tip of the iceberg. Elected among more innocent children.

There were too many children, most of them fell into endless pain, and only one child came to the end with a special personality that could heal itself.

A personality that was once judged to have no aggressive tendencies. On the last night of the experiment, he picked up the knife in desperation. Before he went completely crazy, he personally helped all the children put an end to the pain and despair.

The bloody night shrouded everything, and Han Fei, who was cursed and protected in the center, looked at the memory fragments deep in his mind. He was accepting his past in this form.

The two separated personalities began to devour each other on the day after their memories were completely erased, and both wanted to become their true selves.

"Which one is me? Which one is the real me!"

Bloody memories pouring out of the orphanage overwhelmed everything, covering Han Fei's original experience, and crushing the colorful butterfly.

The dreamy wings turned into bubbles, and the huge paradise labyrinth tattoos were scattered in Han Fei's mind, and the core location of the labyrinth map tattoo happened to be in the deepest part of Han Fei's mind.

There seems to be a black box hidden in that place that even consciousness cannot touch. No one knows why it is there, and no one knows what is in the box, but it seems to be the answer to the maze.

"Han Fei! Han Fei!"

A cry rang in his ears, but was soon covered up by the laughter of the children. Han Fei tried his best to support his consciousness and not let himself melt into the sea of ​​blood. He tried very hard to distinguish the voices that kept him, as if A very stubborn child who wants to get back the bright pearls in the storm.

His life was once bloody, but now someone has become his concern and reluctance.

"Han Fei! I remember you! You are a player like us!" A strange man's voice kept ringing in his ears: "Wake up! F was temporarily held up, Qiangwei asked me to tell you secretly, It's just a game! We are in the middle! You are the best actor, your name is Han Fei!"

The other party hooked up Han Fei's memory in reality, and all the cracks on the barrier that blocked the memory were connected together. With the cracking sound, Han Fei felt that the big lock in his mind was opened, and the turbulent student movement was wrapping Han Fei's memory. Most of the memories crossed the memory barrier and drowned Han Fei's mind!

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully reached stage nine! Only the last stage is left!"

In the deepest part of the maze, an icy voice came from near the black box, but at this time Han Fei had no energy to pay attention to those.

His consciousness floated in the sea of ​​blood, and countless fragments of memory poured into his mind, some of which belonged to him, and some of which he had no impression at all. What made him even more disturbed was that the people who escaped from the orphanage would Part of his memory was also taken out!

"I see, he is me, the me with the healing personality."

Healing personalities can heal all other personalities, but they cannot heal themselves completely.

The flashes in memory protected Han Fei's consciousness. In addition to despair and pain, there was too much emotion and joy in his mind. It was those things that supported him and kept him hopeful and forward.

"It turns out that he has been alone in the sea of ​​blood..."

Han Fei is different from the man who escaped from the orphanage. No matter how turbulent the sea of ​​blood is, the beauty in his memory will always protect him until he adapts to everything.

"It turns out that I am no longer alone..."

The curse dragged Han Fei's will outward, and when his consciousness left his mind, Han Fei opened his eyes.

There was madness in his bloody eyes, but this madness was different from the hysteria of laughter. It was quiet, fiery, and full of unyielding, like a melting pot in the cold winter, splashing hot in the freezing ice cave. of molten iron.

"I remember!"