My Iyashikei Game

Han Fei's movements were fast, but the little girl's arms were still stained with black mist. She looked at the black blood vessels spreading rapidly under her skin, and the confusion in her eyes slowly dissipated.

"Let's start the sixth round of voting." The magician walked over to Han Fei and the girl. He naturally wanted to hold the girl's hand, but was slapped away by Han Fei.

"Hypnosis a child, do you still want a face?"

"I have never forced anyone to do anything. If you don't believe it, you can let her make her own choice." The magician touched the doll on his clothes, and he said to the little girl very gently: "Come here, I I will protect you to the end, children are the future and hope."

There were two different emotions in the little girl's eyes. On her left stood Han Fei, who had lost her facial features and looked extremely scary; on the right stood a tall, handsome, sunny and funny magic scarf.

The two are in stark contrast. In normal life, many people can easily make choices without thinking.

The girl held the rag doll given by the magician, and more and more black lines appeared on her arm. In the end, she had no choice and retracted into her corner.

Silently witnessing everything, at this moment his wife's heart is also suffering.

She recognized Fu Sheng, but now that the inn owner is dead, she has to choose between Fu Sheng and Han Fei next.

Everyone decides the life of the other, and if one is given a way to live, the other will die.

She has also considered three people choosing each other, but one thing cannot be denied, no matter who she chooses, one of Han Fei and Fu Sheng will always vote for the other. Can they trust each other?

The remaining few passengers in the hotel each have their own minds. When faced with different choices, no one can always be perfect.

The sixth round of voting has begun and, contrary to everyone's expectations, the fugitives will be the first to vote this time. He seemed determined to stand with the screenwriter and Maniac, completely ignoring the future.

Maniac, who has the most support on the bright side, also cast his own vote. During the voting process, he glanced at the screenwriter vaguely.

The screenwriter, who once agreed with any of his proposals, had hesitation in his eyes after seeing Han Fei save people.

After voting, he smiled wildly and said a few words to the fugitive, then stood back to his original position.

The screenwriter also saw all this. He continued to write down Han Fei's name as before, and threw the note into the black box.

After the three people voted, Han Fei silently walked to the black box. After confirming that the black mist on the little girl's arm began to spread, he gave his vote to his wife.

The magician followed Han Fei closely, and he kept focusing on the girl, but the girl had no idea of ​​voting for him at all.

Slowly, the indifference on the magician's face disappeared, something he put on the little girl was destroyed by the black mist, and now he can no longer affect the child.

The bug in the pocket crawled onto his shoulders, and the magician wanted to say something to the little girl, but Han Fei stopped the two of them and didn't let the magician pass at all.

After the death of the innkeeper, the situation was completely chaotic.

The black rain washed over the hotel, the water in the house kept rising, furniture and corpses floated on the water, and the deceased were getting closer and closer to the passengers standing on the second floor.

A strange black mist spread on the girl's arm, and the magician's face gradually became gloomy. He stared at Han Fei who was blocking the way, resisting the urge to shoot, turned his head and walked to the waiter.

"Your grandfather is right, we should cooperate." The magician is very good at changing faces. When he speaks, he gives people a warm and trustworthy feeling.

"Okay, I hope we can make it to the end." The waiter seemed to be an absolute pessimist after the innkeeper's death, and his mood was not right.

Different from other people's deliberation, after the waiter agreed to the magician, he took out a piece of paper, wrote something casually, and then threw it into the black box. The whole process only took a few seconds, and the magician didn't respond. The waiter already voted m

"It's your turn."

After the waiter voted back, instead of standing in the original position, he moved a few steps towards the corridor.

The magician dubiously took out the paper and pen, the waiter agreed too decisively, but he was a little uncomfortable.

Everyone else was also staring at the magician who was going to vote, wanting to see his choice.

While everyone was attracted by the magician, the waiter's hand reached into his pocket, fumbling for something.

He slowly retreated against the wall, and when someone realized something was wrong, the waiter suddenly accelerated and ran towards the end of the corridor!

The hand hidden in the pocket stretched out, and the waiter held a black key in the palm of his hand.

He opened the innkeeper's room, and immediately locked the door after entering. "Stop!"

All the surviving passengers rushed over and kicked Rui at the door.

The specially reinforced door had to be carried several times before it was opened by Rui. When everyone entered the room, they found the waiter kneeling on the ground, and in front of him was a dilapidated box with various books stacked in it.

Those books have never been seen in the market, and it seems that each book is a collection of all the memories of a person.

"What exactly are you and the innkeeper planning?" "How much else are you hiding from us?

"Sure enough, the murderer is you!"

In the face of everyone's questioning, the waiter didn't even bother to lift his head, his expression was completely desperate, and it seemed that he had no strength to speak.

Put the book on the ground and the waiter turned it over

the last page.

In the blank space at the end of the story, there is a text left by the innkeeper - the last surviving person will become the new innkeeper and will never be able to leave. He will continue to operate this inn that is deep in his heart, waiting for new guests and repeating new games. .

"Is this game a scam? No one can leave? We are destined to be trapped here?" The middle-aged screenwriter did not expect the truth to be like this. The innkeeper should have participated in this game before, and he lived to the end.

"Even in the deepest despair, you occasionally see lost stars. You and the innkeeper must be hiding something from us!" The magician poured out all the books in the box, and one of them was filled with despair. The book is missing two pages.

"Looking at the torn parts, the piece of paper we found in the back of the corpse's head was torn from this book!"

"Two pages are missing, which means the rule is two and we only see one!

"Speak! What are the real rules!"

Under the pressure of the crowd, the waiter took out another paper ball from his pocket.

"All souls are equal, it's up to you to choose who you want to be me.

"Put the other party's name into the black box, and the guest with the fewest votes will become part of the black fog.

The first two sentences are the rules written on the previous sheet, but there is another sentence written on the second sheet hidden by the waiter.

"Passengers who get more than one-third of the total number of votes will become the new me." The passengers stared at the sentence on the second piece of paper. If they had known this rule at the beginning, they might not have known each other. kill.

"More than one-third? You need to get four out of ten votes?" It is also not easy to meet the second condition, and it can be said that the probability is almost zero.

Passengers cannot vote for themselves, which means that in addition to themselves, there must be four people to support.

It takes the sacrifice of four people in exchange for one person's life.

The innkeeper also knows how difficult it is to do this, so he didn't plan to play the game normally at the beginning, just thinking about training the waiter to be the next innkeeper.

"It turns out that this is the real rule." Despair appeared on the faces of several people in the room. It was difficult for one person to sacrifice himself, let alone for four people to leave their way of life to one person.

"Snapped!"

The windows were blown open by the storm, and the frantic black rain fell to the ground. The building had reached the point where it was crumbling, and the only spiritual haven would be overwhelmed by the tide of despair.

"Continue to the sixth round of voting. There is still a chance to be a hotel owner." After the magician voted, he put the black box in front of the middle-aged woman.

The wife's eyes wandered between Fu Sheng and Han Fei. She remembered the agreement between the magician and Fu Sheng just now, and still gave the ticket to Han Fei.

The voting paper disappeared in the black box, everyone was nervous, and it was unknown who would disappear this round.

The clock on the wall was submerged in water, and the sound of time passing was replaced by lightning and thunder.

When a lightning flashed through the window, the magician suddenly clasped his throat with both hands. He stared at the waiter and the little girl with resentment, and a large amount of thick black mist poured out of his mouth: "You two!"

At the same time, the waiter looked at his hands that were gradually engulfed by the black mist, and then glanced at the middle-aged woman: "You haven't come for the first ninety-nine times, why did you find me this last time? Everything in my memory is Fantasy, only you are the reality that is kept in my mind.!

Sighing lightly, the waiter seemed to have guessed it a long time ago. When the magician wanted to kill the middle-aged woman with the last of his time, he and the magician, covered in black mist, collided.

Neither the waiter nor the magician gave each other their tickets. They had been rivals for many years and knew each other too well.

The black mist devoured everything from the two of them, making them melt into the black box.

The dumb girl is not dead, but Fu Sheng or Meng who voted for her, no one knows.

The windows were blown open by the gust of wind, rubble and sawdust fell from the roof, and cracks on the walls spread all around. With a rumbling sound, the wooden stairs were washed away, and the passengers inside the house could no longer go to the first floor.

The back road was cut off, and the buildings on the ground became a lonely boat floating on the water.

There are only six people left on the second-floor corridor. Han Fei and his wife are standing on the left, the screenwriter and the fugitive are standing on the right, the little girl is squatting in the corner, and the black box is in the middle of the crowd.

Lightning struck, allowing the surviving passengers to see each other's faces clearly.

"Go on, round seven."

The middle-aged screenwriter seemed to be a staunch supporter of Maniac. He held a note with Han Fei's name on it, clutched the wound on his chest, and put his vote into the black box.

Except for him, no one else moved until the outer wall of the hotel collapsed, cracks spread from the roof to the ground, and the second floor they were on was no longer safe.

"Self-sacrifice, or let yourself live." The fugitive touched his heart. After hesitating for a long time, he made a choice. He put a piece of white paper he had prepared into the black box.

The same way he did was the mute girl, who couldn't communicate with anyone,

Everyone regarded her as a tool, except for Han Fei.

"Why do people have to go through so many choices in life? It seems that there are many ways to go, but in the end they bring the same pain." The wife silently put a piece of paper with a name on it into the black box.

All the other four cast their votes, and only Han Fei and Manxiao were left in the end.

Two people stand on both sides of the promenade, outside the window thunder roars, lightning

Intertwined with the wind, the torrential rain frantically washed away this sinful hotel.

"I'm curious, how did you find this building? I took away all the memories of the personality competition and the maze, and I have even deprived you of your identity as the owner of the black box. Why do you still come here?" Standing in front of Han Fei, the black box was between them.

"In this shrine memory world, there are two owners of the black box. It was the previous owner of the black box who showed me the way." Han Fei raised his head and looked straight at him with his bloody face and laughed wildly.

"It turned out to be Fu Sheng? He's really a contradictory guy, and he interprets the word "human" to the fullest." Kuangxiao picked up a ball of paper and placed it on top of the black box: "Who do you think will win between the two of us?"

"It should be me."

"why?"

"Probably because I have a friend named Huang Ying."

"That's your reason? No one wants to get close." Han Fei looked at Mang Laugh's handsome and warm smile. Even if he knew it was Mang Laugh's disguise, he still didn't break it. He had never seen a smile on himself, and now he knew what he looked like when he smiled.

"Do you consider yourself my friend?"

"If there are only two of us left in the end, I will vote for you. I can't let you bear all the hardships. In the end, I have hope alone."

Han Fei and Kuangxiao looked at each other, and then released their hands at the same time. The paper balls in their palms fell into the black box, and a completely different scene appeared.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the box, and then the black box began to swallow the fog and black rain outside the hotel.

After more than ten seconds, the screenwriter and the fugitive fell to the ground, black mist emerged from the depths of their blood vessels, and the smile on his grinning face gradually became exaggerated, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly turned into hysterical laughter!

The deeper he fell into despair, the thicker the black mist inside his body, and he opened his arms with laughter. He fought against the black mist with his fleshly body. When the screenwriter and the fugitive were dragged to the black box, he still stood there.

The middle-aged screenwriter is a spider who came in with Han Fei. He left all the scripts behind. When Han Fei rescued the girl, he saw who the real Han Fei was.

The one-armed fugitive is the ghost management. He plans to let Han Fei succeed him as the new ghost. Only he and Han Fei know the secret of the butcher knife hidden in his heart.

The dumb girl is Xiaoba, but some unknown changes have obviously occurred in this child.

Finally, there is his wife, who is the most important person. Without her, Han Fei would probably be killed first.

In the seventh round of voting, all four chose the disfigured Han Fei. Even if Han Fei changed his appearance and became a monster, they still recognized him.

In fact, the maniacal laughter was noticed when the screenwriter voted. The middle-aged screenwriter still wrote Han Fei's name on the blank paper, but the screenwriter's expression when voting was slightly different from before.

There are more and more cracks on the surface of the black box. It seems that despair from all over the world is coming here. The laughter can't be held anymore. His body moves towards the black box little by little. He looked at Han Fei with his half-corroded face.

Crazy laughter sounded, and Han Fei's figure reflected in his eyes: "There is something else to tell you, our deal is that you rescue me, and I will help you hold down all the park managers, that's all."

"It doesn't matter, this face should be regarded as a thank you for your last vote to Xiaoba.

Han Fei has been exchanging votes with his wife from beginning to end. Except for Maniac, everyone else seems to have voted for Han Fei, so there is only one possibility that Xiaoba was not swallowed by the black mist. Mangly gave his vote to Mute. girl.

"She's just like me. She's seen as a key to despair."