My Iyashikei Game

"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light."

Holding the cross, the pastor stood by the garbage dump in the back alley of Dolphin Bay, and he possessed himself to examine the body of a homeless man.

"The limbs were broken, the bone fragments were pierced into the flesh, the perpetrator knew how to make him feel the pain as much as possible, and he could also ensure that he would not be killed. What kind of work does that guy want to complete? Although it used to be said There will also be people who will attack their companions, but a guy with a clear goal and a strong means like him is really rare." The cross in the pastor's hand was sharpened, and his left hand gently pressed the homeless eyes, while the right hand put the cross on the cross. Lift it up well, as if preparing to stab the opponent's mouth.

"Hey..." A deep voice suddenly sounded in the darkness at the end of the alley. The priest felt as if he saw a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. The muscles in his back tightened instantly, and he stood facing the back alley.

"How come there are vultures that snatch other people's prey?" Han Fei walked out of the shadows. He beat the tramp to death and was about to leave, but he felt that a passerby behaved strangely.

In fact, it's not that strange. The pastor only appeared in the crowd on the street when Han Fei entered Dolphin Bay. After Han Fei dragged the homeless person into the back alley, he "just happened" to walk far away. Pass.

Appearing around Han Fei twice in a row, there is a high probability that someone else will not realize the problem, but Han Fei is too keen.

He pretended to leave, using the tramp as a bait, and the priest really fell for it.

"Are you also here to participate in the art exhibition?" Han Fei felt that he had said enough, and he was going to start immediately after the priest nodded.

"I am in charge of recording and observing, and summarizing your creative process to the judges." The pastor slowly put away the cross: "You can treat me as an outsider."

"Outsiders won't attack other people's prey. If you want to destroy my work, then become a part of my work." Han Fei walked forward as he spoke, and when the priest reacted, Han Fei was already close. distance between the two.

"I'm an official senior member of the death group chat, you can't do anything to me."

"I've already joined the death group chat, you still talk to me about the rules?" Out of respect for the senior members, Han Fei took out his swing stick and swiped it hard: "It seems to be useful for you to pray every day, the gods you believe in let you If you meet me, I will wake you up."

The letter Han Fei received did not say that he could not shoot anyone. The entire Dolphin Bay was the stage of the "Death Art Exhibition", and Han Fei was not prepared to let anyone enter the town.

The pastor never expected to meet a "competitor" like Han Fei. He hurriedly picked up the cross to resist, but he underestimated Han Fei's strength.

Two consecutive bangs echoed in the back alley, the first one being that the cross was interrupted, and the second one coming from inside his arm.

"Listen to the sound, you have a little osteoporosis."

Han Fei treated them equally, and did not soften his hand just because the other party was a "staff". A few minutes later, the "corpses" on the garbage pile turned into two.

"There may be an unspeakable existence in the black rain area. I have never played against the real unspeakable until now, and I don't know the power of the unspeakable and the impact they can have on reality."

"For the time being, I will consider it from the worst point of view. Those core members may be able to get some small gifts from the deep world, just like the woman wearing the mask of death, which can block my blade, so I can't be careless."

When the night was at its most intense, Han Fei's hunting continued.

He wore a terrifying clown mask and wandered in the dark like a ghost, let alone a normal person, even the other members of the death group chat were a little afraid to meet him.

......

Kerosene lamps were lit at the pier, and the ugly-looking Deep Sea crouched on a fishing boat, a father and daughter trapped in the huge fishing net beside him.

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Last time my work was too cliche. Pure cruelty and bloodshed are not the criteria for judging, but the understanding of death."

The fish-killing knife fell fiercely, and the deep sea peeled off a live fish, cut it into pieces, and did not dislike the fishy smell, and directly put it in the mouth and chewed it.

"It's almost dawn, and a decision has to be made."

Smashing the fish head, Shen Hai took the knife and walked to the front of the fishing net. He squatted beside the cheeks of the father and daughter: "I can kill both of you, but now I want to give you a chance to live."

"Let go of my daughter, she is still young, you can let me do anything!" The fisherman's father begged the monster in front of him, and his daughter was already scared to tears.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Shen Hai stretched the fish-killing knife to the fisherman's eyes: "If your daughter kills you with her own hands, I can let her live alone, and vice versa, I also look forward to your killing yourself. The look on her face when she was a daughter."

With a grim face, the deep sea mouth cracked open, revealing crooked teeth: "This is my last mercy."

He released one of the fisherman's arms, pulled the fisherman's daughter's upper body out of the net, and gave them a knife to descale the fish.

"Kill the other party, and the remaining one can live, otherwise you will all die." Deep Sea's white eyes stared at the father and daughter, if they had a slight change, Deep Sea would act directly: "Quick! Don't make me wait. too long!"

Neither father nor daughter did anything, the girl kept crying, the knife could not be held steady, and the father had no idea of ​​killing at all, he would rather die by himself.

"I'll give you another ten seconds." Shen Hai rubbed the deck with a fish-killing knife and started the countdown. The father and daughter became more and more painful and tormented.

"10, 9, 8..."

The sound of the deep sea seemed to be an urging note. The fisherman finally made a decision. He signaled the girl with his eyes to escape by himself, and he was going to fight against the deep sea.

The father and daughter were bound by the fishing net. If the fishermen wanted to let their daughter escape, they had to first pull the daughter's legs out of the fishing net.

"7,6..."

He shouted and pretended to swing a knife at his daughter, but in fact wanted to use a knife to cut the fishing net on her daughter's leg.

Shen Hai looked at the struggling father and daughter, and the smile on his face became more and more excited. He did not stop him, but stared at his daughter's pale face: "Your father has no defense at all. Kill him and you can live."

The countdown is about to end, the fishermen have not cut all the fishing nets, but the deep sea has come to his back: "4, 3, 2..."

When the deep sea was about to count to one, there was a sudden noise from the side of the boat, and five wet fingers grabbed the fishing boat.

Water droplets dripped, a clown mask appeared beside the fishing boat, wet black hair stuck to his face, Han Fei climbed out of the sea and came to the fishing boat.

"I searched all over the town but couldn't find you, so you hid here."

With his pale skin soaked in sea water, coupled with his cold and emotionless words, Han Fei at this time was very much like a water ghost who was unjustly killed in Dolphin Bay.

"You... swam here?" Deep Sea felt an inexplicable fear. He didn't know why this madman wearing a clown mask would stare at him. As an old man who has attended several "offline parties", His response was also extremely decisive, throwing a fish-killing knife at Han Fei, and then without batting an eyebrow, he jumped directly into the sea without delaying even a second.

"Tsk."

Han Fei walked towards the place where the deep sea jumped off the boat, and by the way rescued the father and daughter from the fishing net.

"Thank you, thank you." The fishermen's father and daughter escaped from death. They were excited and scared, and they didn't dare to get too close to Han Fei.

Standing on the bow of the ship, Han Feichao looked at the dark sea, and there was no trace of the deep sea.

"I will also do intensive training in swimming from today, and the same mistake cannot be made twice."

It was almost dawn, and Han Fei had one last thing to do. He asked the fishermen to sail back to Dolphin Bay as soon as possible.

While resting on the boat, Han Fei bandaged the girl's wound by the way. When he got to the shore, he left without saying a word.

Along the dark street, Han Fei took out a plastic bag from his pocket, which contained several mobile phones, among them the priest's.

"According to the conversation records of these 'staff', their stronghold should be near here. "

Han Fei killed a few more "staff" in the process of looking for the deep sea, and judged the location of the old nest through the various information they left.

He kicked open the dilapidated door, and Han Fei walked down the rusted metal ladder.

This is a black shop that illegally slaughtered dolphins and rare fish. The owner of the shop should also be the person who spreads the death in the group chat.

"Dolphin Bay used to be a dolphin protection demonstration area, and now they still buy dolphin meat, but these meats are not necessarily all dolphin meat."

Humming the song, Han Fei stepped on the stinking ground with a stick covered with bone scum and blood. He moved forward step by step, and finally pushed open the innermost door.

The offline party participants who arrived at Dolphin Bay at other times stayed in the room, some were sitting, some were lying down, some were breathing heavily, and some were already cold.

"Why are you alone?" A man with a big beard and a strong smell of dead fish was a little surprised: "What about the person who brought you here?"

"No one brought me here, I found it by myself." Han Fei took out the plastic bag, shook it a few times, and the phones fell to the ground.

Seeing those mobile phones, the expressions of several people in the room changed, and the bearded butcher became serious: "No one will lead you here, so how do you present the creative process of your works? Have you photographed your own works?"

"No." The stick in Han Fei's hand was dragged to the ground: "Because my work is not finished yet."

"What do you mean?"

"My new work is called "No One Survives", which means that you all have to die." There was hysterical laughter from under the clown mask, and Han Fei rushed into the last room with a throwing stick.

The tyrannical, cruel, desperate, death-spreading group chats are the best at spreading it, but they didn't think they'd feel it one day.

"I am fundamentally different from you, because I have felt the deepest fear and despair, so I will not let others experience such emotions casually. I know how to restrain and reflect, and while killing, I also do my best to be killed. Death consciousness."

Han Fei pinched the bearded neck and raised it high. He stood in the middle of the black shop, surrounded by dead group chat members whose hands and feet were interrupted.

Throwing his beard into the stinking pool, Han Fei took the mobile phones of all the "staff" in front of him, and he began the creative process of scoring and writing works by himself.

After writing everything, he pressed the send button.

"If you want to be a core member, you need the consent of the other core members. It's useless even if you kill us all." The bearded man was lying beside the pool, his eyes full of fear when he looked at the clown mask. A group owner of a death-spreading group chat has also seen a lot of perverts, but no one has ever brought him such a cold sense of fear.

"It doesn't matter, I just received an invitation to attend the offline party, at least I had a good time tonight

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At the same time that Han Fei finished sending the information about his work, there were hurried footsteps in an abandoned building in the northern suburbs of New Shanghai.

The door with the five-layer combination lock was pushed open, and a man wearing a crow mask walked into the darkness.

"The god of death is being watched by the police, should we kill her in advance?"

"I didn't come here today because of her. I received a special piece of work at Dolphin Bay. Maybe we have to add another chair here." The man wearing a crow mask sat at the table. Light, a few weirdos in masks sat on either side of the long table.

"What works satisfy you?" One of the men wearing a guinea pig mask showed a hint of curiosity.

"Death Diffusion Group Chat is a monthly offline meeting of management, this time in Dolphin Bay. I personally selected twenty new managers to attend, one of them hunted and killed twenty-two people in one night, and killed All are contestants.”

"Twenty people participate, even if he kills himself, there are not enough twenty-two."

"Including the reviewer in charge of records, and the store manager of Dolphin Bay, all his works are scored by himself. After so many years, I have never seen such a crazy person." The crow mask man will come from different "judgments" All of the reports were given full marks and the wording was the same, apparently from the same person.

"I can understand killing all the competitors, but also killing the referee, isn't it a bit too perverted?"

"The core members have not been added for a long time. The more ill he is, the more he meets the requirements of that person. I think he is very suitable."

"He appeared too suddenly, this person is very unsafe, is it possible that he is from the police?" "Will the police kill twenty-two people in a row?"

"He wrote the report himself, maybe he didn't kill those people, he just controlled them."

The crow and the guinea pig had a dispute, and a woman wearing a queen mask raised her hand: "A new butterfly has appeared, and we need more living people who are looking for death. I think he is quite suitable."

Hearing the word butterfly, several people all looked to the other side of the long table. At the end of the table, there were two empty seats, and no one dared to sit.

"I also agreed to let him join. After all, it is rare to see such crazy, cruel and smart people, but the guinea pig's worry is also justified. I think we can give him a temporary core member status, and then we will slowly get in touch until we really get to know him. After that, let him know our secrets." Next to the seat of the man in the crow mask sat a young man wearing a pure white mask, who was just an adult listening to him.

"That's the decision." There was an unpleasant and harsh laughter from under the crow mask, and he got up and walked out of the room.