My Iyashikei Game

The crow, who always felt that nothing mattered, slowly narrowed his pupils after hearing the words of the guinea pig.

He confirmed to Guinea Pig again: "Didn't the mirrors on the ground floor of the Shouxi Mirror Factory be smashed by violence? Was it crushed?"

"I went to the scene to see it, the mirror exploded from the inside, the death that I have accumulated for so many years has all dissipated, and the bridge that helped you to advance has collapsed. I don't know if those ghosts escaped or were absorbed by him. ." The guinea pig's eyes were cold, and he pointed at the crow, "I already said that you must be careful, that guy is very unusual!"

"Broken the mirror, doesn't that mean... he killed more people than me?" The brain waves of the crow and the guinea pig are not on the same level. He touched his crow mask, which symbolized the plague, and his words actually contained A touch of excitement.

"Guinea pig, crow, don't quarrel, the two of you can make the mirror shatter, maybe it's the person the gods have been looking for." The woman wearing the Queen's mask spoke slowly, she seemed to have been in a high position, speaking with aura The others were completely different: "After the butterfly disappeared, we haven't seen a super criminal recognized by the police for a long time. Do you know what I mean?"

"Super criminal?" Crow pressed his hands on the edge of the wooden table, he knew exactly what the words super criminal meant.

In the killing club, the core members have abilities far beyond those of the senior members. The two sides can be said to be completely different from each other, and the super criminals are above the core members.

New Shanghai has been built for so long, and there are no more than ten super criminals on the run. They are a threat and shame to the city, and the police want to arrest them all the time.

"Do you think that sunny boy is qualified to be a super criminal?" The guinea pig looked at the queen.

"Maybe he is already, but the monster living in his heart has not been fully drawn out." The queen sat on the chair and looked at the strange pattern on the glove: "In the beginning, even the butterfly didn't break the mirror, but he did. After doing it, I can't imagine how many people he killed? But then again, why did he make such a murder, and he can still live well?"

"Then what do you think we should do? Actively accept him? Or find a way to kill him?" The guinea pig was a little uneasy, and he sensed a threat from Sunshine Boy.

"It has now been established that he is not from the police."

"Yes, the mirror of the gods can't go wrong. The police will never find a butcher who has blood on his hands and has killed at least dozens of people as an undercover agent. Such a super pervert who does things according to his own preferences, it is impossible to do it for him. Police work."

"Let's keep a certain distance for now. You can also give him the identity of the core member, but you can't reveal our most critical secrets, such as the existence of gods and the connection with the night." The queen said after thinking for a while.

"You are playing with fire. If he is really a super criminal, maybe we will be his target." The guinea pig looked at the two empty seats at the end of the long table: "Think about how butterflies do to us? In the eyes of super criminals , everyone can die except himself."

"We won't talk about this anymore." The queen looked to the other side of the long table, where a man wearing a pure white mask sat: "Bai, how is the situation at Sunday Night School? Has the new butterfly been domesticated by you? "

The man in the blank mask shook his head: "It's still a long way off."

In a certain office of the serious crime group of the New Shanghai Sub-bureau, Li Xue's leader stood by the table, and in the seat that should belong to him sat an old man with white hair.

"Why did you come here in person? Just let Li Xue tell you anything." The leader who was very strict in front of his subordinates spoke in a low voice, as if he had met an elder.

"Li Xue is the youngest of all my students. He doesn't obey discipline, and usually makes you worry." The old man sitting in the chair is Li Xue's teacher. A living legend of the police force.

"Where, Li Xue has helped us a lot, although she does not obey orders sometimes." The leader whispered.

"Submission is a duty, she is too emotional." The old man shook his head slightly, then took out a document from his arms: "I received a message from another student of mine, you should pay more attention."

"Another student?" The leader seemed to suddenly think of something: "Is it him?"

"Yes." The old man put the document on the table.

Li Xue's leader opened the document and found a completely blank piece of paper: "What does this mean?"

"The void left by the disappearance of the butterfly will be filled by a new monster, and we may be back to the worst possible situation of dealing with several super criminals at the same time."

After Han Fei entered the old city on a motorcycle, he took off his mask, and the vulture sitting in his back seat closed his eyes tightly, for fear of seeing Han Fei's face.

The rain was pouring, and the vultures had never been so afraid in their life.

"It's here, get off." Han Fei parked the motorcycle in the back alley and urged Vulture to come over quickly.

"Are we going to your flesh and blood factory? Will you make me into puree and feed the dogs? Let me go, can I be your dog in the future?" The bald duck's voice was trembling, he looked in the mirror After seeing the dead, it was impossible to imagine how brutal Han Fei would torture himself.

"Shut up, it's like I'm a pervert, don't think of others with your own dirty thoughts." Han Fei grabbed the bald eagle, avoided the surveillance, and came to Jin Jun's house.

Jin Jun, who received the notice in advance, was ready and opened the door to take Han Fei and Vulture in.

"Is this the magic cave?

The vulture, soaked all over and with broken arms, knelt on the ground: "The surface is normal, the corpse may have been transformed into various handicrafts, this black carpet is not woven with dead people's hair, right?" "

Han Fei was too lazy to deal with Vulture, he asked Jin Jun to get a perfect life game account and forced Vulture to complete the verification.

During the verification process, Han Fei also learned the real identity information of the vulture. His parents used to be the owners of a hotel in the smart city. Later, the family was in trouble. Come down and wander in the outer suburbs.

The vulture lying in the game room was still very scared. He couldn't guess what Han Fei was going to do.

The imagined torture did not appear, the other party just asked him to play the game, and it was a healing game.

After the vulture landed successfully, Han Fei told Jin Jun to be optimistic about the other party, and he immediately rushed to his home.

Before midnight, Han Fei returned home, took off his raincoat and lay in the game compartment.

Blood came Han Fei heard a familiar laughter on the game login interface, and the wild laughter seemed to become more active.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei opened the attribute panel. He found that his blood volume was still only a little, and the shrine built in the paradise passage was still absorbing Han Fei's vitality.

"Fu Sheng's shrine is too different from mine. I have to find a way as soon as possible to give that shrine sufficient nourishment." Han Fei couldn't support the shrine himself, so the only way he could think of was to catch a ghost to replace him.

Accompanied by Kui and Yingyue, Han Fei entered the park area.

The tens of thousands of souls he brought out from Fu Sheng's shrine have been integrated into the deep world and become new citizens of the city of ghost stories. They are different from the original ghosts in the deep world, and they all retain reason and kindness.

When Han Fei walked by them, those souls would greet Han Fei, very harmonious.

"It's really hard to imagine that you can still see such a scene in the deep world." The ghost manager learned that Han Fei was coming and arrived at the first time. The butcher knife he brought from the animal alley has been distributed to some potential , and now he has formed a new ghost management team, responsible for maintaining law and order.

Buildings that conform to the aesthetics of the underworld have been transformed. This city belongs to everyone and also to Han Fei.

Entering the paradise passage, players who are not afraid of death come here every day. Humans' curiosity about the unknown is vividly displayed in them. Even if they know they will die, they will die on the road of exploration.

Han Fei appreciates these people very much, and now he wants to use the health of these players to help himself share the pressure.

Walking to the shrine of Paradise, Han Fei asked the neighbors of the happy community to guard the surrounding area. After confirming that no one was coming, he opened the attribute panel.

Touching his fingers, Han Fei slowly said two words: "Spirit!"

The Scarlet Ghost Gate opened in front of Han Fei. The appearance and information of the vulture appeared in his mind, and he reached out and grabbed it towards the sea of ​​blood.

After a while, a small fish with a deformed appearance and a sawed-off tail was bitten by a grimace and jumped out of the sea of ​​blood.

The blood gate was closed, and the vulture appeared in front of Han Fei. He was still holding a communicator in his hand, and his face was full of entanglement.

"What are you doing with the communicator? You don't want to contact the police in reality and call the police, right?" Han Fei grabbed the bald eagle's neck, and the familiar strength instantly woke the bald heron.

"No, no! How could I call the police?!" Vulture lowered his head and dared not look at Han Fei's face.

"It's okay, you can watch it as you like, I'll take care of your memory bit by bit anyway." Han Fei dragged the vulture and pressed him in front of the Paradise Shrine, then tried to communicate with the shrine and let the other party eat away the vulture's health. .

Almost in the blink of an eye, the vulture's health was instantly emptied. If it wasn't for Han Fei's quick response, the vulture's soul might have been sucked away by the shrine.

"It seems that players can't replace me, they will be directly sucked to death." Han Fei threw a piece of internal organs to the vulture and let him eat the blood. Constantly trembling.

"Eat quickly, and go to other places later."

After the vulture's health recovered a little, Han Fei led him to the soul trading shrine in the department store, and consulted the Mirror God, what could an ordinary perverted soul get in exchange.

After asking the price, Han Fei, who was a little disappointed, took the vulture to the plastic surgery hospital and let him lie in front of the soul plastic shrine to undergo memory modification surgery.

Seeing what happened to the vulture, the neighbors in the happy community felt that he was very miserable, and none of the large-scale resentment enjoyed the treatment of going to three shrines in a row.

"The devil is not as meticulous as you are. Are you planning to build a complete production and trade chain?" Li Xian followed Han Fei expectantly: "Soul assembly line, it sounds great."

"Don't get me wrong, I only target and use bad people." Han Fei began to modify Xiulu's memory, planting fear and obedience in the deepest part of his soul.

"That's what the devils in hell say too."

After modifying the vulture's memory, Han Fei took the vulture to the black rain area,

"Why is it raining here?" The rain seemed to be the shadow of the vulture's life. Even after the memory was modified, he would still be instinctively afraid when he saw raindrops.

"Don't say a word in a while." Han Fei led the vulture to the second floor of the convenience store, and he lifted the lid on the sauce jar: "Come here."

"What's up?"

"Let you see the flowers I planted."

Han Fei uses the secret of touching the soul to open the cloth

The heart was pulled from the broken skull, and his other hand pointed to the vulture: "I checked your information, you should know him, he is called the vulture."

Hearing the name of the vulture, Bu Kai wrapped his head, and he seemed to feel the pain of a body being torn apart just by recalling the past.

"I have the ability to help you bastards leave, I can give you a brand new choice, and I can also make you feel more pain than you can imagine, so don't lie to me again." Han Fei has drained the last trace of value from the vulture. , After doing many experiments with him, I did not forget to use him to kill the chickens and show the monkeys.

"You are a special flower, but I have never known what your special ability is? The gardener said that raising flowers requires affection, isn't the friendship between us not deep enough?" Han Fei opened the attribute panel and looked at With the prompt about Bu's happiness, the column of special abilities is still full of question marks.

"Everything that happened to him will happen to you, whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. You've already stood with me, and you unconditionally believe that I'm your only choice." Han Fei let the memory be captured The tampered vulture greeted Bu Kai, and then he used the soul-recovery talent to send the vulture back to the shallow world.

Just when the vulture was sent away, a prompt came from the system.

"Attention number 0000 players! The information on the special flowers of E-rank has changed!"

"Bu Kaixin (E-class special flower) This flower has a name, he has never laughed, and everyone calls him unhappy."

"The special ability to send the soul of his seeds can germinate in the souls of other flowers, embezzling other people's memories to grow himself."

"You found out that I have another channel, so are you excited?" Han Fei stared at the colorful seed in Bu Xin's chest. He already knew how to use this flower.

Leaving the branch of Yimin convenience store, Han Fei came to the club with a black umbrella.

The blind old man was sitting in the hall, playing with the radio that had long been broken. After hearing Han Fei's footsteps, he raised his head, revealing the two deep holes in his face.

"Master, I want to go to the dance studio."

"You want to learn to dance?"

"Well, learn to dance." Han Fei's main purpose was to take a look at the mirror in the dance studio. On the mirror in the basement of the workshop, he saw things he had never seen before, such as the thirty children who were killed. .

He had never watched the memory of wild laughter like that, and he really wanted to see those thirty children again, to see the people who were killed by his own hands.

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