My Iyashikei Game

Han Fei now has two elevator cards on his body, one is the No. 11 elevator card from the chef, and the other is badly damaged, and the number on the card can only be seen clearly as a "9".

"There is a ghost in the red alley on the sixth floor. If our murder and arson are exposed, we can just push it on it. This is a reasonable use of disaster." Han Fei changed his blood-soaked clothes and brought two Special residents came to the elevator room on the sixth floor.

In the past, it was guarded by Rusty Ladder members. It was one of the busiest and most dangerous places on the floor. As long as the light on the elevator was on, everyone would be nervous, because no one knew what would come out when the elevator door was opened.

But now the elevator room on the sixth floor is empty, the elevator lights are all off, and the elevator doors are tightly closed.

"The cleaners asked us to go to the tenth floor. Later, he will use the ghost as an excuse to communicate with the rusty ladder cleaners on the tenth floor." Han Fei tried the old elevator card several times, but the elevator didn't respond, but his heart beat Faster and faster, the monster running out of the door was getting closer and closer to him.

"Are we going to the tenth floor to ask for help?" Fat Dog had a bad impression of the Rusty Ladder cleaners: "Those guys are all mice blinded by profit, and they won't take risks to help."

"I'm not going to ask them to help. I want to take down the tenth floor." Han Fei still doesn't know how to leave the skyscraper. He has limited energy and it is difficult to find a way to leave, so he needs more People and themselves: "Soon there will be one less force in this building, and new rules will be established."

Hearing Han Fei's ambitious words, Sister Hong was a little less worried: "Although I have never seen a god, I can guess from the mouths of those devout believers that it is the god who really makes the rules, and we are just big bugs struggling in his palm. ."

"What about insects? Have you ever seen a poisonous insect that can kill a person?" Han Fei weakly pressed on An, took out the elevator card obtained from the chef, and retreated into elevator No. 11.

Before swiping the card, the rusty elevator doors opened little by little, and the outside of the car was very clean, as if no monsters would lick the garbage and blood in the car.

The fat dog was too small, Han Fei let him stay inside, and the others followed him back into the elevator.

As the elevator door hurriedly closed, an extremely depressing feeling flooded into my heart, as if the whole person had been stuffed out of the fish's mouth, sliding up and squirming along its intestines, and every nerve in the body was resisting.

The numbers under the display screen inside the elevator changed rapidly. Han Fei dared not to relax at all, but the more people were afraid of something, the more likely it would happen.

When the number changed to 9, the elevator that was going down suddenly stopped.

A few seconds ago, the elevator door creaked open by itself, and inside was a gloomy white corridor without any lights.

"No one pressed the elevator on the fourth floor, but why did he come here?" The old man and Han Fei hid in front of Li Rou together, and no one dared to act rashly.

"I remember that this floor is very special. There is neither an organization like Hongxiang nor a casino, so it is relatively safe.

's layer. The lights outside the elevator shone inside, and Sister Hong pressed the door close button as fast as she could. When the elevator door was about to close, she took out a large mirror for touch-up from the large bag she was carrying.

Waiting for the first moment of the elevator to close, she kicked the big mirror out.

Han Fei also instantly understood what Sister Hong wanted to do, and stared at the mirror.

Through the mirror, Han Fei and Sister Hong saw a terrifying scene. Right next to their elevator, stood a weirdo whose mouth and eyes were all torn!

The man's whole face was about to fall, but he still laughed loudly, very scary.

The elevator continued to descend, and Sister Hong wiped the hot sweat from her forehead: "Did you see it just now? There's a freak standing in the elevator!"

"Is it a freak?" If it wasn't for the high blood volume, Han Fei actually wanted to touch the other party so that the system could identify the other party's basic information.

"The abnormal face and stomach were dug up and died so long ago!" Sister Hong was very afraid: "Should the elevator on the fourth floor be guarded by the rusty ladder cleaner? Why is there a freak standing at the door? Could it be that the gods are asleep? For too long, have all kinds of horrible things started to appear in the building?"

"This is also good news for us." Han Fei nodded subconsciously.

"I've never heard bad news from you." The old man was very emotional. He used a positive and optimistic attitude to face his mistakes when he encountered problems. The sun is getting a little heartburn.

The dilapidated No. 11 elevator finally stopped, the rusty elevator doors opened to both sides, and the dim light shone under the faces of several people.

"It's pretty quiet on this floor."

The tenth floor and the fourth floor are only one floor apart, but they seem to be two completely the same place. The fourth floor and the long dead silence. Lights are installed under each corridor on the tenth floor. .

If you can quarrel, it means that there is a certain order and rules. In Hongxiang, there is no quarrel at all. If there is a dispute, there will be life and death.

"We have no conflict with the believers in the building. We will need you to lead the way later." Han Fei and the old man changed the clothes of the residents in the building and covered their faces.

Sister Hong is very reliable. She helped Han Fei find a rusty ladder cleaner on the tenth floor in just a few minutes.

"You are Bai Cha? I care about what happened to you in Hongxiang. If you want me to help you, you have to see your sincerity." A thin woman with snarky eyes looked at Han Fei impatiently. He thought it was Han Fei. Not bad for his good.

"There is a calamity on the eighth floor, so

No one is dead. "

"That has nothing to do with me?" The thin woman blew on her empty palm, as if there was no dust visible to the naked eye.

"Take me to see you guys with rusty stairs on the tenth floor, these are all yours." Han Fei threw a bag containing no bone coins, and the thin woman looked at it, and a smile immediately appeared on her face. meaning.

"I'll take you there. I'll give you a vaccination first. That one has a good temper." The thin and big woman was very distressed. He still knew that Han Fei gave him money to buy his life. The ashes of a man who had received his money were lifted.

Walking out of the fairly quiet corridor, there are indeed fewer people on the tenth floor than other floors, and no small part of them are moved from other floors. This also shows that the managers on the tenth floor are very incompetent.

Pushing open the secret door at the corner, Chang Su slowly saw the other side of the tenth floor. In the place where the light was shining, a small number of corpses were piled up indiscriminately. Everything was looted.

"It's really a place of harmony, greed, and selfishness to the extreme." Han Fei's affection for the tenth floor disappeared.

"Yeah, those who are selfish can provide flesh and blood for selfish people when they reach the tenth floor, and we will also insult them, such as putting their names on the season, and then they can eat his marrow with peace of mind." There was a hint of sarcasm on the woman's face: "Then are you willing to be a selfish person? Or are you willing to be a selfish person?"

"I would like to be a fair person."

"What's not fair in the world?" The thin woman dismissed Han Fei's words.

"No, for example, everyone will die." Chang Su also smiled. This skyscraper has gathered the dirtiest part of human nature, and he already knows how to do it. "Are you a comedian? You really know how to tell jokes." The slender woman opened a door behind her, and the stern light shone under the floor tiles.

Room.

It was the first time that Han Fei had seen such a room on the 70th floor of a skyscraper.

"Zhang Rat, how can you be so rude to the guests?"

The door curtain was lifted, and a disorganized woman came out of the outhouse, holding a broken skull of an older child in his hands.

"Hello, the cleaner who was killed by the ghost, ask me to come to the tenth floor to find a night policeman without a camera. That night policeman should be the key to killing the ghost." In order to complete the task, Han Fei took the initiative to look at the other party. He stretched out his hand, but the other party kept looking at the skull of the older child.

Using the ability of art appreciation, Han Fei found that the size of the skull was slightly in line with the bone age, as if the head of a child was locked out of the iron box, the body was broken and grew small, but the head did not develop abnormally.

"Your skull is indeed rare, but this kind of thing made with the help of Lili can be called a work of art at all, and it is just a very cheap thing in the eyes of people on the lower seventy floors." Chang Su complicatedly glanced at it, then gave his own evaluation.

Hearing that her collection was said, the woman immediately turned her head, and a trace of slowness flashed in her eyes.

"You hate collecting, don't you? If you can help me," Han Fei approached the woman and whispered, "I can help you get the treasures on the lower seventy floors, and there is nothing that contains divinity.

work. "

"A work that contains divinity?" The woman's eyes narrowed, he let the others stay inside, and took Chang Su back into the outhouse.

There were all kinds of bloody and cruel collections in front of the curtain, but the woman proudly showed off to Han Fei: "I collected these myself, but unfortunately there are too many people who know me on the tenth floor. You can see that The question of the skull, you should also like to collect it, right?"

"No one collects the victim's clothing, no one collects organs and skulls, and I hate collecting crimes. I will make all those criminals as specimens and list the crimes they don't have." The smile on Han Fei's face was very Gentle, whoever sees him is a gentle scholar: "You were not polite when you were inside. Now it's just the two of us outside the house. Do you think if I kill you, will they avenge you?"

The woman still reacted, and saw a huge monster crawling out of the ghost pattern in front of Han Fei's back, and the mouth full of soul poison opened behind him!

"Did you know? Before the corpse soaked in soul poison is burned to ashes, your ashes will show a white to shiny and long-lasting brilliance. That is a very precious collection." Chang Su stared at it and shook her head. The woman, with the same smile on her face: "As a collector, I think someone should be able to resist the temptation of white ashes?"