My Iyashikei Game

Screams rang out in the withdrawal ward. The patient wearing a melon rind cap did not cry out in pain, but was worried that his operation would be deformed, and he could not quickly press the numbers on the calculator.

He is a real patient, chaotic, withdrawn, freewheeling, socially isolated, but cherished by ghosts in a catastrophe.

"As expected of the sacrifice chosen by the dean, his blood seems to be able to blend into the negative emotions of Heilou."

The blood mist drifted away, like a stream flowing to a river, dipping blood-colored veins on the walls. Only then did Han Fei see the cobweb-like aura of hatred in the black building. out.

"Is this why hatred controls the black building?"

The old man didn't want to leave, and Han Fei didn't force it. He picked up the little bell with a silent personality and ran along the trail of the blood mist. When the mist was too dim to see, he continued to bleed.

"Only when the blood of the patient is sacrificed, can the building be seen as it is, these buildings occupied by hatred have been embedded with the deep world."

From the outside, the annex building has only seven floors, but in fact there are countless corridors in the middle of the floors, they extend into the boundless darkness, and it is unknown where they will lead.

Han Fei didn't have the heart to investigate now. The dean's sacrifice was bled out in advance by him. The ghosts and patients in the annex building were all alarmed. The doors hidden behind the darkness were opened, and various patients walked out of it. .

The director designed the most terrifying growth direction for each patient's condition, regarded their personalities as the stone bricks that make up the black building, and integrated them into the third mental hospital.

The black fog of greed swept through, and Han Fei was fortunate to take out the butcher knife.

In the dark building, no ghost can stop his blade.

Seeing that the ghost he was afraid of was killed, the corner of the mouth of the silent little bell moved slightly. His life was like a nightmare from which he would never wake up, but now a knight with a butcher's knife appeared in the nightmare. .

"How long has the catastrophe happened? How many people have died in this dark building? Why does it feel like the ghosts can never be killed?" Han Fei entered the annex building, but he was already very tired.

Gritting his teeth, Han Fei began to work hard, and he used the ability of Word Spirit to keep accelerating himself.

Unlike Han Fei, who was desperately fighting, the ghosts in the abyss of greed are just like the Chinese New Year. The black mist pulled all the sick and wronged souls that Han Fei cut into the abyss, and let the ghosts belonging to Han Fei devour them crazily.

In order to leave before the hatred reacted, Han Fei finally had to call out the torturer again. This large-scale resentment opened the last way for Han Fei, and completely awakened the hatred in the main building.

"Drop the offering! Don't look back!"

The mourning girl's scream echoed in his ears, Han Fei had already rushed to the end of the blood line, he smashed the window in front of him, and jumped down from a height.

The shards of glass in the sky cut through the skin and split the night, Han Fei seemed to have broken the mirror, and seemed to be swimming out of deep water.

The blood-colored paper figurine supported Han Fei's body, he turned his head so strong that he retracted the mad torturer, and sprinted away from the mental hospital with the fastest speed.

The temperature had not returned to normal, and the cold feeling lingered in his heart. Han Fei ran for hundreds of meters before he dared to check the situation behind him.

The mental hospital, which was originally dead silent, was now crowded with people, and figures stood behind the dark windows. The doors of all the wards in the main building were shaking, as if a large number of patients were hammering the wards, trying to get out.

"These ghosts can't be killed, there are too many! How could the world become like this?" Seeing this scene, Han Fei didn't know how people would change the city. Just a black building was enough to kill the school stronghold. all living beings.

After running for a few hundred meters in one breath, Han Fei waited for his body temperature to return to normal, then found an abandoned house and hid in it.

"The spiritual pollution index has risen too fast, and the healing personality cannot be completely offset." Han Fei sat next to the blood-colored paper man and the bereaved girl with a small bottle. How did this thing come about? Why don't some ghosts have ghost blood and resentment?"

Han Fei pursed his lips suspiciously.

"Everyone's definition of ghost blood is different. In my opinion, ghost blood is the purest obsession of ghosts, the only pure memory left in the filthy and filthy soul of ghosts." The bereaved girl didn't feel any blood and tears at all. , her voice was cold and impersonal.

Han Fei nodded with the small bottle, looked at the bereaved girl for a while, and then returned to his original position with a little embarrassment.

"Attention number 0000 players! The specter imprisoned in the abyss of greed, the disease core, has successfully transformed into a medium-sized resentment!"

"Added special ability - Psychological Pollution: It can create a source of spiritual pollution, infect all living people who have come into contact with the source of pollution, and destroy the will of a group."

After eating a large number of patients, the disease core successfully broke through, and its growth rate far exceeded Han Fei's expectations. This world seems to have very few restrictions on ghosts. It is very easy for ghosts to break through under hatred. Fusion of the same kind can be quickly enhanced.

"When I fill the abyss of greed with large-scale resentment, I should be equivalent to a black building?" After Han Fei simply wrapped the melon cap, he didn't care about him anymore, and began to use the help of healing his personality wholeheartedly. Clear the mental pollution from your mind.

In this future where the deep world merges with reality, Han Fei feels like a duck to water. He seems to be born to deal with this worst future.

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In an era of stability and peace, Han Fei can only become an actor, but in such an era of collapse and chaos, his ambitions can be infinitely enlarged until he looks at the gods.

The mental pollution index gradually decreased, and Han Fei was in a slightly better mood. He looked around.

The blood-colored paper figurine was eating away the curse on the mourning girl. Little Bell sat alone on the ground, silent, and the patient wearing the melon rind cap was rarely quiet.

"It finally stopped." Han Fei patted the patient on the shoulder, but who knew that the other party fell directly, he seemed to fall into a coma because of excessive blood loss.

"Broken!" Han Fei hurriedly picked up the person: "You can't die! Next time you enter the black building, you will need your blood to lead the way. If you die, the blood will not be fresh!"

After finding a car, Han Fei sent the male patient and Bell to Yinshang.

Ankang pharmacy has various medicines to treat their injuries, and more importantly, Han Fei knows that the school is connected with the black building, and it is too dangerous to bring patients back.

Taking the soul of a wicked person as a bargaining chip, Yin Shang promised to take care of the male patient and the little bell temporarily. In fact, Yin Shang was also very jealous of these two patients with special personalities, they were both high-class sacrifices.

After dealing with everything, Han Fei, with the active cooperation of the bereaved girl, also brought her into the abyss of greed, and took her back to the school stronghold.

After a busy night, Han Fei was extremely tired. He quietly slipped into the dining hall and ate meat frantically. For him, eating meat was a kind of relaxation both mentally and physically.

"The third day"

There was a bright light in the sky, and Han Fei walked out of the staff dormitory with an appearance of worsening condition.

He was leaning against the wall, and from time to time he would cough violently, as if his body was about to fall apart.

Loud noises came from the main entrance of the school, and people gathered again, their eyes dominated by anger and fear.

There were dead people again last night, and many more!

These residents don't know who the murderer is, they can only take their pressure on the school, because they gave everything to the school, but the school has not kept its promise.

The rumours about the headmaster in the crowd are getting more and more outrageous, and the fragile trust between the residents of the stronghold and the school is completely destroyed.

"The principal has lost popular support, and the school's status has been shaken. No one will trust teachers and principals." Han Fei silently watched the angry people: "Everyone thinks that the principal is wrong. If the principal is killed at this time, then A lot of things can be planted on him."

Many people in the management of the stronghold know the connection between the principal and the black building, and they also know the truth of the assessment, but they have not broken it for their own interests.

Now it's the management who have been killed, and these decision makers, driven by fear, begin to consider whether the principal is the right person.

A large number of ordinary people in the stronghold still don't know the truth. They want to replace a leader who can bring hope to everyone and even take back those buildings.

The management wants to find a new puppet who can deal with the black building and ensure their own safety.

The two sides reached an agreement very delicately, so there was a quarrel at the school gate, which was a demonstration and a test.

"The principal should soon find out who the murderer is, but tonight is the assessment, and he will definitely not kill those 'excellent' sacrifices for ghosts."

The principal estimated that he wanted to wait for the assessment before liquidating, but those children should choose to make a break before the assessment. Today is the first hurdle that Han Fei and the 30 children will have to overcome after entering the memory world of the shrine.

Entering the teaching building, when Han Fei pushed open the door of Class 7, everyone was already seated.

When he saw that no one was missing, he let out a long sigh of relief, this little detail was noticed by the squad leader and No. 2.

"Teacher, are you worried about us?" Monitor No. 5 helped the "weak" Han Fei to the side of the chair.

"Anyway, you are all my students, and I will do my best to protect you." Before Han Fei could speak, he was interrupted by a sneer. He looked down at the podium. No. 4 was lying on the table, his eyes filled with death. , showing signs of being unable to hold back: "Is what I said funny?"

"Gao Cheng, when the catastrophe happened, his eyesight was restored unexpectedly. Later, he was detained in Xinhu Prison on suspicion of murder. After the disaster broke out, he sacrificed blood to all the prisoners in the prison. Later, to avoid ghosts, he sacrificed to the survivors of an entire building. His character is distorted, he is insidious and cunning, and he is a despicable, shameless, crazy and terrible bastard." No. 4 recited Gao Cheng's information: "Teacher, you should stop wearing a mask and live, I can see the horrible death in you. , the people you killed all lay on your soul, and they didn't go far."

"If you can really see it, it should be clear that all the people I killed have a reason to die." Han Fei found that No. 4 was injured and his mental state was a little unstable, so he decided to help the child:" You seemed to overuse your personality last night?"

"I stayed in the dormitory last night and didn't go anywhere." Number Four didn't answer at all.

"The assessment is about to begin. We'd better be more honest. Since you are not willing to open up your heart, I will take the initiative to enter your heart." Han Fei stepped off the podium and shook hands in front of the whole class. Holding the fourth hand: "I am both a teacher and a doctor. These two noble professions are the interpretation of my life."

"I think you're more like a monster!" Number Four wanted to withdraw his hand, but Han Fei had already used the secret of touching the depths of his soul.

"Didn't you find out that one of your former partners is missing? How can there be no healing power in a complete team?"

Compared with curing others, Han Fei is better at forcing

Open the patient's heart.

The soul of No. 4 stands on countless tombstones, and merges with death. The world in his eyes is just like his personality, fragmented, dirty and ugly, full of self-destructive tendencies.

"How can you forget him?"

Starlight and Hope fell into the graveyard occupied by death. Han Fei didn't want to change No. 4. He just manipulated and healed his personality, using the gentlest power to mend the wounds on No. 4's soul.

At first, No. 4 was still fiercely resisting, but gradually, No. 4, who was originally most hostile to Han Fei, looked at him differently.

From shock to doubt, and finally silence.

All this was seen by No. 2. He buttoned the last button of his collar, and finally a smile appeared on his face: "Now we are all together."