My Iyashikei Game

"It sure is him!"

Han Fei thought of Feng Ziyu when the middle-aged man mentioned big companies. When the map of the dead building had not been deleted by the shallow world of "Perfect Life", Feng Ziyu and his colleagues were the last to enter the dead building community. Two testers, the butterfly will be against him also easy to understand.

"Feng Ziyu is very low-key and doesn't communicate with people very much. If it weren't for the occasional sound in his room, I would suspect that the upstairs room would be an empty room." Nosy, the fortune teller told me a long time ago that the age of forty is a barrier, so let me do it myself."

"It's better to improve your abilities if you believe in fate." Han Fei lifted the middle-aged man: "Has your neighbor behaved abnormally in the past few days?"

"I haven't seen him in the past few days, and he doesn't seem to be out of the room. By the way! Some time ago, there was always a knock on the corridor at night, as if it was his door!"

"Is there a knock on the door at night?"

"After midnight, I thought it was the service he ordered at night. I understand that he has been single for so many years, so I didn't think much about it." The middle-aged man did not dare to touch the clothes next to him, and stood carefully behind Han Fei: " Apart from the knock on the door, there seems to be no other abnormality."

"Do you still remember where you woke up?" Han Fei wanted to push back and see if he could find useful clues where the middle-aged man woke up. Something must have moved him.

"I don't remember, it's probably in that direction." The middle-aged man pointed behind him: "I was flustered and didn't pay attention, but I remember one thing, there were a lot of shredded pieces on the ground where I woke up. Blood clothes, those clothes are all written in black text."

In reality, Feng Ziyu disappeared, no one was alive, no corpse was dead.

Looking at the last message he sent to Huang Ying, he should have been led into the depths of the dream by the butterfly step by step, and he also saw room 4444.

If room 4444 is the channel connecting the butterfly between reality and the deep world, then Feng Ziyu should be in the deep world now.

The uncle of the neighbor was an accident. For a "thing" like him that was not very useful, the butterfly might just dump him in the "closet passage" and let him fend for himself.

Han Fei worked hard to connect the limited information in his mind: "Reality, the depths of dreams, the deep world... Is it possible that these three are connected in this way? In reality, people's consciousness and dreams are interconnected, and the depths of dreams and the depths of dreams are connected. Butterfly's room 4444 is connected, and room 4444 is connected to the deep world through the wardrobe passage? After all, the number of room 4444 is different from the number of any room in the dead building, and strictly speaking, it does not belong to the dead building."

"But then the question arises, what is room 4444? Is it really a room?"

Possessing the black box and soul-calling talent, for Han Fei, the entire "Perfect Life" game is like his room 4444.

As long as everyone is logged into the game, they can be summoned after meeting some conditions.

If you think about it this way, what would Butterfly's Room 4444 be?

"It seems that I am limited by inertial thinking, but one thing can be speculated - if there is no room 4444 in the dead building, then maybe the only way to enter that special room is through the wardrobe passage."

Thinking of this, Han Fei felt that he couldn't waste any more time. He wanted to find the exit as soon as possible while the exit button was on.

"Let's go, go to the place where you woke up first." Han Fei helped the middle-aged man, and then looked at the woman who said nothing next to him: "Let's go together, I promise to help you find a child."

In the past, Han Fei, who was socially terrified, was most afraid of attracting attention in public, but now he has always become the core of the team unknowingly.

In the face of the pressure of survival, he has already been reborn.

Walking through the bloody clothes, time slowly lost its meaning, and the despair on the middle-aged man's face became more and more intense, but whenever he had the idea of ​​giving up, he would always see Han Fei's determined face.

He couldn't find any fear on Han Fei's face. This man, who was much younger than him, gave people a sense of stability. That confidence and indifference permeated from his bones, as if he had the ability to win The trump card, you can leave this terrible world at any time.

Under the infection of Han Fei, middle-aged men and women are no longer so depressed, and they also have a very weak expectation in their hearts-maybe they can really find a way out.

There were more and more blood-stained clothes, and he didn't know how far he had walked. Han Fei, who was at the back of the team, suddenly patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and whispered a word in his ear.

"Don't look back, keep going at your normal pace."

"What's wrong."

"Tell the woman who opened the way that there is a blood-clothed suit following us all the time. It seems to be a monster disguised as a blood-clothed suit. You let her speed up after a minute and see if you can get rid of the monster." Han Fei was the fastest and calmest. Tone, delivered a very bad news, they were being targeted by the most difficult thing in the closet.

The middle-aged man truthfully relayed Han Fei's words to the woman. After dozens of seconds, the woman suddenly began to run wild, and the middle-aged man and Han Fei who had been prepared for a long time also ran forward together.

Knowing that he was discovered, the monster disguised in blood showed his original appearance.

Two blood-red arms emerged from the sleeves, and a face covered in cloth appeared on the blood-clothed clothes. The red cloth grew into the flesh, and the clothes became part of it, just like its skin. .

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The speed is very fast, like a blood-red shadow, constantly narrowing the distance between Han Fei and them.

Not long after they ran out, the difference in physical strength between the three survivors could already be clearly seen.

Han Fei didn't change his face, didn't use all his strength, the woman followed closely behind him, and the middle-aged man was panting, and his legs were slowly losing strength.

Now as long as the middle-aged man is left behind, Han Fei and the woman can easily escape. With the size of the middle-aged man, it is enough for the evil shadow to eat for a long time.

"Bang!"

Xu was too scared, the middle-aged man with weak legs tripped over the clothes piled up on the ground.

When he fell over, the middle-aged man's face turned gray. In that instant, he was completely swallowed up by despair, and blood spots began to appear on his clean clothes.

"Give me your hand!"

Han Fei kept observing his surroundings while escaping for his life. There was nothing he could do. He had so much experience in escaping for his life that he had already formed a habit of many things.

Seeing that the monster in blood was about to catch up, Han Fei grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and dragged him, and now he started to really exert his strength.

With the blessing of the security patrol talent of the dead building, Han Fei's running speed is already a bit exaggerated. If passers-by see Han Fei running in the dark in the middle of the night, it is estimated that there is a high probability that he has seen a ghost.

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