My Iyashikei Game

The wardrobe door was not only locked, but there was also tape pasted on the seam of the door. It seemed that people outside the wardrobe felt that the wardrobe was a very ominous item.

"Outside the wardrobe seems to be a very ordinary bedroom. There is no blood, no corpses, and no strange things. It's a bit like... reality."

Lying on the closet door, Han Fei tried to adjust his perspective, and his heart was pounding at this moment.

Stopped behind the cabinet door for a long time, the room outside the wardrobe was still very quiet, and no one came in.

"No matter where it is outside, you have already come here. You have to go out and have a look." Han Fei did not leave alone. He went back the same way and picked up all the women and middle-aged men.

When she first heard that Han Fei had found a way out, the woman didn't believe it at all, and even suspected that Han Fei was possessed by a ghost. When she really saw the cabinet door inside the monster's body, she knew that the man in front of her was not lying.

"It turned out that the exit was in the monster's mouth. No wonder I couldn't find the way." The woman recalled her experiences in these days, and the hand holding the fruit knife turned pale.

"As long as we open the cabinet door, can we go back?" The middle-aged man's tone was obviously excited, and he looked at Han Fei with gratitude: "My wife and children must be worried! Let's open the cabinet door quickly. !"

The man couldn't wait to stare at the cabinet door. This time, he learned to be smart, not reckless, and asked Han Fei's opinion with his eyes before acting.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Han Fei couldn't bear to tell him that 90% of all those who were pulled into the deep world by butterflies had already died in reality.

Even if the outside of the wardrobe is really reality, the middle-aged man should just be a consciousness that will dissipate at any time.

"The outside of the wardrobe should not be reality. The ordinary wardrobe is just a passage connecting two places. Among the countless wardrobes, there should be only one wardrobe that can lead us out of the nightmare."

Han Fei knew very well in his heart that the wardrobe that really connects the dream and the deep world is most likely in room 4444. After they go out, they only need to look at the house number. If it is not room 4444, it means that this is just an ordinary wardrobe passage.

Extending the knife of rebirth out of the gap in the wardrobe, Han Fei cut the tape on the door a little bit. If people outside the wardrobe saw this scene, it would be very scary.

The lock on the wardrobe was difficult to remove, so Han Fei simply removed the door.

The white light reflected on his face, and the middle-aged man squatted greedily next to the wardrobe. It seemed that he felt very happy just by being illuminated.

The woman next to her avoided the light subconsciously. She had lived in the blood-red wardrobe for too long, and she was not used to the light.

"I'm back, this nightmare is finally over!" The middle-aged man was emotional, he was lying on the ground in that horrible blood suit, and reached out to touch the tiles on the ground: "Tiger's mouth escape, I will live a good life and love me well in the future. wife and children."

"Don't be too busy planning, the nightmare is not over yet." Putting the dismantled cabinet door back in place, Han Fei walked to the window and opened the thick curtains.

There is no light in the dark night sky, there is no star and moon, there is only darkness that never ends.

The black fog blocked his vision, and Han Fei could only vaguely see the outlines of three tall buildings not far away.

"This is still in the dead building community, and I haven't left the deep world."

I don't know why, but after confirming this fact, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief: "The wardrobe is the passage and the entrance. I ran from room 1144 to another room in the dead building community."

The top priority now is to determine his position. Han Fei was about to walk out of the bedroom when the last woman to leave the closet suddenly spoke up.

"You see what is this?"

The woman found a black and white photo in the back left corner of the wardrobe of a tall, thin middle-aged man.

Obviously it is a posthumous photo, but the man in the photo is smiling happily, his face full of happiness. He gestured towards the camera, as if he had prepared the meal and was standing at the door waiting for his wife and children to come home.

"I don't think the deceased is older than me." Feng Ziyu's unfortunate neighbor said, and he also showed Han Fei the photo.

The moment he saw the photo, Han Fei's eyes changed.

"Zhuang Ren?!"

Although much younger than in reality, Han Fei still recognized each other at a glance.

The posthumous photo freezes the happiest moment of Zhuang Ren. At that time, there was no accident in Zhuang Ren's family, and he had an enviable life.

"Zhuang Ren said that his family was imprisoned in the dead building. Could it be that this room is the room of Zhuang Ren's family?!" Han Fei took a deep breath and kept himself calm: "Where did you find this photo? "

"Next to the wardrobe." The woman pointed to the corner of the wardrobe, where there was a brazier with ashes from burning a lot of paper money.

The scene in front of him is very familiar to Han Fei. When he was on the ninth floor of Xingfu Community as a manager, he had seen a similar brazier before, but in the basin was a photo of himself.

"There are other things written on the back of the photo!" The middle-aged man exclaimed. He turned the photo to the back and drew a strange human figure on it. Each part was marked with complex ancient characters and blood-stained symbols: "You guys Can you understand what's written on it?"

Han Fei shook his head and suffered from the loss of lack of culture. In order to live a better life in the future, he was determined to work hard and learn more things.

"I can understand a little bit. It seems to be some kind of ceremony, which can bring back the soul of the dead on a certain day." The woman took the photo and hit

After measuring for a long time, her face slowly turned blue, and she subconsciously moved away from the wardrobe in the bedroom.

"What's wrong?"

"The photo says that the first step of the ceremony is to disassemble the coffin where the dead are stored, make it into furniture that can be used by the living, and keep it at home all the time, so that the breath of the living and the dead are mixed, regardless of each other. ." The woman's face became worse and worse: "The wardrobe facing the bed seems to be made of coffins."

"Spiritualism ceremony? What steps are there to follow?"

"After the furniture made of the coffin has been placed in the house for a long time, you may hear unfamiliar voices and footsteps at night. At this time, you must be careful, because it may not be your family, but other things." The woman frowned and looked at the photo, behind The text is too obscure, and there are a lot of weird symbols mixed in it, and I can't understand it at all, and it is difficult to guess the meaning even by guessing.

Some people have taught Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter to perform a soul call, but the reality is that Zhuang Ren is not dead, but Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter who died.

There was a hint of doubt in Han Fei's eyes, what would happen if a ghost conjures the soul of a living person every day in the deep world? Does Zhuang Ren's constant physical weakness have something to do with this?

He silently memorized the text pattern on the back of the photo, and when he quit the game, he was going to find someone special to take a look at it.

If this ritual is really useful, he wants to try it next time.

If something special can be summoned, the dead building will definitely become more lively.

The terrifying and evil spirits have become like opening a blind box in Han Fei. Anyway, no matter what happened in the dead building, it was the butterfly who paid the bill in the end.

All the frights were surprises to Han Fei. He just needed to find a safe corner to quit the game.

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