My Iyashikei Game

Han Fei didn't know the layout of the building manager, and he wouldn't completely trust Fu Sheng.

The reason is very simple. After obtaining the black box, Han Fei chose a different path than Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng wants to completely destroy the deep world and seal everything out of reality, while Han Fei wants to destroy what should be destroyed and redeem what should be redeemed.

If Fu Sheng considered the issue entirely from his own perspective, then Han Fei considered it from a fair perspective.

Han Fei, who was in a state of unconsciousness at the time, followed his instincts, opened the different sides of the black box, released the devil, and at the same time embraced hope.

No one has ever dared to be like Han Fei, and he didn't have the courage to take office as the head of the building.

It is precisely because of Han Fei's choice that he and Fu Sheng are no longer together. Maybe Fu Sheng will try to guide Han Fei now, but at some point in the future, they will also have differences.

That kind of disagreement is not something that can be persuaded by someone. Everyone is betting on their lives and future, and it is difficult to turn back.

Han Fei wrapped his hair again with a piece of paper, and he didn't dare to go back to room 4144 right now. Fu Sheng's memory was divided into countless fragments. Although the memory fragments in the dead building and the happy community originated from the same person, because of the different emotions contained within, the individual characters formed by the memory fragments may not be the same.

A person will have a dark side more or less, let alone a person like Fu Sheng who was selected by a black box. The darkness that is really suppressed in his heart may be more terrifying than a butterfly.

"Leave the 14th floor first."

Han Fei carried the middle-aged man into the corridor, but the woman stopped in place.

"Did you find anything?"

"Why don't you take the elevator, I always feel that we will die if we go down here." The woman clenched the fruit knife in her hand: "My intuition is very accurate."

There is a faint light coming from the dark corridor. It looks ordinary at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that the light seems to be closer.

As if it was not a light at all, but a pair of huge cold eyes.

Han Fei has no time to hesitate now. All the room numbers on the 14th floor have two 4's on them. This floor is completely a ghost's nest.

Just looking at the paper money in that place made Han Fei's scalp tingle, and the owners of all the rooms on this floor seemed to be conjuring their souls.

When "Guang Liang" was slowly approaching downstairs, Han Fei came to the thirteenth floor with a middle-aged man on his back: "Hide here first, the fourteenth floor is too dangerous."

Han Fei quietly closed the security door, letting the middle-aged man and woman hide behind the door, and he entered the corridor alone.

The thirteenth floor is a bit normal, but there are still paper money scattered on the corridor, and every household has red couplets attached, but the black characters on the couplets are all curses, and their anti-theft doors are also smeared with various things and broken. of red lines and mirror fragments, etc.

Soon, Han Fei came to the door of room 4134. Before he could turn his head, a cold air came from his ear!

Turn around sharply!

Han Fei saw a security uniform covered in black and red paint on the door of room 4134. There was a big hole in the chest and abdomen of the uniform, as if it had been torn open by hand.

He took a half step back, and the security uniform that had been pasted on the door slowly slipped off. Then the door panel opened a slit, and a man's voice came from it.

"It's about to return to Soul Night, there can be no one in the corridor, come in quickly."

"Return to Soul Night?" Han Fei found that the person used "you", not "you", and the other party seemed to be unaware of the existence of women and middle-aged men.

"It's hard to say a few words. In short, if you don't want to die, come in quickly." The man's voice was serious, and he kept urging: "If I hadn't seen you in a security uniform, I wouldn't have saved you, hurry up! Big risk!"

Han Fei himself is a master of acting, he can't directly hear whether the other party is lying, but he can hear whether the other party is acting deliberately.

"I still have two friends, just at the door, can I take them..."

"Is it also a security guard? Three security guards are still alive this time? Come here quickly!" The man said with doubts, but still decided to take in Han Fei.

After a while, Han Fei brought the other two people over. Seeing that the middle-aged man and woman did not have security uniforms, the man in the house immediately prepared to go back, but Han Fei's hand was too fast. When he wanted to close the door, Han Fei was already stuck. door panel.

"Are you looking for death?" The man gritted his teeth: "If I knew they were not security guards, I wouldn't even save you!"

Speaking fiercely, the man still opened the door.

The three entered the house, and when they closed the door, there were heavy footsteps in the safe passage outside.

"Shh." The man in the room made a silent gesture, he was standing at the door, and everyone didn't dare to move, just stared at him.

The owner of room 4134 was wearing a clean security uniform, but the uniform did not fit well. What made Han Fei even more surprised was that there were still a lot of security uniforms piled up in the room, some of which were broken, and some of them were directly torn apart.

It is almost impossible to find a complete uniform other than the one on the owner.

When the footsteps completely disappeared, the owner of the house breathed a sigh of relief. He looked like he had escaped death: "If I hadn't rescued you, the three of you would have died just now!"

"What are those footsteps?"

"Don't care what it is, and don't be curious. Curiosity killed the cat." The owner of the house said in a low voice: "You three each owe me a

Life, you can remember it for me. "

"Why do I owe you a life?" The middle-aged man was wearing a bloody suit, at least he looked terrifying.

"Believe it or not, I'll throw you out now? I didn't want to save you at all." When the owner of the house was talking, his eyes would always drift to Han Fei intentionally or not. He was looking at Han Fei's security uniform.

"You seem to be very interested in the uniform I wear? There are security uniforms everywhere in this room, don't you have a hobby of collecting these things?" Han Fei said very impolitely, he was thinking if there was a real conflict , you can have some chance of winning.

"I don't have a hobby of collecting clothes, and I'm also the security guard in this building." The man took out his work permit from his uniform. He called him the oiran.

"Don't laugh at my name, my surname is Hua, my parents are not literate, so I asked a fortune-teller. He named me Kui, saying that it means the leader, and taking this name will increase my lifespan. My parents feel that It had a good meaning, and then I was named Oiran."

"The big man's name is Hua Kui?" The middle-aged man covered the wound on his lower back, feeling as if he couldn't straighten his waist with a smile.

Unlike middle-aged men, Han Fei felt that the fortune-teller was really capable.

All the security guards in the building are flower pots that butterflies use to cultivate human chrysalis. Only those who can produce the most beautiful "flowers" will be left to the end. In this sense, the male security guard is called an oiran. Suitable.

"Hua Kui, how long have you been working here?" Han Fei asked casually.

"Don't call me outright, I'm your savior, and we're not familiar enough to call him by his first name." The man was a little annoyed, but soon his anger dissipated again, looking at Han Fei and the others There was also a trace of complicated emotions in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Brother Kui, have you rescued a lot of security guards like me?" Han Fei changed his words and tone. He used master-level acting skills, and every word he said made Hua Kui feel friendly and natural.

"It's quite pleasant for you to shout like that." The man motioned Han Fei to enter the room, but he didn't dare to turn on the light. After closing the curtains, he lit a candle: "Everyone in this building is crazy, I'm fourteen. The security guards who entered the building a few days ago and I was with me have been taken away by the residents of the building."

"It was taken?"

"Yes, no one is alive, no one is dead." The man said in a low voice: "They hold a special ceremony every four days. They call it the night of returning to the soul, and the whole building will go crazy, as if the dead will also Come back that day, anyway, that night will be the most terrifying night in the building! If you hadn't found this room, you probably wouldn't have seen me."

"Did any new security come in while you were running for your life?"

"Yes, as long as I see them, I will try my best to save them. Unfortunately, most of the time I can't save them. At most, I can only bring their uniforms back to this safe room for preservation."

The man's words were prudent, and he himself believed in what he said, but Han Fei didn't believe it.

It's not that the man deceived him, but that his memory may only be fourteen days.

There are countless uniforms piled up in this room. The man said that only a few of them were picked up by him. In fact, Han Fei felt that all the uniforms were picked up by him, but he didn't remember it.

The security guards who came in each round died, and crooked flowers grew in the flowerpots of the same period, and only the oiran will live forever.

In other words, the man survived not because he was lucky, nor because room 4134 was safe, but simply because he was the best fit for some kind of butterfly.

If he meets someone more suitable than him, the butterfly will kill him without hesitation.

"Why do I listen... I feel like this building is more dangerous than the wardrobe?" The middle-aged man ran out of the closet with hope, and what greeted him was not reality, but an even more desperate abyss.

"You'd better find a way to leave tonight. Tomorrow night is the night of returning to the soul. After midnight, you can't even run if you want to..."

Before the oiran could finish speaking, there was a sudden mournful music in the building, and when he heard this voice, the oiran changed his face directly; "It's not quite right, this sound was only heard at the beginning of the night of returning to the soul, and every household welcomed the soul, and then after that. In the middle of the night, it is the most dangerous and terrifying return to the soul."

"Is it early?"

"I'm not sure either!" The oiran was nervous, and he was very impatient now.

"The law of the night of returning to the soul should not be held every four days. It should be held on the fourth of every month, every year on April 4th, and April 4th should be the most terrifying day." Han Fei remembered that he was in Zhuang Autonomous Region. The calendar that the Qing family saw, and the date circled on it, tomorrow is April 4th, the night of returning to the soul has not really come yet, and some things have already begun to emerge.

"The night of returning to the soul every four days is not a real night of returning to the soul, it's just a small fight. The real night of returning to the soul should be on April 4th of the year, that is, the ghost who jumped off the building and the female anchor died at the same time. That day." Han Fei has always been curious about this day, the deceased that day are definitely not only the jumping off the building and the female anchor: "Why does the butterfly concentrate everyone on that day to kill? Does it want to use everyone's grievances to help it break through a certain day? A bondage?"

Sad music sounded in the building, and it was impossible to tell which floor it was. However, unlike the others, Han Fei also heard the singing mixed with the sad music. The ineffable existence was outside the building. It couldn't enter the building, and now it seemed to be looking for Han Fei layer by layer.

"Return to Soul Night, will the true body of the butterfly appear on this day?"

Han Fei is also very tired now, but he doesn't dare to quit the game. He is afraid that after he leaves, he will go online next time and face the most terrifying game directly.

Back to the soul night.

"Zhuang Wen also ran into Building No. 4, but why is there no movement in the building? With her crazy state, she will definitely do something!"

"There are two 4's in the house number of the ghost who jumped from the building. Now Zhuang Wen has merged all the fragments, and her strength has skyrocketed. Now it should be between two fours and three fours."

Han Fei quickly made a plan for himself. The first task was to find Zhuang Wen, and then to find Feng Ziyu. He had to complete a goal before quitting the game.

"You two stay in this room, I'll take a look outside." Han Fei has a passive and professional talent, and it is really difficult for ordinary building owners to catch up with him.

Quietly leaving room 4134, Han Fei found that the atmosphere outside was different from just now.

When the mournful music sounded, the paper money in the corridor was blown by the wind, and there was a faint sound of fingernail scratching on the anti-theft doors with red couplets.

If you get close, you will find that it is not an illusion at all. The security door is slightly twisted, as if it is under enormous pressure.

Putting away the landlord's ring, Han Fei was worried that it would crack when he met hatred. Ruining something is a small thing, but exposing one's position is a big thing.

He tried to communicate the big sin, hoping that the big sin could help him warn him.

The big evil in the arm agreed very decisively, which made Han Fei a little worried. He was not sure if the big evil understood what he meant. It will send a reminder.

After all, the danger in the eyes of Dae is different from the danger in the eyes of normal people. It just hopes that Han Fei will be in a state of dying.

"The architectural layout of Building No. 4 is similar to that of Building No. 1." When Han Fei walked to the middle of the corridor, he saw an old-fashioned elevator. He had never used the elevator in Building No. 1 once.

All kinds of graffiti were scribbled on the silver-gray elevator door. Those graffiti vaguely formed a human face. If you stared at it for a long time, it seemed that you would be sucked into the elevator.

"Let's stay away from this thing."

Han Fei was about to leave when the numbers on the elevator display suddenly changed, and someone seemed to be coming over by the elevator.

The sadness and joy in his ears gradually became clear, Han Fei took a last look at the elevator display, and then quickly ran into the safe passage.