My Iyashikei Game Chapter 685: His nightmare is like a natural disaster
Chapter 686 His nightmare is comparable to a natural disaster
Han Fei stood in Room 444, Building 4 of the Paradise Family Courtyard. He slowly moved his gaze away from Yan Le, entered the back room alone, and began to inspect this weird room.
”Don’t walk around!” The middle-aged man kindly reminded him, but Han Fei had already entered the bedroom.
Walking in a room full of cursing words, the whole person will feel extremely depressed and panic. Those words are like distorted human faces, constantly squeezed into his eyeballs.
”Four have a meaning of death. The fourth floor seems to be a dead building. I feel that there is a memory about this place in my mind, but I can’t remember it at all.”
Scanning the shocking curses on the wall, Han Fei followed the **** handprints and found something in the bedroom.
There is a folding bed on the ground full of vicious curses, with chains hanging on the legs of the bed, which seem to be used to fix the person on the bed.
Under the bed Han Fei also found a cardboard box full of video tapes.
Picking up a plate, Han Fei frowned when he saw the description on the cover.
The video tape in this box records the last time of a person’s life, captures their last despair, freezes the picture of their death, and is a veritable death video.
The other side of the bed is the projector, depending on its placement, the picture played by the projector can be seen by the person on the bed.
”People who are fixed on the bed, do they have to watch such desperate death videos every night?”
In order to verify his guess, Han Fei put the video tape into the projector.
The indicator lights up, and there is a strange sound coming from the projector, as if many bugs are crawling among the bones.
“Stop it! Dreams will interfere with reality through video and drag us into nightmares.” The middle-aged man outside the house struggled to come over, trying to stop Han Fei.
“You all go out, I stay here alone, if I fall into a nightmare, you can open the door and escape, don’t worry about me.” It’s fine to watch the death video in such a weird room, Han Fei still has to be alone Look, the middle-aged man didn’t know whether to admire Han Fei’s courage or call him ignorant and fearless for refusing other people to come over.
Sitting on the single bed, Han Fei stared at the playback screen, savoring the despair.
All videos begin with a colorful butterfly flying from a distance. The texture on its body is gorgeous and magnificent, as if it condenses all the beauty in this dark night.
The butterfly appeared very suddenly, and disappeared very suddenly. After it disappeared, the video began to play normally.
The first victim was Yan Le’s neighbor, a child in a single-parent family who was rejected by his parents. Both sides regarded him as a burden. Slowly, he also thought his existence was a mistake. With the cooperation of the child, the child hastily ended his life.
In the entire video, Yan Le did not leave the country, but after thinking about it carefully, she is probably the photographer who recorded these cruel and crazy scenes.
Nine victims died, and a large number of victims were on the verge of collapse. Everyone lived in the despair they woven, like a child lost at a crossroads, dazed, scared, and helpless.
The emotions of those people infected the viewers through the video tape, but Han Fei remained expressionless and just watched silently.
He didn’t know why he didn’t respond, maybe because he saw something more desperate than this somewhere.
Fast forward, double speed, and after Han Fei finished watching the videotapes, he also discovered a very strange thing.
Every time the tape is played, the butterfly at the opening will fly a little forward.
By the time he saw the last tape, the butterfly was about to land on the screen.
“I really want to slap him to death.” Han Fei continued to watch. The protagonist of the last videotape was the owner of the videotape rental house.
One night, he was lying on the bed just like Han Fei at this time, watching over and over again.
In the middle of the night, when it was almost twelve o’clock in the morning, he also saw the last video.
At this time, he was completely dominated by certain emotions, and the expression on his face became more and more terrifying. He thought of many things in life, then took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen and knocked on the door of the neighbor’s house.
The last scene of the screen is that the boss and the neighbor are both lying in a pool of blood. The neighbor’s expression is fearful and painful, but the boss shows a strange sense of relief and satisfaction when he dies.
When he died, a colorful butterfly flew out of the boss’s mind, flapped its wings up and down, and approached the screen.
It flew closer and closer, and finally seemed to fly out of the screen.
Han Fei stared at the butterfly vigilantly, and when he realized it again, the colorful butterfly appeared in his mind.
In the empty mind, there is only a dark curtain that blocks memory. Butterfly spreads desperate dream dust, but does not weave any dreams. Han Fei’s beautiful memories, and then destroy them all.
”Only by knowing the past can we weave the most contradictory nightmare in my heart. I can understand it.” Han Fei was lying on the bed with the blood-colored paper figure in his arms. Normal people would definitely feel scared at this time, after all, flying into the mind It was a particularly terrifying thing. Nine people had committed suicide because of it before, but Han Fei was very indifferent, as if it was planned in advance.
Han Fei himself didn’t understand where his confidence came from. It felt like he had practiced it before.
In order to get into the crack, the colorful butterfly did not hesitate to stain its gorgeous wings with blood. It vowed to drag Han Fei into the most terrifying nightmare.
The **** paper man opened his eyes, but Han Fei shook his head. He didn’t even let the paper man stop the butterfly.
”I can predict death, but this crippled little butterfly didn’t arouse the fear in my heart.” Han Fei changed a comfortable posture: “Looking at the dazed look of the butterfly entering my mind, clearing my memory People should not be dreams. If I really cleared the game before, it is likely that another manager who cleared my memory is the enemy of the dream.”
The brain is the core of a person, the home of consciousness and soul, but Han Fei let him in.
He is using the attack of one enemy to break the shackles left by another enemy.
”I seem to be a little sleepy.” There was a rustling voice in his mind, as if fine sand was falling from his ears. Han Fei tied the paper figurine to himself with a red string, bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and used his will Fight drowsiness.
Colorful butterflies get into the darkness, which can arouse the deepest despair and evil in a person’s heart.
After a moment of silence, the cracks in the shady scene widened again, and suffocating despair seeped out of the shady scene.
If the despair of other people is a completely closed dark room, then Han Fei’s despair is like a boundless deep sea!
He didn’t block himself in darkness, but wanted to submerge everything!
The originally colorful butterfly came out of the crack as if escaping. Its beautiful wings were torn apart, and the fragments of Han Fei’s memory pierced deeply into its body like sharp glass shards.
The butterfly was crumbling, and the sharp memory fragments were brought out of the gap. Han Fei also saw some memories related to the butterfly.
He has killed butterflies before!
The fragments that pierced the butterfly’s body were all memories related to the butterfly. Han Fei saw the last scene of the butterfly’s death.
In the depths of his mind, there is a blood-red orphanage, in which he stretched out his hands laughing wildly and pinched the butterfly to death.
This **** memory caused a chain reaction, and the entire black curtain that blocked the memory was covered with blood threads. As the crack widened again, the despair and fear in Han Fei’s memory also gushed out along the crack.
The colorful butterfly wanted to weave a nightmare out of Han Fei’s despair and pain, but it didn’t expect that Han Fei’s despair and pain far exceeded his imagination. Caught off guard, the nightmare got out of control.
The colorful butterfly did not escape Han Fei’s mind in the end. It was torn apart by despair and became a part of the nightmare.
The desperation and pain in Han Fei’s mind were like a flood that broke through a dam. All kinds of horrible hallucinations and images began to appear around him, among them were giant trees made of countless human hands; The male teacher with three mouths; the seemingly absent singing voice and so on.
”Attention player number 0000, you have successfully reached stage eight!”
Colorful butterflies are like sparks falling into a gunpowder keg, weaving a nightmare that engulfs itself together.
Lying on the bed, a drop of blood flowed from the corner of Han Fei’s eye. The blood vessels in his temples were bulging, and his will was beaten repeatedly by fear.
He now knows how painful the “brain” was just now, and it is not easy to resist nightmares.
However, what he is a little more relaxed than the “brain” is that his nightmare is out of control. At this moment, not only he can see those horrible scenes, but everyone around him is affected. Because the butterfly died directly in the dream, his nightmare was constantly spreading around.
“I didn’t expect that the villain I hate and disgust the most can activate my memory.” Han Fei looked towards the living room, and the “brain” drew the undissipated maze pattern on his body on Yan Le’s abdomen, and the one that got into Yan Le The contents of Le’s belly are now under the maze tattoo.
After the colorful butterfly in the video tape died, a scream came from Yan Le’s stomach, and the labyrinth tattoo began to spread rapidly.
“It’s already eleven thirty in the evening, why hasn’t Yan Le’s mother appeared yet?” Li Guoer, who was guarding the door, gradually lost her patience, and she checked the time repeatedly.
“I don’t know too well.” The middle-aged man sat in the corner, the blood in his eyes had already drained, and there were two shocking bloodstains on his cheeks.
”Yan Le’s mother loves Yan Le so much, if we put a knife on Yan Le’s neck, or do something to hurt her, maybe we can force her mother to show up.” , she really drew out the knife: “This room is too weird, let’s call Yan Le’s mother as soon as possible, and then leave.”
”If you do that, you will be regarded as a threat by Yan Le’s mother, and it is even more impossible for her to cooperate with you and tell you what happened in the past.” The middle-aged man knew his wife’s character very well, and he said weakly.
“Then how long do we have to wait?” Li Guoer was protecting the two children, and she was under a lot of pressure.
“The resentment will completely erupt at midnight, and her mother should also appear.” The middle-aged man had just finished speaking, and suddenly felt something was wrong. An air of uneasiness emerged quietly: “Has my wife become so scary?”
“Cough cough.” Han Fei came out of the back room coughing. He wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes and stared at the “brain” of his predecessor: “There is a colorful butterfly hidden in the death video tape left by your daughter and wife.”
“That’s one of the incarnations of ‘Dream’ when it kills people, and it will become like that when it enters the dream.” The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei and said in surprise, “Why are your eyes bleeding too? “
“I have good news and bad news to tell you.” Han Fei stretched out a finger: “The good news is that one of the incarnations of the dream died in my mind, and it was crushed by the nightmare I wove Broken.”
”Impossible, the dream has never been killed, no one can have the memory of its death, let alone the despair that can shake its will.” The middle-aged man shook his head: “Forget it, you say bad What is the message?”
”The bad news is that after it died, the nightmare in my mind was completely out of control, and all the despair and pain enveloped you. You may see the horror I experienced later, and you may need to help me share the pain As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, the faint singing sounded in everyone’s ears.
Yan Le, who was tied to the chair, suddenly screamed, she had never been so disturbed.
The expression on that immature face slowly became gloomy, and her bones made a crisp sound, as if another soul hidden in her body felt a fatal threat and wanted to come out to take over her body.
At the beginning, the middle-aged man who thought Han Fei was talking nonsense stopped talking now~IndoMTL.com~ He found that no matter what he did, he couldn’t get rid of the singing, and the singing from the nightmare seemed to directly cover the entire community .
”What horrible monster have you ever encountered?” The middle-aged man got up from the ground, regardless of the danger, and covered his daughter’s ears.
”I don’t know, I lost my memory.” Goosebumps appeared on the back of Han Fei’s neck when he heard the singing.
Before everyone understood the meaning of the singing, the piercing siren temporarily overwhelmed the singing.
Han Fei opened the door and looked outside. A black taxi led a long queue of police cars into the community.
”Xiao Jia defected to the enemy?”
Siren, singing and crying were mixed together. As more and more people entered the community, Han Fei felt that the pain he was suffering gradually eased. The nightmare of losing control directly dragged everyone into the nightmare, making everyone They were always disturbed by Han Fei’s despairing hallucinations, and they gradually became unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, and then did all kinds of terrible things.
“It seems to be messed up.” Han Fei looked further away. There were a few vans behind the police car. After the players circled around, they entered through the back door of the community.
(end of this chapter)