My Iyashikei Game

Dealing with the scene and cleaning up the traces, Han Fei has been very proficient in destroying the corpse and destroying the traces in practice.

Even if a professional criminal police came, it would be difficult to find the problem without the help of high-tech equipment.

"Those who respect people will be respected, and those who kill will always be killed. You are the butcher who slaughtered the living, and I am the butcher who slaughtered you."

Han Fei covered the black cloth on the big iron basin, looked at the room that had been restored to its original state, and after making sure that nothing was missed, left with his companions, as if they had never appeared.

The yin and malice in Uncle Li's body were swallowed by the black snake, while his mask and the key in his pocket were taken away by Han Fei.

After walking out of the underground, Han Fei came to Uncle Li's room non-stop. Anyway, the villain was dead. It is better to use his inheritance to repay the society and help more people.

Looking through the boxes, Han Fei searched for useful things, and now he feels a little bit like playing games normally.

Uncle Li's room brought Han Fei a lot of surprises. He found a lot of blood-filled bottles under the bed Uncle Li had been lying on.

After letting the little black snake try it, they found that the blood contained a lot of negative emotions, and as soon as the bottle cap was opened, they could hear the screams and wailing of living people.

Sub-personality No. 6 has a dark heart and likes to torture people. He put all the despair and pain he collected into these bottles.

Han Fei didn't know why No. 6 collected these things. It might be to satisfy his own perverted hobbies, but these things just happened to help the cry to recover quickly.

Under the watchful eyes of the little black snake licking his lips, Han Fei wept all the bottles.

Being sunk into the blood pool by the pig-faced monster, crying and being forced to face the worst memories, the despair of childhood has become the fulcrum of its thin body, and now it is different from before.

Before crying, I had been escaping from memory, trying to use time to smooth the wound, but its time seemed to stay at that moment forever, trapping it in place.

Now, although he has suffered more than before, the time that fixed him has been broken, and he has stepped out of the past and is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After drinking the blood that had precipitated despair, the breath exuding from crying became even more terrifying.

He is collecting all kinds of despair, and then condensing those despairs into something. When he succeeds in condensing it, it should be the time when its strength will break through again.

"The cry of crying can affect all resentment within a ten-meter range before entering the animal alley, and now this range has been expanded to fifteen meters. If his strength continues to increase, the range of the cry should be more and more affected. Big."

Han Fei remembered the indescribable singing. The other party's singing shrouded nearly a thousand meters. All the remnants who heard the singing shivered and were in a trance.

"The potential to cry is great, and maybe it will become an ineffable existence like singing in the future."

While crying and swallowing despair, Han Fei began to search the rest of the room.

The old man's house was a mess. There were medicine bottles and expired items everywhere. The quilts and clothes in the cupboards were moldy. The whole room was filled with a sense of death.

"What is this?"

In a pocket of a wardrobe, Han Fei found a crumpled photo of a skinny little boy.

The child was a little afraid of life, his hair was long, his face was frighteningly white, and his arms were obviously a little abnormal.

Turning over the photo, the boy's name and birthday were written on the back of the old photo, as well as two dazzling words - family.

"No. 6 is just a sub-personality of the spider. Why would he put such a photo close to him and say that the other person is his family?"

Continuing to rummage, there is an adoption record and a large amount of handwritten information hidden in the dark compartment in the deepest part of the cabinet.

The handwriting on the information is completely different from the No. 6 deputy personality, but it is very similar to the writer's handwriting.

"Uncle Li stole the author's adoption of orphans? What's the point of him doing this?"

Looking down, Han Fei found that a lot of words in the materials had been smeared out with a red pen, and the blank spaces were densely filled with words such as death, killing, and sin.

"The writer wanted to kill the orphan he adopted? Why would he do that?"

On the thin pages of adoption materials, Han Fei found many different handwritings.

The writer sometimes wants to kill the orphan, and sometimes he is calmly reflecting. Except for the writer, the other personalities seem to have accepted the orphan as their own family.

Han Fei knew that Spider once adopted a child some time before he died. After the spider died, the kid also sold the spider's brain to Immortal Pharma.

In fact, Han Fei didn't understand why people like spiders adopted orphans in the last period of life. He was obviously troubled by butterflies at that time, and the two sides were fighting very fiercely.

Isn't adopting a child at such a time to deliberately add flaws to yourself? Butterfly must have attacked the orphan to affect the spider.

"Could it be that it wasn't the writer who made the decision to adopt the orphan? It was a sub-personality controlled by a spider?"

At this point, Han Fei has mastered a lot of clues. He can determine that among the nine personalities of the spider, one or several personalities have been controlled by the butterfly.

With the unscrupulous nature of the butterfly, it can do anything to deal with spiders.

"This adopted son of the spider must be taken seriously, he should be a breakthrough!"

Turning the old man's room upside down, Han Fei

There was no other discovery, the old man and the female chef had different personalities, and the butterfly did not attack him.

His sinister bloodlust stems from his own malice, in other words, he is the dark side of spiders, the kind of people spiders hate most.

Taking away the adoption records and photos, Han Fei restored the house to its original state, and then they returned to Xu Qin's room.

After briefly explaining Xu Qinhe crying, Han Fei quit the game in the corner of the bedroom.

The blood solidified the world, and Han Fei took off the game helmet.

The bloodshot eyes looked a little scary, and the sky outside the window was already bright.

Han Fei moved his stiff body, and every time he moved, he would feel severe pain.

The feeling of being injured in the game was so real that Han Fei was a little uncomfortable when he returned to reality.

He still subconsciously hung his left hand on his chest, as if his left hand was still broken.

Dizzy and exhausted, Han Fei looked at his rudimentary game equipment and couldn't help thinking of Huang Yingjie's game room.

He took out his mobile phone and habitually checked his personal account, and then sighed softly. The first share of "Twin Flowers" had not been received, and the salary of "Suspense Novelist" had not yet been settled.

There are now more than 200,000 in his account, of which 200,000 are bounties for assisting the police in solving cases and catching fugitives.

"The most luxurious game warehouse costs millions, enough to buy a suite in the old city. It's not something ordinary people can afford."

With the explosive development of technology, it also brings great hidden dangers. Everything is like an iceberg suspended at sea.

Everyone was amazed at the majesty of the ice peaks on the sea, but they selectively ignored the huge group of icebergs buried under the sea, which was almost out of breath.

Looking at the balance of the card, Han Fei didn't want to buy a house for the time being, and he didn't have much interest in making friends or falling in love.

His only interest is to survive in the game, and his only material desire is to buy a multi-functional game box, which can make it easier for him to play games for a long time, and then better survive in the game.

Lying on the bed, Han Fei discovered that the deep world is not without its merits, at least the house there can live in casually, as long as he doesn't mind that it is a haunted house, and he is not too afraid of death.

The body rested for a long time before it was so painful, and Han Fei slowly fell asleep.

After just sleeping for more than an hour, he was woken up by the alarm clock. Before he woke up, his body had already got out of bed and started to wash.

At half past eight, Han Fei came downstairs on time, plainclothes and Li Xue were already waiting for him beside the police car.

For the police, Han Fei is one of the baits to lure butterflies. They protect Han Fei in order to catch butterflies faster.

"Li Xue, have you found any evidence of contact between spiders and butterflies?"

Sitting in the police car, Han Fei was not idle. He was an actor who just acted like a criminal case consultant.

"Not yet, all the information about spiders has been destroyed." Li Xue looked at Han Fei's dark circles: "Did you not rest well last night?"

"Had a long nightmare." Han Fei casually said, and then asked, "Do you know that Spider once adopted an orphan? If possible, I want to meet him."

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