My Iyashikei Game

The businessman was full of bitterness. He was about to say a few more words when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from downstairs.

Looking back, his bloodless face became even paler, and countless little ghosts rushed upstairs with a crazy woman surrounded by them.

"Why did you change another one?" Shrinking his neck, the businessman closed the security door and hid in the corridor: "What is the origin of that man? I have seen a scumbag who was beaten up by a few women, but I have never seen a scumbag. So many security guards who are madly chased by ghosts, how many have they changed?"

The businessman counted with his fingers, and from time to time he secretly glanced outside.

Han Fei, who never cared about the strange eyes of others, finally came to the 22nd floor. The cry of the child was heard in his ears. This time, the bruised boy did not stand in the corridor, but stood beside the security door.

The needle girl eats a cut and grows a lot of wisdom. In order to prevent her child from being kidnapped by people like Han Fei, she does not dare to let the little boy get too far from the safety gate.

Take every precaution, but I didn't expect Han Fei to come again.

The sick woman's face appeared in the glass window. Her hand holding the syringe had already been raised. As long as Han Fei dared to touch the boy, she would immediately pierce Han Fei's head with the needle in her hand.

"You stay awake! This girl is your real child!"

Han Fei walked past the injured boy, slammed open the safety door, and grabbed the needlewoman's wrist.

"Touch the secrets in the depths of the soul!" Seeing through the surface, directly touching the depths of the soul, the needle girl also contains Zhuang Wen's motherhood, but this motherhood has been corroded by the memory of the past and distorted into another appearance.

The divorced mother is the real beautiful mother in Zhuang Wen's fantasy, and the syringe girl is the incarnation of Zhuang Wen's mother in reality. She can't do without drugs. She believes in the words of the exorcist and uses the child as a bargaining chip, which is crazy and terrible.

The wrist was grabbed at once, and the needle girl's frantic eyes slowly widened.

What's the meaning? Kidnapped my son last time? Want to kidnap me this time?

Before the raised needle could fall, a cold little hand touched the face of the needlewoman, her frantic expression instantly solidified, and it seemed that something instinct was awakening in her broken heart.

When the safety door was knocked open, the syringe girl was ready. As long as Han Fei dared to take her child away, she would wave the syringe immediately. But now her hand couldn't fall, and those crazy eyes stared straight at the little girl.

"Where's my...child?"

Muttering to herself, the syringe girl seemed to remember something.

"Let's talk while walking!"

Han Fei held the little girl in one hand and the injured little boy in the other, and ran away.

The syringe girl stood there for a while, and when the divorced mother appeared with a group of goblins, her chest heaved violently, as if something in her heart had torn the seal.

"My child, they took my child, that's my child!"

The pupils trembled, the needle girl's limbs were suddenly deformed, and each fingernail was like a knife covered with blood.

She lost the syringe in her hand and chased after Han Fei.

"The original ghost who jumped from the building didn't seem to be able to leave room 1244 through the door, but she has now left; the divorced mother never stepped out of her home to look for her child, and now she has come out too; the last is the syringe girl, who has been holding a syringe and is tortured in pain The women in bondage have now lost their syringes too. They have all changed, and it seems that the butterfly's certain restriction on the three memories has all been broken by me."

Han Fei's original intention was good, but the problem is that now the "number of people" chasing him has increased again, and the red skirt must not be able to withstand so many "people".

"I have to go to the female anchor for help! Let the red skirt be complete first!"

With the decision, Han Fei immediately began to implement it. He ran across the corridor and entered the corridor on the other side.

In the dead building game, Han Fei deliberately pieced together the three memories of the building jumper. The memories of the building jumper will not attack each other, but they will not merge.

In order for them to become a whole, certain conditions are required.

At first Han Fei thought that this specific condition was a little girl, but now he found that it was not the case.

Just after sprinting to the 22nd floor with all his strength, and then going downstairs at full speed, Han Fei's exercise volume in the healing game has already surpassed most other types of games on the market.

All the way down, all the places Han Fei passed were covered with blood-red child's handprints.

The owner of the building can already distinguish Han Fei's footsteps. He doesn't have to hide it at all. As long as he hears his arrival, most of the resentment will stay in the room honestly and dare not go out easily.

"The last room."

With bloodshot eyes, Han Fei came to the eighth floor with his two children, and he shouted the name of the female anchor.

The moment the door opened, Han Fei put his shoes in the middle of the door.

"Is something wrong?" The female anchor shouted loudly when she saw Han Fei go crazy.

"Aren't you curious about the woman who died in 1044? I'll take you to see her!"

"I'm more interested in all things and phenomena involving the supernatural."

"Have you not gone out since last night?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"It's alright, you follow me! I'll let you have a good time today!" Han Fei had heard the voice behind him, and he ran downstairs with his two children in his arms.

The female anchor has a sunny and cheerful personality, she retains all the beauty, but such a person is following Han

After Fei ran out a few steps, the makeup on his face was frightened.

The little ghost mountain full of corridors is roaring and tsunami, and the only thing that catches the eye is blood.

It's too late for the female anchor to regret. The group of ghosts is behind, and it is impossible to go home. It is estimated that she will be overwhelmed by the little ghosts when she opens the door. Yes, she is directly overwhelmed by the ghosts.

The upstairs is a mess, like a gust of wind passing through the border, and the downstairs is also a mess.

After a whole night of repairs, the red dress became complete. She was able to recover so quickly because Han Fei was not afraid of life and death. He ran to the top floor at the most dangerous time, put her together, and created a way for her to leave. Opportunity.

Now she woke up from the wooden box, and the moment she opened her eyes, she saw the hideous jumping off the building.

No matter how good-tempered the red dress is, she can't bear it anymore.

The fighting between the two sides was more intense than before, and the resentment that made up the red dress turned into fine blood threads, and each blood thread was filled with unresolved resentment and pain.

The ghost who jumped off the building was anxious to find the little girl, and she also did her best, wishing she could pour the death curse all over her body into the red dress.

Every time the red skirt is torn, it will become stronger, but the problem is that she, like the ghost who jumped from the building, is incomplete. The red skirt full of resentment is like a powerful weapon, but it lacks key parts.

Blood bloomed, and under the red dress, a woman with pale skin like snow appeared in the corridor.

There is no expression on her face, her skin is fair and flawless, but there are countless hideous scars hidden under her skin!

Gossip and malicious curses couldn't hurt her outer body, but it seemed like a sharp arrow pierced directly into her internal organs, pierced through her skin, and stabbed her heart with blood.

The powerful death curse is embedded in the red skirt, and every time a black word is received, the injury to the woman's body will be serious.

After the red dress is torn, it can heal again, but the woman's body does not. All the wounds are accumulated in her body, and everything is just like fourteen years ago.

Facing the rumors and rumors in the whole world, she could no longer hide under that red dress, and could only face it alone.

But now she is not complete, her body lacks the most important and crucial part to her, and there is only a woman who is suffering and struggling in the dark.

A long time ago, she should have had another self, but that self seems to have been lost.

In order to ensure that there will be no accidents, the manager of the dead building will separate all the ghosts that may pose a threat to himself. All it needs is an obedient tool.

But now Han Fei is doing the opposite. He wants to reassemble the tools separated by managers into a complete person.

"Quick! There is only one way for us both to survive!" Han Fei, who was about to rush to the battle between the jumper and the red skirt, looked at the female anchor who was no longer a lady.

"any solution!"

"I'm going to lure away the ghost who jumped from the building first. You find a chance to get close to the woman in the red dress! If it's not possible, you just find a way to put on that red dress!"

"Wear it now?" The hostess never thought that Han Fei would say such a thing. She was very interested in red skirts, but no matter how interested she was, she wouldn't go directly to grab clothes from the dead.

"Trust me, as soon as you put it on, you'll understand a lot! That dress itself is yours!"

Running out of the corridor, after seeing the woman in the red dress, the female anchor's heart trembled, as if an invisible thread quietly connected her to the red dress, as if there was some kind of special between the two. connect.

"Don't hesitate! You are her! She is you!"

After Han Fei said this, he hugged the little girl and rushed to the ghost: "Your humanity is here! Your most precious thing is in my hands!"

In order to buy time for the female anchor, only the thirteenth-level Han Fei began to provoke the jumping ghost who failed to break through the hatred.

This kind of feat is put on other players, even if they are shot to death, they can say that they will die without regrets.

The ghost who jumped off the building was chasing Han Fei. She didn't expect that Han Fei would dare to come back after running around, so she decisively gave up the red skirt.

The ruined red dress was covered with death curses, and the black text was like a poisonous insect that could not be removed, biting the gorgeous patterns on the red dress.

Beneath the flawless skin, the soul was already full of scars. The woman in the red dress was covering her heart. She could feel the pain, which was more painful than the pain on her body, as if she had been crushed and torn. Countless times.

"You... must be very tired. In fact, you have done enough." The woman in the red dress looked behind her, and the female anchor was standing a few steps away.

"Painful, uncomfortable, and heart-wrenching like a knife, you can't wait to die. But you still have things that you can't let go, the love of your father and mother, you haven't thanked them properly, you haven't apologized to them properly. "The female anchor looked at the woman in the red dress and the face that was distorted due to pain, and she suddenly burst into tears: "It shouldn't be like this..."

The cold heart beats in the red dress. The female anchor looked at the dense scars under the thin layer of skin, and she raised her hands involuntarily.

"It wasn't our choice, was it?"

Approaching slowly, the female anchor finally hugged the woman in the red dress and hugged herself.

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