My Iyashikei Game - Chapter 244

[Chapter 241 The Butterfly Flying Out of the Dream]

After Xu Qin left, Han Fei began to check the house.

This room used to belong to the eighth sub-personality, and there may be some useful clues left in the room.

“The layout of all the rooms in the whole building is similar. It is very similar to the room type in the courtyard of the meat federation factory. Even the shrines in the house are exactly the same.”

Parking in the corner of the living room, Han Fei noticed the shrine as soon as he entered the house. It’s just that his injuries were not healed at the time, so he didn’t move around.

“Whether it’s in reality or in the animal alley of the deep world, there are a lot of shrines in the buildings where the writer lives, but he clearly mentioned in “The Butcher’s House” that he clearly doesn’t believe in gods.”

Slowly took down the shrine The black cloth, Han Fei was about to open the small wooden door on the shrine, but crying suddenly stopped him.

“Do you feel the danger?”

cried like a frightened feral cat.

Looking at the blood stains seeping out of the crevice of the shrine, Han Fei finally did not open the small door: “The blood on the shrine has dried up, and the small door leading to the gods should not have been opened for a long time. I still don’t take risks, wait. When Xu Qin comes back, it’s better to ask her for her opinion.”

The whole room was cleaned very cleanly, everything was neatly placed, the owner of the house even felt a little obsessive-compulsive, even the distance between the decorations was the same .

The living room, kitchen, and bathroom feel good, but after entering the bedroom, the situation has completely changed.

Bloody gauze and clothes were thrown everywhere on the floor, the bed was tattered with knives, and dried and coagulated blood could be seen everywhere.

The overhead lights were smashed, the wardrobe was overturned, the desk was sawn open, and all the places in the bedroom where people could hide were destroyed.

The windows were made of concrete, and the white walls were covered with letters dug out with knives and fingernails, crooked and crooked, all over the room. The dazzling blood-red letters seemed to contain the pain of the owner of the house. , I felt uncomfortable.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, Han Fei seemed to see a picture in front of him.

At midnight, a woman who woke up from a nightmare fell into madness. Out of control, her temperament changed drastically, and she frantically destroyed the surroundings.

Destruction without purpose is to vent the fear in my heart, but also to enhance my sense of security.

“Female chef No. 8, her character complexity is second only to that of a writer. Why does a person with serious cleanliness become a murderous butcher?”

In order to figure out this problem, Han Fei entered the bedroom and he Carefully identify those crazy words on the wall.

There is a saying among psychiatrists that you can go inside a madman, but don’t try to think his way, let alone understand him.

What Han Fei is doing now is a very dangerous thing. He has not received systematic training. He just wants to restore the fear experienced by the No. 8 sub-personality through continuous understanding and find out the reason for its change.

Looking at the words on the wall, fingers touched the knife marks and dig marks, when the other party was in a state of insanity, he seemed to feel no pain at all, and the words were still filled with flesh and blood.

Wrapped in a room of words like this, Han Fei slowly immersed himself in the experience of the No. 8 sub-personality.

“I forgot when I first dreamed about that thing. At first it seemed to hide in the crowd and pass me by inadvertently, but then I don’t know why, it seemed to entangle me.”

“That thing It seems to keep appearing in my dreams, no matter what kind of dream I have, there will be its shadow in it.”

“Most of the time, it will become a strange passerby, and it will not have any contact with me, and will only be far away. looking at me.”

“But from a certain time, everything has changed, that thing is approaching me.”

“I can feel it getting closer and closer to me, and sometimes it doesn’t appear, I can still feel its gaze, and I know it’s by my side.”

“I don’t understand why I have such a strange dream? Why do I have to suffer such a crime? The reality is already tired enough, I can rest well in the dream, but now it’s not even safe

in the dream .”

On the seventh day of that thing, something really bad happened.”

“I had a dream that my pet cat jumped on the window sill and it seemed to be afraid of being in my room, and I wanted to cuddle it, but When it saw me coming, it jumped out of the window.”

“I ran to the window, and when I looked down, I was pushed by a huge force behind me.

” I pushed it downstairs!”

“I saw it standing by my window when it fell.”

“I don’t know it, but it wants to kill me, and I can’t think of a reason.”

” The death that night was just the beginning. In the next dream, I was killed by that thing again and again. It had various methods to kill me and wake me up from the dream!

” I didn’t dare to sleep at night, and my mind was about to collapse. I didn’t know what to do. As soon as I closed my eyes, that thing would appear in my dream!”

“I don’t remember how many times I was killed, and gradually I began to appear. After

the hallucinations, I can’t tell the difference between reality and dreams.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming, but the pain is real. Sometimes I think I’m in reality, but it’s not until it kills me. , I just realized that it was just a dream.”

“My spirit was on the verge of collapse, and the boundary between reality and dream became blurred. When I could not distinguish between reality and dream, that thing It seems to have been brought into reality by me from the dream, it crossed the dream and reality with the help of my consciousness, and got into my brain.”

“Yes, I can clearly feel its existence, whether it is in a dream, Or in reality, the butterfly-shaped imprint is the best proof.”

After reading the crazy handwriting on the wall, Han Fei’s back was soaked unconsciously, and his eyes were fixed on the words printed by the butterfly.

“Is the one that the No. 8 sub-personality refers to the butterfly?”

“The butterfly was not something in reality at the beginning, but ran out of a nightmare?”

Han Fei still does not know what the body of the butterfly is. What, among all the people who have played with butterflies, only spiders have seen real butterflies.

“All the eight sub-personalities died, and the spider paid such a high price. What weakness did he master in the spider?”

There are far more clues hidden in the butcher’s house than Han Fei imagined. The mystery of the butterfly seems to be here. can be opened.