My Iyashikei Game - Chapter 254

[Chapter 251 Countdown to Psychopathy]

The sharp knife pierced the skin, and the clothes of the villain in the painting were stained red with blood.

Han Fei looked at the picture waving in A Meng’s hand, and his face instantly turned very bad.

Reaching out and grabbing A Meng’s shoulder, Han Fei lifted the child and stared at the other’s tender cheeks.

“You called Xu Qin away, why are you back alone now?”

The most dangerous devils often dress themselves up as angels. In the deep world, you must not easily trust a person, even if he He looks like a helpless child.

“Painting, painting…”

A Meng waved the drawing paper in his hand vigorously, the more he was afraid of speaking, the more he stuttered, unable to utter a complete word for a long time.

“Why did Xu Qin stick the knife in her body? Where is she now?” Han Fei knew that it was very troublesome to communicate with A Meng, so he put A Meng down, opened A Meng’s schoolbag, and put the paper and pen directly on it. In front of the other party: “Draw what you want to say.” As

if knowing that the time was short, Ameng, who was still in shock, took a pen and sketched the picture on the paper.

Two little people in masks sat beside the dining table, and on the cutting board of the dining table stood a cut and scattered person.

The masked villain pointed at the person on the chopping board, talking and laughing. There were several villains standing farther away from the dining table, among which was a long-haired woman wearing a chef’s hat.

It’s a very rough color pen drawing, but it looks indescribably weird and scary.

Han Fei glanced at A Meng from the corner of his eye, and wondered in his heart: “What has this child ever seen?”

Li Xian, who was standing beside Han Fei, also saw the painting. His slender body was bent at ninety degrees. His head almost rested on Han Fei’s shoulder: “It feels like someone in the building has been disposed of? There are nine chairs next to the dining table, but including the chef, there are only eight people in the painting. People, it should be the people on the chopping board, has anyone in this building disappeared recently?”

“Writer? The missing writer was eaten?” Han Fei held the painting in his hand, and then looked at A Meng: “What does this have to do with Xu Qin?

” An arrow was drawn on the paper to point the chef to the table.

“The next one they want to eat is Xu Qin?” Looking at the previous painting, Han Fei knew that Xu Qin was a cursed aggregate, and that the body was the curse on the knife. She would completely pierce all the knives into her body. Merge with the curse to reach the strongest state.

Being able to push Xu Qin to such a level means that the people in the building have already started to attack her.

Taking out the Butcher’s Knife from the inventory, Han Fei squatted in front of A Meng: “Among the two people wearing masks at the dining table, is there you?”

A Meng shook his head desperately, he pointed to his face, knotted Baba said: “I, I don’t have a mask, and my mask was taken away.”

Maybe to increase his persuasion, Amen picked up a pen and drew a doctor’s coat on one of the masked villains. He was timid. pointed at the little man, and kept repeating the word “doctor” in his mouth.

“One of the murderers who killed the writer was a doctor? This is different from reality. Could there be some kind of change in the deep world?”

No longer wasting time, Han Fei motioned for Ameng to take him to find Xu Qin immediately.

He didn’t fully trust A Meng, but now he didn’t have a better choice.

The sub-personality of the spiders in the Butcher’s House seems to be born with the ability to easily find the right path no matter how the passages and scenes change in the building, and it feels as if they are one with the building itself.

There was much less blood in the building, as if it had been cleaned. Han Fei found that this place was more and more similar to the real meat union factory. The dream seemed to be moving closer to reality. The tragedy that happened in the past seemed to be repeated Reappear once.

Passing through the rooms and the doors, A Meng finally brought Han Fei to the fourth floor of this huge complex, and they stopped in front of an ordinary-looking door.

“Xu Qin is in the room?” Han Fei asked Amen to open the door. When the door was opened, a strong smell of disinfectant poured out of the room.

At a glance, there are medicine bottles everywhere in the house, and the furnishings in this room are exactly the same as those in the spider’s house in reality!

“Where is this?”

Han Fei looked at A Meng, the child took a few breaths and pointed to the inside of the house: “The doctor’s house, the chef used to come here.”

“The doctor’s house?!” After hearing the child’s answer, Han Fei’s eyes are wide open, this room that is exactly the same as the writer’s room in reality turns out to be the doctor’s home!

This at least shows one thing, in the final stage of the spider’s life, the doctor’s sub-personality occupies the position of the main character!

This is the only way to explain why the spider’s home in reality is the same as the doctor’s home in the deep world.

“Could it be that the doctor is a person who was bewitched by butterflies? It almost succeeded in the end!”

Entering the house, Han Fei seemed to return to reality, and this feeling was indescribably wonderful.

Looking at the vials and diagnostic reports, most of them are the same as in reality.

“The doctor’s personality is responsible for self-healing. The existence of the doctor’s personality itself implies that the spider is a patient and an abnormal person. Butterfly, starting with the doctor’s personality, is indeed the most likely to defeat the spider.”

There is no difference between the interior layout and reality, Han Fei Even remember where each item was placed.

After checking the living room and kitchen, Han Fei entered the bedroom.

When he looked at the bookshelf, he finally found a place that was different from reality.

Where there should have been two books, “Beast Alley” and “The Butcher’s House,” there were two thick case reports.

Han Fei picked up a book and flipped through it, the content and pictures on it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

“Recently, the number of sick people in the alley has begun to increase. The symptoms of the patients are the same, including cough, fever, asthma, rash on the skin surface, and itching for no reason.”

“After initial consultation, all patients had purchased and I ate cooked food from the meat factory.” “Excluding the possibility of food poisoning, the patients with mild symptoms became more ill after a

week

, and their body was extremely itchy.

Most patients have hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, thinking that something has been drilled into the body, and hope to undergo surgery. After examination, there is no foreign body in the body. The patient’s body weight has not changed significantly, but the body suddenly loses weight, as if the flesh and blood was absorbed by something.

” In

the third week, the skin of some patients began to crack, and a large number of obvious blood marks appeared on the body. A small number of patients showed symptoms of skin ablation.” “In the fourth week,

a

large number of patients died in the alley. The specific diagnosis cases are as follows.”

The report, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com Han Fei’s heart clenched, it was a fresh life.

After closing the first case report, Han Fei opened the second one to check.

The report on the second is very detailed, documenting the daily changes in the doctor’s own body.

“On February 4th, there was no obvious change in the body…”

“On February 5th, the skin became itchy.”

“On February 7th, the first auditory hallucinations occurred.”

“On February 15th, the body became thinner and the skin became thinner. Cracks, itching and pain co-exist, and the feeling of wanting to tear open the body is getting stronger.”

“On February 21, it was obvious that something in my stomach wanted to get out, the skin began to dissolve, and I could vaguely see my internal organs. ”

On February 25th, all the drugs failed to take effect, hallucinations and auditory hallucinations had completely penetrated the brain, and surgery could not prevent physical lesions. Sure enough, I shouldn’t have eaten the writer, but I don’t know what he will do this time. way back.”