My Iyashikei Game - Chapter 646

[Chapter 633 The Murderer and the Redeemer]

After the middle-aged woman hung up the phone, she walked towards the ground, as if there was an emergency.

After the middle-aged woman left, Han Fei looked into the depths of the ground floor with his bag on his back.

Several rooms on the basement floor seem to have been bought by someone. The owner should be a lunatic. He wrote all kinds of words that are incomprehensible to ordinary people on the walls, full of destruction and despair.

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Han Fei groped deeper while reading those words.

The smell of formalin in the air gradually thickened, and there were more and more bloodstains on the ground. This basement, like the scene of a murder, gave Han Fei an indescribable sense of familiarity.

“As an actor or screenwriter, why do I know the taste of formalin? Why am I more familiar with the murder scene?”

Thinking of the stories he wrote in the script, Han Fei was even more confused: “Who am I? What kind of person is he?”

Carefully avoiding the blood on the ground, normal people will definitely feel scared and panic when they encounter such a scene.

But Han Fei, as a mental patient suffering from persecution paranoia, after entering such a bloody scene, not only did he not fall ill, but his breathing gradually became smoother.

He felt like a twisted paradox, and the more he investigated, the more confused he became.

“I have no memory of my parents disposing of corpses underground and then transporting them out… The doctor Fu said that there have been many unnamed corpses in the city recently, and the person who claimed to be my father happened to be a Excellent forensic doctor.”

“Could it be that my father and mother are perverted murderers? I accidentally saw the scene of their murder, which caused my memory loss?”

“Or, they have been giving me medicine, which caused I forgot the past? Became a confused patient?”

No matter how you think about it, this family is extremely terrifying.

“I actually lived with a murderous couple, and they weren’t necessarily my parents!”

Han Fei didn’t have the concept of parents at all, and he couldn’t even find a starting point for his memories.

With all kinds of thoughts floating in his mind, Han Fei walked through the blood and came to the last room on the basement floor.

The door was locked, and if you look closely, you will find that there is blood seeping under the crack of the door.

“The blood has coagulated, and the blood was left by the mother who cleaned the blood stains in the gap. It seems that the first crime scene should be in this room.” Staring at the blood on the ground, Han Fei muttered to himself: “The gap The blood stains in the body cannot be washed with water, this will disperse the blood stains containing the victim’s information, it should be collected little by little, and then use chemicals…”

Han Fei was startled by the thought in his mind: “Why do I understand Dealing with corpses?”

He lost all memory, but the instinct of the body is still there, but it can be strange sometimes.

“Because I’m a screenwriter, I’ll look up similar information?”

Han Fei put on his clothes and gently pulled the iron door. Finally, the door of this room was locked and could not be opened.

“This time I leave, I probably won’t go back to this terrifying home. Before I leave, I must figure out these things.”

Looking around, Han Fei found a very thin wire, and he bent it out to fit it. After the shape, align the keyhole and plug it in.

Originally, Han Fei just wanted to try it, but when he leaned against the lock cylinder and listened to the sound inside, his hands and brain cooperated extremely well, as if unlocking was originally a skill of his.

As the circlip bounced, the dilapidated iron door on the ground floor was directly opened by him.

Looking at the iron door that was opened, Han Fei himself felt incredible, he had mastered an ability that most screenwriters did not know.

Looking into the house, the scene in front of him had a great impact on Han Fei.

There was a wooden table in the dark and depressing room. A lot of manuscript paper and various pens were scattered on the wooden table, and the bottom of the wooden table was soaked with blood.

Behind the wooden table there are three shelves, one shelf is full of books, another shelf is full of various specimen jars, and the last shelf is filled with various murder tools, including hand axes and daggers. , there are ropes, and various medicines.

The wall directly in front of the wooden table was not painted, but the surface of the wall was splashed with huge blood flowers, as if someone was killed there.

“Is this the devil’s room? The desk is facing the blood- splattered

wall. The owner of the house is writing while watching the victim’s body?”

Smell and an unintelligible stench.

Han Fei moved forward slowly, he realized something terrifying, his body had become accustomed to the pungent odor.

When a normal person smells these things for the first time, they will instinctively feel uncomfortable and even vomit, but he just frowned, which means that he probably smelled these often before he lost his memory!

“Why do I get used to it?”

Walking to the desk, Han Fei padded his sleeves and picked up the unfinished script on the table.

“The sixth story – the tenant, the woman moved in in July, her belly is getting bigger and her mood is getting more unstable, she is irritable and arguing with people every night. I also sometimes I will be curious, she obviously lives on the sixth floor by herself, why is she always arguing with people at night?”

“The second time I saw her was a month later, her mental state was very poor, and she was unwilling to take the elevator. She

walked up and down the stairs with a big belly, and she kept scolding something.”

“She refused to interact with anyone, and everyone in the community thought she was ill, and gradually ignored her.”

“Women are arguing louder at night, but no one knows who she is arguing with. Many people speculate that she is arguing with the man who abandoned her on the phone, but I don’t think it’s that simple.”

“I’m third .

The last time I met her was the day before she died.”

“I wanted to go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes that night, but when I passed the sixth floor, I heard movement in her house.”

“I stayed at the entrance of the corridor for a long time. The woman who did not go out slowly crawled out of the room, her face was thin and skinny, she kept scolding something, and her neck was shriveled as if there were only two skins left.”

“As she slowly crawled out, I couldn’t help it.

I can’t believe my eyes, I saw the woman’s bulging belly.”

“This woman is not pregnant, and there is no human being hidden in her belly.” The

full version of the script is on the desk, but Han Fei feels this There was a follow-up to the script. He glanced at the blood all over the floor: “How does he know that what is hidden in her stomach is not a human?”

Gently put down the script, and Han Fei was wrapped in chills. He was in the first half of the script. What I saw in my room, and now it appears on the desk in the second half, does that mean that the original owner of this room is him?

Thinking carefully, Han Fei’s heart was about to jump out of his chest, and the blood vessels in his forehead bulged.

“Is there such a possibility?”

Familiar with the smell of formalin and corpses, know how to open locks and handle corpses, and even have the urge to grab the knives and wave them when they see the knives on the shelves. thing.

“The murderer is actually me? Is that couple helping me dispose of the body?”

Han Fei had no memory of his past. He couldn’t recall his past identity, but his keen insight and amazing physical instincts were still there.

Destroying a corpse and destroying traces is a very difficult task. It takes an ordinary person a long time to understand the steps just by thinking, but when he sees the blood stain, he automatically simulates various methods to clear the evidence in his mind. .

“It’s not like it’s the first time to be skilled, me, the murderer of a serial death case?”

With a bag full of scripts on his back, Han Fei stood there, nothing could have a greater impact on him than this incident. .

“But if I’m a serial killer, why is that couple disposing of the corpse?”

“Did they find out what I was doing long ago, taking drugs to make me lose my memory step by step, and want to change me?”

“My parents help me ?

Dealing with the corpse, so that I can have another chance to start from scratch again with amnesia? From this point of view, they are really the best people in the world, but…”

Han Fei clenched his hand: “If I really killed people, I am really guilty, I would rather be punished by myself than let them do such a thing, this is the real thought in my heart at this moment.”

“I can have such thoughts, why? Would you do something like that?”

Contradiction, Han Fei was in the midst of an incomparable contradiction, he forgot that there were many souls in his mind, everyone wanted to draw their own appearance on a blank canvas.

With his sleeves padded, Han Fei pushed open the door leading to the back room. He was really professional. He didn’t leave fingerprints or shoe prints, and he didn’t make any noise when he walked.

A stronger stench wafted from the back room, which contained some costumes.

The first costume was the uniform of the orphanage. It was very worn and had many cuts with knives.

Looking carefully, a shredded paper ball fell out of the shallow pocket of the clothes.

The ball of paper seemed to be torn from the script, and the handwriting on it was distorted and blurred. It was completely different from the text on the ordinary script. It was like another person.

“At 0:01 on Monday, a child who escaped from an orphanage died. The cause of death was suffocation. I remember his face when he was dying, it was black and purple, and he was still struggling until the end. Like a bird with its wings caught. I know he can never fly away from this world again because someone tore his wings.”

The words on the paper ball are still stained with blood, as if the murderer was in a murder case Written on the spot.

“Every time you kill a person, do you want to record it?”

Han Fei looked at the second piece of clothing. It was a tattered puppet coat. with a note.

“One night on Tuesday, a young man got off the night shift and ended the ghost hunting carnival in the park. He wanted to take a good rest from work, but he couldn’t take off his skin. The cause of death was suffocation. I guess he When I was wrapped in darkness, I must have been very afraid, but I am not afraid anymore.”

Putting away the note, Han Fei looked at the third piece of clothing, which was a clown coat, covered with various colors. Also comes with a hat and mask.

The size of this suit is exactly the same as Han Fei’s, as if it was made for him.

Raising his hand to find the note, before Han Fei got close, the clown’s mask suddenly fell to the ground.

It was a somewhat scary smiling face mask, and the clown laughed too happily, even a little hysterical.

Finding the note behind the mask, Han Fei looked at the blood-red words on it.

“Sunday nights are going to be lively, I like to walk down the street alone and let everyone see my smile, and then I go to collect their smiles. I’ve always wanted to be a man that heals all pain and despair. People, but it’s a pity that I haven’t even cured my own disease. Shh, don’t look back, just guess, is the face under my mask crying or laughing now?” The

last dress seems to be It was Han Fei’s own. He always felt as if he had worn this dress and had done many things in it.

“People who claim to be my parents, their height and body shape don’t match this dress, so it seems that they are even more unlikely to be the masters of this room.” Han Fei covered his forehead: “Am I really one? Perverted murderer?”

When his mind was extremely confused, UU read www.

sonicmtl.com Han Fei’s mind flashed what Fu Tian’s mother said, and he remembered the scene when the woman saw him.

“No!”

Han Fei’s eyes changed again: “At least in that woman’s mind, I am a brave and kind person who pursues fairness and justice, and is not afraid of fate. She thinks that I am the best husband and father in the world. It’s already the highest praise I can think of.”

These things in the room were in stark contrast to what the woman had said. Han Fei, who had lost his memory, seemed to be torn apart, half sunny and gentle, half perverted and crazy.

“Which one is the real me?” Ca

n’t remember the past. Han Fei, who lost his memory, needs to define himself anew, whether he is a perverted murderer, the real murderer of a serial murder case, or a good person who was innocently implicated.

“What should I be like as a human being?” (To be continued)