My Iyashikei Game - Chapter 93

[Chapter 93 Who is the manager?]

“I’ve died five times, but now I’ve figured out where the ghosts hide in the bedroom. Compared with the kid’s bedroom, the living room and kitchen are safer.”

Han Fei didn’t understand why there were so many ghosts hidden in the child’s room. He now had too little information to calculate the result.

After marking his name with a fragment of the photo frame, Han Fei rushed into the room again.

He still clasped the girl’s head first, and then ran to the master bedroom farther from the living room, but what he didn’t expect was that the master bedroom in the innermost room was locked and could not be opened without a key.

“Only the master bedroom is locked in room 1091. There must be a problem here. It seems that I have to find the key to the master bedroom first.”

Han Fei didn’t sit still when he couldn’t get in the door. He had now figured out the girl’s head’s movement trajectory and attacking habits. Whenever the opponent rushed in, he could always block the opponent with a brazier in advance.

Let’s fight and retreat, Han Fei knows that it is impossible for him to pass the customs in one life, so he wants to make his death more valuable every time!

He retreated to the other side of the living room, and Han Fei pushed and kicked the door of the bathroom. Xu was making too much noise, and the woman who chopped meat in the kitchen ran out with a kitchen knife.

Facing the heads of women and children at the same time, Han Fei was not sure at all. He smashed the girl’s head with all his strength, and then hid in the bathroom.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The sharp kitchen knife kept slashing on the bathroom door. Han Fei could hear the hysterical voice of the woman outside the door. She seemed to be completely crazy.

“Can you hear me! Can anyone hear me!”

There is no one to communicate with, and room 1091 is simply a magic cave.

He grabbed the door handle and didn’t dare to let it go. When Han Fei concentrated on dealing with the head and the woman outside the door, there was a clatter of water behind him, and someone turned on the faucet.

Turning his head to look, black hair kept flowing out of the faucet. Those black hairs were like rotting water plants, exuding a strong stench, and somehow they had wrapped around Han Fei’s legs.

Powerless to struggle, Han Fei was finally wrapped in black hair, and his body was completely deformed.

…

Opening his eyes, Han Fei’s body trembled slightly: “The sixth death.”

She smashed the photo frame, took the glass fragments to record, and carefully felt the pain from her arm.

“It is unrealistic to want to kill all the ghosts in the house with my own power. Only by letting them kill each other will I have a chance.”

There are a lot of ghosts in the house. After dying six times, Han Fei still hasn’t figured out how many ghosts there are in the house.

“The child’s bedroom is the most dangerous, followed by the bathroom. Next time, I will try to open the doors of the bathroom and the bedroom at the same time to see if the ghost in the bathroom will fight with the ghost in the bedroom. I will be safe only after they mess up. .”

“The mission requires me to kill all the ghosts and save all the people. The people in the room should be the middle-aged mother in the kitchen and the disfigured boy in the second bedroom, but their state is also very strange, and they have a very big reaction when they see me. , it’s like seeing a ghost.”

Han Fei looked down at his posthumous photo and had an idea in his heart.

“Could I be a ghost too?”

Picking up the brazier, Han Fei stared at the door of room 1091: “The manager’s task is woven based on the manager’s memory, which means that there should be traces of the manager’s own existence in the room, and even the manager will be in the room. If I could find him, it would be a lot easier.”

Han Fei doesn’t know anything about managers now, and he needs more information.

But he also knows that there is no free lunch in the world, and all information and clues need to be exchanged with his own life.

This is a game of memory at stake, and the loser will lose everything.

Opening the door of room 1091, Han Fei raised the brazier to block the girl’s head. He had memorized all the other’s action routes, and almost every step was a prediction.

He rushed straight to the door of the second bedroom. After he opened the door, he turned around and opened the bathroom door.

The temperature in the house plummeted, the child in the second bedroom cried, and the kitchen mother heard an abnormal noise and was about to open the kitchen door.

At this time, Han Fei came to the kitchen door just in time. The moment the door opened, he rushed into the kitchen, ready to grab the knife!

I don’t know if it’s because the kitchen is located in the positive sun of the house, or because the kitchen often burns on fire, the temperature in this room is higher than that outside.

In order to prevent the girl’s head from being attacked, Han Fei slammed into the kitchen and closed the kitchen door at the same time.

He knew that the time was running out and he could never be held back by a woman, so he did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries.

During the fight for knives, a bunch of keys in the woman’s apron fell next to the refrigerator.

“The key is on the child’s mother? Why did she lock the door to the master bedroom? I haven’t seen my father in the house. Is my father locked in the master bedroom?”

He successfully grabbed the kitchen knife, but when he went to pick up the key next to the refrigerator, the refrigerator door suddenly opened, and a headless corpse emerged, grabbing Han Fei into the refrigerator.

The bones were shattered, the cold air poured into the heart, and the severe pain stimulated every nerve.

“It’s so cold…”

…

Opening his eyes for the seventh time, Han Fei didn’t think about anything, first smashed the photo frame, and scratched blood and his name on his arm.

“When you open the door, a girl’s head will fall, and a headless child’s body is hidden in the refrigerator in the kitchen…”

Han Fei thought about the relationship between ghosts and people in the room, and when he was ready, he entered the room again.

Like last time, he opened the door to the second bedroom and the bathroom first, and after hearing the child’s shrill cry, he led the head to the kitchen door.

The moment his mother came out, Han Fei took out the bunch of keys from her apron pocket.

Dodging the waving kitchen knife, Han Fei rushed to the master bedroom, because the woman and the head were behind him, so he only had one chance to try to open the door.

After choosing the first key, Han Fei inserted it into the keyhole. He twisted the key, but the door did not open. When he was about to try the second key, the kitchen knife had already landed on him.

“There must be something hidden in the master bedroom!”

…

It was the eighth death, the ninth death, and it was not until Han Fei’s tenth death that he successfully opened the master bedroom door!

At the moment when the door panel opened, he drilled directly into it, and then took the key and closed the door of the master bedroom.

The child’s mother kept chopping the wooden door with a kitchen knife, and the girl’s head was banging against the door. Han Fei knew that his time was limited.

He turned his head to look at the room, and his eyes were quickly drawn to the double bed in the room.

An eleven or two-year-old boy was tied to the stained bed. His hands and feet were tied to the legs of the bed with restraints, and he was wearing a special hospital uniform. Now he seems to be in a coma.

“I have been to all the rooms in the house. There should only be three living people, a mother and two children. Who among them would be the former manager?”