My Iyashikei Game

Standing in the aisle on the third floor of the mall, looking at the window of the women's clothing store, the models behind the glass were wearing colorful clothes, and the faces were engraved with the same expressions.

They were looking at Han Fei, and Han Fei was also looking at them, until one of the models couldn't help blinking.

Goosebumps appeared on his neck. Han Fei didn't know how many ghosts were hidden on the third floor. He bravely approached the women's clothing store where Oriole had stayed.

A new model has been replaced in the window. She is wearing clothes similar to Oriole. If you look closely, you will find that she also looks a bit similar to Oriole, from open eyes to full lips, along with Blood dripping down the belly.

At a certain moment, Han Fei felt that all the models were looking at him. Every model seemed to have his own life. They didn't have that kind of direct malice towards Han Fei, they just wanted to keep Han Fei and bend their arms. And legs, folded into models just like them.

Countless eyes stared at Han Fei in the dark. At first they just watched, but when the darkness gradually spread, heads stretched out from the shop windows. They wore brand-new clothes and opened themselves to Han Fei. hands.

The curtains in the fitting room kept shaking. Han Fei came to the place where he met the woman in red for the first time. The floor of the store was full of tried-on clothes, but the customer in the store was still very dissatisfied. It seemed that she What I'm looking for is not my favorite clothes, but my lost skin and body.

Flesh is the garment of the soul, and the store owner took his wife's favorite garment, and now his wife is back to collect the debt.

The radio in the shopping mall made a piercing electric sound, as if a child was laughing happily, the midnight music was turned on, and the low and depressing melody enveloped all the figures who were active in the dark night.

Crisp and sweet, slow and soft, like a caged oriole singing, but her throat was stuffed into the blade, and every song was mixed with blood.

The hallucination of the owner of the shrine became more and more serious, and the voices of the left and right ears changed from different to the same.

He could hear his heart beating faster and faster to the beat of the drums in the music, as if it was about to pop out of his chest.

The sense of urgency was pressing from all sides, and the mall was slowly turning into a prison and a labyrinth, trapping him forever in it.

"You too will die here, just like me, like all of us..."

Laughter sounded in the women's clothing store, and the body mirror showed the woman who was gesturing her coat. She changed the red coat one by one and took off the last human skin.

There was a dark hole in the chest pierced by the steel bar, and the hole in the chest of the figure in the mirror just reflected Han Fei's face.

The woman turned around slowly, all of the mirrors she looked at Han Fei, raised her hands up, Han Fei felt that her neck was being pinched, and that kind of power was far beyond her ability to contend.

Li Daxing is terrifying, but he is only the weakest one here.

His feet slowly left the ground, and the strong suffocation made Han Fei's cheeks turn purple. He felt that if he didn't escape, he might really die here.

He waved the sabre of death and grabbed his neck with the broken fingers of the owner of the shrine. When he scratched his neck to bleed, the strong sense of suffocation slightly weakened.

"I can't stay on the third floor for long."

Abandoning to find the ex-wife of the mall owner, Han Fei rushed upstairs.

The originally normal elevators have all turned into long tongues covered with saliva. The ribbons and light chains hanging from the top of the mall have turned into black hairs, and the lamps embedded in the top are like open eyes. .

Absurd, weird, creepy.

Running wildly on the fur of the tongue, racing against the God of Death and the Specter, Han Fei managed to reach the fourth floor, and the first thing that caught his eye on this floor was an old man.

The other party wore the same work uniform as him and had a work permit.

Seeing Han Fei coming up, the old man was also surprised. He stumbled and walked towards Han Fei.

With his mouth open, he seemed to be about to say something to Han Fei, but Han Fei only noticed that the other party's jagged yellow teeth were stained with a lot of sawdust.

"Are you here to replace me? Is it time to hand over? I finally waited for you, and I thought you would never care about me again." The old man's speed was getting faster and faster, like a huge bug , his hands and feet swung forward quickly, and his body was severely twisted.

"The person who came to replace you is Li Daxing." Han Fei continued to climb up. He climbed up the elevator and saw the back of the old man's head.

The back of the old employee's head was hollowed out, and a large hole remained there, and moldy and smelly sawdust was constantly spilled from the brain hole.

"Wait, wait for me, wait for me!" The old man also climbed up the elevator, using both hands and feet, the expression on his face became more and more distorted.

"Is this the corporate culture of the shopping mall? Everyone is so enthusiastic?" Han Fei couldn't get rid of the old man who was chasing him closely. He must be careful now. If he accidentally slips, he will I'm afraid there will be no chance to stand up again.

The benefits of madly increasing physical strength were revealed at this moment, and Han Fei ran to the fifth floor before the old man followed.

There was a thick stench in the air, and there was a little light in the darkness. Han Fei shook off the old man and decided to stay on the fifth floor.

The first time he saw Li Daxing, the other party was standing on the fifth floor holding something. Han Fei suspected that the large item Li Daxing was holding at that time was his lost colleague.

The pungent odor in the deli can make people faint. Han Fei looked at the store with the small lanterns, and before he even walked in front of him, he heard a kitchen knife slashing.

The sound on the chopping board, pieces of meat splattered on the white cloth, the chef seemed to have gone crazy.

Looking from a distance, Han Fei, who entered the store, looked at the back kitchen. The chef standing with his back to him was tall and mighty, but next to his chopping board were all kitchen knives, axes and the like.

The ingredients used by the chef are also not taken from the refrigerator, but from the trunk next to the kitchen.

After mincing the meat on the chopping board, the chef kicked the suitcase aside, he forced open the door of the cupboard, and the black suitcase was densely stuffed inside.

Just take one out, the suitcase is still stained with black blood.

Unzipping the suitcase, the chef standing with his back to Han Fei suddenly stopped his work. The suitcase was empty and nothing.

Turning around a little bit, the chef's neck elongated, his head turned backwards, and a bloody face stared at Han Fei: "So...you ran here."

Dragging the suitcase in one hand and holding the thick-backed kitchen knife for chopping meat in the other, the chef rushed out of the back kitchen.

"Are you working overtime crazy?"

Han Fei ran away. It's not as simple as one or two people dying in this store.

After the chef ran out of the deli after chasing Han Fei, the suitcases in his cabinet were moving, as if the "food" inside was being prepared.

The shopping mall has become very unfamiliar now. Han Fei has a road in front of him, but it seems that every road is a dead end.

"Can you run so fast with a suitcase? If you catch up with me today, wouldn't my stamina at thirty o'clock be in vain?"

Han Fei has no impression of the chef in the deli. He has never had contact with each other since he entered the memory world. Now he can only speculate based on experience.

In the men's clothing area on the fourth floor, the old man in the work uniform of the thrift store seemed to be Pei Yang's master, the old man who died in the store some time ago. From this, it can be inferred that the chef also died in the mall.

I don't know if it's because of the shrine, everyone who died in the mall will be trapped here forever.

There is more than one deli on the fifth floor. Although there are no crazy chefs in the other stores, there are diners sitting in the dark. Those guys are all sitting in the room with their backs to Han Fei, as if waiting for the chef to serve.

When Han Fei saw Li Daxing on the fifth floor, he should have also become a diners here.

The sound of running came, and some of the diners who were sitting with their backs to Han Fei slowly turned their heads. They were about to squeeze out the red eyeballs from their eyes and stared at Han Fei. He stretched out his mouth and slowly licked his chapped lips.

They found something even better.

Diners stood up, dressed in different clothes, some well-dressed, some ragged, they came from different places and received different education, but when they saw the fresh running flesh, they still excitedly chased out.

Someone pretended to be a gentleman, whispered condemnation, but had a knife and fork in their hands behind their backs.

Someone took out the rope and threw it in front of Han Fei, saying that he wanted to save him, but his face was full of greed.

Every diner would pretend to be in front of everyone, and no one would openly propose to share Han Fei, but everyone who came to watch Han Fei had this kind of thought in mind.

Han Fei didn't understand why the owner of the shrine had such crazy hallucinations. He felt that the owner of the shrine had become extreme after going through a lot of things, and he couldn't help leaning toward the abyss.

"Can't be caught by them!"

With all his strength, Han Fei escaped from the diners' containment. In this case, let alone looking for Li Daxing's colleagues, it would be good if he could save his life.

The smell of the cooked food area gradually faded, and the small lanterns hanging at the door of the restaurant also became blurred. Han Fei clutched his heart and gasped.

High tension, strenuous exercise, and extreme stress both physically and mentally.

Bending down, Han Fei didn't know where he was hiding. The voices in his left and right ears had begun to mix up. The oriole in the shopping mall radio stopped singing, but roared and screamed in pain. It didn't look like a person at all. sound that can be made.

The heart thumped, blood vessels appeared on the surface of the skin, and when Han Fei was about to reach the limit, a rustling sound suddenly came from above his head.

The faint light reflected on the floor in front of him. Han Fei turned his head and looked behind him. The TV on the shelf was turned on at some point. A woman with disheveled hair and a bleeding abdomen appeared on the screen. She was wearing bright red clothes. Unconscious laughter came out of his mouth.

She walked forward step by step, tiptoeing, as if dancing.

The slender hands stretched out towards both sides and slowly came to the cement platform that had not yet been built.

People stared at this madman, this beautiful and crazy elf.

Her wounded feet were in the dust. She looked at the huge building still under construction and raised her head little by little.

With her mouth open, she seemed to be saying something until she stepped into the air and fell down!

The woman on the TV screen fell down, but Han Fei heard the wind in his ear!

Looking up, the hideous face was on top of his head, and the woman's face was almost torn apart by the icy wind!

Instinctively, he swung the knife upward, but Han Fei didn't hit anything. He looked around with lingering fears. All the TVs were turned on, and the black and red screen kept repeating the process of the woman falling.

"It doesn't look like she committed suicide?"

The woman's final state was obviously abnormal. She laughed too terribly, much more terrifying than crying.

And Han Fei could see very clearly that the woman's last step was inadvertently stepping on the air.

"She dances like a marionette."

I hurriedly escaped from the home appliance area, but where can I escape next?

The entire mall is like a devil's furnace, everything is changing, and Han Fei only now fully understands the terrible alienation of the world.

The owner of the shrine is slowly going crazy, and the hallucinations and reality-based memories are distorted. If there is no blessing from the mother of the shrine owner, if the previous task is not completed, perhaps the entire memory world will become like this.

"The mission requires 30 days of survival, but in fact, normal players will definitely not survive to the end. I must become the new owner of the shrine before the world is alienated to the worst level."

The screams sounded in his ears, and Han Fei was forced to run to the top floor, he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

The mall was in complete chaos. Han Fei looked at the elevator that had reached its end, and turned around silently.

There are passages all around, but there is no way to escape.

Hungry diners, quietly moving suitcases, crazy chefs, and a large number of monsters beyond Han Fei's imagination crawled out of the dark, endless.

"I originally thought that these things would appear little by little, so that I could be mentally prepared."

Rewinding back, the shadows flooded towards Han Fei like a tide.

They were slowly approaching and wanted to drag Han Fei into it.

"If you all fall into darkness, who else in the world will help you?"

As if there was no other choice, Han Fei stepped back and came to a small shop on the top floor. In order not to let the darkness drown his body, he climbed to the table in front of the shop.

At this time, he was standing on the highest part of the mall, with the guardrail at his feet.

Turning his head, Han Fei looked down from the seventh floor.

In the center of the shopping mall on the first floor, familiar or unfamiliar figures were looking up at him, as if waiting for him to jump off.