My Iyashikei Game

Every time he quit the game, Han Fei would have a really good feeling of being alive from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't rest for too long, turned on the light by the bed, and turned to look at the wall covered with murder photos.

"Why did the seven dead people in the human body puzzle appear like that? Are all seven of them trapped in that room?"

Generally speaking, as long as a house where unnatural death has occurred can be called a haunted house, there seems to be a total of seven deceased people in the house where Han Fei lived, which is simply a haunted house among haunted houses.

"Now that Wei Youfu and Amei are a little more awake, what I need to do next is to help the other deceased regain their senses."

Han Fei knew in his heart that the biggest wish of the deceased was to catch the murderer, but the problem was that he was only an 18th-tier comedian, and he had more than enough power.

"Take your time, it's better to be safe, after all, there is only one life." Han Fei took out his mobile phone and began to record: "The old building where I live in the game is very dangerous, and the information that is known now is shared by each floor. Four rooms, I live on the fourth floor, I just saw the response of the neighbors on the sixth floor, the residents in this building should know that I live in a haunted house, and they dare not come in casually."

"If you think about it from this angle, the monster in my house should be considered relatively dangerous. At least many residents are afraid of it."

"Looking from another direction, the most dangerous place is the safest place. As long as I don't kill myself, the haunted house can protect me from being killed by other neighbors."

"Another point to pay attention to is the children on the third floor. There is no sticker on the door of the haunted house. The room on the third floor is definitely a big trouble. The children who are sealed in the house may be combined with the seven dead people. Dangerous as monsters."

Thinking of this, Han Fei had a headache: "Who the hell ripped off the talisman paper on the door on the third floor? I quit the game on the third floor this time. It will appear on the third floor, if the child guards the corpse, won't I be cold?"

At that time, the situation was too critical. Han Fei had already reacted very quickly. If he took a step further, it was estimated that the child would climb directly onto him.

"The key is that he moves so fast that I can't even run away." Han Fei is now worried that he will be dragged into the room on the third floor by the child: "If there is a chance in the future, I will see if I can introduce him to the fourth floor. in the haunted house."

At four o'clock in the morning, Han Fei turned on his computer and held his mobile phone, comparing the murder photos on the wall, carefully sketching the clues and the relationship between the characters.

...

The sun shone on his face, and Han Fei didn't know when he fell asleep. He woke up in a daze, glanced at the watch on the wall and jumped out of bed immediately.

"I slept until nine o'clock all of a sudden, and Director Jiang is probably in a hurry."

After Han Fei simply washed up, he left home in a hurry and hurried to North Street in the old city.

He hurriedly hurried, but it was still a little late, the crew had already started work.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Han Fei quickly apologized, but the crew felt that it didn't matter: "The first scene is about the villain and the first dead person. Now the villain actor hasn't arrived yet, so don't worry."

The field manager who was frightened by Han Fei's acting skills came over last time, and handed Han Fei a cup of coffee very familiarly: "Wait, the villain is not late once or twice."

Han Fei felt that there was something in the other party's words: "Excuse me, who is the villain in our play?"

He played the second victim, and the other party played the murderer. The two sides played against each other, and it was convenient for him to know a little about the other party's situation.

"You should have heard that his name is Zhan Lele. He has participated in many variety shows before, but he doesn't have any outstanding works yet. He can barely be regarded as a fifth-tier artist. This time, their company wants to borrow our show to prove Zhan Lele's performance. Acting." The field manager and Han Fei chatted.

"Has he never acted before?" Han Fei put down the coffee in his hand: "The villain is very important to a drama."

"In my opinion, Zhan Lele has his own topics. His first challenge to the villain is also a good propaganda point. In addition, he also graduated from the Film and Television Academy and has a certain foundation." , and then heard footsteps.

"Last night, I rushed to shoot a variety show overnight, and my body was a little overwhelmed." A young man in his early twenties entered the set accompanied by a male manager. He could smell the strong perfume and the masked alcohol smell.

"Go make up." Jiang Dao didn't raise his head, as if he was too lazy to say anything.

After all the staff were in place, Zhan Lele, who had put on makeup, arrived late.

"You have very few lines. The first scene is in the corridor. The murderer you played secretly targeted Amei, and then you followed her into the corridor. I need you to create that feeling of being with you."

"Understood, I understand." Zhan Lele nodded confidently.

The actress who plays Amei is young and inexperienced, and Zhan Lele's following doesn't give people a sense of oppression, as if it's not a perverted murderer, but an idiot who drinks too much.

Even Han Fei can't stand this kind of acting, not to mention the strict Director Jiang.

Just the first scene in the corridor was shot over and over a dozen times. Zhan Lele went upstairs and downstairs. He was so tired that he finally sat on the stairs and didn't move.

"Director, I have my own style, and I want to shape this image according to my ideas."

"The image you created is such a hooligan?" Director Jiang was a little dissatisfied: "You have certain acting skills,

But since you want to challenge the villain, then integrate into your character, you are the murderer of seven people in a row, and there is a hell in your heart! "

"But this is just a scene of going upstairs. The hell in my heart has been suppressed all the time. I'm waiting for the final explosion!" Zhan Lele was also very honest.

"Are you going to explode now for me to see?"

After Director Jiang finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Zhan Lele. The young actor had been accumulating energy for a long time, and then suddenly waved the prop knife crazily, roaring hysterically.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Director Jiang covered his face: "Ask the people at the scene casually, did your perverted murderer scare them? Did it give them a sense of oppression?"

Speaking of which, Director Jiang grabbed the field manager and asked in front of Zhan Lele, "Are you afraid of his performance just now?"

"not afraid."

"And you?"

"A little bit of a laugh."

I asked a few people casually, the first two were heartbroken without any turbulence, and the last one was amused.

"A glance and a glance are all acting skills. The actor who auditioned yesterday to play the victim can scare the field staff. You are acting like a drunken gangster. Have you read the script?"

Zhan Lele didn't seem to read the script very much, but he was still stubborn: "I really don't believe that someone playing a victim can scare the staff."

The two were arguing and somehow got involved with Han Fei. Director Jiang directly asked Han Fei to come over: "Have you read our script?"

"Look."

"You play a murderer."

"Me?" Han Fei has actually been trying to figure out the murderer's mentality, but he is not honing his acting skills, but really wants to solve the case: "Not so good, I'm a comedy actor."

"Don't be humble, come and show him a sample." Director Jiang seemed to have confidence in Han Fei.

Han Fei didn't want to make a name for himself, but there was nothing he could do now.

Looking down, the first face of the neighbor on the sixth floor appeared in his mind, holding a sharp knife, sticking his head out of the stairs, standing in the dark, watching the living creatures come towards him.

With a desire for blood and flesh on his face, there is a desire to destroy that cannot be concealed. He is obviously trying his best to suppress the impulse in his heart. He can't wait to stab the other's body with the sharp knife in his hand.

Suppressed gasping, terrifying eyes, the person who has been following finally entered the dark corridor, and now no one will come to stop him.

Slowly raising his head, Han Fei stared at Zhan Lele's neck, his chapped lips gradually revealed a smile.