My Iyashikei Game

The pain buried deep in my heart eased a little, and the soul standing beside the tombstone seemed to see a way home.

No. 4 no longer struggled, letting the starlight penetrate the thick fog of death, which felt extremely familiar.

He vaguely remembered that every time he begged for death, there would always be someone stubbornly running to persuade him. That person was doing useless work time and time again, until in the end, every time he was about to beg for death, that person would appear in his mind. figure.

The tense nerves relaxed a little, and No. 4 spread out his fingers and looked at the light in the palm of his hand.

The power that can heal the soul is never very strong. It is like the starlight that has existed since ancient times, shining on the barren heart, gentle, silent, and never left.

At the end of the treatment, Han Fei received a systematic reminder that the treatment was very successful, the healing personality was strengthened, and Han Fei himself gained death resistance. As for the patient's situation, it is not within the scope of the system's prompts.

"Do you feel better?" Han Fei retracted his hands, the bridge touching his soul broke, and the death that was about to be suppressed in No. 4's eyes calmed down.

No. 4 neither nodded nor shook his head. His eyes were softer, but his mouth was still hard: "There are many people with healing personalities. You are obviously not the person I want to see."

"You can come to me next time when you can't suppress your death, it's not just you..." Han Fei looked at the other students in Class 7: "You can come to me if you have any problems with your personality and spirit, no matter what. Say, I am your teacher, and I will be responsible for each of you."

The atmosphere was already in place, and Han Fei wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to his classmates, but the cluttered footsteps in the corridor interrupted his emotions.

"Mr. Gao, come out." Director Ya stood outside the door and beckoned to Han Fei. He looked very bad, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"What happened?" Han Fei held onto the edge of the desk and stood up with all his strength. Anyone who looked at him would feel that his condition was getting worse.

"After Mr. Ma left the school last night, he hasn't come back until now. I heard from the students that he seemed to chat with you alone last night? Do you know where he went?" Han Fei's figure, his eyes gradually became different from normal people, as if he was using some kind of ability on Han Fei.

"He is very afraid of today's assessment and wants to exchange his black lottery for my white lottery. Of course I won't agree. Entering the black building in my current state will definitely die." Han Fei has master-level acting skills and is still a professional gentleman. , It is not an ordinary difficulty to find out the flaws in his words.

Director Ya was puzzled. He also suspected Han Fei, but after considering it, Han Fei was simply unable to kill Ma Jing.

Staying outside Class 7, Director Ya frowned and thought, but he did not notice that the students and teachers in Class 7 were all performing.

In two days, the students and the person in charge each solved a teacher.

"You come to the office with me first. The other teachers are also there. Let's discuss tonight's assessment." Less than 24 hours before the assessment, two teachers were killed in a row, which rarely happened in previous years.

Entering the conference room in the office building, the other teachers were already seated, and the principal sat alone at the end of the conference table, with an ominous aura surrounding him.

"Headmaster, everyone is here." Director Ya motioned Han Fei to sit down. As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the conference room closed automatically. The thick curtains were pulled by an invisible force. Start to drop rapidly.

"I'm often out of school and a lot of people may forget why I can be the principal."

An eerie and terrifying voice rang in everyone's ears, and the headmaster's voice seemed to pierce the soul directly with a sharp blade soaked in venom.

"Some of you make deals with Yin merchants, some keep prohibited items privately, some believe in evil gods and sacrifice half of their memories, and some of you join forces with survivors from other strongholds in an attempt to destroy the school I built."

The principal raised his head, and none of the teachers present dared to look at him.

"Human nature is inherently selfish, and it is normal for you to make choices that are more beneficial to yourself, but nothing can cross the line.

With his arms raised, the principal took out a black box from under the table. He pushed the black box in front of Zhang Menglan, the head of Class 8: "Open it."

Unexplained Zhang Menglan lifted the lid of the black box. When she looked into the black box, her entire face turned pale in an instant.

There is a human head in the black box, the man is handsome and handsome, his eyes are wide open, and the boy's hole is full of anger and unwillingness.

"I know that your boyfriend who has been in love with you for eleven years has not died, and I also know that you have lived and died together in disasters, and you have had all kinds of touching experiences. I appreciate your loyalty to love, but this is not your way of hooking up with outsiders. Reason." The principal rarely asks anything, and every word he says is the final conclusion, representing the sentence.

"I didn't hook up with outsiders! I didn't do anything to hurt the school!" After a brief absence, Zhang Menglan was overwhelmed by boundless pain. She seemed to have lost all her strength. If Yan Lan hadn't helped her, she might have just sat down. on the ground.

"Maybe you don't mean to betray the school, but he really wants to subvert this place." Director Ya poured some blood-stained documents on the table: "Your boyfriend is the messenger of the largest survivor stronghold in Area C, The turmoil around the school in recent days has something to do with him."

"Impossible! He's just an ordinary person who hasn't awakened his personality!"

"You love him deeply, believe him, but he is using the relationship between you. Perhaps in his opinion, the lives of the survivors of the stronghold are much more precious than the love between you." Director Ya is destroying step by step. Zhang Menglan's heart

Sitting on the edge of the line of defense, Han Fei picked up the blood-stained document and read it.

Before the disaster, the total population of several major urban areas in New Shanghai exceeded 20 million, but there are less than one million living people still in the city, mainly concentrated in the three survivor strongholds, which are located in the C area. The Bureau of Investigation, the Freeport in District D, and the New City of Hope built on the edge of the city.

Among them, Hope New City has the largest population, receiving nearly 500,000 people, and they have figured out a new way of survival after the disaster.

The Freeport is connected to other cities and is a key transportation hub for human beings. A large number of residents with special personalities are desperate to keep it there.

The Calamity Investigation Bureau has the smallest number of people among the three major strongholds, with less than 50,000 people, but it is the only stronghold that has penetrated into the city, and it is also the only stronghold that is still fighting against ghosts and capturing various buildings in the city.

However, these were not the things that attracted Han Fei the most. His eyes stayed on the page of the report. On the blood-stained paper was the photo of the female director of the Catastrophe Investigation Bureau.

Han Fei could hardly believe his eyes, the female director was Li Xue many years later.

"If everything goes in the worst direction, if I don't succeed in preventing the consciousness of joy and dreams, then everything I experience in the memory world of the shrine of joy may become reality someday."

Looking at the information about Li Xue, the former teacher and senior brother of the female director of the Investigation Bureau all died in the disaster. They used their flesh and blood to buy time for the survivors and tried their best to prevent the disaster from happening, but they still failed.

"Happy to deduce the worst future in the shrine memory world, then in order to make sure this future will happen, he shouldn't kill Li Xue in reality."

The information on the table opened Han Fei's eyes and gave him a more comprehensive understanding of the city.

The three major strongholds together have a population of nearly 700,000, and the remaining living people are scattered in the city. Many of them are like "schools", which have become food and sacrifices by ghosts.

Ghosts need negativity and despair, so they don't kill all the living, they just keep people living in darkness and despair, stimulating human nature to distort things even more ugly.

In the conference room, Han Fei was reading the materials with great heart. All the others were so nervous that they didn't dare to speak. Each of them had done bad things. It passed, but when the foundation of the school was shaken, the principal put everything on the table.

"A teacher was killed and a teacher disappeared. Are the two of them related to your boyfriend?" The principal looked at Zhang Menglan sternly: "Blindfold the piggy so they won't be able to see outside. How beautiful, besides, what if the so-called Hope New Town is another school?"

Zhang Menglan's boyfriend spread information about other survivors' strongholds near the school, secretly wooing and destroying the school-centered system here, which violated the principal's bottom line.

"There are not enough people in the school. I won't hold you accountable. I won't take it as an example." The principal said that he would not hold him accountable, but what came out of his mouth was in stark contrast to the bleeding heads on the table. How can people who do transactions be kind?

"I'm not interested in what any of you here have done or hidden, and I don't want to interfere, but if you screw up what I told you, the next time this box will be your head. ." The principal closed the lid of the black box and took out eight lists: "Write the names of all the students participating in the assessment. There must be no accident tonight."

The assessment list on the conference room table is more like a death list, and the most cruel and dark blood sacrifice will begin tonight.

Some teachers start writing immediately after getting the list, and some teachers hold the pen tightly but can't write a word. They know that every name represents a living life.

"Ma Jing is missing, I will lead his third shift tonight." The principal stood up with the black box and looked down at everyone: "In addition, I will warn you again, don't have any luck, there is only one way of life before you, and that is Honestly assist the school to complete the sacrifice."

There was silence in the conference room, and after the principal left with the black box, everyone dared to breathe.

Zhang Menglan woke up from the daze, her fingernails dug into the flesh, and blood flowed out along the nails, but she didn't seem to notice at all, clenching her teeth tightly.

"Those foreign survivors are not necessarily good people. The principal is responsible for the lives of the school and all the living people around. I don't expect you to understand him, but I hope you don't do stupid things again." Director Ya sighed : "Death may also be a relief, no more struggling."

One teacher left, Wang Chuqing wanted to comfort her when she passed by Zhang Menglan, but when he saw Zhang Menglan's appearance, he still didn't say anything.

In the end, only Zhang Menglan, Yan Lan and Han Fei were left in the huge conference room. Yan Lan didn't know how to comfort Zhang Menglan. All she could do was stay by Zhang Menglan's side.

Han Fei took advantage of this time to memorize all the information in those documents. The Disaster Investigation Bureau in Area C has been contacting various schools in the depths of the city. called a messenger.

"Even though they haven't even awakened their personality, they still dare to pass on information in a city where ghosts are rampant. Maybe they are the real fearless personality owners." Han Fei admires such people very much. In any era, no matter how bad the situation is, There will always be someone who will stand up without hesitation and want to support the collapsed sky with their own crests.

"Are you implying something?" As the owner of the fearless personality, Yan Lan didn't like Han Fei's words very much.

Way.

"I just think it's a pity that you obviously have the strength to crush ghosts and the invincible combat power, but you can only escort sacrifices to ghosts. On the contrary, those ordinary people who can't even struggle in front of ghosts, but in Going forward and doing the right thing..." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, he felt an astonishing killing intent, Yan Lan stood beside the conference table, her phalanx and metal intertwined, making a rash sound.

"Want to kill me? Do you dare? Can you do it?" Han Fei also stood up, he walked over to Zhang Menglan on his own, completely ignoring Yan Lan: "I won't comfort people, but I think Tell you, tonight might be an opportunity."

He leaned over Zhang Menglan's ear and lowered his voice, as if the devil was singing: "A chance to kill the principal."

"Don't listen to him!" Yan Lan pushed Han Fei away and stared at him vigilantly: "This person is very dangerous."

"'Doing the right thing is of course dangerous." Han Fei held the table: "If you also have children, would you like to see them being sold and selected like piglets at the pet market?"

Putting down the blood-stained documents, Han Fei didn't say anything more and walked outside.

Back in Class 7, Han Fei wrote two big characters for self-study on the blackboard, and then lifted his chair and sat next to Student No. 2: "Mr. Ma Jing was killed, the principal will lead his Class 3 to participate in the assessment, you have What's your plan?"

Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of his soul to prove himself and gain the trust of No. 2, but what he didn't expect was that after his consciousness entered No. 2's mind, what he saw was blank.

"My way of thinking is different from normal people, so you can't see anything." No. 2 drew something on the workbook with a pen.

"Teacher, don't meddle in our affairs." Monitor No. 5 came over: "You just need to lead us out of school tonight, and help us take care of the children with lower numbers."

"sure?"

"Your ability is healing. Of course, you have to be responsible for logistics. How can you send medical soldiers to fight on the front line." No. 4 smiled disdainfully. He has made a big change in Han Fei, at least now he will take the initiative to follow up. Han Fei spoke up.

"Is there a possibility, I'm also very strong." Han Fei felt that these students didn't know him well.

"It's not a question of strength." No. 2 has finished painting his own work, which are two blooming flowers: "Tonight, except for No. 1, no one will shoot."

"You left him alone against the headmaster?"

Han Fei was startled, he turned his head to look at the tall No. 1, who was also looking at him with a smile: "I am the eldest brother of all the children, so naturally I will stand in front of them."

"Teacher, don't worry about it. No. 2 has considered hundreds of different situations. Even if we fail, we have several ways out." The squad leader blinked mysteriously: "The investigation bureau's messenger will not die in vain.

The class bell rang, and Han Fei started his self-study again.

The quarrel outside the school didn't stop until evening. Night was the time for ghosts and ghosts. The crowd gathered to attract ghosts. Those dirty things would mix in the crowd and go home with some people.

"It's time to go."

Weird music came from the campus radio, and the bell rang three times in a row.

The students in each class were ready, and after the last ray of light fell into the horizon, the children walked out of the classroom one by one.

After the principal personally checked the list and made sure all the students were present, he opened the back door of the school that had been closed.

The rust fell, the dull sound was particularly harsh in the night, and the cold breath poured into the campus.

Looking at the unknown darkness outside the door, all the students were extremely nervous, their immature faces were a little scared, and no one knew what would greet them next.

The clock upstairs in the campus office moved slowly, and time passed while waiting.

The night continued to deepen, and after the buildings in the distance were completely submerged in darkness, the principal opened the glass bottle under the black robe, and he released a severely injured resentment.

In front of all the students, the principal shredded the resentment and smeared the resentment on every student.

"If you want to make ghosts fly away, you must have a will that is more terrifying than them. This is not something that can be taught in the classroom. It can only be tempered between life and death despair."

"The owner of a special personality with a weak will can easily become a ghost after death, so what we need is not a special personality, but a strong-willed and unshakable ghost killer!"

"Everyone is ready to go! The assessment begins!"

With a firm expression on their immature faces, their eyes flashed with light that is rarely seen in a catastrophe. Because of their innocence and ignorance, they kept their best hopes.

Seeing those bright eyes disappear into the darkness, Han Fei's hand slowly clenched, he lowered the brim of his hat, and beckoned behind him.

"Class seven, keep up!"