My Healing Game

The woman in the TV screen has dilated pupils and stab wounds on her arms. She has disheveled hair, as if sleepwalking.

What's more terrifying is that on the double bed next to the woman, her husband is still asleep, seemingly unaware of the abnormality.

"Is this a surveillance video? In the video, both husband and wife are still alive. It should be something that was previously filmed." Tie Nan looked at the horror picture in the video. The closest person next to the pillow would get up from the bed every midnight. , And then stood in the room with a knife, this terrifying picture felt cold all over just thinking about it.

"Stop talking, keep looking down."

The woman kept repeating a sentence, but she was clearly only herself in the mirror. She wanted to hurt the person in the mirror, and it seemed that she could only hurt herself first.

The video soon ended. Yantang opened the cabinet under the TV and found a paper box sealed with tape.

Tear open the paper box, in addition to many old-fashioned video tapes, there is also an old diary.

When I opened the crumpled diary, the words on the first page were a little scary.

"I feel my wife wants to kill me."

"Every morning when I wake up, I find that the knives in my house have been moved. It is impossible to be a thief, because the knives at home are only passive."

"My wife has become a little weird since the plastic surgery. She looks good and her personality has become gentle, but I always feel that the look in her eyes when she looks at me has become strange and scary."

"We are the most familiar people on the pillow. She looks at me as if she is looking at a stranger. I can feel the disgust in her eyes, but we were so happy and loving before."

"I must find out the reason, I want to get my wife back!"

Continuing to scroll back, the contents of the man's diary became more and more desperate.

"Brother, you are my only family. If you see this diary, I am probably gone."

"Your sister-in-law seems to have lived with another person in her body. I secretly installed surveillance at home and saw her walking around the house with a knife every night."

"That shouldn't be sleepwalking. She clearly remembers where the knife is placed. After getting the knife, she will check if I am really asleep before walking to the mirror."

"I really can't understand what she is doing. She seems to be talking to the mirror? She wants to kill herself in the mirror?"

The contents of each page of the diary are different, and they are getting more and more desperate, and Han Fei turned to the end in one breath.

On the last page of the diary, only three words were written.

"Who are you?"

These three words are different from the previous ones. They were not recorded by the husband, but more like those left by the wife.

Staring at the three words, Han Fei felt like he was being watched, as if there was a voice in his ear asking him like this.

The woman on the TV screen has gone crazy, the knife is constantly swinging in front of her, she sometimes swings the knife at the mirror hysterically, sometimes sits quietly and indifferently in front of the dressing table, just like two people.

"She should be possessed by the ghost in the mirror. She and the ghost are fighting for control of the body." Yantang said with great experience: "I have seen many ghost movies. Generally, this kind of ghost is the most difficult to deal with. They have no substance, and slowly destroy the living on the spiritual level."

"Is it a mental confrontation?" Han Fei has strong willpower. He can resist the interference of that voice, but he allows the voice to penetrate into his mind without defense at all: "I like mental confrontation. ."

"Why?" Yantang didn't understand, he quietly pointed to Aunt Li: "Don't be careless, look at Aunt Li's current state, she is already a bit obsessed. If we are not cautious, we might be caught by those ghosts. Get it in the mirror, and you won’t know how to die when you die."

"It makes sense, you can say a few more words." Han Fei finally found out the correct way to use Yantang's talent. He looked forward to Yantang very much, hoping to rely on Yantang's daydreaming talent to put the mirror on The ghost in lied into his mind. At the beginning of the death building, the last remaining consciousness of Butterfly was because he wanted to occupy Han Fei's mind. As a result, it was pinched to death by Han Fei in the Scarlet Orphanage.

Han Fei will die if his blood volume is cleared. It is very easy to kill him, but it is still more difficult to occupy his body and regenerate in his body.

He is not afraid of others playing yin, let alone prying into his memory. In fact, he has not figured out which memories of the past in his mind are true and which are false.

When a person is so cruel, he even deceives himself. It is probably his situation.

"Just say a few more words if you can, Yantang, now it's time for you to shine."

Without explaining it in detail, Han Fei looked at the video in the video and found it a bit unsatisfactory, so he directly removed the bedroom door with a knife, and then sat down in front of the dressing table.

He sat facing the mirror, just like the woman in the video.

Because the door was removed, the video played on the TV in the living room can also be seen in the mirror.

This **** immersive experience was haunted and scared all three players.

"Brother, are you sure? I really think that ghost might get into your mind and compete with you for control of your body. According to the situation at the scene, she has an 80% chance of doing it on you." Yantang smiled bitterly. As a player with an initial brain power of nine, he couldn't understand Han Fei's operation a little.

"That's not good, isn't it?" Tetsuo also said, all fools know that the most unbelievers in horror movies will die first.

When the two players persuaded, Han Fei looked at himself in the mirror with a smile.

"Who are you?"

In the video, the woman's voice came over and over again, and the TV was placed in the living room, but the words rang in Han Fei's ears.

Without making any resistance, Han Fei emptied his body and mind, just like sitting in a massage chair and enjoying an atmospheric spa.

Gradually, I don't know if Yantang said so many things that worked, and Han Fei started to laugh when he saw himself in the mirror.

As an actor with master-level acting skills, he knows the meaning of every human micro-expression. He is really smiling in the mirror, which is different from the smile in the performance, which contains a kind of pride that he dare not express easily.

"Laugh, smile more happily."

The task requires Han Fei to find himself who laughs in the mirror. He doesn't know how to find the ghost, so he wants to try to see if he can "make" the ghost in the mirror laugh.

Comedians are Han Fei's old line, and what he likes most is everyone's smiles.

It doesn't matter whether you kill it or not. First complete the task, wait for the reward, and then consider which neighbor to feed.

"Why did Brother Youfu laugh?"

"Is the ghost already upper body?" Tetsuo took out his gloves. He used to want to learn Han Fei's game ideas, but now he feels that he may not be suitable for being a professional player.

Both Yantang and Tie Nan were watching Han Fei. Aunt Li was also paying attention to Han Fei at first, but her head suddenly shook slightly, and her left eye pupil kept trembling, and then slowly looked towards the opened living room. At the door, there seemed to be a force trying to drive her away.

Aunt Li slowly turned around and stood in the middle of the living room.

Under Yantang's constant persuasion and "curse", some extremely bad things really happened.

The woman's voice pierced Han Fei's ears, mixed into his memory, and some unfamiliar images began to appear.

Han Fei saw a woman sitting in front of the mirror constantly tearing her face, half of her face was crying and half of her face was smiling.

No one knows what she has gone through, but she can only see that she is suffering tremendously at this time.

Her nails scratched her face, and her well-maintained skin had begun to bleed in many places, but it seemed that compared with the physical pain, the mental pain made her more unbearable.

After the nail was cut off, the broken woman took out the sharp knife on the table and pierced half of her face directly.

A huge pain came to Han Fei's mind, but he just gritted his teeth lightly.

The woman in the memory began to ruin her cheeks, and Han Fei's in the mirror in front of him began to slowly change.

Half of his face seemed to be frozen and cracked, a large number of cracks and wounds spread on his left face, and he began to lean forward in the mirror.

As the figure in the mirror gets closer and closer to Han Fei, there are more and more painful memories of the woman in his mind.

The face of the figure in the mirror finally stuck to the mirror surface. It was not Han Fei's face at all, but a disfigured face of a woman.

Half of it was full of scars, and the other half was hideous and twisted. The smile on her face was no longer there, only pure madness and hatred for revenge remained.

All the memories began to cry, and when the pain swept through Han Fei's body, the woman's face stretched out from the mirror!

She was getting closer and closer to Han Fei's face. When she was about to get into Han Fei's face, the eyes of Han Fei who had been emptying herself were gathered.

He stared at the terrifyingly distorted face in front of him, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Why don't you smile? Am I really not funny?"

The disfigured face stopped in front of Han Fei, and his scarlet eyes blinked twice.

"Touch the secrets of the soul."

Raising his hands and hugging the woman's head, Han Fei hugged him backwards using himself as a fulcrum!

"Boom!"

The woman overturned with the dressing table~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Various cosmetics broke to the ground, and the three players in the living room were completely dumbfounded.

This scene can be remembered for a lifetime.

The blade flashed, and after the disfigured woman fell down, she never got up again. Instead, there was a little shimmer in the knife.

"You are not the ghost I was looking for." The memory of women in Han Fei's mind disappeared, and the fragments of women's memories couldn't even fill his mind, let alone enter the depths of his mind.

Lifting the dressing table on the ground, the mirror is full of cracks. In addition to the cracks, there are three blood-red writings. Who are you?

The sound in the ear did not dissipate, and the real ghost in the mirror had not been killed yet.

"It seems that the scariest ghost is not in this room."

Han Fei walked towards the living room and patted Yantang who was already stupid: "Don't stop, continue your analysis!"