My Iyashikei Game

Since they were already there, what could Shen Luo do?

Han Fei started selecting his mask and tool. Shen Luo was abandoned and helpless.

“When we’re here, it’s best to put on a mask to hide your twisted expression.” Han Fei handed a clown-rhino mask to Shen Luo. He picked one with discerning features so that if he was forced to resort to violence, he wouldn’t accidentally injure Shen Luo.

“Thank you then.” Shen Luo had jumped from the frying pan into the fire. Shen Luo accepted the mask and grabbed a protective suit.

“If you continue to delay, you’ll miss the performance.” The parrot man urged impatiently. His tone spoke of disdain for Shen Luo and Han Fei. He was like the connoisseur acting high and mighty before two amateurs.

“We’re almost ready.” Shen Luo rummaged through the tolls before he picked a long saw.

“You do know your stuff.” The parrot man glanced at the saw. He then signaled them to show him their phones. After seeing their ‘messages’, he pushed open the door behind the counter and led them down into the basement.

Different from the dilapidation on the surface, the basement was luxurious. It was like an arena for the rich. The walls were clean. There was no blood, not even dust. This was different from what Han Fei imagined. There was no smell of blood but a heavy hint of wine. The three walked down the stairs. They moved down the long corridor and entered the first hall.

“You’re still in the observation period and not official club members, so you can only sit in the last three rows. However, I’ll give you an exception today because we don’t have that many people in attendance. Pick any seat you want.” The parrot man waved, and a waitress moved away with a tray.

This was no bunny lady. The waitress’ face was covered by a black mask. Her clothes seemed sewn to her skin. “Is this an AI butler?” Shen Luo sensed that the waitress was like his butler. They looked human, but they were not.

“No. She is human, just like you and me.” The parrot man was satisfied with Shen Luo’s reaction. “When you’re an official member, you can do anything you want with her. But a reminder. For everything that you do here, there is a price to pay.” The parrot man stared at the waitress openly. “She once wanted to join the club, but she failed the test. Then, she made the wrong choice. That’s why she’s like this now.”

“So she has killed too?” Shen Luo originally pitied the waitress, but now he was just afraid.

“She has probably killed more men than the number of girls you’ve held hands with.” The parrot man chuckled.

“So she’s not that good of a killer.” Shen Luo said honestly, interrupting the parrot guy. The waitress was unaffected. She placed the tray before Han Fei. There was a glass of wine on it.

“Your art is crude. It radiates anger. There is no sense of artistry. It is only worth this glass of wine.” The parrot man wanted to talk more with Han Fei, but the metallic bangle on his wrist lit up. “Why would high-class members suddenly arrive?” He abandoned Han Fei and Shen Luo and ran out.

After the parrot man and the waitress moved away, Shen Luo asked Han Fei nervously, “Have you lost your mind? Why are we here?”

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“You were the one who wanted to come here. When I said there were going to be X-rated performances, you were so excited.” Han Fei chose a seat next to the path and sat down.

“Why are you sitting down? Are you really going to stay for the performance?” Shen Luo was shocked. He believed this was the best time to escape, but the car key was with Han Fei, and he didn’t dare to escape alone.

“If the performance is murder, at least we can try to save the people.” Han Fei touched the blade. He felt more at home when holding a knife.

“In that case, you shouldn’t bring me along. I’m just a burden!” Shen Luo’s voice broke from desperation.”

“Shush. That man is back.” Moments later, the parrot man led a couple into the hall. The couple was very lovey. They looked like a couple on a date. The woman had a voluptuous figure, and she wore a lion mask. The man was muscular and wore a penguin mask. It was worth noting that both of them didn’t wear any protective gear or hold any weapon. They only carried a few plastic bags. Shen Luo immediately shut up.

“This couple frequents the gym. Their muscles are even and artistic. This is the result of special training. They have normal clothes, but they are all from expensive brands. It looks like the members here are much richer than the students of the Sunday Night School.” The two organizations had different target audiences. Han Fei was not sure if they were run by the same person. After the high-class members arrived, the parrot man acted differently from before. He kept moving around to urge the backstage people. Three minutes later, the curtain in the middle of the hall pulled back to reveal a simple stage. “The performance is starting.”

The lights dim. The doors on both sides of the stage opened. A woman in a black dress walked in, pulling a heavy black suitcase. The woman wore a mask of death. She opened the luggage, and a thin man was sleeping inside. With the assistant’s help, the woman pinned the man to the stage. Shen Luo wanted to close his eyes, but he was stopped by Han Fei.

After the man was pinned, the woman pulled out another white luggage. There was a perfect goat skin inside. It was well-preserved. The flesh had all been hollowed out.

“This artwork’s name is Sheep. There are two sheep on stage, one in spirit and the other in the flesh. One was born on the farm and sold to the butcher; one was born in the intelligent city and sold to the butcher.

“Since their births, they followed the rules of their masters, living inside their barns. They ignore the dangers outside of their comfort zone. Their life is like this sheep's skin, pure, soft, and white. They are the perfect victims.” The woman explained her concept to the audience. Then she moved to open the cupboard on the side of the stage. There were many tools inside. “I will now sew the sheep’s soul and flesh together to create the purest death.” The woman was a neat freak, and her actions were graceful. She picked the tool like she was picking a flower. After she was done with her selection, she moved back to the center of the stage. She injected something into the man. The man slowly woke up and looked around in fear.

The couple in the audience became interested. The victim would be awake as he was slowly filled into the goat skin. His flesh would disappear into the white sheep. The man wanted to scream, but his vocal cord had been cut. The audience was dissatisfied that they couldn’t hear him scream, but the woman was unfazed. She followed her own plan. She carefully cut through the man’s skin like she was craving some precious gem. The woman’s action reminded Han Fei of a hidden profession in the cryptic world—Death Designer. He once had the qualification to get into this profession. ‘I thought the craziest people are in the cryptic world, but it looks like I was wrong. I was right to open the black box on both sides. There is trash to be cleaned in both worlds.’ Han Fei needed to make his move, or the man on stage would really die. “May I interrupt?” Han Fei stood up with the glass of wine. Shen Luo kept winking at him, but Han Fei ignored him.

“Interrupting others is very rude. I hope you have a good reason.” The woman was annoyed. Her knife was already at the man’s neck.

“Goat is goat, and human is human. They are different species. You’ve waxed a lot of big theories, but they are just reasons for you to kill, and the reason is very juvenile.” Han Fei walked to the stage with the glass. “There’s nothing interesting turning a man into a sheep. I wish to examine the difference between one human and another. For example, you and this victim. You are both humans, but I feel like your souls should have different shapes. I wish to crack open your brains to see the difference.”

The woman’s mask covered her face. Han Fei could only see her lifeless eyes. It felt like she had lost hope in everything. “Do you wish to kill me?” The woman asked.

“No. I just want to complete my own project.” Han Fei pulled out his dagger. “It is called Dawn Butcher.”