My Healing Game

"Master, did you lock this door?"

Han Fei looked at the old man on the stairs with the purest expression on his face, but reached into his pocket and grabbed the electric shock wolf device.

The old man didn't seem to hear what Han Fei said. He was very old, his face was covered with age spots, one hand was behind him, and the other was holding a birdcage without birds.

"Uncle? Can you hear me?" Han Feigang was about to approach the old man. The old man turned around and started walking slowly upstairs.

As the old man moved upwards, Han Fei saw two very thin feathers remaining on the hand that the old man had vacated. He seemed to have just strangled the bird in the cage with that hand.

"What a strange person."

Seeing such a weird old man, most people's first reaction was to stay away, but when Han Fei noticed the abnormality, he strode up directly.

"Uncle, shall I help you home?"

Han Fei walked up to the old man with great enthusiasm, and when he took the initiative to hold the old man's arm, the old man's body was obviously stiff.

"I came here to film. If it caused you trouble, then I apologize to you."

Han Fei was very polite in everything. Although the old man felt uncomfortable, he did not drive Han Fei away.

Having been escorted to the fifth floor, the old man stopped at his door and did not dare to enter. He turned his head and looked at Han Fei, and found that Han Fei had no intention of leaving at all.

"Uncle, do you still have an impression of the writer living on the fourth floor?"

Han Fei looked like I would not leave unless you said. The old man stopped at the door for a long time, and finally said: "He died, he died ten years ago."

The old man's voice was very low, and it sounded as if his nails had passed through the frosted glass, which was very uncomfortable.

"I know he is dead. Did he do anything unusual before he died? You are all neighbors in the neighborhood. You should know each other well, right?"

"I don't remember what happened more than ten years ago." The old man lowered his head slightly, his eyes evasive.

"Really?" Han Fei is an acting master. He is very accurate. The old man must know something: "Has anyone come here to ask about spiders before."

"Yes." The old man's voice was weak, and he couldn't hear him if he didn't listen carefully.

"What did that person ask?"

"Can not remember."

"Do you have his contact information?"

"He too is dead."

The air froze in an instant, and the old man raised his head, and pointed to the top of the building: "It was from here that he jumped down. He was not afraid of anything just like you at the beginning, but he seemed to be entangled in something later."

The old man’s voice gradually lowered, and there was a trace of fear in his muddy eyes: “Those things really exist, whether you believe them or not, don’t go to the fourth floor after dark, otherwise the next person who jumped off the building may be you."

"Master... have you seen anything?" Han Fei is not only exquisite in acting, he has also studied psychology and has a wealth of "clinical" experience. Many things can be inferred from the changes in the facial expressions of the old man.

The old man, who had been dodge his eyes, slowly raised his head after hearing Han Fei's words.

He stared at Han Fei's face, his chapped lips slowly opened, revealing his yellowish-brown teeth. When he was about to say something, a bell was rang from a room on the fourth floor.

Almost at the moment that sound rang, the old man couldn't care about anything. He opened the door and walked inside. It seemed that bad things would happen if it was too slow.

Han Fei didn't stop the old man. After he saw the old man open the door and enter the house, he naturally followed in, and by the way, he helped the old man close the door.

"Abo, what was that sound just now?" There were no occupants in all the rooms on the fourth floor, and all the doors of the rooms were locked. In this case, what would be the sound of the bell?

"The wind chimes are ringing. When the previous writer did not have an accident, the wind chimes in his house often sounded when it was getting dark."

The old man was standing at the door of the living room carrying the birdcage. He never expected Han Fei to follow him in. He now doubts whether someone with unknown identity has gotten into the crew, because the young man in front of him is either dressed or himself. The temperament is not like an actor.

"Really?" Han Fei remembered the message of the wind chime, and his gaze slowly jumped over the old man and looked into the room.

There are many shrines in a small room. The heights of these shrines are all different in size. Most of them are covered by black cloth. I don't know what **** lives in them.

"Abo, why do you invite so many gods in your family? Gods can't invite them randomly." Han Fei has seen many things in the deep world and knows a little about them.

"I didn't want to invite gods, but there are always shrines in the building, and I don't know who placed them. I saw it and didn't dare to throw them in the corridor, so I took them all back home." Seeing that Han Fei never meant to leave, he sighed softly: "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I just stared at you in the corridor just now, and I want to remind you not to get involved with that writer. Anyone who has a relationship with him will die unclear, and many strange things in this building are also related to him."

After entering his home, the old man was obviously more courageous, and he dared to speak loudly.

"Is it dead?" Han Fei thought of Butterfly's usual modus operandi. He now suspects that the butterfly secretly killed the person who wanted to investigate the spider.

If this is the case, it means that the butterfly is afraid, and the spider may really know the weakness of the butterfly!

"It seems that you really don't know anything." The old man shook his head, "Ten years ago, a lot of strange things happened near the Beijiao Meat Union Factory. At first, the pork from their factory was so fragrant and everyone loved to buy it. Later, I didn’t know what was going on. There were rumors that people died in the pork processing equipment of the meat joint factory, so his meat tasted special."

"Is this a rumor?"

"Sure, but many people still feel that they are in a bad mood, so they gradually stopped buying meat from their factory." The old man glanced out the window, and he could still see the abandoned factory downstairs: "Sales declined. Later, the meat quality of the Beijiao Meat Union Factory began to deteriorate, and a fishy smell gradually began to appear in their meat."

"No one knows the reason for the smell. Anyway, their business is getting worse and worse. Until some time before they were shut down, their boss's partner suddenly disappeared."

"The police couldn't find anyone everywhere. When finally inquiring about the warehouse list of the meat joint factory, they found that the number of processed pigs did not match. It seemed that there was one more pig."

"Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but it was spread by the caring people. As a result, everyone felt that there was a problem with the meat joint factory."

The old man sighed softly: "Finally, the Roulian factory closed down, and the boss became the first person to commit suicide in the yard of the Roulian factory. He jumped downstairs and smashed into a used car that he had driven for several years."

"Not even willing to change the car, this person may be wronged."

"In fact, everyone around him knows that he is innocent. Everyone thinks that he is a very good person, but who knows that he finally got to this point." After the old man sighed, his voice slowly changed. , It seems that the next thing to say can’t be too loud: “The boss of the meat joint factory is just the beginning. Since his death, the yard of the meat joint factory has become wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"At night everyone can always hear someone walking in the corridor, and occasionally you can smell a smell of meat floating into the house along the crack of the door. Many people think that the dead boss is back."

The old man didn't give Han Fei a chance to interrupt, and said in one breath: "Everyone is very scared. At this time, bold young people don't believe in evil. They squatted in the corridor to check."

"After guarding for several nights, they didn't find the ghost of the boss, but they found the writer's room on the fourth floor along the stench. All the smell seemed to come from his house."

"The writer himself is a very lonely person. He rarely goes out. He occasionally meets with outsiders and behaves very strangely. He will be enthusiastic and indifferent, sometimes fierce, and sometimes gentle like a woman."

"Everyone regards the writer as an alternative existence in this building, and there is very little communication. In the past, the well water did not violate the river water, but now that something happened in the building, everyone began to suspect this weird person."

"Suspicious belongs to doubt, but no one has evidence. This matter will froze later."

"But only three days later, a man who used to squat in the corridor to guard the stench committed suicide in the building, the way to die is exactly the same as the boss of the meat joint factory."

"The man was young, unmarried, and had no psychological problems, so he left suddenly."

"Although the police in the northern suburbs of Xinhu City classified his death as suicide, everyone felt that it was the ghost of the boss of the Roulian Factory."

"Those who are able are ready to move out, those who are incapable start to think about all kinds of things. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" The old man glanced at the shrines around: "There will be a lot of residents, please come and see, those who know how to do it. After listening to the neighbors cheering up and talking about the writer, they felt that there was a ghost in the writer's house and wanted to get rid of evil spirits."

"The writer disagreed, so the man forced in. That afternoon, the wise man finished applying the method and said that he had solved the ghost of the boss of the meat joint factory. He decided to stay here for one night at the kind invitation of his neighbors."

"They drank a lot of alcohol. In the middle of the night, the savvy man suddenly disappeared. Everyone found him on the wire on the second floor of the community until dawn. He seemed to be drunk and fell from the balcony on the second floor. Down, his neck was wrapped around the wire, and he was hanged to death."

The old man glanced at the slowly falling sunset. No matter how Han Fei urged him, he didn't dare to go any further. It seemed that talking about this after dark might attract something in the building.

Seeing that the old man kept silent, Han Fei didn't dare to press on. He just thought that tonight Director Zhang seemed to be ready to let everyone get together to discuss the script. The content of the script was completely adapted from Spider's personal experience.

"If we were to discuss the script in this building, would it cause anything?" Holding the script in his hand, Han Fei felt the pressure, but there was also a hint of expectation in his eyes.