My Healing Game

The old man living in room 301 is one of the oldest residents in this building. He is kind to everyone and never puts on airs.

If the neighbors have difficulties, he can help as long as he can. He has a good relationship with everyone. Everyone will kindly shout when he sees him-Uncle Li.

Everyone in the building has his own responsibilities. The old man is highly respected and his popularity is relatively good, so everyone elected him to be the acting head of the building.

On weekdays, the elderly will take the initiative to coordinate the relationship between neighbors and resolve conflicts. If someone from outside wants to live in this building, he must get his consent.

Uncle Li looked at the young man standing in the middle of the room with muddy eyes. He vaguely remembered that the other party had returned to the building with Xu Qin, whose name seemed to be Han Fei.

"Uncle Li, my sister has paid too much for me, and I don't want to be her burden. Do you see if there is anything I can do in the building? As long as you can give me a mask, everything is easy to say." Han Fei gave a little bit. Shy, he is not good at communicating with people, and he dared not look into the eyes of each other when talking.

There was a kind smile on Uncle Li's face. He read countless people, and through Han Fei's words and behavior, he probably determined Han Fei's character.

The young man in front of him is introverted, and he rarely speaks, he is not good at dealing with people, and he always keeps things in his heart.

"Actually, I also want to help you. The point is that I am not alone in this building."

"Uncle Li, I'm very diligent, and I'm particularly able to endure hardships. Any dirty or exhausting work in the building can be handed over to me." Han Fei covered the injury on his shoulder and looked at Uncle Li seriously.

It was the first time that Uncle Li had seen such sincere gaze after he was so old. Under Xu Qin's protection, this young man was like a piece of jade that had not been tainted with malice.

The excitement in his eyes flashed, and the old man's cloudy eyes slowly turned. For a malicious person, the more beautiful and simple things, the more irritating it would be to destroy.

"For the sake of your consideration for your sister, then I will make an exception to help you once." The old man seemed to really start thinking about helping Han Fei in this way: "If there are no idlers in the building, what have you done before? Have you worked somewhere? Is there anything better?"

Hearing the problem of the elderly, Han Fei remained silent for a while before speaking: "Although I am young, I have a lot of work experience. I started working in a convenience store. I worked hard, and I was very enthusiastic about work. I also have a relationship with my colleagues. They were all very good. Later, in order to help the store manager share the pressure, I took the initiative to do the hardest and most dangerous work. When the store manager knew about it, I was very moved and became inseparable friends with me."

“I’m still a very self-motivated person. While working in a convenience store, I learned knowledge about education and self-study. The hard work paid off, and I was admitted as a teacher by a school. I got along very well with the students. They I feel like I am a father, bringing them unprecedented care and care."

Han Fei recalled the work he had done, and when he recalled those beautiful things, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Han Fei's unconscious smile, the disgust in the old man's heart became stronger. He liked to tear up all the beautiful things more than blessing the beautiful things.

"Is there only these? It would be more difficult. We already have a teacher in the building, and she is usually taking care of the children." The old man limped out of the bed, seemingly looking for something in the house: "You What else are you good at besides these?"

"When I was in my hometown in the countryside, I followed my elders to kill pigs. They are famous butchers in the village, so I also learned all the techniques of slaughtering livestock." Standing in the butcher's house, Han Fei asked the old man calmly. : "You shouldn't have a butcher here, right? This profession is rarely seen."

"Butcher?" The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then repeatedly looked at Han Fei. He could not find any flaws in Han Fei. The other party didn't seem to realize that there was any problem with what he said: "There are all kinds of people in the building. Profession, but there is no butcher. You are here at the right time, but I want to see your craft and come with me."

Uncle Li opened the door and walked on a road completely unfamiliar to Han Fei: "Where is your sister? And the child who is with you?"

"My sister went to the writer's house to look for clues. The child is in my sister's house." Han Fei didn't know where the old man was going to take him. He just felt that the old man was "kind" and worthy of "trust".

The two walked around the corridor for a long time, and then came to a corner on the first floor.

Push the door in front of you, there is a downward staircase in the house.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and there was unwashed dirt on the ground.

"Uncle Li, what are you taking me here for?" Han Fei was a little reluctant to go in.

"We usually slaughter animals here. This is also a test for you. After all, it is the first time I have seen people who work as butchers." The old man knew that everyone in the butcher’s house was a butcher. It's just that everyone has other professions to cover up, and they will never openly say that they are butchers.

"If you can pass the test, here is where you work from now on." Uncle Li led Han Fei through the long stairs. The underground structure of this building seems to be more complicated than the one on the ground.

On the second floor underground, the old man opened a rusty iron door.

A solid wood table was placed in the room, and a large iron basin covered with black cloth was placed on the table.

"You say you are a butcher, you should know meat well, look at what meat is in that basin." The old man motioned to Han Fei to go to the table, and he walked to a large iron cabinet in the corner.

Lifting the black cloth, the processed meat is placed in the iron basin. The texture and smell of the meat are very special.

Han Fei watched for a long time, then frowned.

"How? Did you recognize it? As long as you tell what kind of meat it is, you can stay, get a job, and have your own mask." The old man was looking for something in the iron cabinet, and his head Did not return.

After a long time, the old man seemed to have finally found what he wanted. He took out a rusty blunt knife from the bottom of the iron cabinet.

Fingers covered with age spots stroked the blunt knife, his facial features began to twist with his back facing Han Fei.

"I can't recognize it, but I can confirm that it is some kind of animal meat. It feels very familiar when I look at it." Han Fei observed carefully. He didn't seem to notice that the old man with a blunt knife had slowly turned around, and the expression on his face had completely changed. Variety.

"Animal meat?" The old man let out an unpleasant laugh, and he waved the knife in his hand: "You take a closer look? Are you sure that it is animal meat?"

He approached Han Fei a little bit, his mouth cracked, revealing black and yellow teeth: "You touch that layer of fleshy skin, and then touch your own skin, do you feel...very similar!"

When the old man finished saying this, he slammed a knife at Han Fei, and his movements were very fast, which was completely different from the slowness he had shown before.

Han Fei, who had been prepared for a long time, avoided in advance, and the blunt knife slashed directly on the edge of the iron basin with a crisp sound, but the old man did not care.

This is underground, and no one will come over even if it makes a noise.

"I'm sorry, you are not qualified for this job. As a butcher, how can you not even distinguish the most basic human flesh?" The old man's overcast laughter echoed underground.

"Some people are human, but some people are no different from beasts." Han Fei took out the mortal knife from the inventory: "I just want to find a job simply~www.wuxiaspot.com~Why do you always Is it aimed at me? Whether it is a convenience store, a school, or now."

The reason why Han Fei didn't directly attack the old man was because he wanted to test the old man to see if the other party stole the writer's manuscript.

It seems that the old man is testing Han Fei, but Han Fei is actually testing the old man. If the old man passes his test, he will share the secret with the old man. In the final analysis, Han Fei is not a bloodthirsty person, most of the time he is just passive defense.

"I just feel something is wrong." The old man's muddy eyes were bleeding, and the black impurities turned into a curse, making his whole person begin to change: "Can a knife without a blade kill people?"

"Don't you know if you let me take a knife?" Han Fei stuffed the poor little black snake on his wrist into the ghost pattern, and a faint sullen air lingered around him.

At the same time, footsteps sounded outside, and Xu Qin and Cry, who had been secretly following Han Fei, all came to the second floor of the basement.

"You are not the person I am looking for. Now you are useless." Han Fei still had the sincere expression on his face with a butcher knife in his hand: "Everything in the world is suffering. I will send you to bliss."