My Healing Game

This petite, cutely dressed female anchor is obviously interested in the woman in room 1044.

If it hadn't been for Hua Ge's permission, she might have ran into room 1044 long ago.

"Don't talk about this after zero o'clock!" Brother Hua took a peek at the folded red skirt from the corner of his eye. After seeing that there was nothing abnormal in the red skirt, he breathed a sigh of relief: "We are going to patrol. It's closed, don't ask for trouble."

The female anchor looked aggrieved, but she still agreed to turn off the music and stop the live broadcast.

When the female anchor returned to the bedroom to turn off the music, Han Fei glanced at the door. There are many cameras and disassembled surveillance probes in this 1084 room.

"Let's go, leave her alone." Xiao Fang suddenly urged. He seemed to have discovered something and directly reached out and grabbed Hua Ge's sleeve.

Han Fei felt that Xiao Fang's state was not quite right, and resisted the thought of entering the house to check, and left the eighth floor with the two security guards.

The voice-activated lights on the ninth floor were on, and when he walked to the middle of the eighth and ninth floors, Xiao Fang looked at Han Fei and Brother Hua nervously, his faces full of horror.

"Did you not find out?"

"Find what?"

"The woman presented a portrait in the bathroom. The black-and-white photo shows herself!" Xiao Fang was very scared: "Is she dead? How could living people be so interested in ghosts?"

"You reminded me that there was water stains on the corners of the woman's clothes. When she heard the knock on the door, she was not in the live broadcast, but in the bathroom." The more Han Fei thought about it, the more he felt wrong. Room 1084 There should be some kind of connection between the woman of and the woman of 1044. It may be blood or friends.

"Should we go back and have a look?" Han Fei's proposal was directly rejected by Brother Hua and Xiaofang. When the three were struggling whether to go back or not, the ninth floor suddenly heard the door opening.

At the same time, the voice-activated lights went out, and the three security guards grasped each other tightly.

"Don't, don't be nervous, there is an old lady living on the ninth floor, it should be her..." Hua Ge raised the flashlight and walked in front. He gently pushed open the security door on the ninth floor. There was a person wearing Old man in black jacket and black scarf.

After seeing the old man, Hua Ge heaved a sigh of relief: "Aunt Jia, why did you run out again in the middle of the night? It's not four o'clock yet."

The old man in the black coat frowned: "When people are old, they wake up earlier, and they can't sleep well. I want to go out for a walk."

"Aunt Jia, a security guard has just disappeared some time ago. You should stay at home recently."

"I can't sleep at home, I feel flustered, so I feel more comfortable outside." Aunt Jia waved her hand: "I have lived more than 80 years old. I have lived early enough. You don't have to worry about me."

The old lady was still very stubborn. She insisted on not going back to the room and couldn't tell the specific reason. Han Fei felt that things were not that simple.

"Aunt Jia, do you always have nightmares when you sleep at home?" Han Fei tried to make his tone more tactful.

"Do you want to sell me some sleep aid pillow? No." The old man has a weird temper. She doesn't like to talk to the people in the building. She doesn't listen to her advice, and pushes Hua Ge directly to the safe passage on the right.

"Aren't we stopping her?" Han Fei didn't understand when he saw Brother Hua standing still. This was different from the enthusiasm that Brother Hua had shown before.

"I can’t persuade, that old lady is the earliest resident in the building. She has a very strange personality. She always gets up at 3:30 in the morning and wanders around the building. She also has many strange habits, such as never taking the elevator. Never go to the top floor, never call someone's name, and never laugh." Brother Hua just said casually, but Han Fei took his words to heart.

He always felt that the old man seemed to know something, and that the other party did not do those things, as if he was deliberately avoiding the death curse in the building.

Looking at the old man's back from afar, she leaned on the wall and occasionally touched her scarf.

When the scarf moved, a small **** butterfly pattern was revealed.

Is this old lady also a butterfly's flowerpot?

Han Fei kept an eye on it. He felt that the old lady was wandering around the building before four o'clock every day, she was probably looking for something.

"The corridor door is locked. As long as she is still in the building, I should be able to meet her." Han Fei wants to meet the old man alone, but it is not the time yet. The amount of information held by the two parties differs too much. It is easy. If he was cheated, he counted the money for the other party.

"Let's go, nothing bad has ever happened on the ninth floor, this one is still very reassuring."

Hua Ge's words once again deepened Han Fei's suspicion. Why is the ninth floor where the elderly live is the safest? Have all the bad things been solved by the elderly in advance?

Continue to patrol, the blamed old lady seemed to be the blessing of the three security guards. They did not encounter anything for four consecutive floors until the fourteenth floor.

When Han Fei walked out of the corner of the thirteenth floor, a cold breath enveloped him.

Inexplicably shuddered, Han Fei looked at the number 14 on the wall, and had an unknown premonition in his heart.

"There is a madman living on the fourteenth floor. I hope he is not sick tonight." Hua Ge was unwilling to stay on the fourteenth floor, but there was a problem on this floor.

The monitoring system in the corridor was broken, the lock on the security door was also removed, and all kinds of domestic garbage were scattered on the ground, making it sticky everywhere.

"When we patrolled at zero, the monitoring and door locks were still normal!" Xiao Fang walked by the garbage. He wanted to pull Han Fei together, but found that Han Feizheng was staring at the garbage attentively: "What are you looking at? ?"

"Household **** can also reflect a person's personality and can roughly deduce some information." Han Fei turned the **** with a rubber rod in his hand. After a while, his arm hovered in the air. in.

"Anything to find?" Xiaofang and Brother Hua got together. They looked at the position of Han Fei's rubber stick, and the whole body was not good.

In an inconspicuous packaging bag, there is half a **** severed finger hidden.

"My God!" Xiao Fang stepped back two steps in a row, and he grabbed Han Fei's clothes tightly: "Is this a murder case! It's a murder!"

Han Fei seemed to be shocked, and it took a long time to react. He seemed to have not been accustomed to seeing flesh and blood, a little nauseated, and his face became paler.

"You two calm me down! Don't panic!" Hua Ge was still able to barely maintain his composure. He was about to pull Han Fei up, when Xiao Fang next to him suddenly screamed.

"Behind! Brother Hua, look at the back!"

Brother Hua and Han Fei turned their heads at the same time. In the corridor on the 14th floor, a security door was open, and a face came out, looking at them in the dark.

"That seems to be room 1144, right?"