My Healing Game

"Only the toy that says Mommy has been destroyed?"

Han Fei held the puppet in his hand. He gently twisted the puppet's body and found a little blood stain on the puppet's neck.

"The child's toy is stained with blood, something is wrong." Han Fei tried to grasp the puppet's body with his hands. The place where the fingers were holding was very clean, and the blood stains were just on the edges of the fingers.

"Could it be that the kid witnessed the scene of his father killing someone just now?" A scene emerged in Han Fei's mind.

The child who didn't understand anything heard his parents arguing fiercely. He timidly took the toy and walked out of his room, only to see the moment his mother's head fell.

Splashes of blood fell in front of him, and a small part of it fell on the toy.

This can also explain why only the toy with the mother written on it was taken apart.

"I can't spell my head..."

"Hey!"

The woman's voice suddenly rang above Han Fei's head, shocking his pupils.

"What are you doing?" The Oriole stood by the counter holding the washed cloth bag and sweater, looking at Han Fei who was hiding under the counter in confusion.

"It's okay. A child came over just now and begged me to keep his toys." Han Fei's expression quickly returned to normal.

"That kid is here again? Or in the middle of the night?" Oriole shook his head: "That kid probably ran out with his family behind his back. If he let his father know that he will be beaten up."

"Have you met his father?"

"These toys were sent by his father. The man is tall and strong. His arms are thicker than my thighs."

"I heard that he also sent a lot of old furniture. Is he going to move?" Han Fei put the puppet alone in another place.

"I don't know." Orioles looked around: "What about the child? Where did you go?"

"It was still in the store just now, maybe it was sneaking away." Han Fei walked out from behind the counter: "Can I see the second-hand furniture he is consigning here?"

"Most of the things he sent were new, and I put them at the front of the furniture area."

Han Fei entered the furniture area, searched one by one, and finally focused on the largest single sofa.

"If you empty the sofa, you can hide a corpse covered with tape and preservatives."

Slowly approaching, Han Fei opened the sofa cushion and fumbled with his fingers.

He did not find the corpse on the sofa, but found a thin notebook in the gap between the sofa cushions.

This should be the boy's workbook. The Chinese teacher asked to write a weekly journal once a week. The boy wrote for a month that his father took him to the park to play.

"Looking at the description, it should be that abandoned little park. Could it be that the body was buried in the park by a man?"

The child’s weekly diary always mentions the small pond downstream of the stone bridge. Han Fei suspected that after the man killed his wife, he hid the body in the mud of the pond.

"The boy's body was soaked and white, and his pupils were swollen like goldfish. Perhaps he was also thrown into the river."

Turning over his homework, Han Fei saw the boy’s last weekly diary, which said how much his father loved him and bought him a lot of toys.

Then there was a place that caught Han Fei's attention. The boy's favorite toys mentioned in his weekly journal did not appear in the carton.

At first glance, this was normal. The father felt sorry for the child and didn't take the child's favorite toy to the second-hand store for consignment. He loved his child very much.

But the prerequisite for all this is that the child is still alive.

If the boy is dead, the toys his father left behind are worth thinking about. Did he apologize for burying those toys next to the boy's body? Or is there a lot of blood stains on those toys and cannot be sold at all? Or is he just a pure metamorphosis, wanting to feel the temperature of his child through those toys?

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong..."

There was another voice at the door of the store, and Han Fei did not expect that there would be so many people coming to the store in the middle of the night.

He quietly stuffed the boy's weekly notebook into his clothes, quickly restored the sofa, and then walked to the door of the store with a professional and perfect smile.

In front of the second-hand supermarket, there was a takeaway clerk standing, holding the sign in his hand, stammering something.

Because he happened to be standing at the door of the store, neither coming in nor going out, causing the sound of Ding Dong Ding Dong to ring non-stop.

"Sister Li, have you ordered takeaway?"

"I didn't! It should be the wrong delivery." Oriole motioned to the deliveryman to come in, but he waved his hands, his mouth closed and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Don't worry." Han Fei glanced, and found that the back of the deliveryman's buttocks was stained with a lot of rice soup and oil, and a small piece of skin on his arm was burned: "What happened to the accident on the road? The soup and rice you sent was beaten. flipped?"

Hearing Han Fei's voice, the takeaway nodded very vigorously. His mouth was wide open, and he dragged a long tone: "Yes, I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

When the delivery person spoke, his facial skin would twitch unconsciously, and he could not control his expression.

"We didn't order the takeaway. Are you sure you didn't deliver it wrong?"

"Addresses, department stores...this." The takeaway took out his mobile phone and kept pointing to Han Fei: "No one answers the phone or phone."

"Wait a minute! This seems to be a security phone number." Oriole took out her cell phone and called, and her phone was connected directly: "Is it the takeaway you ordered? They have already delivered the items, where are you guys? ?"

After a while, the elevator in the mall lights up, and two night security guards walked over. When they saw the very embarrassed takeaway, they didn't have any surprises in their eyes, as if they had known that the other party would overturn the soup.

"Can you two stop the ink?"

"This kid has timed out for five minutes. I want to say that the ink marks are his ink marks." The security guard who had just been reprimanded by Zhu Wei now raised his head and stretched his hand to the delivery staff: "Forget it if you are late, what about the takeaway?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." The delivery worker rubbed his hands, as if scared, his face flushed anxiously, but he just couldn't say anything.

"I'm asking you to take out!" The security guard's voice began to grow louder, and he seemed to want to vent all the anger he had just suffered.

The security guards pressed harder and louder, and the deliveryman seemed to be frightened. He turned and ran to C, pushed his electric car to the door, and then hugged the delivery box that was still dripping with soup. Hastily ran in.

"Stand there and don't move! You have soiled the ground!"

The deliveryman’s fingers were hot red, and his arms trembled, but he stopped and was afraid to put the delivery box on the ground.

"Give it to me." Han Fei said softly, reaching for the takeaway box.

The hot soup splashed on the palms, sticky and hot.

Opening the box, the four large portions of mutton soup were all spilled.

"What about this?! Don't say that we bully the disabled! It's not easy for everyone. This is our brother's first meal today. What do you say now!" Two security guards stood by the delivery staff one by one. Next to him, the deliveryman who was obviously mentally flawed held up his hand that was still slipping the lamb soup, panting heavily in his mouth, unable to speak a word.

"You spilled it yourself, you will pay for it." The security guard took out his mobile phone: "Don't lose money, don't want to leave today."

The deliveryman couldn't say the whole thing, he just kept making strange screams. He seemed to want to step back, but was grabbed by another security guard.

He seemed to have observed the deliveryman a long time ago, reaching into the deliveryman's collar, and directly tore off the knot hanging on the deliveryman's neck.

There is a work sign hanging on the rope. It looks like a pupil practicing calligraphy. It reads one stroke at a time—Hello, I am Wang Ping’an’s father. He has autism since he was a child. If he did something wrong, I hope you can Contact me, I will be there as soon as possible, my home address is 15 Shahe Street, my phone number is...

"Don't talk to him, just call his father." The security guard read the phone number on the sign, and the other security guard started making the call.

"The night shift security is the only two of you. You two want to drink four soups? Add so much meat? Are you not afraid of getting sick?" Han Fei took out the lunch box containing the lamb soup from the takeout box: "Lamb soup is originally If it’s not easy to deliver, there are still problems with the merchant’s packaging.

"Are there any problems with the merchant's packaging?"

"I have really come into contact with the food delivery industry, and I am also very good at packing food." Han Fei has packed a lot of corpses in the food delivery box in the death building: "You have spilled the mutton soup, you need to vent it, it's okay, but Find the right person to vent. This low-quality lunch box and packaging method feels like a business deliberately cheating people."

"I remember!" The oriole next to him suddenly spoke. He pointed to one of the security guards and said: "Xiao Li's wife entered the city two months ago and opened a sheep grocery store next to No. 3 Middle School~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Han Fei picked up the deliveryman’s phone and glanced at it. The place where he picked up the food was indeed near No. 3 Middle School.

"What do I say? The business is not good, so I want to deal with these fast-deteriorating lamb? Look at the map, the Shahe Street where the deliveryman's father lives is relatively close to No.3 Middle School. Is this deliveryman often in your wife's shop? Take the meal?" Han Fei's reaction speed was too fast, and he could see through the security's careful thoughts in an instant.

"You guys with disabilities who are still delivering meals in the middle of the night are all pitted? Are you two still human?" The oriole was also a little angry: "I used to think you were good, and I was on the overnight shift with you."

It has been exposed, the two security guards did not pretend, they stood together and looked at the oriole: "Don't say how good you are? If you are so good, why don't you tell this newcomer what happened in your store? matter?"

The security guard named Xiao Li gave a cold snort, then looked at Han Fei: "Silly boy, do you know why a second-hand supermarket is open in the middle of the night? Do you know why they have to be there for twenty hours? Don't be caught. This liar fox deceived, your shop has died before! Whoever is on the night shift will die!"