My Healing Game

Han Fei spent most of tonight in hallucinations, and now it is too late to hit the wall.

In order not to be discovered by the boss, Han Fei remembered the location of the well and restored the shelf.

He walked in the underground warehouse with a shovel and pickaxe on his back, carefully feeling the coolness from the landlord's ring. There were too many unclean things in the underground warehouse than on the ground.

"what is this?"

There is a carved wooden box on the shelf very close to the shrine, which is a bit like an antique. As long as you get close, you will feel a gust of wind.

Han Fei opened the wooden box with his gloves. There were several blackened zong leaves inside. The surface of the leaves was covered with moldy white rice and candied dates with insects, but the strange thing was that the zong leaves themselves were intact.

"This zong leaf grows so strange. The veins of the leaf are like dense blood vessels. Isn't this a meat zongzi?"

Pulling aside the zongye, there is a letter at the bottom of the wooden box, and the envelope can barely read the three words-gift to old friend.

Enduring strong discomfort, Han Fei found a plastic bag and took out the letter, wiped off the blood scabs on the surface of the envelope, and Han Fei saw an address.

"No. 19, Shaheyuan, Baicheng District? I remember that the family who ordered white rice every night also lived in Shaheyuan."

Baicheng District is the richest district, and Shaheyuan is where the rich live.

"This has to be an ironclad relationship, and this kind of meat dumplings will be given during the holidays?"

Han Fei put a piece of rice dumpling and letter paper into the plastic bag, and he was going to take this thing to Shaheyuan after dawn.

In addition to rice dumplings, Han Fei also found a large number of yin-sounding goods in the warehouse, including precious silks and satin, meat grinders full of rust marks, and old-fashioned square-box TVs that have been obsolete for many years.

"There is at least one ‘dirty thing’ on every shelf. They are all placed facing the shrine, and it feels like they are sacrifices to the shrine."

Han Fei scanned the shelves, he was going to take these "dirty things" sealed in the warehouse, so that they could see the sun again.

"In the illusion of the owner of the shrine, all ghosts are controlled by the shrine, and the people around are accomplices, but is this really the case?"

"He was in a situation of extreme despair, completely dominated by negative thoughts, coupled with the temptation of the shrine, that's why he saw such a hopeless world."

"Perhaps such a world is exactly what the mall owner wants him to see. In reality, all the good things that are close to the owner of the shrine will be torn apart and rubbed into a more ugly despair. He just wants to turn the owner of the shrine into a monster step by step. , Became a slave kneeling under the shrine."

"After experiencing so many things, I can say that I am the person who understands him best in this memory world, but understanding does not mean that I will follow the same path as him."

In the illusion, Han Fei was driven to a dead end by all the ghosts. Now Han Fei not only does not hate those ghosts, but also wants to take them out of the warehouse.

"They are persecuted and bullied by the shrine, and they can't even get peace after death. If there is anyone in this world who can help me, they will definitely be among them."

As he couldn't carry it all at once, Han Fei could only choose a few small objects that were easy to carry and not easy to find, and stuffed them into the old lady's parcel.

When he left the underground warehouse, there was a paper airplane folded into a love letter, a wig full of cobwebs, flesh and blood dumplings and the letter in his bag.

Han Fei used the method of cleaning the scene of the murder case to restore everything in the store. Then he walked out of the thrift store with the old lady's package and came to the donation box behind the shopping mall building.

The Oriole once brought her here. The donation box built by the store owner is not far from where the building disposes of rubbish. Perhaps the store owner subconsciously thinks that charity is just finding a better place for rubbish.

Taking out the key, opening the donation box, Han Fei put the old lady's package away.

It may be because he participated in the cracking of too many murders. Han Fei is very good at dealing with things like this. Fortunately, he is not a bad person. If one day he really goes astray, then Xinhu may have another super criminal.

Back in the shop, Han Fei seemed as if nothing had happened, lying on the counter to catch up.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong..."

Just before dawn, the store door was pushed open, and a man in a black coat entered the store.

He was all black from hat to shoes, just like he had just attended the funeral.

The man didn't talk to Han Fei, walked around the store alone, and finally stopped in front of the shrine covered with black cloth.

"Do you have any needs?" Han Fei stood at the counter, asking with some sleepiness.

"I wanted to buy this shrine last time, but the waiter said he couldn't make up his mind and needed to ask the boss." The man slowly turned around: "So many days have passed, I wonder how you are thinking about it?"

It was cold outside, but the man was only wearing a thin coat. He also had a very complicated black tattoo on his neck, as if a giant python was devouring several heads.

"Can you tell me which clerk received you? I can contact you." Han Fei patted his face lightly, as if to force himself to stay awake.

"Thank you for your kindness, but he should be here soon." The man looked at Han Fei a few times, and soon lost interest.

He seemed to care more about the second-hand goods in the store than the living people in this world.

Ten minutes later, the door of the thrift store was pushed open again. Pei sheep with bloodshot eyes appeared at the door of the store. His clothes were disheveled and his hair was messy. He seemed to have been woken up just as soon as he fell asleep.

"Why are you here?" Han Fei was a little surprised.

Pei Yang waved his hand and went straight to the man in black. The two chatted in a low voice for a long time. During the period, Pei Yang looked at Han Fei from time to time, as if he was afraid that Han Fei would notice something.

About ten minutes later, Pei Yang walked to Han Fei: "Brother, I think you have injured your leg. Let's get off work early today. Go back and have a good rest and take over early in the evening."

"Are you able to support yourself? You didn't leave until eleven o'clock last night, and now you are back before dawn..."

"Leave me alone, go back to sleep." Pei Yang kept urging Han Fei to leave.

"That person doesn't look like a good person, please pay attention, don't be fooled." Han Fei reminded him kindly.

"Okay, okay, got it."

Han Fei was also very happy to be able to get off work early. He checked the accounts with Pei Yang, and then walked out of the thrift shop with his sleepy eyes.

As soon as he walked out of the store, Han Fei had murderous intent in his eyes. He could see clearly that the head tattoo on the man's neck was the same as the one on Qizhi's body.

"Why is Pei Yang messing up with Ten Fingers?"

Just now Pei Yang and the man in black had a very low voice, but Han Fei had the broken right ear of the owner of the shrine, and he heard everything the two said.

Pei Yang has discovered some of the secrets of the mall owner. He feels that the next person to die will be himself, so he takes the initiative to ask the man in black for help.

The man in black is a private investigator by profession and has been investigating things related to shopping malls. He and Pei Yang can be said to hit it off.

"Seven fingers and eight fingers were killed, and the remaining fingers will start to act. Pei Yang is very smart, but he found the wrong partner and teamed up with Ten Fingers, which can only be said to be a sheep's mouth."

Just now, Han Fei risked being discovered and reminded Pei Yang, but Pei Yang was panicked now and couldn't listen to others at all.

"I hope he can make it to the end."

Everyone tried their best to save themselves, but some people chose the wrong method. It was suicide rather than self-help.

The sky outside the mall was already dark. After Han Fei was sure that there was no one around, he turned to the donation box and took the old lady's package away.

"get off work."

Walking across the stone bridge, Han Fei glanced down at the quietly flowing Shahe River. His reflection in the river was a little fuzzy, not very similar to him, as if someone else was standing in the river looking at him.

"Hurry back and sleep for a while, and wait for noon to visit Shaheyuan with Wang Ping'an."

Han Fei rubbed his hands. The weather was getting colder and colder. It was time for him to buy some thick clothes for himself.

After bypassing the park and entering the alley, Han Fei stopped after not getting far.

There are two alleys between the department store and the place where he rented. The homeless man usually shrinks in the alley close to the community, but today he appeared in the alley close to the department store.

Seeing Han Fei coming, the homeless man got up from the wooden box and stretched his hands in front of Han Fei, as if asking Han Fei for food.

Having not seen each other day and night, the tramp's legs seemed to be lame, and now he is like the dog in the wooden box.

His face was unkempt, his clothes were ragged, and his hands were still muddy.

In the past, a homeless man would never take the initiative to beg for food, but today he seems a bit abnormal.

"The sky hasn't been completely bright yet, and the breakfast stall didn't open yesterday. I can't buy you food now." Han Fei continued walking. The homeless man suddenly grabbed Han Fei's clothes. He was dirty. His hands left smudges on Han Fei's clerk uniform.

Slowly narrowing his eyes, Han Fei didn't say anything excessive to the tramp, nor did he use brute force to break free.

He gently grabbed the man's wrist: "It seems that you are starving. Then I will go to the mall and have a look. I remember that there is a convenience store open 24 hours a day."

There was nothing unusual in his expression, and Han Fei smiled very warmly.

Seeing that he was going back the same way, the tramp released his hand.

Two minutes later, Han Fei was no longer visible on the street. The homeless man was about to return to stay near the wooden box. The door of a house next to him was suddenly opened.

A man in the uniform of a hospital nurse walked out, holding a bright sharp knife in his hand.

"You save him?" The man grabbed the homeless man by the neck and slammed him against the wall: "You like doing good deeds so much, then you can die for him!"

When the blade was going down ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to pierce the lower abdomen of the tramp, there was a sound of rapid footsteps in the alley.

Han Fei didn't go far at all, he kept hiding around the corner.

Without considering the consequences, Han Fei directly threw the man to the ground.

"You really have a problem! I said why I have never seen you!" The man was excited when he saw Han Feizhe return, "A stranger appeared in this immutable world. Whose memory are you on earth?"

The man felt no pain, and his strength was much greater than that of ordinary people. He easily locked one of Han Fei's arms.

"It doesn't matter what you don't want to say, I will make you canned and imprisoned in my bedroom."

The man's other hand pinched Han Fei's neck. When he tried to throw Han Fei to the ground, Han Fei's right hand pierced the man's heart.

"Can you not fight? You laughed, can your fist penetrate my chest?"

The grinning smile at the corner of his mouth slowly solidified, and the man felt a hint of coolness in his chest: "The body with condensed memories...how can it feel cold?"

Looking down, the light of Chu Yang reflected in Han Fei's hands, and a bright knife appeared in the man's eyes.

Hold the knife in the backhand, slash upwards!

The head of the nurse was chopped off by the blade.

His body melted in the sun, and the caregiver stared at Han Fei incredibly. Before he even touched the tattoo on his neck, he was killed by Han Fei.

"I, I remember your face..."

"It's really long-winded." Moving his wrists, Han Fei got up from the ground: "He has six human heads tattooed around his neck, which looks like a scarf. Is he six fingers?"

Putting away the death knife, Han Fei looked back at the corner, and the tramp hugged his dog with a look of horror, for fear that Han Fei would kill him.

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