My Healing Game

"The more important the'things' thrown into the well, the better the things that can be exchanged. People start to become crazy in the constant'trying'."

It took Han Fei about an hour and a half to put the patterns on the waste paper together.

The waste paper that covered the entire room spelled out a tragedy.

In the bottomless well, some people are climbing up, some people are jumping down, some people kneel at the well as a god, and some people regard it as an evil spirit and want to destroy it.

"Is this well the well behind the underground shrine?"

After restoring the puzzle, Han Fei memorized all the contents of the puzzle in the shortest time, and then he shuffled all the waste papers.

"The less people know about such a dangerous thing, the better. Some desperate guys in the province will run over and try."

There was no record of the woman in room 13 on the waste paper, but the patterns on the waste paper were indeed from her hands, and all the lines were stained with black hair and smelly blood.

"The woman knows the secret of that well? She has seen that well?" Han Fei is now very curious why the homeowner chose to commit suicide and what forced her to make this extreme decision.

Picking up the paper airplane folded with the love letter, Han Fei read the text again: "The truth is a monster with a long mouth. It was locked in the house by a philanthropist? The recognized philanthropist in everyone’s impression is the owner of a shopping mall. , Does this mean that the truth is in the mall owner's house?"

A few days ago, Han Fei had asked the Oriole some things in a small chat. He knew that the owner of the mall had many houses, but his favorite place to live was the source of Shahe in Baicheng District.

"The ghost house that ordered white rice every night is also in Shaheyuan, so I just stopped by today to have a look."

After receiving the love letter, Han Fei took away the most critical dozen pieces of waste paper, so that no matter who came over, it would be difficult to spell out the well again.

"Six fingers are dead and unclear. The other fingers are likely to come over, or I'd better burn all these things."

Han Fei is a very decisive person. He got up and was about to go home to get the lighter, but the landlord and his wife came back at this time.

"Are you addicted to staying in the murder house?" The landlord sister is also very knowledgeable, but she has never seen someone like Han Fei: "Aren't you afraid?"

"I have to put the waste paper together today, and give the deceased a fair deal."

"There is fairness in the world. You can concentrate on working to treat your mother, and then live your own life." The landlord sister frowned and looked at the waste paper on the ground: "I will burn all these papers later! Look at you too!"

"Isn't it haunted if I burn it? We can't avoid the problem." Han Fei pestered the landlord sister: "Why did the residents in Room 13 commit suicide?"

"do not know."

"If you tell me, I will sell blood and make up for the rent owed to you." Han Fei rolled up his sleeves and looked serious.

"As for? This person is not relative to you, why should you trouble yourself?" The landlord sister was also violent. Seeing that both sides were about to pinch, the landlady's husband ran over.

"It all calms down." The uncle closed the door with his backhand: "Don't be so loud, lest the tenants know it."

Standing between Han Fei and his wife, he slowly said, "I can tell you what you want to know, and the rent is not anxious. It is important that you treat your mother first."

"What happened to Tenant No. 13 before he died?" Han Fei didn't want to delay time, so he asked directly.

"This is a long story. The occupant of Room 13 is an employee of a department store. Although she is not very old, she already has a child. She has suffered a lot to make a living. She used to go to work in a department store. , He locked the child in the rental house. There is nothing to play at home. When the child is bored, he likes to use waste paper to make a plane and throw it at the garbage dump downstairs. The other tenants in the building hate the child, and then the woman starts Bring the kids to work." The landlord sighed.

"In fact, that woman is pretty good, but how do you say it? When you didn't affect others, everyone was in harmony, but if your existence caused inconvenience to everyone, then no one would give you a good face. "The uncle landlord stood in room 13 and felt that the temperature was decreasing. He took out a cigarette to warm his body, but after a glance at the landlady, he consciously put down the cigarette.

"Neighbors think she's so bullying, and colleagues think she has too much trouble, so a few weeks passed. One night the woman suddenly ran back to the apartment building and hurriedly found our husband and wife, said her child was lost, and asked us Have you seen her baby."

"Although we are not familiar with her, we kindly helped to find her, but in the middle of the night, we ran all over this block and didn't see her child."

"From that day on, the tenant was abnormal. She went to work during the day and went out to look for children at night, and slowly people went crazy." The landlord uncle put the cigarette back in his pocket, but he finally did not take a bite.

"crazy?"

"Yes, she talks nonsense every day, saying that there must be a way to find her child. As long as she makes a wish to the gods, the gods will guide her." The landlord's eyes are full of regret: "I also persuaded her and contacted her. My family hopes that she can go back to her hometown, but she just doesn’t listen, and the illness is getting more and more serious."

"and after?"

"The woman was completely crazy. She burned her hands and said that she would use her hands to change the position of the child." When the landlord said this, he didn't think there was any problem, but Han Fei felt terrified.

"Did she mention a well to you?"

"How did you know?" The landlord was stunned for a moment, and then continued: "She had severe burns in her hands. On the way to the hospital, she was not sane, and she kept saying something incomprehensible to ordinary people. . For example, what kind of hate to ignite a fire that can burn in the water, she is willing to exchange her child’s position with her hands. She also said that she reached into the well, her arms were scorched by the water, the most terrifying is behind, She said that her wish was really fulfilled, and the gods told her where the child was, but she found out that her child was in the well."

"A good living person was so crazy, and in the end the child was not found." The landlord sister also opened her mouth, she is a knife-mouthed tofu heart, and now feels sorry for the woman.

"The woman came back here after she was discharged from the hospital, and she hanged herself that night." The landlord and the couple did not blame the woman for dying in the rental house. They also deliberately kept the room as it was. They probably also felt that there was a problem.

"Did the guest on the 13th tell you about the child's father? Did she fall in love again while working in the mall?"

"We have never heard of anything related to her husband. She came from the country. Maybe her husband worked in other cities." The landlord uncle began to urge Han Fei to leave: "Let's go, don't stay in this house all the time. "

"Wait a minute." Han Fei opened the moldy closet in the bedroom. There were a lot of old clothes in it. Some of them had the logo of a charity organization printed on the clothes of some children.

Han Fei is familiar with the sign, and he has seen a similar pattern on the donation box at the back of the mall.

Continuing to search, a hand-knitted red sweater caught Han Fei’s eyes. He picked up the sweater in one hand: “This is a bit like a red sweater knitted by an old lady.”

Tenant No. 13 and her child have accepted donations from a charity organization, but the problem is that this charity organization was established by the owner of the mall himself, and the man surnamed Gu has no charity in his eyes, only business. All his gifts are secretly marked.

"The woman came to Shahe, and directly found a place near the department store to rent, and then successfully found a job in the department store. Does she know someone in the department store? Or have a special relationship?" Han Fei looked at the clothes with special signs in the cabinet: "The philanthropist has locked conscience and truth at home..."

There was a lot of speculation in his mind, and instead of staying in room thirteen, he hurried back to his home.

"Physical fitness and mood values ​​have dropped too much. I want to take a break and go to Shaheyuan at noon."

After disposing of some of the waste paper in the old lady's parcel, Han Fei fell asleep in bed.

At noon, Han Fei was awakened in his brain, his physical stamina had not fully recovered, and his mood value had only recovered to forty-nine.

"It will be more dangerous after dark, and there is not much time left for me."

Han Fei took the package and walked out of the room. When he went downstairs, he called Wang Ping An.

After waiting for about half an hour, Wang Ping An appeared at the door of the apartment riding an electric car in his own takeaway uniform.

He smiled stupidly, since childhood, few people would come to him to play, and Han Fei was his only friend.

"Your bright yellow coat is too conspicuous?" Han Fei looked at Wang Ping'an. He was about to be an enemy of the whole world, but his teammate was a big boy with mental retardation: "The mall owner is cruel, and the city is very deep. If you are seen by him, it may hurt you. Or if you lend me your clothes and equipment, go back by yourself."

If it is too complicated, Wang Ping’an doesn’t understand. He patted the back seat of the electric car and smiled happily: “Me, my dad said, you helped me, let me help you too.”

"Then let's make a quick decision."

"Brother, brother, I also have your favorite rice here." Wang Ping'an said braggingly, "I took several orders last night."

An unknown premonition emerged in his mind. Han Fei opened the take-out box, and half a box of rice boxes was piled up inside.

"They order food, but they don't receive it. Do they want to give me the rice? Are they kind people?" Wang Ping'an is just like going out with friends, without feeling nervous, and the speed is very slow. Han Fei didn't run as fast as he was chased by ghosts.

"The prerequisite for a good-hearted person is to have a heart." Han Fei motioned to Wang to stop safely: "You go to the back and sit and I will ride."

Han Fei was in a hurry, and after changing positions, he rode the electric bike out of the feeling of drag racing.

Galloping all the way, Han Fei finally rushed to the high-end residential area of ​​Shaheyuan before one point.

In fact, when he entered Baicheng District, he clearly felt that it was different from the middle and lower reaches of the Shahe River. The road was wide and clean, and the environment was excellent, but it was a little bit deserted.

"How did you get in before?" Han Fei found that there were a lot of security guards at the gate of the community, and there were surveillance everywhere.

"Walked in." Wang Pingan pointed to the take-out box: "Delivery."

"Pretend to be a takeaway? Good idea." Han Fei nodded: "You change your shirt with me. You will wait here later, don't run around."