My Healing Game

The owner of the mall called suddenly, which Han Fei never expected.

He looked at the number on the phone screen, and he felt like the gangster abandoned the dark and turned out, and when he was in contact with the police, he received the last warning from the boss.

At this time, the family in Room 19 is also on the verge of madness. If the boss says something wrong on the phone, Han Fei is likely to be torn apart by the family.

"Take it? Or not?"

When Han Fei hesitated, a pale and immature face had already seen the phone number on the screen of Han Fei's mobile phone.

This call has a special meaning to the dead in the room. Just seeing it, all "human figures" begin to alienate wildly!

The black blood vessels that looked like plant rhizomes crawled out of the bodies of several people with a strong smell and spread to the entire room.

There were crying from the seven photos on the wooden table, and all the faces in the photos shed blood and tears. They stared at Han Fei, their swollen eyes filled with hatred.

The originally deserted room became "lively", the rotten and smelly dishes on the dining table were smeared with bright blood, and the children with their legs dragging blood vessels ran around the house, on the huge TV screen. The image also appeared, and the holiday blessing video began to be played.

In the prosperous background, people who were bleeding all sat at the table, saying goodbye and the final reunion.

The landlord's ring made a crisp sound, and the cracks in the ring showed signs of expansion.

"The hatred of this family is too strong." Han Fei knew that this could not go on, he pressed the answer button in front of all the "people".

"Hello, what's the matter?" There was a trace of fatigue in Han Fei's voice.

"Something went wrong in the store, you come here right now." The voice of the man surnamed Gu came from the phone. This is the first time he spoke in such a harsh tone. Usually this old thing wears a mask of hypocrisy, deliberately acting approachable .

"Boss Gu?" Han Fei stood in the alienated room, with surging blood vessels under his feet, and a hideous face above his head, but he did not show any abnormality: "I'm delivering food, maybe I can't immediately Hurry back."

"Pei Yang is missing, and all kinds of goods in the store are thrown on the ground. Did something happen last night?" The man surnamed Gu had a gloomy and terrifying voice.

If only Pei Yang is missing, the store owner will not be so angry at all, and there must be a very important thing missing in the store.

"This morning, when the day was still dark, Pei Yang came to see me for work. There happened to be a special customer in the store. The man was dressed in black and had a tattoo on his head. He didn't speak when he entered the store. I've been standing next to the innermost shrine in the store."

"Did he lift the black cloth on the shrine?!" The boss's voice on the phone suddenly became louder.

"No, but he wants to buy that shrine, and he said that he has already discussed with Pei Yang." Han Fei's words are true, and there is no meaning to instigate discord: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with that shrine?"

"The shrine is still there, but the contents inside were stolen, and the monitoring of last night was also manipulated in advance." The boss's voice slowly lowered: "Did you...were you going to the underground warehouse last night?"

"I entered it twice, mainly to replenish the goods on the outside shelves." Han Fei's first entry was indeed to replenish goods. Pei Yang did not dare to go underground, so when he took over, many places on the shelves were empty.

"Then do you see a basket full of zong leaves in the underground warehouse? The basket contains a letter sent to me by my benefactor." The man surnamed Gu has been suppressing his emotions and asked Han as calmly as possible. No.

"Letter?" Han Fei did not answer, nor did he answer never. He looked at the envelope held by the ghost in his palm, his tone was full of doubts, as if he had heard that this thing was still in the underground warehouse for the first time.

"Forget it." The mall owner seemed to be afraid of exposing more things, so he stopped asking: "You come to the mall as soon as possible. There is not enough manpower here."

The voice of the owner of the mall came from the phone, and at the moment he heard his voice, all the ghosts in the room couldn't maintain their final human form.

The blood vessels gushing from the family's body connected them together, weaving them into a cage of flesh and blood, imprisoning Han Fei in it.

The cage slowly shrank, the unspeakable hatred had reached a critical point, and all the hatred was about to burst out.

"You have a lot of noise over there, why do you feel so noisy?" The boss's words showed a trace of impatience. He has encountered enough bad things today and is getting angry.

"Maybe the quality of my phone is too bad." Han Fei held the phone over his head, letting the faces close to his phone. He now hopes that these ghosts can go along the phone line and kill the boss.

"Work hard with me, pay a salary, and change to a new mobile phone." The mall owner has no time to chat with Han Fei now, so he hung up the phone after speaking.

After confirming that the call was over, Han Fei put his cell phone on the ground: "You heard it just now. I risked my life to give you that letter. I really want to help you."

Most crises can be turned into opportunities, as long as you are not afraid of death.

Before Han Fei came, he did not expect the hatred of the family to be so terrifying. He is considered a senior player who has experienced strong winds and waves. He always pays attention to the mood value and the landlord’s ring warning. If there is something wrong, he will immediately retreat, but he did not. I expected that it was still calm just now, and suddenly a storm of "hate" would blow, and there would be no chance to run.

However, Han Fei did not give up hope. Wang Ping'an also came here to deliver food last night. The mentally impaired takeaway is like a clean white paper to this distorted world.

The ghost in room 19 not only didn't embarrass him, but also sent him out of the community safely. From this point, it can be seen that the ghost in room 19 still retains a trace of reason.

Han Fei is already very cautious. He has considered various situations and combined his rich experience in coexisting with abnormal "neighbors" before he made the decision to visit the door in person.

But even so, he is still in a dangerous situation now.

The zongye, which looked like a human skin, and the letter were too stimulating to Li Gui. Then the family heard the voice of the owner of the mall again, which was like throwing a fire into a pile of paper, and then pouring it again to extinguish the fire. A pot of oil.

"The owner of the mall said that you are his benefactors, but now he lives in a big villa, full of descendants, countless properties, but your family has fallen to this point, are you really willing?"

"I also heard the old beast say that he is going to push down the unoccupied building in Shaheyuan, and then you will not even have a home to reunite after death!"

"Once the only root is cut off, how can your family get together?"

"It is a pity not to be reunited before death. It is simply torture to never see his family after death. You have already made him feel threatened when you get together, and he will not let you go."

Han Fei worked hard to analyze the status quo for several family members.

"The mall owner is running out of time. He needs something to continue his life. Now is his craziest time and also his most vulnerable time. If we don't seize this opportunity, the tragedy may repeat itself again." Han Fei’s acting skills were fully demonstrated by Han Fei. Standing in the scarlet cage, he shouted unwillingly: “Despair is an abyss that cannot be seen to the end. You think you have experienced all the pain now, but destiny will tell you if you don’t go. Fighting, even more painful and desperate things will happen!"

Hand commanded, Han Fei took out the hair-stained chain from his inventory. He clenched the chain with both hands, with scarlet eyes, staring at the photos: "I was also targeted by the owner of the mall, in that store. The next person to die will be me, but I have no other choice. My mother is still in the hospital waiting for me to raise money for life-saving. The philanthropist of human blood yielded! You have your family members to guard, and I have the only relative to save!"

Tears of despair were soaked in a roar that was almost out of control.

In the fists that clenched the chains, he was unwilling to fate!

Even if he was surrounded by ghosts and fell into a desperate situation, Han Fei still stood up straight without taking a step back.

He knew that behind him was the mother of the shrine owner, and behind his mother was the abyss. If he stepped back, the mother who guarded his back would also fall together.

Ordinary people may not be able to fully understand this feeling, but the ghosts who were reunited after death have a deep understanding.

They are also victims, they also have family members to guard, and they have the same encounters and the same enemies.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was a knock on the door, and then the closed security door in the living room was opened.

The old man who had had a relationship with Han Fei before appeared at the door, holding an empty black plastic bag in his hand, and looking towards the bedroom with muddy eyes.

With a light sigh, the old man walked toward the bedroom, and every step he took, the blood vessels and stains on the nearby floor would instantly disappear.

"Give me the letter."

When the old man entered the bedroom, the cold aura in the room was broken, and the almost completely alienated Li Gui slowly returned to normal.

This shameless old man seems to be the real owner of Room 19 in Shaheyuan.

The pale fingers handed the envelope to the old man. He held the letter and fell silent.

Room 19 gradually changed back to its original appearance. The only difference was that there was a vicissitudes of old man at the door of the bedroom.

"This letter was written to me by your boss. When I was young, I always regarded him as my best friend."

"Later he went out alone and opened a shop."

"I haven't contacted him for about ten years. He suddenly returned to Shahe and invited me to do business together."

"In the beginning, the business was very good. He was very prosperous and could do anything. I bet all the belongings with him, and I really gained a lot."

"Unfortunately, I didn't know at that time, all the benefits from him need to be repaid."

The old man stopped talking. He seemed to be a lot older in an instant. He sat alone on the bed in the bedroom, staring blankly at the pictures on the table.

"I really regarded him as my best friend, but he just regarded me as a commodity."

"After our business was booming for a few years, everything suddenly became difficult. He asked me to drink every day, always saying that he wanted to borrow something from me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he didn't know what to borrow. "

"It didn't take long before the eldest son who helped me take care of my business disappeared. The second son and the younger daughter came back to see me on the Dragon Boat Festival, but both of them had a car accident."

"For the holidays that day, I prepared a large table of meals, and waited until midnight, and finally waited for one bad news after another."

"I was in distress and was admitted to the hospital, leaving all the business to my best friend to take care of."

"All my relatives are gone. Except for the carer, only my best friend comes back to see me every day."

"He helped me find the best doctor and use the best medicine, but my body is still getting worse every day."

"Living is already a very strenuous thing for me."

"Slowly, I lost the concept of time, and I was confused. The best friend of my life found me at that time."

"He said he has a way to reunite me with my family, but there is a price to pay."

"My heart was ashamed, I believed his words and lent him the last thing-my life."