My Healing Game

"Someone specifically bought the haunted house?" Han Fei looked at the white wax on the ground: "Did he put all these things?"

"Nonsense, other than that lunatic, who else would do such a thing... No, it's a little imprecise, there are indeed other weirdos in the building." The old man seemed to have remembered something: "But Bai Wa must be the one who did it. Yes, I caught him before now."

"Why would he do this?"

"Who knows? I don't even ask him, and no one cares about the community. We even called the police, but that guy just didn't change his mind." The old man also had a headache: "If you are really curious, go to him and ask yourself. Ask, but I still want to persuade you, you can't believe everything a madman says, if you believe what a madman says, then you are not far from going mad."

After cleaning the door of his house, the old man closed the door, and he showed the snow in front of each door to the fullest.

"The girlfriend of a vegetative person is in the first seven ghosts, will the new resident on the fifth floor do this because he wants to see his girlfriend?" Li Guoer's face changed: "Damn, we saw a ghost married last night, the ghost said It might have run into his house! The owner of the house may have been killed!"

"Go, go up and have a look."

Walking through the white wax, the three came to the fourth floor.

Li Guoer was afraid that the owner of the house would be killed, so he walked quickly, but Han Fei stopped when he passed the fourth floor.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Jia was caught off guard and bumped into Han Fei's back.

"This room..." Han Fei stared straight at the rusted security door, his pupils shrank a little bit, the whites of his eyes continued to increase, and the expression on his face began to get out of control: "I seem to have been here before."

"Bang!"

Han Fei grabbed the door lock with both hands, and the sound startled both Li Guoer and Xiao Jia.

"Calm down!" Xiao Jia tried to pull Han Fei away, but Han Fei's hand seemed to grow on the iron door.

"I didn't move, my body moved. I should have opened this door so many times that my hands have already remembered the feeling."

Without the key, his blue-veined hand twisted the doorknob like this. The room in front of him seemed extremely important to Han Fei, and he never thought he would do such a thing.

"Is this really my home?"

Not long after, there were rapid footsteps in the house, and the owner of the house heard the sound and ran over.

The door inside was quickly opened, and an old man with white hair appeared at the door, with age spots on his face, wearing loose pajamas and nightgowns, and a half-smoking cigarette in his mouth.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is this your home?"

"Otherwise?" The old man looked Han Fei up and down through the security door outside: "Has something happened in the community again?"

"You've always lived here?"

"I don't live here, do you live here?" The old man had a bad temper. He breathed out a cigarette impatiently: "Why are you always looking at my house? Are you looking for someone?"

"Are you sure you've been living here? Since over twenty years ago?"

"I've lived here for almost forty years. I moved in when the community was just built. Is there any problem?" , There are a lot of wine bottles piled up in the house, it's time to smoke, drink and drink.

"If it's convenient, can I come into your house to take a look? There are always missing children nearby, and we're visiting and investigating." Han Fei's voice was gentle, giving people a sense of integrity.

"Enter my house?" The old man frowned, his eyes jumped over Han Fei and looked at Li Guoer and Xiao Jia.

Li Guoer wearing glasses is quiet and cute, looking weak and weak, Xie Ding Xiaojia is dumbfounded, feeling that he has no scheming at all.

"Okay." The old man opened the door and let the three enter the house.

"Thank you old man, what should I call you?"

"My surname is Fu. I used to work in an orphanage. The neighbors in the building called me Dean Fu." The old man flicked off the ash and kicked the wine bottle on the ground into a corner: "The house is a little messy, you can sit wherever you want."

"President Fu?" Han Feiguang couldn't tell whether he lied or not from the manner and content of his words.

This room obviously gave Han Fei a very familiar feeling, but Dean Fu said that this was his home.

"You can just look at it. I'm old, how can I have the strength to abduct and sell children? I suggest you go to Building 11 to see, maybe there will be unexpected gains." The old man sat at the window with a cigarette in his mouth, feeling Very vicissitudes, the eyes seem to hide a century of light and shadow changes.

"Building 11?" There is a special tacit understanding between Li Guoer and Han Fei. She doesn't know why Han Fei is obsessed with this room, but since Han Fei wants to investigate this place, she will cooperate.

Without any communication, Li Guoer sat opposite the old man, as if he was really here to investigate the missing child, and began to talk to the old man to buy time for Han Fei to check the room by himself.

The old man didn't seem to be ready to ask questions at all. He had lived a transparent life, and didn't care about fame, fortune and money, and let Han Fei wander around the house.

After checking the various rooms, Han Fei stopped in the innermost bedroom. There was nothing to see from the decorations. What caught Han Fei's attention was a photo frame.

After pulling open the wooden table drawer, an upside-down picture frame is placed with various spare keys at home.

"Who is this?"

Han Fei picked up the photo frame. In the photo was a little girl in red. She was holding a flower pot full of soil, as if waiting for the seeds to take root and sprout.

"That's my granddaughter." The old man in the living room shouted at Han Fei when he saw that Han Fei had been staring at the photo frame.

"What about your other relatives?"

"It's all gone, and the little granddaughter is lost. I only have a photo of her." Dean Fu smoked a cigarette silently, his eyes still vicissitudes.

"Granddaughter?" Han Fei's hand gently touched the girl in the photo. He had no memory of the girl at all, but he couldn't help the urge in his heart, as if he wanted to pull her out of the photo.

"Do you have any questions?" Dean Fu was a little tired, and he became more and more impatient.

"Let's leave now." Han Fei put the photo frame back where he was, and when he turned around, he caught a strange scene out of the corner of his eye.

The scene in the photo has changed. It's no longer the little girl staring at the flowerpot, but a girl sticking her head out of the stomach of a living person, and Han Fei with a grim face stretched out her hand, as if preparing to catch Han Fei.

I stared blankly at the photo, but everything seemed to be just an illusion.

"Did I read it wrong?"

Until he came out of the old man's house, Han Fei still couldn't forget that girl. She was young, covered in blood, and desperately wanted to tell herself something.

"Get up!" Li Guo'er patted Han Fei's shoulder: "The community is normal during the day, and it will overlap with ghosts at night. If you don't find what you want, you will be discouraged. After dark , we can accompany you again."

The three walked to the fifth floor, and the white wax did not continue to go up, but stopped at the door of a certain family.

"White wax, paper money, white wedding invitations and couplets, what exactly does this guy want to do?" Looking at the big white happy words on the door, Xiao Jia took a step back, but Li Guoer took the initiative to knock on the door.

It didn't take long for the door of the house on the fifth floor to open by itself, a strong aroma of meat wafted from the house, and the sound of cooking dishes came from the kitchen.

"Cooking at dawn? Is it still meat?" Li Guo'er looked into the house. The small room was completely set up as a wedding room, decorated with lanterns and colorful, and it was very lively, except that everything was white. and black.

"Is anyone there? We want to ask you something." Li Guoer quietly entered the house, and she saw the black and white invitations that were not sent out all over the floor, as well as the huge black and white wedding photos in the bedroom.

What's even more weird is that there seems to be a person lying on the double bed under the wedding photo.

Its whole body was covered with quilts, its head was not exposed, and it remained motionless for a long time, only a vaguely human figure could be seen.

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