My Iyashikei Game

Tick, tick...

All the clocks on the wall were moving, and the hour hand pointed to the same time. Han Fei stood silently in front of the clock wall, standing against the shrine with the nailed door.

"Don't be curious, there are many things here that others put on our consignment, if you break it, you will have to compensate." Oriole took out a pair of gloves and an apron from under the counter: "We only need twenty-four Open hours, another important reason is that some customers will come to consign items, or redeem the items they have put in our store before. A man once took all his son's toys and wanted to sell them That night, his son sneaked over, begging with snot and tears that we must keep the toys for him, and he would definitely come back to redeem those toys.”

"Did the child finally redeem the toy?" Han Fei kept staring at the shrine and asked casually.

Oriole pointed to the clutter area: "His toys are still piled up in the cardboard boxes, and the child hasn't appeared for almost a week."

"Then should we keep it for him?"

"Keep it. Those toys are not worth much to us, but to the child they represent childhood and companionship, and have a special meaning." Oriole untied the hairband on his head and tidied his hair. : "The value of second-hand items is actually difficult to measure. More often than not, we do not sell something, but help them keep these things temporarily."

Oriole took Han Fei to the front of the computer. She reconciled the account to Han Fei and asked Han Fei a lot of things to pay attention to in his work. As a result, Han Fei answered fluently without any mistakes.

"It seems that you are more powerful than I thought, and you are a very reliable colleague." Normally, it takes at least three days to start the work alone. Han Fei only took an hour to master it all. Know the prices and locations of all items, and remember all the rules in the store.

"I don't have much to teach you anymore. I feel like I can actually leave work early." Oriole yawned. She praised Han Fei, but she was a little worried. The night shift here doesn't seem to be that easy. There are also some rules that cannot be said.

"You master it very quickly. You will come to the store later, and I will assist you." Oriole poured two glasses of water on the table. She led Han Fei to the second floor of the store and the small warehouse on the ground floor. .

Although this second-hand supermarket is in the shopping mall, it has an independent sales window and an exclusive channel that leads directly to the underground warehouse.

"Usually, we rarely come to the underground warehouse. The things in it are basically completely abandoned by the owner. We did not throw them away because of a responsible attitude..." Oriole was explaining, when suddenly came the door of the store overhead. The sound of ding dong ding dong sounded, as if a guest had arrived.

"Here comes, you go to receive, I will be watching you, don't be nervous, show your best side to customers!"

Oriole and Han Fei walked out of the underground warehouse. They saw a seriously hunched old lady standing at the door of the store. This old lady seemed to be a regular customer in the store. what.

"Grandma, what do you need to buy?" Han Fei approached politely, but the old man lowered his head and didn't answer a word.

From the door of the store, she walked all the way to the deepest part of the store, then looked at the wall covered with clocks and raised her finger.

"Is there a clock that can run backwards?"

"Walking backwards? Although these clocks are old, they are all normal..."

"Is it normal?" The old man raised his head and glanced at Han Fei, her eyes were deep in wrinkles, and her face was full of traces left by the years.

The silver-white hair fell in front of her eyes. The old man did not continue to choose products. She walked to the door of the store tremblingly, put a large cloth bag on the door, and left.

"Grandma, your stuff!" Han Fei was about to go over, but was stopped by Oriole.

"That cloth bag should be full of clothes made for children. These things are meant to be donated by the old lady." Oriole seems to be very familiar with the old lady: "The old man's surname is Liu, he is a nearby resident and lives alone. She often brings Let us help you put some things in the donation box. She has been doing good deeds for several years, but as she gets older, her brain has become a little less clear, and she often admits the wrong person and talks nonsense. language."

"My surname is Liu, I'm a nearby resident..."

"The old lady is a good person. Next time she comes over, you can help her if you can." Oriole asked Han Fei to carry the package and went to the donation box at the back of the mall together, but Han Fei stopped as soon as he picked up the package.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a stench in this package, are you sure it's the old man's clothes?" The moment Han Fei picked up the package, he felt wrong.

"Sure! The old lady has given it away for several years."

"No." Before Oriole could dissuade him, Han Fei had already opened the sealed bag.

At the top of the bag was a sweater for children, hand-knitted, very cute, but under the sweater it was stuffed with feathers covered in chicken shit and some mouse skins.

The incision was crooked, the peeling technique was unprofessional, and the blood soaked into the surface of the fur.

These bloody and smelly things startled the Oriole. She covered her mouth and nose, looking surprised and scared: "How could it be? The old lady gave old clothes for several years. This is the first time..."

"Could it be that someone manipulated the old man's package?" Han Fei didn't know much about the old lady, and he didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

"I don't know." Oriole is a girl after all, so she doesn't dare to get close to the blood

Drizzle Fur: "We throw things into the trash can, take the cloth bag back, and ask her when the old man comes to pick up the bag tomorrow."

"we can only do this."

The donation and trash bins are at the back of the mall building, with the litter box in a more remote location.

Carrying a lot of stinky things, the two walked into the shadow behind the mall. The street lights outside flickered on and off, and the alleys and streets in the distance looked very terrifying.

"Is the dumpster so far away?"

"Of course, it can't affect the environment outside the mall."

Lifting the lid of the trash can, Han Fei began to dump the dirty things. Feathers and mouse skins stained with chicken poop fell on the mutilated plastic mannequin, as if the plastic mannequin was covered with skin.

"Leave the red sweater knitted by the old lady, and return it to her tomorrow." Oriole was about to close the lid of the trash can. When the lid was closed, Han Fei seemed to see the broken mannequin's head turning slightly. .

Carrying the bag with only one red sweater left, the two returned to the mall.

Han Fei stayed alone to watch the store, while Oriole went to the bathroom on the second floor to wash the cloth bags and sweaters.

"It seems that from a certain moment, everything gradually became abnormal."

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

There was another voice at the door of the store, and Han Fei hurried over, but there was no one there.

"Who came in?"

Han Fei immediately went to check the surveillance and found that a six- or seven-year-old child had just run into the store.

"It's the early morning, how could this child appear at this time?"

Han Fei left the counter and came to the grocery area, where a drenched child was squatting in front of a cardboard box full of toys.

He stared at the contents of the cardboard box, as if he really wanted to take it back.

"Do you want to buy these toys?" Han Fei asked softly.

The boy turned his head and glanced at Han Fei, his pupils were swollen from the blisters: "They were originally mine, uncle, I will redeem them, can you please not sell them."

Before Han Fei agreed, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have triggered the shrine random task - toys."

"Toys: There are many kinds of toys, and when you control the fate of toys, fate also treats us as its toys."

"Mission request: Help the boy keep the toy until he redeems it."

The shrine mission was triggered, and Han Fei had to agree: "These toys are very old, and no one should buy them. I will hide them in the warehouse later, or I will buy them myself."

Han Fei was still planning how to hide the toys when the sound of ding dong and ding dong sounded at the door of the store. He got up and walked over, and a burly man entered the store.

The man was wearing dark clothes, a mask and a peaked cap.

"Excuse me, what do you need?"

"I moved last month and brought some old things from the house for sale. Do I want to see those things sold?" The man's voice could tell he was a little nervous.

"what."

"Some old furniture and a big box of toys." The man said and walked into the store, straight to the grocery area.

"You can't rush in!" Han Fei moved faster, and he stopped the other party directly.

Seeing Han Fei standing in front of him, the man's hand in his pocket moved slightly, as if he was holding something.

"I'm looking for my own consignment, why are you stopping me?"

"The things you mentioned have been sold, not long ago." Han Fei's body blocked the man's vision, preventing him from seeing the grocery area.

"Who bought it?"

"It's a child, his skin is very white, as if he had been soaked in blisters..." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, he heard the man's breathing more and more violently: "Sir, are you alright?"

"Where did the child go?"

"That's the direction you came from, didn't you see him?" Han Fei wanted to say something, but the man had already turned and left and hurried out.

Seeing the man walking away, Han Fei immediately turned around and entered the grocery area. At this time, the child squatting in front of the toy box had disappeared.

Han Fei hid the toy box behind the counter and looked through the toys carefully. He found that many of the toys had the word "Dad" engraved on them. Only one puppet whose head had been removed and could not be reassembled was written with two words "Mum". Character.