My Iyashikei Game

"Only the toy that said Mom was destroyed?"

Han Fei held the puppet in his hand, he twisted the puppet's body slightly, and found a little blood stains left on the puppet's neck.

"The child's toy is stained with blood, something is wrong." Han Fei tried to grab the puppet's body with his hands. The place where his fingers were held was clean, and the blood stains happened to be on the edges of his fingers.

"Could it be that the child just witnessed the scene of his father's murder?" A scene appeared in Han Fei's mind.

The child who didn't understand anything heard his parents arguing fiercely. He timidly walked out of his room with a toy, only to see the moment when his mother's head fell.

A splatter of blood fell in front of him, and a small part of it splattered on the toy.

This can also explain why only the toy with the mother's name was taken apart.

"The head can't be put together..."

"Hey!"

The woman's voice suddenly sounded above Han Fei's head, scaring his pupils to vibrate.

"What are you doing?" Oriole stood beside the counter with the washed cloth bag and sweater, and looked at Han Fei who was hiding under the counter in confusion.

"It's okay, a child came over just now and begged me to keep his toys." Han Fei's face quickly returned to normal.

"The kid is here again? Or in the second half of the night?" Oriole shook his head: "The kid probably sneaked out with his family behind his back. If his father knew about it, he would definitely beat him up."

"Have you met his father?"

"These toys were sent by his father. The man is very tall and strong. His arms are thicker than my thighs."

"I heard that he also sent a lot of old furniture. Is he going to move?" Han Fei put the puppets in other places alone.

"I don't know." Oriole looked around: "Where's the child? Where did you go?"

"I was still in the store just now, maybe I sneaked away." Han Fei walked out from behind the counter: "Can I see the second-hand furniture he sells here?"

"Most of the things he sent were new, and I put them at the front of the furniture section."

Han Fei entered the furniture area, searched one by one, and finally focused on the largest single sofa.

"If you hollow out the sofa, you can hide a body covered in tape and preservatives."

Approaching slowly, Han Fei lifted the sofa cushion and fumbled with his fingers.

He didn't find the body on the sofa, but only found a thin notebook in the gap of the sofa cushion.

This should be the boy's workbook. The language teacher asked him to write a weekly diary every week. For a month in a row, the boy wrote that his father took him to the park to play.

"Looking at the description, it should be the abandoned small park. Could it be that the body was buried in the park by a man?"

The children's journals always mentioned the small pond downstream of the stone bridge. Han Fei suspected that after the man killed his wife, he hid the body in the silt of the pond.

"The boy's body was bubbling white and his pupils were swollen like a goldfish. He might have been thrown into that river too."

After flipping through the homework, Han Fei saw the boy's last weekly diary, which said how much his father loved him and bought him a lot of toys.

Then there was a place that caught Han Fei's attention. The boy's favorite toys mentioned in the weekly diary did not appear in the cardboard box.

At first glance, this is normal. The father loves his child very much. He doesn't take the child's favorite toy to the second-hand store for consignment.

But the premise of all this is that the child is still alive.

If the boy is already dead, then the toys that the father deliberately left behind are worth thinking about. Did he bury those toys next to the boy's body out of apology? Or is it that those toys are stained with a lot of blood and cannot be sold at all? Or is he just a simple pervert, wanting to feel the temperature of his child before his death through those toys?

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

There was another voice at the door of the store. Han Fei didn't expect so many people to come to the store in the middle of the night.

He quietly stuffed the boy's weekly notebook into his clothes, quickly restored the sofa, and walked to the door of the store with a perfect professional smile.

In front of the second-hand supermarket, stood a deliveryman, holding the sign in his hand and stammering something.

Because he happened to be standing at the door of the store, neither coming in nor going out, the sound of ding dong ding dong kept ringing.

"Sister Li, have you ordered takeout?"

"I didn't! It must have been sent by mistake." Oriole motioned for the deliveryman to come in first, but he waved his hands and opened and closed his mouth, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Don't worry." Han Fei glanced and found that the back of the deliveryman's butt was stained with a lot of rice soup and oil, and a small piece of skin on his arm was scalded: "What happened on the road? The soup and rice you delivered was beaten. flipped?"

Hearing Han Fei's voice, the deliveryman nodded his head very hard. His mouth was wide open and he dragged a long voice: "Yes, yes... I'm sorry."

When the deliveryman was talking, the skin on his face would twitch unconsciously, and he couldn't control his expression.

"We didn't order the takeaway, are you sure it's not wrong?"

"Address 100, department store... this." The deliveryman took out his mobile phone and kept pointing to Han Fei: "No one answers calls and calls."

"Wait a minute! This seems to be a phone call from a security guard." Oriole took out her mobile phone and called, and the other party on her call was connected directly: "Did you order takeout? They have already delivered the things.

here, where are you? "

After a while, the elevator in the mall lit up, and two night-shift security guards came over. When they saw the very embarrassed deliveryman, there was no surprise in their eyes, as if they knew that the other party would overturn the soup and rice.

"Can you two stop the ink?"

"This kid has been overtime for five minutes, and the ink is also his ink." The security guard who was just reprimanded by Zhu Wei now raised his head and stretched his hand in front of the deliveryman: "It's okay to be late, what about the delivery?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." The deliveryman rubbed his hands together, as if he was scared. His face flushed with anxiety, but he couldn't say anything.

"I asked you about takeout!" The security guard's voice became louder, and he seemed to want to vent all the anger he had just suffered.

The security was pressing step by step and the voice was getting louder and louder. The delivery man seemed to be frightened. He turned around and ran to the C port, pushed his electric car to the door, and rushed to hold the takeaway box that was still dripping soup. Hastily ran in.

"Stand there and don't move! You've soiled the ground!"

The deliveryman's fingers were scalded red, and his arms were shaking, but he stopped and did not dare to put the takeaway box on the ground.

"Give it to me." Han Fei said softly, reaching for the takeaway box.

The hot soup splashed on the palms, sticky and hot.

Open the box, and all the four parts of sheep soup inside are spilled.

"What about this?! Don't say that we bully the disabled! It's not easy for everyone, this is our brothers' first meal today, what do you say now!" Next to him, the deliveryman with obvious intellectual disability held up the hand that was still sliding down the mutton soup, gasping for breath, unable to utter a word.

"If you spill it yourself, you will pay." The security guard took out his mobile phone: "If you don't lose money, don't want to leave today."

The deliveryman couldn't say a complete sentence, but kept making strange screams. He seemed to want to step back, but was grabbed by the neck of another security guard.

He seemed to have observed the deliveryman for a long time, reaching into the deliveryman's collar and breaking the knot hanging on the deliveryman's neck.

There is a work card hanging on the rope, like a primary school student practicing calligraphy, written stroke by stroke - Hello, I am Wang Ping'an's father, he has been autistic since he was a child, if he does something wrong, I hope you can Contact me, I will be there as soon as possible, my address is No. 15, Shahe Street, my phone number is...

"Stop talking to him, just call his dad." The security guard read the phone number on the sign, and another security guard started to call.

"You two are the security guards on the night shift. You two want to drink four servings of soup? Are you adding so much meat? Aren't you afraid of making trouble?" Han Fei took out the lunch box containing the lamb soup from the takeaway box: "The lamb soup was originally It’s not easy to deliver, and there are still problems with the packaging of the business, so you can only bully this deliveryman with a lack of intelligence.”

"Is there any problem with the packaging of the merchant, you have the final say?"

"I have really come into contact with the industry of takeaways, and I am very good at packing food." Han Fei used takeaways' lunch boxes to pack a lot of corpses in the dead building: "You have spilled the sheep soup, it's okay to vent, but Find the right person to vent. This kind of inferior lunch box and packaging method feels like the merchant is deliberately cheating."

"I remember!" Oriole next to him suddenly said, pointing to one of the security guards and saying, "Xiao Li's wife came to the city two months ago and opened a goat shop next to No. 3 Middle School."

Han Fei picked up the deliveryman's mobile phone and glanced at it. The place where he picked up the meal was indeed near No. 3 Middle School.

"What do I say? Business is not good, so I want to get rid of all these mutton that are going bad? Look at the map, Shahe Street where the deliveryman's father lives is relatively close to No. 3 Middle School, is this deliveryman often in your wife's shop? Pick up a meal?" Han Fei's reaction speed was too fast, and he instantly saw through the security guard's careful thoughts.

"Are all of you disabled people who are still delivering meals in the middle of the night? Are you two still human?" Oriole was also a little angry: "It's a shame that I thought you were good before, and I worked night shifts with you."

It has been exposed, and the two security guards stopped pretending. They stood together and looked at Oriole: "Don't say how good you are? If you are so good, why don't you tell this newcomer what happened in your store? matter?"

The security guard called Xiao Li snorted coldly, then looked at Han Fei: "Silly boy, do you know why a second-hand supermarket is open in the middle of the night? Do you know why they have to be there for 20 hours? Don't get caught. This vixen who is full of lies has deceived, your shop has died before! Whoever works the night shift will die!"