My Iyashikei Game

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

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

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

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

"Is this well the one 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 paper.

"The fewer people who know about such dangerous things, the better. Save some desperate guys, run over and try."

There was no record of the woman in Room 13 on the waste paper, but the pattern on the waste paper was indeed made by her, and all the lines were stained with black and smelly blood.

"The woman knows the secret of the well? She has seen the well?" Han Fei is now very curious about why the owner 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 on it again: "The truth is a monster with a long mouth. It was locked in the house by a philanthropist? The philanthropist recognized by everyone in everyone's impression is the owner of the mall. , Does this sentence mean that the truth is in the store owner's house?"

A few days ago, Han Fei asked the oriole something in a chat. He knew that the owner of the mall had many houses, but his favorite place to live was Shaheyuan in Baicheng District.

"The haunted house where white rice is ordered every night is also in Shaheyuan, so I happened to drop by to see it today."

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

"The six fingers are dead, and the other fingers are likely to come over. Otherwise, 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 a lighter, but the landlord and his wife came back at this time.

"Are you addicted to staying in a haunted house?" The landlord's eldest sister is also well-informed, but she has never seen someone like Han Fei: "Aren't you afraid?"

"I have to put together these waste papers today and give justice to the deceased."

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

"It won't be haunted if it burns? We can't escape the problem." Han Fei pestered the landlord's eldest sister: "Why did the resident of Room 13 commit suicide?"

"do not know."

"If you told me, I would sell blood and make up the rent you owe." Han Fei rolled up his sleeves and looked serious.

"As for this? This person is not related to you, so why do you make trouble for yourself?" The landlady's eldest sister was also violent. Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, the landlady's husband ran over.

"All calm down." The uncle closed the door backhandedly: "Don't be so loud, lest the tenants know."

Standing between Han Fei and his wife, he said slowly, "I can tell you everything you want to know, and the rent is not in a hurry. It's important that you treat your mother first."

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

"This is a long story. The resident 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. , locked the child in the rental house. There was nothing to do at home. When the child was bored, he liked to use a waste paper origami plane to throw it at the rubbish heap downstairs. Other tenants in the building hated the child, and then the woman started Take the child to work." The uncle of the landlord sighed.

"Actually, that woman is a good person, but how do you say it? When you don't affect others, everyone is in harmony, but if your existence brings inconvenience to everyone, no one will give you a good look. The uncle of the landlord stood in Room 13, feeling that the temperature was constantly dropping. He took out a cigarette to warm his body, but after glancing at the landlady, he consciously put down the cigarette.

"Neighbors thought she was bullying, and colleagues thought she was too busy, and it went like this for a few weeks. One night, the woman suddenly ran back to the apartment building and hurriedly found our husband and wife, saying that her child was missing and asking us Have you seen her child?"

"Although we didn't know her well, we kindly helped to find her, but we found her in the middle of the night, and we ran all over the block without seeing her child."

"From that day on, the tenant became abnormal. She went to work during the day and went out to look for her children at night. Slowly, she went crazy." The uncle of the landlord put the cigarette back in his pocket, but he still didn't take a puff.

"crazy?"

"Yeah, 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 in the direction." The uncle of the landlord was full of regret: "I also persuaded her and contacted her. I hope she can go back to her hometown, but she just doesn't listen and her illness is getting worse."

"and after?"

"The woman was completely crazy. She burned her hands and said that she would use her hands to replace the child's place." The uncle of the landlord didn't think there was any problem when he said this, but Han Fei felt horrified when he heard it.

"Did she mention a well to you?"

"How did you know?" The uncle of the landlord was stunned.

After a while, he continued: "She had severe burns on her hands. On the way to the hospital, she lost consciousness and kept saying some words that were incomprehensible to ordinary people. Fire, she is willing to exchange her hands for the position of the child. She also said that she put her hands into the well, her arms were scorched by the water, and the most terrifying thing was in the back, she said that her wish really came true, and the god told it The location of her child, she found out that her child was in the well."

"The good old people are so crazy, and in the end, the child is not found." The landlord's eldest sister also said, she is a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted, and now she feels sorry for that woman.

"The woman came back here after she was discharged from the hospital, and she hanged herself that night." The landlord and his wife did not blame the woman for dying in the rental house, and they deliberately kept the room as it was. They both thought there was something wrong with it.

"Has Tenant Thirteen told you about the child's father? Did she fall in love again when she was working in the mall?"

"We've never heard anything about her husband. She came from the countryside. Maybe her husband works in another city." The uncle of the landlord began to urge Han Fei to leave: "Let's go, don't stay in this house forever. "

"Wait a minute." Han Fei opened the moldy closet in the bedroom. There were many old clothes in it, including some children's clothes with the logo of a charity organization printed on them.

The sign Han Fei looked familiar, and he had seen similar patterns on the donation boxes at the back of the mall.

Continuing to search, a hand-knitted red sweater caught Han Fei's eyes. He picked up the sweater and said, "It's a bit like the red sweater knitted by the old lady herself."

Tenant No. 13 and her child have received donations from charitable organizations, but the problem is that the charitable organization was established by the owner of the mall. The man surnamed Gu has no charity at all, only business. All his gifts have secretly marked prices.

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

There were a lot of guesses in his mind, instead of staying in room thirteen, he hurried back to his home.

"Physical fitness and mood values ​​have dropped too much. I have to seize the time to rest and go to Shaheyuan at noon."

After disposing of some of the waste paper in the old lady's package, Han Fei fell asleep while lying on the bed.

At noon, Han Fei was woken up in his head, his physical energy had not fully recovered, and his mood value had only recovered to forty-nine.

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

Carrying the package, Han Fei walked out of the room. He called Wang Ping'an when he went downstairs.

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

He smiled stupidly. Few people would play with him since he was a child. Han Fei was his only friend.

"Your bright yellow coat is too conspicuous, isn't it?" Han Fei looked at Wang Ping'an, he was about to become an enemy of the whole world, but his teammate was a big boy with mental retardation: "That mall owner is ruthless and shrewd. If you are seen by him, it may implicate you, or you can lend me your clothes and equipment and go back by yourself."

Wang Ping'an couldn't understand if it was too complicated. He patted the back seat of the electric car and smiled happily: "I, my dad said, you helped me, let me help you too."

"Then let's fight quickly."

"Brother, brother, I still have your favorite rice here." Wang Ping'an said as if showing off, "I received several more orders last night."

With an ominous premonition in his heart, Han Fei opened the takeaway box, and half a box of rice boxes were stacked inside.

"They ordered food, but they didn't pick it up. Do they want to give me rice? Are they good-hearted people?" Wang Ping'an was just like going out with friends. He was not nervous, and the speed was very slow. Not as fast as Han Fei when he was chased by ghosts.

"The premise of a good-hearted person is to have a heart." Han Fei motioned Wang Ping'an to stop: "You go and sit in the back, and I'll ride."

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

Speeding all the way, Han Fei finally arrived at the high-end residential area of ​​Shaheyuan before one o'clock.

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 deserted.

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

"I walked in." Wang Ping'an pointed to the takeaway box: "Send takeaway."

"Fake takeaway? It's a good idea." Han Fei nodded: "Change your shirt with me. You'll just wait here later, don't run around."