My Iyashikei Game

Han Fei spent most of the night in hallucinations, and it would be too late to hit the wall now.

In order not to be discovered by the boss, Han Fei restored the shelf after remembering the location of the well.

He was walking in the underground warehouse with a shovel and pickaxe on his back, carefully feeling the coolness from the landlord's ring. There were far more unclean things in the underground warehouse than on the ground.

"what is this?"

There is a carved wooden box on the shelf very close to the shrine, which is a bit like an antique. As long as you get close, you will feel a gust of wind.

Wearing gloves, Han Fei opened the wooden box, and there were several blackened zongzi leaves. The surface of the leaves was stained with moldy white rice and worm-infested candied dates, but the strange thing was that the zongzi leaves themselves were intact.

"This zongzi looks very strange. The veins of the leaves are like dense blood vessels. Shouldn't this be a meat zongzi?"

When I opened the zongzi leaves, there was a letter at the bottom of the wooden box. On the envelope, I could barely see three words—gift to an old friend.

Enduring the intense discomfort, Han Fei found a plastic bag and took out the letter, wiped off the blood scab on the envelope, and Han Fei saw an address.

"No. 19 in Shaheyuan, Baicheng District? I remember that the family who ordered white rice every night also lived in Shaheyuan."

Baicheng District is the richest district, and Shaheyuan is the place where the rich live.

"It has to be a matter of iron, so meat dumplings like this will be given during the festival?"

Han Fei put a piece of zongzi leaf and letter paper into a plastic bag, and he was going to take this thing to Shaheyuan after dawn.

In addition to rice dumplings, Han Fei also found a lot of yin-emitting goods in the warehouse, including precious silk and satin, meat grinders full of rust marks, and old-fashioned square box TVs that have been out of date for many years.

"There was at least one 'dirty thing' on every shelf, and they all faced the shrine, and it felt like they were offerings to the shrine."

Han Fei glanced at the shelves, he was going to take out these "dirty things" sealed in the warehouse, so that they could see the sun again.

"In the hallucination of the owner of the shrine, all the ghosts are controlled by the shrine, and the people around are all accomplices, but is this really the case?"

"He was in an extremely desperate situation at the time, completely dominated by negative thoughts, coupled with the temptation of the shrine, that's why he saw such a hopeless world."

"Maybe such a world is exactly what the store owner wants him to see. In reality, all the good things that are close to the shrine owner will be torn apart and rubbed into even uglier despair. He just wants to turn the shrine owner into a monster step by step. , become a servant kneeling under the shrine."

"After so many things, I can be said to be the person who understands him the most in this memory world, but understanding does not mean that I will take the same path as him."

In the hallucination, Han Fei was driven to a dead end by all the ghosts. Now Han Fei not only doesn't hate those ghosts, but also wants to take them out of the warehouse.

"They are persecuted and bullied by the shrine, and they can't even get peace after death. If there are people in this world who can help me, they will definitely be among them."

He couldn't move it all at once, so Han Fei could only pick out a few small items that were easy to carry and not easy to find, and stuffed them into the old lady's package.

By the time he left the basement warehouse, there was already a paper airplane folded from a love letter, a wig full of cobwebs, a flesh-and-blood zongzi and the letter in his bag.

Han Fei used the method of cleaning the murder scene to restore everything in the store, and then he took the old lady's package out of the thrift store and came to the donation box behind the mall building.

Oriole brought her here once. The donation box built by the mall owner is not far from the place where the garbage is disposed of in the building. Maybe the mall owner subconsciously thinks that charity is just finding a better place for garbage.

He took out the key, opened the donation box, and Han Fei put the old lady's package away.

It may be because he has participated in solving too many murders. Han Fei is very good at dealing with things like the scene. Fortunately, he is not a bad person. If one day he really goes astray, then Xinhu may have another superhero. criminal.

Back in the store, Han Fei lay on the counter to catch up as if nothing had happened.

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

When it was about to dawn, the store door was pushed open, and a man in a black coat entered the store.

He was all black from hat to shoes, as if he had just attended a funeral.

The man didn't talk to Han Fei, walked around the store alone, and finally stopped in front of the shrine covered with black cloth.

"Do you need anything?" Han Fei asked with a bit of sleepiness, standing at the counter.

"I wanted to buy this shrine last time, but the waiter said he couldn't make up his mind and needed to ask the boss for instructions." The man turned around slowly: "It's been so many days, what are your thoughts?"

It was cold outside, but the man was only wearing a thin coat, and there was a very complicated black tattoo on his neck, as if a giant python was devouring several heads.

"Can you tell me which clerk received you? I can get in touch with you." Han Fei patted his face lightly, as if forcing himself to stay awake.

"Thank you for your kindness, but he should be here soon." The man glanced at Han Fei, and soon lost interest.

He seems to care more about the used goods in the store than the living people in this world.

Ten minutes later, the door of the thrift store was pushed open again, and Pei Yang with bloodshot eyes appeared at the door of the store. His clothes were disheveled and his hair was messy.

"Why are you here?" Han Fei was a little surprised

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Pei Yang waved his hand and went straight to the man in black. The two talked in a low voice for a long time. During this period, Pei Yang looked at Han Fei from time to time, as if he was afraid that Han Fei would notice something.

About ten minutes later, Pei Yang walked to Han Fei's side: "Brother, I think your leg is injured. You should leave work early today. Go back and have a good rest, and come to take over early in the evening."

"Can you hold it up? You didn't leave until after eleven o'clock last night, and now you're back before dawn..."

"Don't worry about me, go back to sleep quickly." Pei Yang kept urging Han Fei to leave.

"That person doesn't look like a good person, you pay attention, don't be fooled." Han Fei reminded kindly.

"Okay, okay, got it."

Han Fei was also very happy to get off work early. He checked the accounts with Pei Yang, and then walked out of the thrift store rubbing his sleepy eyes.

As soon as he walked out of the store, Han Fei's eyes had killing intent. He could see clearly that the head tattoo on the man's neck was the same as that on Qizhi.

"Why did Pei Yang get involved with Shizhi?"

The voice between Pei Yang and the man in black just now was very low, but Han Fei had the broken right ear of the owner of the shrine, and he heard everything the two said.

Pei Yang had already discovered some of the store owner's secrets. He felt that he would be the next one to die, so he took the initiative to ask the man in black for help.

The man in black works as a private detective and has been investigating things related to shopping malls. He and Pei Yang can be said to hit it off.

"Seven-finger and Eight-finger were killed, and the remaining fingers will start to act. Pei Yang is very smart, but he found the wrong partner to cooperate with, and joining forces with Ten-finger can only be said to be a sheep into the tiger's mouth."

Just now, Han Fei took the risk of being discovered and reminded Pei Yang, but Pei Yang has panicked and can't listen to others.

"Hopefully he can make it to the end."

When disaster strikes, everyone tries their best to save themselves, but some people choose the wrong method. It is more suicide than self-help.

It was already bright outside the mall. After Han Fei was sure that there was no one around, he turned to the donation box and took the old lady's package away.

"get off work."

Walking across the stone bridge, Han Fei glanced down at the sand river flowing quietly. His reflection in the river was a little blurry, not too similar to himself, as if another person was standing in the river watching him.

"Go back to sleep for a while, and go to Shaheyuan with Wang Ping'an at noon."

Han Fei rubbed his hands, the weather was getting colder and colder, he should buy some thick clothes for himself.

Bypassing the park and entering the alley, Han Fei stopped before going too far.

There were two alleys between the department store and the place he rented. The homeless man usually huddled in the alley near the community, but today he appeared in the alley near the department store.

Seeing Han Fei coming, the homeless man climbed up from the wooden box and stretched out his hands in front of Han Fei, as if asking Han Fei for food.

I haven't seen each other for a day and a night. The tramp's leg seems to be lame. Now he is the same as the dog in the wooden box.

Unwashed and ragged, his hands were still full of mud.

In the past, a homeless man would never take the initiative to stop and beg for food, but today he seems a little abnormal.

"It's not quite light yet, and the breakfast stall didn't open yesterday. I can't buy you food now." Han Fei continued to walk forward, and the homeless man suddenly grabbed Han Fei's clothes. He was dirty. Hands left smudges on Han Fei's clerk's uniform.

Squinting his eyes slowly, Han Fei didn't say anything excessive to the homeless man, and didn't use brute force to break free.

He grabbed the man's wrist lightly: "It seems that you are starving, then I will go to the mall to have a look. I remember there is a convenience store that is open 24 hours a day."

There was nothing unusual in his expression, and Han Fei smiled very warmly.

Seeing that he was about to go back the same way, the tramp let go of his hand.

Two minutes later, Han Fei could no longer be seen on the street. The homeless man was about to go back to the wooden box and stay near the wooden box when the door of a house next to him was suddenly opened.

A man in the uniform of a hospital nurse stepped out, holding a sharp knife in his hand.

"You save him?" The man grabbed the homeless man's neck and slammed him against the wall: "You like to do good things so much, then you should die for him!"

When the blade was about to pierce the homeless belly, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the alley.

Han Fei didn't go far at all, he kept hiding in the corner.

Without considering the consequences, Han Fei directly threw the man to the ground.

"You really have a problem! I just said why I have never seen you!" The man was excited when he saw Han Fei turning back: "There is a stranger in this unchanging world. Whose memory are you?"

The man felt no pain, and his strength was much stronger than ordinary people. He easily locked one of Han Fei's arms.

"It doesn't matter what you don't want to say, I'll make you into a can and imprison you in my bedroom."

The man grabbed Han Fei's neck with his other hand, and when he tried hard to throw Han Fei to the ground, Han Fei's fisted right hand slammed into the man's heart.

"Can't you fight? Smile, can you still penetrate my chest with your fist?"

The sinister smile at the corner of his mouth slowly solidified, and the man felt a hint of coolness in his chest: "The body where the memory is condensed...how can it feel cold?"

Looking down, the light of Chu Yang reflected in Han Fei's hands, and a dazzling knife appeared in the man's eyes.

Hold the knife in the backhand and slash upwards!

The nurse's head was slashed diagonally by the blade.

The body melted in the sun, and the nurse stared at Han Fei incredulously. He was beheaded by Han Fei before he could even touch the tattoo on his neck.

"I-I remember your face..."

"It's so long-winded." Moving his wrist, Han Fei got up from the ground: "He has six heads tattooed around his neck, like a scarf. Is he six fingers?"

Putting away the death knife, Han Fei looked back at the corner of the wall. The homeless man hugged his dog in horror, for fear that Han Fei would be silenced.