My Healing Game

Han Fei, who had come out of the illusion, was obviously different from before.

Han Fei did what the owner of the shrine did not do. All the changes he brought after entering the world of memory have moved the gears of fate at this moment.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong..."

The door of the second-hand goods store was pushed open, and the prompt for the guests to enter sounded. Han Fei turned his head and looked at the door of the store.

A delivery worker carrying a delivery box stood stupidly at the door, his expression on his face was a bit sluggish, and his mouth slightly slanted.

"Peace?" Han Fei didn't expect that the delivery staff he had helped before would come over at this time: "Why don't you go home yet? What time is this?"

Wang Pingan lifted the take-out box in his hand and shouted loudly: "Bring fried chicken."

"The meal you brought me?" Han Fei felt warm and let Wang Ping'an enter the store.

After opening the take-out box, he saw the damaged fried chicken box and a very obvious shoe print on the top of the take-out box.

"Someone kicked your takeaway box?" Han Fei circled Wang Ping'an, muddy water and sauce on his clothes.

"Fried chicken." Wang Ping'an didn't care about his soiled clothes. As if he was protecting a baby, he put the hot fried chicken on the counter: "I can't finish it. I will give you a little bit. Give dad a little."

Looking at the two large boxes of fried chicken that were badly damaged, Han Fei shook his head. It is unlikely that Wang Ping'an would buy so many fried chickens to eat. Maybe something happened on the way to the delivery.

"Can you borrow me to use your cell phone?"

Han Fei took Wang Ping’an’s mobile phone and clicked on the delivery staff’s program backstage. He not only added two negative reviews, but also compensated the guests for a meal at the original price.

"You have lost money, are you so happy?" Han Fei gave it a go, and Wang Ping'an had done nothing today.

"Fried chicken... it's delicious." With a silly smile, Wang Ping'an opened a box of fried chicken, and then handed Han Fei a bottle of coke that was dying.

Then he ate it happily, thinking about nothing, not having to be afraid and worried, eating fried chicken with a big mouthful of oil, and his lips were soaked with oil.

Looking at Wang Ping An, Han Fei felt unreal. He didn't expect that there would be such "normal" people in such an abnormal world.

"Fortunately, I have recovered my sanity. Otherwise, if you come over tonight, you may even be killed by my own hands." Fate has changed, and Han Fei also picked up fried chicken and ate it. This short ten minutes came to him. Said to be the most relaxing time of the day.

After eating the first box, Wang Ping'an took out the second box of fried chicken from the takeaway box. He wanted another flavor often, but he felt that the box should be left to his father.

"Don't eat first, you'd better go home early and share it with your dad." Han Fei grabbed the second box of fried chicken and prepared to put it in the takeaway box, when his hands reached into the takeaway box. Suddenly, he found that the bottom of Wang Pingan's take-out box was full of boxes of white rice.

"So much rice? Is it cooked?" Han Fei was a little confused: "Ping'an, did you buy these rice yourself?"

"Takeaways are all takeaways." Wang Pingan pointed to his mobile phone: "I can't find the address. The house and the house are full of dead people."

Han Fei suspected that there was a problem with his ears. The last second he felt that staying with Wang Ping'an was very healing, and the next second Wang Ping'an was astonishing.

"Dead? Is it a takeaway from the dead?"

"It's a dead person." Wang Pingan was still smiling silly.

The fried chicken in his hand was not fragrant for an instant. Han Fei took a napkin and wiped Wang Ping'an his hands, and asked him to sit in front of him: "Where are you going to send these rice?"

"Upstream, Shaheyuan, Baicheng District." Wang Ping'an answered with difficulty. Han Fei simply took his cell phone to check, and soon he made a terrifying discovery.

Every night there is someone in the Shaheyuan area of ​​Baicheng District who orders white rice. The address they fill in is the same, and every time they order white rice from the same restaurant.

Regardless of thinking about other things, Han Fei took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone reserved in the hotel. It rang for a long time without anyone answering it.

He tried to call with Wang Ping'an's cell phone again, and the phone rang only twice before being connected.

"Is there something? Did you encounter something?" A man's voice came from the phone, and he was very nervous.

Han Fei turned his eyes and walked to the depths of the shop with his mobile phone: "The address you gave is wrong, why are all dead people in the house?"

"Boom!"

There was a noise from the mobile phone, and then the phone was hung up.

After waiting for a long time, Wang Ping'an was called with that number just now.

As soon as Han Fei got on the phone, he heard the boss's gasp, trying his best to suppress: "Brother, I definitely didn't mean to cheat you, but you are the only one who takes the order every time."

"So... why are there dead people in that room?"

"I really don't know! Shaheyuan is a rich area. There used to be a family who loved to eat our restaurant's food, but they stopped ordering food from a certain day. Just order rice, I was curious in my heart, so I asked someone to ask. After a while, I learned that the family was kidnapped and killed by the kidnappers a few days ago! The point is that when the delivery staff delivered them, they were all at home!"

"People are dead, and will you order rice every day?"

"I don't know! They still order rice at night anyway, and the number of customers ordering rice at night has increased in recent months! There are places where they live, and many takeaways are afraid to take such orders. , Only you don’t seem to be afraid of this. Wait a minute, your voice seems to be different from before?"

"Then guess who I am?" Before Han Fei finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone for the second time.

"The owner of this restaurant shouldn't lie." Han Fei returned to Wang Ping'an and looked at the white rice that covered the bottom of the takeaway box. "The owner said that the number of customers ordering rice in the evening has increased in recent months. All those customers are dead? "

Looking at the introduction of the restaurant, Han Fei was surprised to find that the store was also opened by the owner of the department store. The man named Gu had built many buildings near Shahe and had many industries. It's just that in the past year or two, he has started to lose his luck. Many properties have gone bad. Only department stores, Wugu Restaurant and Shahe Private Hospital have not completely closed down yet.

"Ping'an, how many similar orders have you received? Just order a lot of white rice and strange dishes at night?"

Hearing Han Fei’s question, Wang Ping’an flipped his cell phone, and he was very proud to show Han Fei the delivery record he had delivered.

It doesn't matter at first sight, Han Fei's face is blue. No wonder Wang Pingan, a silly boy, always runs out at night to deliver food. Most of his orders are for white rice.

"It's the ghost that feeds this guy..." Looking at the earlier takeaway records, Wang Ping'an even took the order to Han Fei's community, and the order address was the room where the hanging woman was on the third floor.

"Is there any problem with these white rice?" Han Fei took out a box and opened it. Han Fei turned the rice with his chopsticks. The steamed rice was half-baked. The rice seemed to be mixed with fragrant ashes and embers of paper money, so he looked at the dust.

"Peace, don't take orders from Shaheyuan in the future. If you can escape once, it doesn't mean that you can always be fine. If you walk too much at night, you may run into ghosts..."

Wang Ping An, who has always followed Han Feiyan, did not immediately agree to Han Fei this time. He asked a very special question: "Are the dead a ghost? Why should I be afraid of the dead? Those who bully me are all living people."

"Living people bullying you may be for your money, if the dead don't have good intentions, they may be for your life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this point, Han Fei suddenly thought of something, whether it's delivering food at night. Wang Ping'an, the old lady who often enters the shop at night, doesn't seem to be afraid of ghosts, and the scariest ghost in the memory world didn't hurt them casually.

"The idea that the owner of the shrine has been instilled since childhood is that good people are rewarded, but when he is a good man himself, he encounters all the misfortunes. He twists into the most evil monster and becomes completely unrecognizable. But in his memory world, He still subconsciously protects those good people. He still believes that good people are rewarded, at least in his world."

Han Fei glanced at the title of good person in his attribute column, and then looked at Wang Ping An: "Ping An, if you insist on sending it, you can, but you will take me to the place where those people live after dawn."

"Which ones?" Wang Pingan didn't understand Han Fei's words very well, his eyes were still looking at another box of fried chicken in the takeaway box.

"All those who have ordered this kind of rice in the middle of the night, you take me to their home for a round, if there is no danger, you can continue to take these orders." Han Fei has his own plan, he is already in the hallucinations of the owner of the shrine I have seen those who died because of the shrine, and now he wants to meet them in the memory world.