My Healing Game

On the first night, I remembered the prices of all the items in the thrift store, remembered their placement, helped the bullied deliveryman, and accidentally killed a suspect.

The owner of the shrine recorded all of this in detail in his diary. He was already under extreme pressure, and after a missed murder, he almost collapsed.

His mother was lying in the hospital seriously ill and needed money urgently. He worked two jobs day and night, working hard, but fate made him a big joke.

"kill?"

Every word in the diary was filled with suffocating despair and anxiety. From the scribbled handwriting, it could be seen that the owner of the shrine was in a very bad state of mind.

Just looking at the words in the diary, Han Fei's mood value began to decline. It seems that those words were written by himself, which affects his mood at all times.

"If the owner of the shrine wants to save his mother, he must use all his time to raise money. If he is involved in a murder case, he might not even have the chance to see his mother for the last time."

Han Fei stared at the line of scribbled words in the diary. He reached out and tore off the page of the diary, took a pen, and smeared out all the words.

In order to prevent the traces of the text from being seen from the back of the paper, Han Fei smeared both the front and back, then tore the page into shreds and soaked it in the water.

After everything was soaked, he washed it into the sewer in batches.

"My mood is being affected by this diary, and my mood fluctuates with the words in the diary. I cannot change the key memory node of this memory world. I am still being assimilated by this memory world, and may slowly change. It has to be the same as the owner of the shrine."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Han Fei quickly hid the diary: "Come, here! Don't worry!"

Opening the door, Han Fei saw a fat woman standing at the door. She was wearing a red coat that didn't fit, and she smelled of cheap fragrance.

"I also think you are pitiful and asked you to pay the rent a month later, but your kid is not kind! I don't say, will you keep on sneaking like this?" The woman's voice was very thick, and it was a bit harsh: "I It’s not for charity either. You will immediately make up the rent owed for me, or just pack up and go!"

"I still owe a month's rent?"

"Pretending to be confused?" The woman's face became worse, and her fat hand slapped directly on the door panel: "You learned how to play rascals at a young age?"

"Sister, listen to me, I must make up the rent. But I hope you can give me a period of grace. I just got a job and I don't have any money in my hands." Han Fei mobilized people's emotions to the limit, at this time He was desperate, as if he was the only one left in the world.

To put it bluntly, Han Fei exhausted his tongue, using master-level acting skills and eloquence developed in the deep world, and finally bought himself a few more days.

After the landlady left, Han Fei's mood figure dropped by three points.

"In this memory world, people are not much easier to deal with than ghosts."

After closing the door, Han Fei looked at the little bit of rice left in the kitchen and sighed softly: "Are these things the owner of the shrine has experienced? But I can go to Wang Ping's house to eat."

Taking off the muddy coat and shoes, Han Fei began to look for clothes to wear. He turned through his pockets by the way to see if there was any change.

After searching for a long time, Han Fei gave up. The original owner of the house told Han Fei what it means to have a clean face.

"The owner of the house only has a bank card, and the key is that I don't know the password." Han Fei is now extremely short of money, and he doesn't even have the most basic living security: "It can't go on, I must at least ensure that I have enough food every day. Row."

Eating is not simply to fill the stomach. The process of eating is also a kind of enjoyment and satisfaction, which has a great influence on the mental state and mood.

After drinking a large glass of water, Han Fei lay on the bed. He took out his mobile phone and started looking for opportunities to work during the day. But before he lay down for a long time, the door was knocked again. Even bigger.

"Who is it again?"

Han Fei got up and opened the door. There was a man in a flowered shirt standing outside. He looked like he was in his early thirties, and he was dressed up.

"How was your job yesterday? Is the job I got you satisfied?" The man seemed to be familiar with the original owner of the house, and he entered the house directly and sat on Han Fei's bed: "It fully meets your requirements, only I work night shifts, and the salary is still high. I tell you that in order to find you this job, I had a lot of relationships to do it."

Han Fei had no impression of this man. He did not close the door, but stood by the door and looked at each other suspiciously.

"What do you always see me doing?" The man lit a cigarette: "I have found you the job. Should you give me the agency fee?"

In just a few words, Han Fei probably determined the identity of the other party. This was a black intermediary. The original owner of the shrine was ill and went to the doctor. As a result, with the help of this black intermediary, he became a night shift employee of a junk supermarket.

"How much is it?" Han Fei is a good citizen who abides by the law and rarely handles things with obscure means, unless the circumstances are special.

"Fifteen thousand and five! It was said at the beginning." The man in the flower shirt took out a signed contract from his pocket, and there was a red fingerprint on it: "Why? After starting work, I will be ready to pay?"

Slowly closing the door, Han Fei felt that he had encountered a special situation now.

He didn't know what the shrine owner's choice was, so he was going to solve it in his own way.

"Can you give me a few days of grace, I just went to work, how about giving it to you next month?"

"Brother knows that you are short of money now, but we can't break the contract. I'm just an errand." The man was smoking a cigarette, so he meditated: "Well, I'll take you to a place where you can solve your urgent needs."

The man didn't know if he felt the danger or if he had better luck, he got up and reopened the door: "Let's go, don't be stunned."

Han Fei desperately needs a rest now. Staying up for a long time is not good for his health. He checked the time and finally decided to leave with the man.

"Where are you going?"

"You'll know when you get there."

Flower shirts led Han Fei out of the community that was about to be demolished. They walked a long way in the dilapidated alley, circling east and west, and finally entered a chess and card room.

Thick smoke was floating in the air. The environment of this chess and card room was very poor, and there were not many people in it.

"Why did you bring me here? I never play cards." Han Fei behaved like a student who didn't know anything. He wanted to go back, but was caught by the flowered shirt.

"Don't hurry! It's already here."

He opened the innermost bamboo curtain of the chess and card room, which was a clean office.

The windows were tightly closed, the anti-theft net was installed outside, the remaining blood stains could be vaguely seen on the floor, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, a statue of Guan Gong was placed on the desk, and a dragon and tiger picture was hung on the wall next to it.

The leather shoes made a heavy noise when they stepped on the ground. Not long after Han Fei and Hua shirt came in, the bamboo curtain was opened again.

A tall man with a scar on his cheek entered the house. Without a word, he sat directly on the only sofa in the house.

Not long after the tall man came in, the door behind Han Fei was banged shut, and a fat man weighing more than two hundred jin stood by the door.

The fat man was full of flesh, exposed on his skin, tattooed with a ferocious tiger.

"Brother Li, he is the student who asked me to find a job before." Hua Shirt became unusually well-behaved in front of the Scared man, and he didn't dare to speak too loudly.

The man with a scar on his face still didn't speak, just stretched out his hand.

Hua shirt immediately understood the other party's meaning, and quickly handed the other party the piece of paper with Han Fei's fingerprint.

Scarface probably took a look, then took out 600 yuan from the drawer and threw it on the table.

"Brother Li, isn't this a bit too small? Last time it was half and half..."

"Less?" Scarface raised his head to look at Hua shirt, the man immediately acknowledged, picked up the money on the table and ran out.

He winced very much, and did not forget to close the door after he left.

"You call Han Fei, right?" Scarface put away the paper, then took out a new item and put it on the desk: "I will pay you back the money you owe him."

"Thank you." Han Fei's expression had changed. His eyes were full of anxiety, and he moved backwards, but he encountered the fat man with a full face.

"Don't be afraid, I just heard that your mother is sick and you need money urgently. I can lend you a part." Scarface tapped his finger on the desktop: "As long as you sign this contract, you can hold it now. Money is gone."

"It's that simple?" Han Fei walked to the table, and Scarface took out a very profitable IOU. He borrowed money here, and it might be doubled in less than a month.

"Has the original owner of the shrine ever been persecuted by them?" Han Fei put down the IOU, his expression gloomy.

"I have paid you back in advance. If you don't owe this new IOU, you can't go out today." Scarface lit a cigarette, and he didn't take Han Fei seriously: "Repay the debt. , It's just right, you don't understand such a simple truth, do you?"

The fat man with a face full of flesh also came over, standing behind Han Fei.

For a student who is new to society, the pressure brought by these two gangsters is still very great.

"I can sign, but can you lend me some more money?" Han Fei asked timidly towards Scarface.

"How much to borrow?" Scarface became interested. He was not afraid of Han Fei borrowing money, but he was afraid that Han Fei would resolutely not borrow money.

"Fifty thousand, I will pay you back in the middle of next month."

"Fifty thousand?" Scarface stared at Han Fei's face. After a long time of confirmation, a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, but for fifty thousand, it's not to sign this IOU."

He took out two more contracts from the drawer, one of which was an agreement to voluntarily give up his body.

Putting the contract on the table seems to be to convince Han Fei. Scarface took out 20,000 yuan from the locked drawer and put it on the table: "Sign it, you can go with the money now after signing. "

Picking up the contract, Han Fei shook his head after watching it repeatedly: "I can't sign this agreement to give up the body. In addition, the interest you want is too high. I can only accept an annual interest rate of 2% at most."

"Are you talking about terms with us?" The fat man with a full face smiled directly: "I have seen innocence, I have never seen such an innocence."

He moved his wrist, his finger bones creaked.

"If you don't accept it, then forget it." Han Fei directly tore off the agreement to give up the body. Regardless of whether the agreement is binding or not, he will not touch these things.

He didn't care if the original owner of the shrine signed him, anyway, he would not leave his name on the agreement.

"The one thousand five hundred yuan will be returned to you after I have paid the salary." Han Fei walked towards the door after he finished speaking, but he heard the whistling wind in his ear as soon as he turned around.

Han Fei drew sideways, the fat man smashed his fist and landed on the desk.

"Hidden pretty fast?" The fat man with a full face was a little surprised, he suddenly launched an attack, and ordinary people seldom can avoid it.

"This is your first move." Han Fei knew very well that the other party hadn't let go of his plan at all.

"Let's do it first, so what can you do? We are just telling you what the price of not paying back the money is!" The fat man picked up a solid wooden stick by the table and swiped it towards Han Fei.

Seeing the other party's full shot, Han Fei was not at all polite, his movements were much faster than the fat man.

After avoiding the fat man's first blow, Han Fei kicked the opponent's knee abruptly, grabbed his wrist, and walked around him.

When the fat man fell forward, Han Fei forcefully twisted the fat man's arm upwards. The man's entire arm was instantly dislocated, and the sound of bone dislocation sounded abnormally crippled.

A scream sounded in the room, and one of the fat man's arm was scrapped. Normally, it should be stopped at this time, but Han Fei didn't say a word, and grabbed the fat man's other arm and twisted it off.

His ears moved slightly, and Han Fei noticed the abnormal noise behind him. Without even looking, he grabbed the fat man's soft arms and blocked it behind.

The solid wooden stick hit the back of Fatty's hand, and he let out another heart-piercing cry, but no one cared how he felt.

Kicked over the desk, and when Scarface's movement was blocked, Han Fei grabbed the ashtray filled with cigarette butts and threw it towards Scarface.

Almost at the same time when the ashtray flew out, Han Fei rushed over.

Scarface was knocked down by Han Fei as soon as he escaped the ashtray. Before he could react, he was punched in the temple.

When the world was spinning, Scarface was trying to stand firm, he suddenly found that his wrist was caught by someone, and a very bad feeling emerged in his heart.

"what!"

The wrist was bent inward at an incredible angle, before the scar face felt the pain, his head was smashed against the desk.

I was dizzy, my ears roared, pain came from all over my body, and my mouth seemed to bleed.

It took 30 seconds for Scarface to regain consciousness. He found that his arms were unconscious and his head was pressed by one hand.

"I will pay your salary next month and then pay back your 1,500 yuan. Do you have any comments?" Han Fei did not repay the bill, because the owner of the shrine owed the 1,500 yuan.

"No comments, no comments!"

"Calm down, for the sake of Fifteenth Five-Year to not be like this, really not." Scarface panted: "You are still a student and have a great future, don't be impulsive."

"Future?" Han Fei looked at the 20,000 yuan on the table: "I borrowed the 20,000 yuan. According to the interest of the bank loan, I will return the principal and interest next year."

"Is this not so good?" Scars said with a trembling face: "We are also running errands below. If we don't receive interest, we need to use our own money to make up for it."

Han Fei didn't listen to the other party at all. Instead, he opened the drawer and found that there was not much money left in it.

"If you don't need various documents and mortgages to borrow money from the bank, do I need to find you? The same interest as the bank is already my limit." Han Fei can take the money directly, but he always feels that doing so will It caused bad things, so he decided to make the same choice as the owner of the shrine-borrow money.

The owner of the shrine was pitted by a black intermediary, and it should have been taken here. With the ability of the owner of the shrine at that time, there is a high probability that he will be forced to sign an IOU.

"That... OK." Scarface glanced at the fat man who was still screaming. It's not a question of disagreement at all, but if you don't agree, you may not be able to keep your arm: "Let's write an IOU, just Write according to the interest you said."

"I promised you verbally, don't worry, I will definitely pay it back within a year." Han Fei took away the 20,000 yuan: "I am different from you, I am a good person."

Han Fei released the hand holding the head of Scarface, and once again assured the two people in the house: "You know where I work and where I live. If you run away, the monk can't run to the temple. You can always supervise me. But remember. , If you dare to go to the hospital to move my sick mother..."

Grabbing the solid wooden stick on the ground, Han Fei aimed at the office desk next to Scarface.

Only a loud noise was heard, the solid wooden stick was smashed and the sawdust was flying.

"Understood! Understood!" Scarface reacted quickly, and he was really frightened by Han Fei.

"I will pay back the money, see you later."

After Han Fei walked away, Scarface breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are contemporary college students so fierce?"

After the matter was finished, Han Fei walked out of the cabin, and the man in the flowered shirt was long gone.

Han Fei didn't bother the other party either. He needed a rest now, because his mood value began to inexplicably decline again.

"Why do I feel depressed? I borrowed emergency money with a low interest rate. I should be happy. Is it because I violated certain principles?"

Leaving the chess and card room, Han Fei walked through the complicated alleys to go home.

People come and go on the road, it is very lively, but Han Fei feels that he is different from them, unable to integrate into this repetitive and monotonous world.

Speeding up, Han Fei walked across the stone bridge, and when he entered the second alley, he saw the tramp again.

The homeless man curled up in the corner had a blue nose and swollen face, as if he had just been beaten by someone. He clutched his torn jacket and hugged the lame dog, looking very pitiful.

"Will I still sympathize with others in such a world?"

Han Fei clutched the money in his pockets. He didn't enter the alley, and turned to the street outside to buy three-person meat buns and two more bottles of water.

Back in the alley again, he did not directly give the tramp money, but put the steaming meat buns and water in front of him.

"Eat while it's hot, I promised you last night that I will buy you food when I have money."

The tramp was surprised when he saw the bun, then folded his hands together, and kept saying thank you to Han, repeating a few words-thank you good people, good people live in peace, and good people have rewards.

Han Fei felt that the words of the tramp seemed to have something else, but no matter how he asked, the tramp would not answer, just repeating it constantly.

"Does good people really have rewards? The shrine owner's mother taught him the same way, and he also wrote this sentence in his diary."

Without disturbing the tramp, Han Fei walked towards the place he rented.

As soon as he reached the end of the alley, he saw a child carrying a blue schoolbag, alone in the corner, as if crying.

"It's time to go to school now, right?" Han Fei was not going to be nosy, but when he passed by the child, he saw a few toys in front of the child, the toys and the toys of the murdered boy in the second-hand supermarket. It's a series.

Stopping, Han Fei squatted in front of the child: "My kid, why don't you go to school?"

The boy raised his head with tears still remaining on his face: "Dad would not let me go to school or let me play with other children. He said that bad things would happen when I went to that school, and he said that my mother was sick. because I."

"It's the first time I heard that parents don't let their children go to school. Is your father a doctor?" Han Fei asked casually.

"I don't know." The boy shook his head: "My dad never tells me what he does. He always goes out after dawn and comes back before dark. He smells so special that he needs a lot of soap to wash it off. ."

"Especially smelly?" Han Fei hadn't reacted yet, the child suddenly put away the toys on the floor and looked at Han Fei very nervously.

"Someone is here?" Han Fei turned his head to look, and a man in a suit and leather shoes stood silently a few meters away behind him.

"January, did I tell you not to talk to strangers casually?" The man completely ignored Han Fei, his voice can no longer be described as harsh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It feels as if he is threatening the child .

Walking quickly, the man in the suit pulled the boy up: "Follow me home! If you run outside, your mother's illness will become more serious!"

"Toy, Dad, the toy is still on the ground..."

The man didn't listen to the child at all, so he picked him up and walked towards the residential building where Han Fei was renting.

"What a weird man, the temperament that he reveals is completely different from the residents I saw before..." Han Fei stared at the man's back, his eyes suddenly widened!

When the man in the suit was walking around, Han Fei saw a face tattoo on his neck!

"Ten fingers?"

The ten fingers in the deep world, every time they kill a person, they will engrave a human head on their body to imprison the soul of the dead in vain.

"It shouldn't be a coincidence, I didn't expect them to be so close to me!"