My Healing Game

In the trial of life and death, Han Fei's acting skills have reached a special state.

He put on the uniform of the deliveryman, and there was no extra performance, but he looked just like a deliveryman who had been in the business for many years, no matter his behavior, his eyes and temperament, he was impeccable.

When passing the security booth, the security guard on duty not only did not stop him, but even gave Han Fei a bottle of water.

Entering the Shaheyuan residential area, this is the place with the best environment in Shahe, and the community is like a park.

"The boss lives in area 1, and the family who ordered the white rice lives in area 9."

The entire Shaheyuan is divided into nine areas, with numbers 1 to 4 on the right, numbers 5 to 9 on the left, and the right is obviously more lively than the left.

According to the ordering address, Han Fei came to a residential building in the deepest part of the community. There were hardly any people around.

Carrying the takeaway box, Han Fei walked up the steps and pressed the electronic doorbell at the entrance of the corridor.

The voices of Ding Dong and Ding Dong kept ringing, but no one came out in the building.

"The appearance of the whole building looks no different from other buildings in the community. The grass and gardens nearby are also taken care of every day, but it seems that not many people live in the building."

Taking out his cell phone, Han Fei dialed the phone number left by the orderer. There was always a busy tone on the cell phone and no one answered.

"This corridor door is locked. How did Wang Ping'an get in last night? Who opened the door for him?"

When Han Fei was worrying outside, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor. He looked up a little surprised. An old man in his sixties was slowly coming downstairs with his mobile phone.

"He is the one who ordered the food? The one who ordered the food is still alive?"

It's noon, but it's dark in the corridor a bit abnormal.

The old man walked to the first floor, put the phone in his ear, and said to the phone: "If you are too busy, don't come back this year during the holidays. I can live alone and feel comfortable."

After speaking, the old man hung up the phone. He walked to the entrance of the corridor and glanced outside: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm delivering food." Han Fei still didn't dial, but the old man had already finished the call. It shouldn't be him who ordered the meal. It may have been just a small misunderstanding.

"Takeaway?" The old man stared at Han Fei for a long time before opening the corridor door: "Come in."

"Thank you, old man." Han Fei was about to enter the corridor with the takeaway box, when a cold wind blew on his face, he shivered.

"Young man, almost all the residents in the building have moved away, who ordered the takeaway?"

"The address says Shaheyuan No. 9 District, the fourth floor, the house number is 19." Han Fei took out his mobile phone and glanced at it pretentiously.

"Fourth floor?" The old man was about to go out, but after hearing Han Fei's words, he stopped: "Did you send it wrong? No one lives on the fourth floor."

"But this address is what people fill in."

The old man did not speak any more, just nodded and continued to walk downstairs.

"Boom!"

When Han Fei walked to the third floor, there was the sound of the door closing on the first floor. Someone seemed to have locked the corridor door.

"It's daytime, so there shouldn't be any problems." The landlord's ring did not respond, and his mood was normal. Han Fei readjusted his condition and went straight to the fourth floor.

The high-end residential areas in Shaheyuan are generally not very tall, and there are only five floors of this kind of small buildings.

"Is anyone home?"

Standing at the door of Room 401, Han Fei's own echo was echoed throughout the corridor.

"Your takeaway is here." Han Fei looked around. The corridor was much darker than before. The sun was shining outside the building, but the inside was cold and damp.

"Excuse me, is anyone here..." Han Fei didn't finish speaking, and the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, which shocked him.

"Wang Ping An? Why is this kid calling me now?"

Han Fei thought something had happened to Wang Ping'an when he got on the phone, but Wang Ping'an didn't say a whole word on the other side of the phone. He just kept smirking, which made Han Fei laugh a little.

"Peace, are you okay? Hello? Hello!"

The phone signal suddenly deteriorated, and after a rustle of electric current passed, the phone was hung up.

Holding the cell phone, Han Fei was still thinking about why Wang Ping An called him, his cell phone vibrated again.

Looking at the phone number displayed on the screen, Han Fei held his breath, this time the person who ordered the meal called him.

Pressing the answer button, Han Fei didn't make any sound, and focused on catching all the subtle sounds from the microphone.

The sound of rice washing, the sound of slicing vegetables, the sound of deep-frying, and the sound of tableware colliding...

The orderer on the mobile phone seems to be in the kitchen busy with various meals.

"its not right."

Various sounds came from the phone, but Han Fei lay on the door but did not hear any sound coming from the room. It felt as if the phone and the room were two different worlds.

"Am I looking for the wrong place?"

The orderer called Han Fei, but he didn't say a word, and Han Fei didn't dare to hang up.

This lasted for more than ten seconds, and Han Fei heard a man's voice on his phone: "The food is almost ready, let's get ready to start."

"Second brother, our dad hasn't come back yet. He seemed to be out shopping just now."

"There is no shortage of everything at home, what is he going to buy?"

"It should be to buy meat."

"There is enough meat. Let's finish the frozen meat in the refrigerator first. Buying so much is a waste!"

"What Dad wants to eat is fresh meat dumplings."

"What kind of meat is not fresh, you go serve food, I'll call my dad back."

The sound of footsteps came from the phone, and the sound was getting closer and closer to Han Fei, and soon reached the door of the room, followed by the sound of the door opening from the phone.

When the door lock twisted, the anti-theft door in front of Han Fei opened at the same time.

Listening to the noise from the phone and looking at the slowly opening door in front of him, Han Fei subconsciously squeezed the **** the takeaway box.

The moment the door opened, all the voices on the phone disappeared. Han Fei stood at the door of the room with his mobile phone, wondering if he should enter the house now.

"I also specially selected noon, the time with the most yang energy."

Shaheyuan No. 9 is a high-end residence. The rooms are very large and the interior decoration is also very luxurious, but the house is covered with dust. It is obvious that no one has lived in it for a long time.

"The takeaway you ordered is here." Han Fei stepped into the house. He found dried fruit on the coffee table in the living room, and then turned to look at the dining table. There were all kinds of rotten and smelly meals on it.

"Cooking so many dishes? It feels a bit like a family reunion during the New Year."

With the takeaway box in his hand, Han Fei walked to the dining table. He was about to check some of the food on the table, when he suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.

Turning to look at the next bedroom, Han Fei's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and there were a row of black and white photos on the wooden table in that bedroom!

There are all men, women and children in the photo, and they are all staring at Han Fei in the living room at this time.

Taking a breath, Han Fei touched the landlord's ring, his apple trembling slightly.

He held back his fear and pushed the bedroom door completely open.

The curtains in this room were closed tightly and it was exceptionally dim.

Stopping at the table, Han Fei opened the takeaway box, moved the old lady's package aside, and put the box of rice in front of the photo.

"I don't intend to offend. I just want to deliver the white rice. You like to eat the rice from this restaurant. I can deliver it specifically for you in the future, and you can tie the cook to you."

It seems that because of being too scared and nervous, Han Fei "accidentally" opened the old lady's package when he was taking rice, and the love letter, the rice dumpling leaf, and the letter with a gift to an old friend all fell out.

"Sorry, I am a little nervous when I go to work on the first day."

Han Fei seemed to be talking to himself, he began to tidy up in a panic, but when he was about to pick up the letter for an old friend, a pale hand picked up the envelope in advance.

Looking up along that hand, there were expressionless and bloodless people standing at the door of the bedroom. They stared directly at Han Fei.

"Boom..."

The anti-theft door in the living room slowly closed, and the pale faces approached Han Fei.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Han Fei unlocked the zipper on the deliveryman's uniform, then opened his coat, revealing the innermost thrift store clerk uniform.

"You may not believe it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I'm here to help you get revenge."

It was okay for Han Fei not to show the thrift store uniform. When he saw that dress, the temperature in the room was almost freezing, and the chill from the landlord's ring was like a blade scratching Han Fei's fingers.

"I brought out the zongye and the letters. The next thing the owner of the mall will kill is me! Now I have nowhere to go. I am dead. It is better to let me die by myself." See Nineteen Han Fei already knew what to do next with the response of these figures in room number.

He had brewed his feelings and was about to start talking, but an unexpected accident appeared.

Han Fei's phone vibrated suddenly, he looked down, and called a number.

Han Fei once saw the phone number. When he borrowed the oriole cell phone to call Wang Ping's father two days ago, he secretly checked the oriole's address book. This number also appeared in the oriole's address book, and the oriole gave it to the other party. The note is-boss.

"The owner of the mall called here at this time? Has he already noticed something wrong with the shrine?"

Looking at the answer button on the phone screen, Han Fei hesitated. Answering the phone in front of the victims would surely cause serious consequences.