My Healing Games

Chapter 210 Things That Cannot Be Discussed After Dark (Third Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Old man, did you lock this door?"

Han Fei looked at the old man on the stairs, his face showing the purest and kindest expression, but his hand reached into his pocket and grabbed the stun gun.

The old man seemed not to have heard what Han Fei said. He was very old, with age spots all over his face. One hand was behind his back, and the other hand was carrying a birdcage that was not filled with birds.

"Grandpa? Can you hear me?" Han Fei was about to approach the old man when the old man turned around and slowly started walking upstairs.

As the old man moved upwards, Han Fei noticed two very fine feathers remaining in the old man's free hand, suggesting that he had just strangled the bird in the cage with that hand.

"What a strange man."

Upon seeing such a strange old man, most people's first reaction would be to stay away, but Han Fei, after noticing something amiss, immediately ran upstairs.

"Grandpa, shall I help you home?"

Han Fei walked over to the old man with great enthusiasm, and when he took the old man's arm, the old man's body stiffened slightly.

"I'm here to film a movie. If this has caused you any trouble, I apologize."

Han Fei was very polite in every word he spoke. Although the old man felt uncomfortable, he did not send Han Fei away.

They escorted him all the way to the fifth floor. The old man stopped at his own door, not daring to go in. He turned his head and glanced at Han Fei, only to find that Han Fei showed no intention of leaving.

"Sir, do you remember the writer who lives on the fourth floor?"

Han Fei looked like he wouldn't leave until the old man spoke. The old man stood at the door for a long time before finally saying, "He's dead. He died more than ten years ago."

The old man's voice was very low, and it sounded like fingernails scratching frosted glass, which was very uncomfortable.

"I know he's dead. Did he do anything unusual before he died? You're all neighbors, you should know each other well, right?"

"It happened more than ten years ago, I don't remember clearly." The old man lowered his head slightly, his eyes darting around.

"Really?" Han Fei was a master of acting; he had a keen eye for people. This old man must know something. "Has anyone come here before to ask about anything related to spiders?"

"Yes." The old man's voice was weak, almost inaudible unless you listened carefully.

"What did that person ask?"

"Can not remember."

"Do you have his contact information?"

"He is already dead."

The air froze instantly. The old man raised his head and pointed to the roof: "He jumped from here. He was fearless like you back then, but it seems he was possessed by something."

The old man's voice gradually lowered, and a trace of fear appeared in his cloudy eyes: "Those things really exist. Whether you believe it or not, never go to the fourth floor after dark, or you might be the next person to jump off."

"Grandpa...did you see something?" Han Fei not only had superb acting skills, but he had also studied psychology and had rich "clinical" experience. He could deduce a lot of things just from the changes in the old man's facial expressions.

The old man, who had been avoiding eye contact, slowly raised his head after hearing Han Fei's words.

He stared at Han Fei's face, his chapped lips slowly parting to reveal yellowish-brown teeth. Just as he was about to say something, the sound of a bell ringing suddenly came from a room on the fourth floor.

Almost the instant the sound rang out, the old man disregarded everything else, opened the door and rushed inside, as if something terrible would happen if he was too slow.

Han Fei did not stop the old man. After seeing the old man open the door and enter the house, he naturally followed him in and even closed the door for the old man.

"Uncle, what was that sound just now?" None of the rooms on the fourth floor were occupied, and all the doors were locked. Under these circumstances, what could be making that bell sound?

"The wind chimes rang. Before that writer got into trouble, the wind chimes in his house would often ring as it got dark."

The old man stood at the living room door with a birdcage in his hand. He never expected Han Fei to follow him in. He now suspected that someone of unknown identity had infiltrated the film crew, because the young man in front of him, in terms of his clothes and demeanor, did not seem like an actor.

"Really?" Han Fei remembered the information about the wind chimes. His gaze slowly moved past the old man and looked into the room.

The small room contained many shrines, all of varying heights and sizes, most of which were covered with black cloth, and it was unknown what gods lived inside.

"Uncle, why do you have so many gods in your house? You can't just invite gods randomly." Han Fei had seen many things in the deeper world and knew a little about these things.

“I didn’t intend to invite any spirits, but shrines keep appearing in the building. I don’t know who put them there. I saw them and didn’t dare leave them in the hallway, so I brought them all home.” Seeing that Han Fei showed no sign of leaving, the old man sighed softly. “I really didn’t mean to harm you. I was watching you in the hallway just now to warn you not to get involved with that writer. Everyone who gets involved with him dies mysteriously. Many of the strange things in this building are related to him.”

After entering his own home, the old man became noticeably bolder and dared to speak loudly.

"Died under mysterious circumstances?" Han Fei thought of Butterfly's usual modus operandi, and he now suspected that Butterfly had secretly killed the person who wanted to investigate Spider.

If that's the case, it means the butterfly is afraid, and the spider might actually know the butterfly's weakness!
“It seems you really don’t know anything.” The old man shook his head: “More than ten years ago, many strange things happened near the meat processing plant in the northern suburbs. At first, the pork from their plant smelled incredibly delicious, and everyone loved to buy it. Later, for some reason, there were rumors that someone had died in the equipment used to process pork at the meat processing plant, which is why their meat tasted so special.”

"Is this a rumor?"

“Of course, but many people still feel uncomfortable, so they gradually stopped buying meat from their factory.” The old man glanced out the window, where he could still see the abandoned factory buildings below: “After sales declined, the quality of meat from the North Suburb Meat Processing Plant began to deteriorate, and a fishy smell gradually appeared in their meat.”

"No one knows why the fishy smell appeared. Anyway, their business was getting worse and worse until it was shut down. Some time ago, their boss's partner suddenly disappeared."

"The police couldn't find him anywhere. Finally, when they checked the meat processing plant's warehouse inventory, they found that the number of processed pigs didn't match up; it seemed like there was one extra."

"It may just be a coincidence, but it was spread by someone with ulterior motives, which made everyone think that there was something wrong with the meat processing plant."

The old man sighed softly: "In the end, the meat processing plant went bankrupt, and the boss became the first person in the meat processing plant's residential compound to commit suicide. He jumped from the building and landed on his secondhand car, which he had driven for several years."

"If someone is unwilling to even replace their car, they might be innocent."

“Actually, everyone around him knew he was innocent. Everyone thought he was a very good person. But who knew he would end up like this?” After the old man finished speaking, his voice slowly changed, as if he couldn’t say too loudly what he was about to say: “The meat processing plant owner was just the beginning. Ever since he passed away, something has gone wrong in this meat processing plant’s residential compound.”

"What's wrong?"

“At night, people can always hear people walking in the hallway, and occasionally they can smell a meaty smell wafting into the room through the crack in the door. Many people think that the dead boss has returned.”

The old man didn't give Han Fei a chance to interrupt, and continued in one breath: "Everyone was very scared. At this time, some brave young people didn't believe in ghosts, so they squatted in the corridor at night to check."

"They kept watch for several nights, but they didn't find the boss's ghost. However, they followed the stench to the writer's room on the fourth floor. It seemed that all the stench was coming from his house."

"The writer himself is a very reclusive person. He rarely goes out. When he does meet outsiders, he behaves very strangely. Sometimes he is enthusiastic, sometimes he is indifferent, sometimes he is fierce, and sometimes he is as gentle as a woman."

“Everyone has always regarded the writer as an outlier in this building, and we rarely interact with him. We used to keep to ourselves, but now that something has happened in the building, everyone has started to suspect this strange person.”

"Suspicion is one thing, but no one has any evidence, so the matter eventually reached a stalemate."

"But just three days later, a man who had been lurking in the stairwell to watch for the stench committed suicide inside the building, in the exact same way as the meatpacking plant owner."

"That person was young, unmarried, and had no mental problems. He just suddenly passed away."

"Although the police in the northern suburbs of Xinhu ruled his death as a suicide, everyone felt that it was the ghost of the meat processing plant owner at work."

“Those who are able to move out are preparing to move out, while those who are not are starting to think of all sorts of unorthodox methods.” The old man glanced at the surrounding shrines: “Back then, many residents invited experts to come and take a look. After hearing the neighbors embellish the story about the writer, the experts felt that there was a ghost in the writer’s house and wanted to go in to exorcise the evil spirits.”

"The writer disagreed, but the man forced his way in. That afternoon, the knowledgeable man finished his ritual and said he had resolved the ghost of the meatpacking plant owner. At the enthusiastic invitation of the neighbors, the man decided to stay overnight."

“They drank a lot of alcohol, and in the middle of the night, the person who knew about it suddenly disappeared. They searched until dawn and found him on the power lines outside the second floor of the building. He seemed to be drunk and had fallen from the second-floor balcony. His neck was wrapped in the power lines, and he was hanged.”

The old man glanced at the slowly setting sun. No matter how much Han Fei urged him, he dared not say anything more, as if discussing these things after dark might attract something from inside the building.

Seeing that the old man remained silent, Han Fei did not dare to press him further. He only thought that Director Zhang seemed to be planning to have everyone gather together to discuss the script tonight, and the content of the script was entirely adapted from Spider's personal experience.

"If we discuss the script in this building, will it cause any trouble?" Gripping the script tightly, Han Fei felt the pressure, but a hint of anticipation also appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)