My Healing Games

Chapter 435 Night Road
"Am I not allowed to leave the mall at night?" Han Fei had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Wang Ping'an didn't think much of it. After putting on his helmet and checking all his items one by one, he got on the electric bike. His serious expression made him look like a primary school student riding a bike for the first time.

"Ping An, drive a little faster!" Han Fei was a little anxious. He took Wang Ping An away from the mall, but Huang Li did not react at all, and the lights in the second-hand supermarket seemed to have dimmed a lot.

"Okay, okay." Wang Ping'an drove Han Fei on the dark road, the night so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Most of the streetlights on both sides of the road are faulty; the light they emit seems to have been distorted by something.

In the darkness of night, light cannot bring people a sense of security.

After crossing the main road, Wang Ping'an rode his electric bike to an intersection, where the light was red.

Even when there wasn't a single car on the street, Wang Ping'an patiently waited for the light to turn green. He quietly tapped the door handle with his fingers, muttering something no one could understand.

Although Han Fei was anxious, he did not let Wang Ping'an run a red light. He knew that Wang Ping'an's father must have put a lot of effort into teaching Wang Ping'an to obey traffic rules.

It's hard to learn to be a good person, but it's very easy to ruin one.

Han Fei cautiously surveyed his surroundings, his gaze lingering on the various street corners, his unease growing stronger.

“Someone is watching me; I can feel their gaze.”

Han Fei's heart began to race. Under intense tension, his mood score started to drop, now down from fifty to forty-eight.

"calm!"

A cool night breeze slipped into his sleeves. Han Fei glanced up at the traffic lights; the green light was just a few seconds away.

"Ping An, don't linger here. Leave immediately after the green light!" Han Fei's tone was serious. He was feeling terrible. Leaving the store at night seemed to be against the rules, and his mood was dropping faster and faster.

"Three, two, one!"

Han Fei stared intently at the red light. He had planned to have Wang Ping'an set off immediately after the green light, but in the last second before the red light disappeared, Han Fei noticed that the red traffic light had turned into a huge eyeball filled with bloodshot veins!

The electric car drove forward, the traffic light had turned green, and those bloodshot eyes seemed to have never appeared.

Is it watching me?

Han Fei opened his attribute panel, and his mood value had now become forty-five, after only passing one intersection.

Urged on by Han Fei, Wang Ping'an began to accelerate, and they drove off the main road and turned into a pedestrian street next to it.

The streets are lined with all sorts of shops, with colorful signs hanging above their doors, and you can vaguely see the goods inside through the shop windows.

"Shop window..."

Han Fei looked at the shop window, and the figure in the glass was also looking at him. However, even after they drove past the shop window, the figure in the glass was still looking at him.

The street wasn't very wide, and the ground was littered with trash from the daytime. Among the trash were some rather unusual things, such as a Coke bottle that smelled of blood, a fingernail pierced by a barbecue skewer, and a black shadow hanging next to the counter that looked like a pitiful stray cat, yet it kept making the sounds of a baby crying.

"It's really lively." Han Fei's mood score had dropped to forty-two, and he didn't know if he could hold on any longer.

Compared to Han Fei, Wang Ping'an seemed to sense nothing unusual, and he drove forward as usual.

At the end of the pedestrian street is a desolate alley, with houses waiting to be demolished on both sides, and the Shahe River in the distance.

"Almost there... almost home." Wang Ping'an's voice held a hint of joy, but Han Fei felt increasingly uneasy upon hearing it.

He had already called Wang Ping'an's father in advance, but so much time had passed and he still hadn't seen Wang Ping'an's father on the road.

"Ping An, do you usually take this route home?"

Wang Ping'an didn't reply, focusing solely on riding his bike, while making strange noises.

"Brother, I'm trying to help you, so you need to act normal." The veins on the back of Han Fei's hand, which was gripping the takeout box, were bulging. He felt the speed of the vehicle begin to slow down, as if the wheels of the electric scooter were stuck to the darkness.

In the distance, he could hear the sound of flowing water. Han Fei stared at his attribute panel. After his mood value dropped below forty, his unease was amplified again. The world in his eyes became clearer, and he could see many things hidden in the corners and shadows.

The alley was in terrible condition and had no lights. Han Fei clung tightly to Wang Ping'an, feeling a premonition that if he fell off the electric bike, he might be dragged deep into the alley and never be able to get out again.

With a heavy heart, Han Fei finally left the alley when his mood score dropped to thirty-six.

The rushing water echoed in their ears, and their view opened up; beside Han Fei and his companions lay the shallows of the Shahe River. A little further on, they could see an abandoned pond, filled with foul-smelling silt.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei was about to look away when he suddenly noticed something moving at the edge of the shallows.

It looks like a person is climbing, and there seems to be a wheelchair that has tipped over next to him.

"Go there or not?"

Han Fei didn't have much time to think. Wang Ping'an was in a hurry to get home and didn't notice anything unusual by the river. He was speeding up his car.

"parking!"

Han Fei patted Wang Ping'an on the shoulder and decisively said, "Stop!"

In the instant the car headlights swept past, Han Fei was certain that the person who had fallen into the shallows was a person, or at least had a human form.

With his mood score still dropping rapidly, Han Fei immediately led Wang Ping'an closer to the shallows after the electric car came to a stop.

Upon hearing footsteps, the figure struggling in the shallows hurriedly waved and weakly cried for help.

As soon as the figure spoke, Wang Ping'an, who had been in a daze, suddenly began to speed up, rapidly uttering words that no one could understand, with an anxious expression.

"Slow down! Danger!"

Han Fei didn't bother calculating his mood anymore. He followed closely behind Wang Ping'an, climbed over the damaged fence, jumped off the concrete road, and stepped on the weeds and mud.

The closer Han Fei got to the Shahe River, the stronger his fear became. In the memories of the shrine's owner, that river seemed to symbolize death and misfortune.

The figure who had fallen in the shallows called out Ping An's name loudly upon seeing him, his voice filled with surprise and heartache.

Do they know each other?

Han Fei overcame his fear and quickly walked to the figure.

The man who fell on the shallow sandy riverbank was probably around sixty years old. His leg muscles were atrophied and he was in very poor health.

"Are you Wang Ping'an's father?" Han Fei and Wang Ping'an carried the old man onto the cement road.

The old man held Wang Ping'an and Han Fei's hands tightly, his face full of gratitude.

"Uncle, you have trouble walking, you should have told me sooner!" Han Fei felt a wave of fear. He had seen countless terrifying things on the way, and if he hadn't insisted on rescuing the old man, he probably would have just passed by him.

"I've walked this road for decades without ever having an accident. It was just too dark, and I didn't see that the fence had been damaged, so I accidentally fell down." The old man thanked Han Fei, who then looked at the fence next to him.

At the gap in the fence, there was a small piece of clothing left, which looked like it was from a child's outfit.

"Am I missing something?" Han Fei's mind raced: "The description of the 'Going Home' mission is hinting that if I don't send Wang Ping'an back soon, he may never see his father again. In other words, his father may have been killed on the way here."

“The old man fell into the shallow sandy river. Although the place is remote and desolate, the river did not drown him. Even if we don’t rescue him, he should be able to hold on for a while.”

Looking at the fragment of children's clothing in his hand, Han Fei's pupils slowly shrank. With his amazing memory and insight, he discovered that the fragment of clothing was the same color as the clothes worn by the child who ran to the second-hand supermarket!
"Beside the Shahe River, the abandoned pond, the silt..." Han Fei touched the gap in the fence, which seemed to have been deliberately damaged: "Could this be where the boy's father buried the body? He was in the store before! I told him that the boy bought those toys. Is it possible that he went back to the abandoned pond to check the body for that reason?"

Han Fei gasped. If that were true, then the boy's father should be nearby right now!

"I understand. The real danger the old man faces tonight isn't the river, but the boy's father! Because of what I said, the murderer is very likely to return to the burial site. If he finds the old man lying near the burial site, he'll probably kill him." Han Fei felt a chill running through his veins. It was the phone call he made to the deliveryman father, and it was also the call he sent the boy's father away.

His actions were well-intentioned, but they almost killed someone.

"Is this one of the regrets of the shrine's owner?"

Han Fei asked Wang Ping'an to help the old man up, and then he jumped into the shallows again. As he helped the old man lift his wheelchair up, he quietly looked toward the abandoned pond.

The wind was calm, but the weeds over there were swaying, as if someone was lying on the muddy ground, quietly watching Han Fei through the gaps in the weeds.

"Is he targeting me?"

Han Fei carried the wheelchair to the shore. He dared not separate from Wang Ping'an and his son, so he walked with them on the way home.

Wang Ping'an's father kept thanking Han Fei, while Han Fei pushed the wheelchair and quietly reminded the old man to be careful.

The three walked quickly, and as they turned a corner, Han Fei heard a strange noise behind him. He glanced at the spot and saw a figure running past the gap in the fence.

"What are you looking at?"

"We'll talk about it when we get home." Han Fei said with a warm smile, "Grandpa, what happened to your leg? You mustn't run around like that anymore. Just stay home and lock the doors and windows."

“I was in a car accident a few years ago and didn’t have money for treatment, so my leg was damaged. If my leg were fine, I definitely wouldn’t let Ping’an go out to earn money.” The old man held Ping’an’s arm; he truly loved his child.

"Ping An is very capable now; he can deliver food all by himself. He will definitely get better and better in the future."

"I don't ask for anything, I just hope that Ping An can be safe and sound, that's enough." The old man's words were warm, and his voice seemed to dispel the chill in the wind.

After walking for a few minutes, Han Fei finally took the father and son home.

After entering Wang Ping'an's house, Han Fei discovered that his mood score not only stopped dropping, but instead began to slowly rise.

"Attention player number 0000! You have completed the shrine random quest - Going Home, and successfully escorted Wang Ping'an home."

"The shrine owner's regret has been alleviated by 5%! A large amount of experience has been gained! Wang Ping'an's trust has been earned! The title 'Good Person' has been obtained."

"Good Man (Random Title from Shrine): His biggest mistake in life was that he once wanted to be a good man."

"After obtaining this title, the rate at which your mood score decreases will slow down."

"Attention player number 0000! You have completed a random shrine quest and have been granted one opportunity to open your inventory. You can choose one item to bring into the shrine owner's memory world."

(End of this chapter)