My Healing Games

Chapter 437 Ten Fingers (6000)

On her first night at the secondhand store, she memorized the prices of all the items and their locations, helped a bullied deliveryman, and accidentally killed a criminal suspect.

The shrine owner recorded all of this in detail in his diary. He was already under immense pressure, and after accidentally killing someone, he was on the verge of collapse.

His mother was seriously ill in the hospital and desperately needed money. He worked two jobs day and night, working his hardest, but fate played a cruel joke on him.

"kill?"

Every word in the diary exudes a suffocating despair and unease, and the illegible handwriting reveals that the shrine's owner was in a very bad mental state.

Just looking at the words in the diary made Han Fei's mood plummet, as if those words were written by himself, constantly influencing his emotions.

"The owner of the shrine must use all his time to raise money in order to save his mother. If he gets involved in the murder case, he may not even have the chance to see his mother one last time."

Han Fei stared at the lines of scrawled writing in the diary. He reached out and tore off that page, took a pen, and erased all the writing.

To prevent the traces of writing from being visible on the back of the paper, Han Fei smeared the paper on both sides, then tore the page into pieces and soaked them in water.

After they had all soaked and rotted, he flushed them down the drain in batches.

"My emotions are influenced by this diary, and my mood fluctuates with the words in the diary. I cannot change the key memory nodes in this world of memories, and I am constantly being assimilated by this world of memories, and may slowly become like the owner of the shrine."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A knock suddenly sounded at the door, and Han Fei quickly hid his diary: "Coming, coming! Don't rush!"

Upon opening the door, Han Fei saw a plump woman standing in the doorway. She was wearing an ill-fitting red coat and exuded a cheap fragrance.

"I only let you pay the rent a month late because I felt sorry for you, but you're not being fair! If I hadn't told you, would you have just kept sneaking around like this?" The woman's voice was rough and somewhat harsh: "I'm not doing charity. You'd better pay the rent you owe right now, or pack your things and get out!"

"I still owe a month's rent?"

"Playing dumb?" The woman's face darkened further, and she slammed her fat hand on the door. "You've already learned to be a scoundrel at such a young age?"

"Sister, listen to me, I will definitely pay the rent. But I hope you can give me some more time. I just found a job and I don't have any money." Han Fei had pushed his emotions to the limit. At this moment, he was desperate and felt like he was the only person left in the world.

After much persuasion and exhaustion, Han Fei used his masterful acting skills and the eloquence honed in the deep world to finally buy himself a few more days.

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

"In this world of memories, humans 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, "Did the shrine owner go through all of this? But I could go to Wang Ping'an's house for a free meal."

After taking off his mud-stained clothes and shoes, Han Fei began rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for clothes to wear, while also checking his pockets for any spare change.

After searching for a long time, Han Fei gave up. The original owner of the house showed Han Fei what it meant to be penniless.

“The homeowner only has one bank card, and the key is that I don’t know the password.” Han Fei is extremely short of money right now, and he doesn’t even have the most basic living security: “I can’t go on like this. I need to at least make sure I have enough to eat every day.”

Eating is not simply about filling your stomach; the process of eating is also a form of enjoyment and satisfaction, and it has a significant impact on your mental state and mood.

After drinking a large glass of water, Han Fei lay down on the bed. He took out his phone and started looking for job opportunities during the day, but before he had been lying down for long, there was another knock on the door, this time even louder than before.

"Who is it again?"

Han Fei got up and opened the door. Standing outside was a man in a floral shirt. He looked to be in his early thirties and dressed in a sleazy manner.

"How was work yesterday? Are you satisfied with the job I found for you?" The man seemed to be very familiar with the original owner of the house. He went straight into the house and sat on Han Fei's bed. "It perfectly meets your requirements. It's just night shifts, and the salary is high. Let me tell you, I had to pull a lot of strings to get this job for you."

Han Fei had no recollection of this man. He didn't close the door, but simply stood by it, looking at the man with a puzzled expression.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" The man lit a cigarette. "I've already found you a job. Shouldn't you pay me the agency fee?"

In just a few words, Han Fei roughly determined the other party's identity. This was a shady middleman. The original owner of the shrine had sought any treatment for his illness and ended up working the night shift at a secondhand supermarket with the help of this shady middleman.

"How much?" Han Fei was a law-abiding citizen and rarely used underhanded methods to handle matters unless the circumstances were special.

"Fifteen thousand! That's what we agreed on." The man in the floral shirt pulled out a signed contract from his pocket, with a red fingerprint on it. "What? You're planning to renege on the agreement after we've started working?"

Slowly closing the door, Han Fei felt that he was in a special situation.

He didn't know what the shrine's owner had chosen, so he was prepared to resolve the matter in his own way.

"Could you give me a few more days? I just started working, how about I give it to you next month?"

“I know you’re short on money right now, but we can’t break the contract. I’m just a gofer.” The man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pretended to be deep in thought. “How about this, I’ll take you somewhere that can solve your immediate problem.”

Whether the man sensed danger or was just lucky, he got up and reopened the door: "Let's go, don't just stand there."

Han Fei desperately needed rest; staying up late for extended periods was bad for his health. He checked the time and ultimately decided to leave with the man.

"Where are you going?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

The man in the floral shirt led Han Fei out of the neighborhood that was about to be demolished. They walked a long way through the dilapidated alleys, winding their way through the streets, and finally entered a chess and card room.

Thick smoke hung in the air; the environment in this card room was poor, and there weren't many people inside.

"Why did you bring me here? I never play cards." Han Fei acted like a clueless student. He wanted to go back, but was grabbed by the man in the floral shirt.

"Don't rush off! We've arrived."

He lifted the bamboo curtain at the very back of the chess and card room, revealing a fairly clean office.

The windows were tightly closed, with security bars installed on the outside. Bloodstains were faintly visible on the floor, the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, a statue of Guan Yu sat on the desk, and a painting of dragons and tigers hung on the wall next to it.

The leather shoes made a heavy sound on the ground. Not long after Han Fei and the man in the floral shirt entered, the bamboo curtain was lifted again.

A tall man with a scar on his cheek entered the house. He didn't say a word and sat down on the only sofa in the house.

Not long after the tall man entered, the door behind Han Fei was slammed shut, and a fat man weighing over 200 pounds stood guard at the door.

The fat man had a face full of fat, and on his exposed skin was a tattoo of a fierce tiger descending a mountain.

"Brother Li, he's the student who asked me to help him find a job before." The woman in the floral shirt became unusually docile in front of the scarred man, barely daring to speak loudly.

The man with a scar on his face remained silent, but simply extended his hand.

The man in the floral shirt immediately understood what the other person meant and quickly handed over the paper with Han Fei's fingerprint on it.

Scarface glanced at it briefly, then took out six hundred yuan from the drawer and threw it on the table.

"Brother Li, isn't this a bit too little? Last time it was split 50/50..."

"Is it too little?" The scarred man looked up at the man in the floral shirt, and the man immediately backed down, grabbed the money on the table, and ran out.

He was very perceptive; after leaving, he made sure to close the door behind him.

"Your name is Han Fei, right?" The scarred man put away the paper, then took out something else and placed it on his desk: "I've paid off the money you owed him."

"Thank you." Han Fei's expression had changed, his eyes were full of unease, and he stepped back, but bumped into the fat man with a face full of scars.

“Don’t be afraid. I just heard that your mother is sick and you urgently need money. I can lend you some.” Scarface tapped his fingers on the table: “As long as you sign this contract, you can take the money and leave now.”

"Is it that simple?" Han Fei walked to the table, where the scarred man took out an IOU with compound interest. He borrowed money here, and in less than a month, he would have to pay it back double.

"Was the original owner of the shrine also forced by them?" Han Fei put down the IOU, his expression uncertain.

“I’ve already paid off your debt in advance. If you didn’t have this new IOU, you wouldn’t be able to leave today.” Scarface lit a cigarette, completely disregarding Han Fei. “Paying back debts is a matter of course. You can’t be unaware of such a simple principle, can you?”

The fat man with a face full of scars also came over and stood behind Han Fei.

For a student just entering society, the pressure from these two hooligans is still quite significant.

"I can sign, but could you lend me some more money?" Han Fei asked the scarred man timidly.

"How much do you want to lend?" Scarface suddenly became interested. He wasn't afraid that Han Fei would lend him money, but he was afraid that Han Fei would resolutely refuse to lend him money.

"Fifty thousand, I'll pay you back by the middle of next month."

"Fifty thousand?" Scarface stared at Han Fei's face, and after a long pause, a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, but if it's fifty thousand, then we won't be signing this IOU."

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

Placing the contract on the table, seemingly to persuade Han Fei, Scarface took out 20,000 yuan from a locked drawer and placed it on the table: "Sign it. After you sign it, you can take the money and leave now."

Picking up the contract, Han Fei examined it repeatedly before shaking his head: "I can't sign this agreement to give up my body. Besides, the interest rate you're asking for is too high. I can only accept an annual interest rate of two percent at most."

"Are you trying to negotiate with us?" The fat man with a face full of scars laughed out loud: "I've seen naive people, but I've never seen anyone this naive."

He moved his wrists, and his finger bones cracked and popped.

"If you don't accept it, then forget it." Han Fei tore up the agreement to give up his body. Regardless of whether the agreement was legally binding or not, he wouldn't touch such things.

He didn't care whether the original owner of the shrine signed it or not; he certainly wouldn't leave his name on the agreement anyway.

"I'll pay you back the 1,500 yuan when I get my salary." Han Fei said and walked towards the door, but as soon as he turned around, he heard the whooshing sound of the wind in his ears.

Han Fei dodged to the side, and the fat man's punch missed and landed on the desk.

"You dodged pretty quickly?" The fat man with a face full of scars was somewhat surprised. He suddenly launched an attack, and it was rare for an ordinary person to dodge it.

"You started this fight." Han Fei knew very well that the other party had no intention of letting him off the hook.

"We'll strike first, so what can you do? We're just showing you the consequences of not paying back the money!" The fat man grabbed a solid wooden stick from the table and swung it at Han Fei.

Seeing that the other party was going all out, Han Fei was not polite at all, and his movements were much faster than the fat man's.

Having dodged the fat man's first attack, Han Fei kicked the fat man's knee as the fat man withdrew his strength, grabbed his wrist, and walked past him.

As the fat man fell forward, Han Fei forcefully twisted his arm upwards, instantly dislocating the man's entire arm. The sound of the bones shifting was extremely eerie.

Screams echoed inside the room. One of the fat man's arms had been crippled. Normally, he should have stopped at this point, but Han Fei didn't say a word. He grabbed the fat man's other arm and twisted it off.

With a slight twitch of his ears, Han Fei noticed a strange noise behind him. Without even looking, he grabbed the fat man's limp arm and used it to shield him from view.

The solid wooden stick struck the fat man's hand, and he let out another heart-wrenching scream, but no one cared about his feelings.

Han Fei kicked over the desk, and as Scarface's movements were hindered, he grabbed the ashtray full of cigarette butts and threw it at Scarface.

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

Scarface had just dodged the ashtray when Han Fei knocked him down. Before he could react, he was punched in the temple.

The world spun around him, and as Scarface struggled to regain his balance, he suddenly realized that his wrist was being gripped, and a very bad feeling welled up inside him.

"what!"

His wrist was bent inward at an unbelievable angle, and before Scarface could feel any pain, his head was slammed heavily onto the desk.

I felt dizzy, my ears were ringing, and pain was coming from all parts of my body. It felt like I was bleeding from my mouth.

It took Scarface a full thirty seconds to regain consciousness. He found that he had lost feeling in both arms and that his head was being held down by a hand.

"I'll pay you back the 1,500 yuan after I get my salary next month. Do you have any objections?" Han Fei didn't renege on his debt, because the 1,500 yuan was owed by the owner of the shrine.

"No objection, no objection!"

"Calm down. It's not worth it for 1,500. It really isn't worth it." Scarface was panting. "You're still a student with a bright future ahead of you. Don't act impulsively."

"The future?" Han Fei looked at the 20,000 yuan on the table: "I've borrowed this 20,000 yuan. I'll pay you back next year with interest, calculated according to bank loan interest rates."

"Isn't this a bit much?" Scarface said tremulously, "We're just errand runners. If we don't collect interest, we'll have to use our own money to make up for it."

Han Fei ignored what the other person said and opened the drawer directly, only to find that there wasn't much money left inside.

"If it weren't for the various documents and collateral required to borrow money from the bank, would I need to come to you? The same interest rate as the bank is already my limit." Han Fei could have simply taken the money away, but he felt that doing so would cause bad things, so he decided to make the same choice as the shrine owner—borrow the money.

The shrine owner was scammed by a shady broker and was probably brought here as well. Given the shrine owner's abilities at the time, he would most likely have been forced to sign an IOU.

“Well… alright then.” Scarface glanced at the fat man who was still screaming in pain. It wasn’t a matter of agreeing or not; if he didn’t agree, he might lose his arm. “Let’s write an IOU, with the interest rate you mentioned.”

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

Han Fei released his grip on the scarred man's head and reassured the two men in the room, "You know where I work and where I live. You can keep an eye on me, but remember this: if you dare to go to the hospital and harm my sick mother..."

Grabbing a solid wooden stick from the ground, Han Fei smashed it against the desk next to Scarface.

A loud crash was heard as the solid wooden stick was broken, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"Understood! Understood!" Scarface reacted quickly; he was genuinely intimidated by Han Fei.

"I will pay you back. See you later."

Scarface breathed a sigh of relief after Han Fei had walked away.

Are all college students this fierce?

After finishing his business, Han Fei walked out of the small house, but the man in the floral shirt was nowhere to be seen.

Han Fei didn't go looking for trouble with the other party. He desperately needed to rest because his mood score was inexplicably dropping again.

"Why am I feeling down? I managed to borrow emergency funds at a low interest rate through my own abilities; I should be happy. Is it because I violated some principles?"

Leaving the chess and card room, Han Fei walked through the intricate alleyways to go home.

The street was bustling with people, but Han Fei felt different from them and couldn't fit into this repetitive and monotonous world.

Han Fei quickened his pace, crossed the stone bridge, and as he entered the second alley, he saw the homeless man again.

The homeless man, huddled in the corner, had a bruised and swollen face, as if he had just been beaten by someone. He was clutching his tattered cotton-padded coat and holding his lame dog, looking very pitiful.

"In a world like this, would I still have the sympathy for others?"

Han Fei clutched the money in his pocket tightly. He didn't enter the alley, but turned around and went to the street outside to buy three servings of meat buns and two bottles of water.

Back in the alley, instead of giving the homeless man money directly, he placed a steaming hot meat bun and water in front of him.

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

The homeless man was very surprised to see the steamed buns. He then put his hands together and thanked Han Fei repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, kind man. May you have a peaceful life and good fortune."

Han Fei felt that there seemed to be some other meaning in the vagrant's words, but no matter how he asked, the vagrant would not answer, but would just keep repeating them.

"Do good people really get good rewards? The shrine owner's mother also taught him this, and he even wrote this sentence in his diary."

Without disturbing the homeless man any further, Han Fei headed towards his rented place.

As soon as he reached the end of the alley, he saw a child with a blue backpack, huddled alone in a corner, seemingly crying.

"Shouldn't it be past school time by now?" Han Fei wasn't planning to meddle, but as he passed by the child, he noticed several toys in front of him. These toys were from the same series as the toys belonging to the murdered boy in the secondhand supermarket.

Han Fei stopped and squatted down in front of the child: "Little friend, why aren't you going to school?"

The boy looked up, tears still on his face: "My dad won't let me go to school, and he won't let me play with other kids. He said bad things will happen if I go to that school, and that my mom's illness is because of me."

"This is the first time I've heard of parents not letting 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 really bad, and it takes a lot of soap to get him clean."

"It smells really bad?" Before Han Fei could react, the child suddenly picked up the toys on the ground and looked nervously behind Han Fei.

"Someone's coming?" Han Fei turned his head and saw a man in a suit standing silently a few meters behind him.

"January, did I tell you not to talk to strangers?" The man completely ignored Han Fei. His voice could no longer be described as stern; it sounded like he was threatening the child.

The man in the suit strode over and grabbed the boy, saying, "Come home with me! If you run away again, your mother's illness will get worse!"

"The toy, Daddy, the toy is still on the floor..."

The man ignored the child's words and picked him up, heading towards the apartment building where Han Fei lived.

"What a strange man. The aura he exudes is completely different from the residents I've met before..." Han Fei stared at the man's back, his eyes suddenly widening!

As the man in the suit walked by, Han Fei noticed a face tattooed on his neck!
"Ten fingers?"

In the deeper world, the ten fingers carve a human head on their bodies for every person they kill, thus imprisoning the souls of the unjustly killed.

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

Happy National Day!
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