My Healing Games

Chapter 460 They are all kind-hearted "people"

"The more important the 'thing' thrown into the well, the better the things that could be exchanged for it. People started to go crazy in the process of constantly 'trying'."

Han Fei spent about an hour and a half piecing together the patterns on those scraps of paper.

The scraps of paper that filled the entire room pieced together a tragedy.

In the bottomless well, some people are climbing up, some are jumping down, some are kneeling and worshipping it as a god, and some are thinking of it as an evil spirit and want to destroy it.

"Is this the well behind the underground shrine?"

After completing the puzzle, Han Fei memorized all the contents of the puzzle in the shortest amount of time, and then he scrambled all the scrap paper.

"The fewer people who know about something so dangerous, the better, so that some desperate people won't go and try it."

The scraps of paper did not record anything about the woman in room thirteen, but the patterns on the scraps of paper were indeed drawn by her, and all the patterns were stained with black and smelly blood.

"Does the woman know the secret of that well? Has she seen that well?" Han Fei is now very curious about why the homeowner chose to commit suicide, and what forced her to make this extreme decision.

Picking up the paper airplane folded from the love letter, Han Fei read the words again: "The truth is a monster with a mouth, locked in a house by a philanthropist? The philanthropist that everyone recognizes is the mall owner. Does this mean that the truth is in the mall owner's house?"

A few days ago, Han Fei asked Huang Li some questions during a casual chat. He knew that the mall owner had many houses, but his favorite place to live was Shaheyuan in Baicheng District.

"The haunted house that orders white rice every night is also in Shaheyuan. I'll just stop by today since I'm passing by."

After carefully putting away the love letters, Han Fei also took away the most crucial dozen or so scrap papers, making it difficult for anyone to piece together the well.

"Six Fingers died under mysterious circumstances, and the other fingers might come over. Maybe I should just burn all of this stuff."

Han Fei was a very decisive person. He got up and prepared to go home to get his lighter, but the landlord and his wife returned at that moment.

"Are you addicted to staying in haunted houses?" The landlady was a woman of many experience, but she had never seen anyone like Han Fei before. "Aren't you scared?"

"I must piece these scraps of paper back together today and give the deceased justice."

"There's no such thing as justice in this world. Just focus on your work, get your mother treated, and live your own life." The landlady frowned at the pile of scraps of paper on the floor. "I'm going to burn all of this paper in a bit! I think you're possessed!"

"Will burning it stop the ghosts? We can't run away from the problem." Han Fei persisted with the landlady, "Why did the resident of room number 13 commit suicide?"

"do not know."

"If you tell me, I'll sell my blood to pay you back the rent I owe." Han Fei rolled up his sleeves, his expression serious.

"Is it really necessary? This person is a complete stranger to you, why are you making trouble for yourself?" The landlady also had a short temper, and just as the two were about to start fighting, her husband ran over.

"Calm down, everyone." The uncle closed the door behind him. "Don't make so much noise, or the tenants will find out."

He stood between Han Fei and his wife and slowly said, "I can tell you anything you want to know. Don't worry about the rent. You should focus on getting your mother treated first."

"What happened to the thirteenth roommate before he died?" Han Fei didn't want to waste time and asked directly.

"It's a long story," the landlord sighed. "The resident of room 13 works at a department store. Although she's not very old, she already has a child, and she's suffered a lot to make ends meet. Before, when she went to work at the department store, she would lock her child in the rented room. There wasn't much for the child to do at home, so when he was bored, he liked to fold paper airplanes and throw them into the garbage dump downstairs. The other tenants in the building disliked the child, so the woman started bringing him to work with her."

"Actually, that woman is a nice person, but how should I put it? When you're not bothering others, everyone gets along well, but if your presence causes inconvenience, then nobody will give you a friendly look." The landlord stood in room number thirteen, feeling the temperature dropping. He took out a cigarette to warm himself up, but after glancing at the landlady, he consciously put the cigarette down.

“The neighbors thought she was easy to bully, and her colleagues thought she was too troublesome. Several weeks passed like this. One night, the woman suddenly ran back to the apartment building and hurriedly found my husband and me, saying that her child was missing and asking if we had seen her child.”

“Although we weren’t familiar with her, we kindly helped to search for her, but we searched until late at night, running all over the neighborhood, but we still couldn’t find her child.”

"From that day on, this tenant became abnormal. She went to work during the day and went out to look for her child at night. Gradually, she went crazy." The landlord put the cigarette back in his pocket, but in the end, he didn't take a puff.

"crazy?"

"Yes, she talks nonsense every day, saying that there must be a way to find her child, and that as long as she makes a wish to the gods, the gods will guide her." The landlord's eyes were full of regret: "I have also tried to persuade her and contacted her family, hoping that she could go back to her hometown, but she just won't listen, and her illness is getting worse and worse."

"and after?"

"That woman has completely gone mad. She burned her own hands, saying she would use them to exchange for the child's place." The landlord didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with what he said, but Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine.

Did she mention a well to you?

"How did you know?" The landlord paused for a moment, then continued, "Her hands were severely burned. On the way to the hospital, she was already delirious, constantly uttering words that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. For example, she said she used hatred to ignite a fire that could burn in water, and that she was willing to exchange her hands for her child's location. She also said that she put her hands into the well, and that her arms were burned by the water. The most terrifying thing was that she said her wish had really come true, that the gods had told her the location of her child, and that she discovered that her child was actually in the well."

"A perfectly healthy person went insane just like that, and in the end, the child was never found." The landlady also spoke up; she had a sharp tongue but a kind heart, and she still felt sorry for that woman.

"The woman returned here after being discharged from the hospital, and that very night she hanged herself." The landlord and his wife didn't blame the woman for dying in the rented room; they even deliberately preserved the room as it was. They probably also felt there was something wrong with it.

"Did the tenant in room number 13 tell you about the child's father? Did she have another relationship while she was working at the mall?"

“We’ve never heard anything about her husband. She’s from the countryside, so maybe her husband works in another city.” The landlord started urging Han Fei to leave: “Come on, don’t stay in this room any longer.”

"Wait a moment." Han Fei opened the moldy wardrobe in the bedroom, which contained many old clothes, some of which were children's clothes with the logo of a charity organization printed on them.

Han Fei recognized the logo; he had seen a similar design on the donation box at the back of the mall.

Continuing his search, Han Fei noticed a hand-knitted red sweater. He picked it up and said, "This looks a bit like the red sweater that the old lady knitted by hand."

The tenant of room number 13 and her child had received donations from a charity, but the problem was that this charity was established by the mall owner himself. The man surnamed Gu had no concept of charity, only business. All his donations had a hidden price tag attached.

"The woman came to Shahe and rented a place near the department store. Then she easily found a job there. Did she know someone at the department store? Or do she have a special relationship with them?" Han Fei looked at the clothes with special markings in the closet. "The philanthropist has locked her conscience and the truth away at home..."

With many guesses forming in his mind, he didn't linger in room number thirteen and hurriedly ran back home.

"My physical fitness and mood have both dropped too much. I need to take a break and go to Shaheyuan at noon."

After disposing of some of the waste paper in the old lady's package, Han Fei lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

At noon, Han Fei was awakened by a noise in his mind. His physical strength had not fully recovered, and his mood score had only recovered to 49 points.

"It will be more dangerous after dark, and I don't have much time left."

Han Fei carried the package and walked out of the room. He called Wang Ping'an as he went downstairs.

After waiting for about half an hour, Wang Ping'an appeared at the apartment entrance wearing his food delivery uniform and riding an electric scooter.

He smiled foolishly. Few people had ever asked him to play with them since he was a child. Han Fei was his only friend.

"Isn't your bright yellow coat too conspicuous?" Han Fei looked at Wang Ping'an. He was about to become an enemy of the whole world, but his teammate was a big boy with intellectual disabilities. "That mall owner is ruthless and cunning. If he sees you, it might implicate you. Why don't you lend me your clothes and equipment and go back first?"

Wang Ping'an couldn't understand anything too complicated. He patted the back seat of the electric scooter, his face beaming with joy: "My dad said that since you helped me, he should help you too."

"Then let's finish this quickly."

"Brother, brother, I still have your favorite rice here." Wang Ping'an said, almost boasting, "I took several more orders last night."

An ominous premonition arose in Han Fei's heart. He opened the takeout box, which was half full of rice boxes.

“They ordered food, but they won’t pick it up. Are they trying to give me the rice? Are they kind people?” Wang Ping’an was completely relaxed, just like he was out having fun with friends. He drove very slowly, not even as fast as Han Fei when he was being chased by a ghost.

"A kind person must first have the heart." Han Fei gestured for Wang Ping'an to stop the car: "You sit in the back, I'll ride."

Han Fei was in a hurry to get on his way, so after changing positions, he rode the electric bike like he was racing.

After speeding along, Han Fei finally arrived at the Shaheyuan upscale residential area before 1 p.m.

In fact, when he entered Baicheng District, he could clearly feel that it was different from the middle and lower reaches of Shahe River. The roads were wide and clean, and the environment was excellent, but it was a little deserted.

"How did you get in before?" Han Fei noticed that there were many security guards at the entrance of the community, and there were surveillance cameras everywhere.

“They go in,” Wang Ping’an said, pointing to the delivery box. “They deliver food.”

"Pretend to be a delivery driver? That's a good idea." Han Fei nodded: "Swap your shirt with me, and wait here for a bit. Don't wander off."

(End of this chapter)