My Healing Games

Chapter 463 Can bad guys survive to the end?
The old man looked at the portraits of the deceased arranged side by side on the wooden table, and the wrinkles on his face gathered together.

"My wish really came true, but only after it came true did I realize that the person who killed my whole family was my best friend."

Room 19 is filled with vengeful ghosts and wandering spirits. They were busy in different places in life, but after death, they all returned to this room because of a common bond.

"How could I not hate him?"

A long time has passed, but the hatred in the old man's eyes has not diminished in the slightest. Being completely betrayed and sold out by his best friend is an obsession that will never fade from his heart.

"Grandpa, if you want him to pay the price he deserves, now is the perfect opportunity!" Han Fei sat down next to the old man with his delivery box in hand. If someone outside the window saw this scene, they might find it incredibly harmonious.

"The mall owner's luck came from exchanging it with a well. The more important the person was to him, the more he could exchange for. He relied on that well to have a smooth life. When he encountered failure, he would sacrifice others. But now he has no close people left." Han Fei took out his phone: "Recently, the employees of the secondhand store have been dying one after another, very frequently, but the owner's business has not improved at all. That well can no longer provide him with any help."

“A selfish person like him will eventually have his family destroyed, his wife and children separated, and he will die a miserable death in loneliness.” The old man’s gaze slowly moved away from the portrait and looked at Han Fei: “I really want to help you, but my family cannot leave this room.”

"Can't we leave?"

"This was also part of the deal. When all hope was lost, he took me to a department store. He said he wanted me to see the business we had built together, but actually he wanted me to see the black cloth covering the shrine. Under the witness of that shrine, I personally threw a group photo of all my family members into the well. He said that only in this way could all the lost souls be reunited. However, the corresponding price to pay was that they could never leave this room. As soon as they stepped out of the room, their souls would be sucked into the well and become nourishment for the shrine."

The hatred of the old man's family, when gathered together and distorted, is terrifying, but a single person is not as frightening as the six-fingered child.

"If I retrieve your group photo from the well, can you leave?" Han Fei vaguely remembered seeing many photos floating in the well last night, including a group photo of the old man's family: "I can risk my life to retrieve the photo for you, so you can be free forever. But after I get the photo, I hope you can come with me to seek revenge on the boss."

The old man didn't agree immediately. He stared at Han Fei for a long time with his cloudy eyes: "The dragon slayer can also become the new dragon. I hope you can make a different choice from him then."

The low voice seemed to contain profound meaning, as if this world of memories was made up of a series of different choices.

"So you agree?" Han Fei stood up, carrying the delivery box. "I'll try my best to bring you that photo tomorrow morning."

Having achieved his goal, Han Fei stood up, greeted the portrait, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." The old man held up the envelope in his hand. "Aren't you curious about what's written inside?"

“I’m not curious about what’s written in the letter, but I know the mall owner values ​​it highly. There must be something incriminating in it. It’s inconvenient for me to carry something like that around, so returning it to its owner is the safest course of action.” The letter was severely rotten, and the writing was illegible. Opening it rashly would only damage it.

"This letter contains a trace of your boss's last remorse. He mentioned a woman's name in it, his ex-wife, Xu Meng, who particularly loved wearing skirts. Your boss even kept her favorite skirt at home, but when I was taken to the well at the department store, I saw that skirt had also been thrown into the well." The old man seemed to have said too much today; his face had become even paler, and the veins on his body looked like tiny chains wrapped around his skin.

“Xu Meng…” Han Fei had seen a woman on the third floor of the department store trying on dresses. She seemed to be the department store owner’s ex-wife: “Understood, I will try my best to retrieve the dresses and photos together.”

“It’s not just her.” The old man raised his finger: “I saw a wig in your package. Your boss’s brother wore a wig when he was alive. He was in charge of organizing various charity events for your boss. A few years later, he bought a new house in Shaheyuan in cash.”

"The mall owner has a younger brother? But I remember he's always been alone."

“His younger brother didn’t escape his clutches either. You can take that wig to No. 10, District 4, Shaheyuan.” The old man picked up a piece of bamboo leaf from the ground, looked at the blood-red veins on it, and gently ran his hand over it as if touching his own child’s skin: “Take this bamboo leaf; it might be of some help to you.”

"Okay, I'll go there now."

Han Fei remembered the old man's words and set off immediately.

Stepping out of the apartment building, as the sunlight shone on him again, Han Fei's heartbeat finally returned to normal.

The pressure from that family was immense; if the old man hadn't shown up at the end, he might have been torn to pieces.

"It feels like walking a tightrope; one wrong step and you're crushed to pieces." Han Fei thought that if he didn't become an actor, he could really consider becoming a policeman. If he went undercover, he could become a gang leader in a few days without his colleagues having to help him, and maybe in a few months he could lead everyone to turn themselves in.

Intentionally avoiding surveillance, Han Fei carried his takeout box directly to No. 10, Zone 4, Shaheyuan, a building surrounded by a lot of small white flowers.

It's winter now, and Han Fei doesn't recall any white flowers blooming in winter.

Even more strangely, he saw completely opposite things with his two eyes.

In his right eye, he saw a field of simple, elegant flowers, but in his left eye, he saw a swaying infant skull.

"This flower has a sinister aura."

Continuing forward, when Han Fei reached the entrance of the building, he saw a middle-aged woman standing in the garden trimming flowers and plants.

"Auntie, could you open the door to the stairwell for me?" Han Fei asked, struggling to carry his delivery box as he stopped next to the middle-aged woman.

"I don't live in this building. I just saw that the flowers and plants here are neglected, so I came to water them." The aunt was very kind and spoke softly and gently: "Did you read the address wrong? I remember no one lives in this building."

"impossible?"

"The original owner of this building was a very young and wealthy man. He was incredibly kind-hearted and helped many children. He and his brother established a charitable foundation, but tragically, he drowned on his thirtieth birthday. His brother was devastated and preserved this house specifically to commemorate his only remaining relative." The middle-aged woman expressed her sympathy: "Many of the children he helped have returned here after growing up, bringing various gifts to pay their respects. But his brother resolutely refused to let the children spend any money, only allowing them to plant a flower in front of the house. Over time, this building has become the most beautiful building in Shaheyuan."

The middle-aged woman was very talkative, constantly telling Han Fei about all the good deeds the homeowner had done in the past and how remarkable he was.

"He did charity work for three years and then bought the most expensive house in Shahe outright. That's really impressive." After the middle-aged woman left, Han Fei went to the entrance of the building alone.

Huang Ying had previously brought him a lock-picking skill book from the shallow world, and Han Fei had studied it in his spare time. He was planning to observe the types of locks and try to use the lock-picking skill, but to his surprise, the door opened with just a gentle tug.

The seemingly sturdy iron gate was not locked; it was always slightly ajar.

"The mall owner's brother has been helping him with charity work, and there might be some clues in his room."

From the outside, this building is the most beautiful building in the entire Shaheyuan area, but once inside, you can see withered white petals and smelly debris everywhere.

"Is the mall owner having the children he helped plant flowers here because he's looking for new targets for his business?"

Picking up a broken petal from the ground, Han Fei saw a flower with his right eye and a white moth with his left.

"What a crazy and bizarre world."

Upon arriving at room number ten, Han Fei had just raised his hand to knock when the security door opened by itself.

"Someone?"

As Han Fei stopped at the door with his delivery box, he hesitated whether to go in or not when a strange noise suddenly came from the living room.

"Snapped!"

Following the sound, he saw a picture frame hanging in the living room fall to the ground, and a yellowed old photograph landed in front of Han Fei.

The photo shows two men with completely different appearances and demeanors. The shorter one is the mall owner, while the other man has delicate features, but a patch of skin on his face is noticeably different in color from the rest of his skin, suggesting that he may have had a skin graft at an unlicensed hospital.

"Is he Boss Gu's younger brother?"

Taking the wig out of the takeout box, Han Fei opened the door and leaned half his body into the room.

The living room, decorated in a rather luxurious style, was filled with photos of a man. He seemed to be particularly vain, yet also seemed very dissatisfied with his face; his face looked slightly different in each of the photos.

"Don't just stand at the door, come in." A very tired voice came from deep inside the room, the owner of the voice sounding as if he were seriously ill.

"Excuse me, I have something I'd like to give you."

Stepping onto the dusty floor, Han Fei hadn't taken more than a few steps when he saw a strand of black hair emerge from the crack in the bedroom door.

"Come here, I'm here." The voice sounded strange, as if something was constantly flowing from the speaker's mouth.

The bedroom door slowly opened, but instead of the homeowner, a bunch of dirty black hair came out.

"Help me, I can't breathe, hair keeps growing out of my stomach, help me!"

His black hair clung to the wall, flowing through the corridor like a flood and rushing towards Han Fei.

"I'm just a food deliveryman; haircuts cost extra." The landlord's ring didn't react, and Han Fei grew bolder, gripping the bladeless knife tightly.

"To be reborn!"

Sunlight finally shone into the perpetually dark attic, and Han Fei, his black hair flowing, arrived at the bedroom door.

With a swift stroke, the black "river" was instantly severed.

Without stopping, Han Fei went against the current and grabbed the man who was submerged in black hair.

Using the secrets of touching the depths of the soul, Han Fei felt pain and regret in the man, but not a trace of hatred.

"You've become such a grotesque creature, yet you feel no hatred in your heart?"

A man's strength is roughly equivalent to a newly formed resentment, which helped Han Fei regain his confidence.

Finally finding someone easy to bully, Han Fei tried to drag him to the living room, but the man's hair had already grown into the entire bedroom, and after being cut off, new hair would quickly grow back.

"Thank you, I feel much better now." Hair would come out of the man's mouth whenever he opened it to speak. He was skin and bones, but his belly was swollen and deformed.

"You're the department store owner's brother? You looked so handsome in the photo, what happened to you?"

"I..." The man glanced at Han Fei listlessly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked his first question: "Is my brother dead?"

"You two really have a deep brotherly bond, asking such a direct question right off the bat." Han Fei shook his head: "If he were dead, I wouldn't have come looking for you."

"He's still alive? He pushed his wife, children, best friend, and only relative into the well. How can someone like that still be alive?" The man lay on the bed, his eyes lifeless. There was a very obvious scar on his head, as if it had been burned by fire.

(End of this chapter)