My Healing Games

Chapter 466 Whose Corpse is Hidden in the Deep Well?
Some people say that love needs to be cultivated, but Han Fei never expected that the shrine master would cultivate a lover who doesn't exist.

When all the customers dared not approach the secondhand shop, Lin Lu appeared.

She didn't care about those "rumors" or the curse of the secondhand shop; she seemed to have only Han Fei in her eyes, so perfect it was almost unreal.

“This shop is full of secondhand goods. I really don’t know why a thief would target you. Is he desperate for money?” Lin Lu held onto the other side of the shelf and helped Han Fei straighten it with some difficulty. “Your boss is really something. He leaves you here all alone to work. He makes so much money but doesn’t know how to be considerate of his employees. I used to think he was a very nice person.”

Helping to organize the shelves and sharing complaints, Lin Lu's appearance filled the void in the heart of the shrine's owner.

Even if the world abandons him, as long as Lin Lu is still alive, the owner of the shrine should still be able to barely survive as a normal person.

"The boss probably has his own difficulties," Han Fei said, busy cleaning and quite coldly towards Lin Lu.

"You actually spoke up for him? You're truly the best working person I've ever met. If I ever start a business, you'll be the first person I come to." Lin Lu was kind-hearted; she sensed that Han Fei was in a very low mood, so she kept making jokes, hoping to cheer him up a little.

Unfortunately, Han Fei not only didn't react, but his eyebrows furrowed together.

Based on what the mall owner said before, Lin Lu might also be a sacrificial offering placed on the altar; some people's fates are sealed from the moment they meet.

Han Fei did not want to kill Lin Lu. He would never harm innocent people, nor did he want to destroy the only beautiful thing the shrine owner had.

"There should be other ways."

Around 6 p.m., Han Fei and Lin Lu finished cleaning the store and arranged all the shelves.

Han Fei stood behind the counter and began to tally the goods, removing some severely damaged items from the shelves. Lin Lu, on the other hand, sat on a secondhand recliner in the store, looking like an old man who had just returned from a walk, his body swaying back and forth with the chair.

"It's already dark, aren't you going back?" Han Fei glanced at Lin Lu, who showed no sign of leaving. "I remember you're a nurse at Shahe Hospital. You must be very tired from work, right? You should go back and rest early."

"Shahe Private Hospital is about to go bankrupt, and it still owes me six months' salary. Just thinking about it makes me so angry my liver hurts. The management still pays their benefits every month, but they can't pay us intern nurses' salaries. Isn't this bullying?"

"Are you still going back to work?"

"Go to work? I'll go to the graves of those managers tomorrow." Lin Lu leaned back in her recliner; you could tell she was exhausted.

After tallying the damage to the last item, Han Fei walked out from behind the counter and stopped beside Lin Lu.

Are you trying to kick me out?

"What would you like to eat? It's on me." Han Fei took out his key and locked the shop door temporarily. He led Lin Lu through the mall: "There are many restaurants on the fifth floor, but I suggest you eat vegetarian food instead."

This was Han Fei's first time shopping normally, and for some reason, passersby kept casting surprised glances at him and Lin Lu.

"Why do I always feel like everyone is watching us?" Lin Lu whispered as she followed behind Han Fei.

"Perhaps they are envious of me." Han Fei took the elevator to the fifth floor. It was completely different from after midnight. Various aromas filled the air, and there were many diners coming and going. The fifth floor was the busiest floor in the mall.

"Anything will do. I'm on a diet, so I'm not that hungry." Lin Lu carried her handbag. Wherever she went, she became the center of attention, the complete opposite of the shrine owner.

"Let's go with this one." Han Fei's criteria for choosing a restaurant wasn't whether the food was delicious, but whether it had appeared in his hallucinations.

Han Fei would not consider any restaurant that was operating normally in the shrine owner's illusion, because he was unsure whether the meat in their dishes was a type of meat he had never eaten before.

The two entered the restaurant, found a window seat, and sat down facing each other.

Han Fei had never been in a romantic relationship, so in this respect he was on the same starting line as the owner of the shrine.

However, there are slight differences between the two. Han Fei foresaw Lin Lu's fate, so no matter how strong the sense of dependence the shrine master's memories showed, he would keep his distance from Lin Lu.

They ordered a few dishes at random, and while they were waiting for their food to be served, a chef suddenly came out from the kitchen.

He looked around and then walked directly toward Han Fei's table.

Even stranger, he seemed not to see Lin Lu and sat directly opposite Han Fei, next to Lin Lu.

"I've been a chef in this world of memories for ten years. I've turned every customer into a delicious meal. I remember their faces and can distinguish their screams, but I don't think I've ever seen you before." The chef took off his hat. He looked refined and had skin as white as if he were sick. There was no smell of cooking oil on him. Judging from his appearance alone, he had nothing to do with the profession of chef.

"Is Halloween coming soon? Your store's activities are pretty extreme." Han Fei glanced at the other person's neck, where a crying face was hidden beneath the chef's uniform.

“Your acting is indeed quite good, but you can’t fool me.” The chef looked at Han Fei with a smile: “I smell the scent of my companion on you, that rotten stench filled with endless resentment.”

Han Fei smiled indifferently. He knew that the other party had only noticed the problem, but had not yet confirmed it. Otherwise, given Shizhi's personality, he would definitely not have sat down to chat with Han Fei.

Picking up his teacup, Han Fei was too lazy to even speak, as if communicating with the other party would lower his IQ.

Lin Lu, cornered, was speechless. She secretly pointed at the chef and mouthed to Han Fei, "Is this guy crazy?"

"Silence means consent. Their disappearance is probably related to you." The chef gave a sinister smile, his lips curling slightly upwards. "Enjoy your meal. Have a pleasant meal and a good night."

After the chef finished speaking, he returned to the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, Han Fei called the restaurant owner over, first scolded the chef, and then extracted some information from the owner.

The chef was new, and his meat dishes were so delicious that you'd want to eat them again after just one bite.

Having learned this information, Han Fei naturally dared not continue eating the chef's dishes and led Lin Lu out of the department store.

The streetlights were already on, and the two of them found a roadside stall and enjoyed a delicious meal.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Han Fei's expression as he looked at Lin Lu gradually became serious.

"Are you drunk? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm afraid you'll disappear in the future, so I want to remember you." Han Fei won't leave the shrine to Shizhi. If he can't occupy the shrine, he will definitely destroy it. No matter the outcome, this memory world based on the shrine will be destroyed, and Lin Lu will never appear again.

She is the shrine owner's beautiful fantasy, and not forgetting her face is probably one of the things the shrine owner most wants to achieve.

"How could I possibly disappear?" Lin Lu was already a little drunk, her face flushed.

"Stop drinking, let me take you home."

"No need! I can manage on my own." Lin Lu decisively refused Han Fei. She seemed afraid that Han Fei would find out where she lived, so she picked up her bag and walked across the street.

Han Fei followed behind her, but after walking several dozen meters, he suddenly realized that Lin Lu was no longer among the crowd.

She's still gone.

Lin Lu seems to only appear when the shrine's owner experiences drastic mood swings, and Han Fei has not yet figured out the pattern.

When Han Fei returned to the mall, most of the shops were already closed. He pushed open the door of the secondhand store, and the system's notification sound and the door's notification sound for customers entering the store rang at the same time.

"Attention Player 0000! Your current hunger level is 0, your physical condition is poor, your current mental state is slightly depressed, and your mood value is 45. Do you wish to begin today's work?"

"Yes."

Standing at the shop entrance, Han Fei rubbed his stiff fingers: "How many days has it been?"

Looking at the photos of outstanding shop employees on the wall, he realized they were once living, breathing people, but now they were either lying in the hospital or had disappeared. Han Fei was now the only one left in the entire secondhand store.

"Boss Gu hasn't contacted me yet, nor has he returned to the shop. It seems things aren't going well for him."

Han Fei entered the shop and gestured on the table with his fingers, connecting recent events in his mind.

"The ten fingers have entered the memory world many times, accumulating more than ten years. They have worked together and come into contact with everyone in this world. Now that they have taken Pei Yang away, they probably think that Pei Yang will most likely become the new master of the shrine."

It's normal for Shizhi to think that way. Before Han Fei appeared, Pei Yang was the last shop assistant to die in the store. No matter how you analyze it, he is a prime suspect.

"If Ten Fingers is certain that Pei Yang is not the person they are looking for, then they will definitely focus all their energy on me. At that time, I will face double pressure from Ten Fingers and the boss."

Han Fei stared at the purchase order on the counter and began to mentally rehearse how to retrieve those photos from the well.

Around 10 p.m., all the lights in the mall were off, and there was no one to be seen outside.

"It's time to take action."

Actually, the probability of being discovered if he takes action after midnight is lower, but Han Fei doesn't dare to gamble because the mall is too dangerous after midnight.

Taking out the gloves he had prepared in advance, Han Fei checked the surveillance footage. Most of the cameras had been damaged by Shi Zhi and Pei Yang, and the shop owner hadn't had time to repair them yet.

"They saved me a lot of effort."

Han Fei blocked the shop door from the inside and calculated the time.

When the door is pushed, a voice on the door frame will sound to signal the customer to enter the store, and he will have about twenty seconds to come out of the underground storeroom.

"This amount of time has been enough for me."

With everything ready, Han Fei took the secondhand tools from the shop and went into the underground warehouse.

He had already scouted the location yesterday, and he was determined to find out the secret of that well tonight.

"so cold."

The underground warehouse was like an icebox, with a chilling aura permeating the corners, like poisonous weeds growing wildly.

Han Fei's left eye could see the truth, so he didn't turn on the lights and went straight to the deepest part of the warehouse.

After moving the shelf, Han Fei first used a measuring tape to further pinpoint the location to be smashed, and then took out a hammer and chisel to slowly cut the seam.

To avoid making too much noise, Han Fei moved very slowly.

After finishing, Han Fei went back to the ground, drank a glass of water, walked out of the department store to stretch his body, and also made a brief appearance on the surveillance cameras outside.

After stretching his muscles, Han Fei returned to the secondhand supermarket and moved the cutting machine and electric hammer directly into the underground warehouse.

"It will be very noisy once the tools are used, but before midnight you can't see a ghost in the mall, and there are very few cars on the road outside, so no one should notice."

Han Fei was very decisive; in order to break through the wall as quickly as possible, he used an electric hammer.

After breaking through the joint, Han Fei picked up the prepared sledgehammer and smashed it down.

"Oh!"

After several strikes, a gap about half a meter long and wide appeared in the previously intact wall.

The largest piece of wall fell into the well, splashing water everywhere, and one drop landed on the back of Han Fei's hand.

In that instant, Han Fei felt as if his soul was being burned, as if what was falling on him was not water, but flowing flames.

The fallen wall quickly sank into the well and soon disappeared from sight. Han Fei had anticipated this, so he used the well to dispose of the debris, saving him the trouble of transporting the waste out of the store.

"The water is now only half a meter away from me; I can reach it with my hand."

Success seemed within reach, but Han Fei didn't relax at all. He first wiped all the tools, including the electric hammer and cutting machine, cleaned them, put them back in their original places, and then began cleaning.

In just twenty minutes, Han Fei had already disposed of all traces.

Even if Boss Gu were to enter the store now, he would never imagine that Han Fei had used the store's tools to carve a large hole in the wall.

"There's still some time until midnight." Han Fei took a book, made a cup of coffee, and went for a stroll outside. After confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, he returned to the secondhand store.

Compared to when I came in, there was "no change" in the underground warehouse.

"I'm lucky I only played a villain. If I had worked in another industry, I might have taken it all down to real."

After moving the shelf aside, Han Fei stuck half of his body into the hole.

Not long after, he discovered a family photo of the elderly man, which was very close to him.

Resisting the urge to reach for it, Han Fei found a candle on the shelf.

He first lit the candle, then slowly brought one end of the candle close to the photograph.

As the firelight illuminated the dark well, Han Fei saw a crowd of faces huddled beneath the surface.

(End of this chapter)