My Healing Game Chapter 462

The old man looked at the pictures of his remains placed side by side on the wooden table, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.

"My wish really came true, but after the wish came true, I found out that it turned out that it was my best friend who killed all my family members."

Room 19 was full of ghosts and wandering souls. They were busy in different places during their lifetime, and they all returned to this room after death because of a common bond.

"How come I don't hate him?"

It has been a long time, but the hatred in the eyes of the old man has not diminished in the slightest. Being betrayed and betrayed by his best friend is an eternal obsession in the old man's heart.

"Master, if you want him to pay the price he deserves, now is a great opportunity!" Han Fei was sitting next to the old man with a takeaway box. If someone saw this scene outside the window, he might still think it was very good. harmonious.

"The luck of the mall owner is exchanged with a well. The more important to him, the more things he can exchange. He leaned on that well and went all the way smoothly. When he failed, he went to sacrifice to others, but Now there is no one close to him." Han Fei took out his mobile phone: "Some time ago, the employees of the thrift store died one after another, very frequently, but the boss's business did not improve, and the well was no longer able to improve. Give him any help anymore."

"A selfish person like him will sooner or later ruin his family, lose his wife and die, and finally die miserably in loneliness." The old man's gaze slowly turned away from the photo, and he looked at Han Fei: "I want to help you, but I 'S family can't leave this room."

"Can't leave?"

"This is also part of the transaction. When he gave up all hope, he took me to the department store. He said that he wanted me to see the industry we worked hard together, but in fact he wanted me to see the opening of the shrine. On the black cloth. Under the witness of that shrine, I personally threw the photo of all the family members into the well. He said that only in this way can all the lost souls get together again. However, the corresponding price must be paid. They can never leave this room. As long as they step out of the room, their souls will be sucked into the well and become the nourishment of the shrine."

The hatred of the old people's family gathered together was very terrifying after alienation, but alone is not as terrible as the six-fingered child.

"If I bring back the photo of you in the well, can you leave?" Han Fei vaguely remembered seeing a lot of photos floating in the well last night. Among them was the photo of the elderly family: "I can put this together. Let me take my life to help you get back the photo, so that you will be free forever. But after I get the photo, I hope you can also go with me to find the boss for revenge."

The old man did not immediately agree, his cloudy eyes stared at Han Fei for a long time: "The dragon slayer will also become a new dragon. I hope you can make a different choice than him."

The deep words seem to contain deep meaning, and this memory world seems to be made up of different choices.

"Then you agree?" Han Fei stood up holding the takeaway box, "I will try to bring you that picture with you tomorrow morning."

The goal has been achieved, Han Fei got up to say hello to the photo, and then prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." The old man raised the envelope in his hand: "Aren't you curious about what's written in it?"

"I am not curious about what is written in the letter, but I know that the mall owner values ​​the letter very much. There must be something unfavorable to him in it. It is inconvenient for me to carry such things around, so returning the property to the original owner is the safest way. "The letter has been badly rotted, and the handwriting is illegible. If you open it rashly, it will destroy the letter.

"This letter contains the last trace of your boss's confession. In the letter, he mentioned a woman's name to me. That woman was his ex-wife, named Xu Meng. She especially liked wearing skirts. Your boss also liked her the most during her lifetime. One of his skirts was kept at home, but when I was taken to the well in the department store, I saw that skirt was also thrown into the well." The old man seemed to have said too much today, and his face became paler. The blood vessels are like tiny chains wrapped around the skin.

"Xu Meng..." Han Fei met a woman who kept trying on dresses on the third floor of a department store. She seemed to be the ex-wife of the store owner: "Understand, I will try to take out the dress and photos together."

"It's not just her." The old man raised his finger: "I see you still have a wig in your package. Your boss's brother wore a wig before he was alive. He is responsible for organizing various charity activities for your boss. I bought a new house in Shaheyuan with full money."

"The owner of the mall has a younger brother? But I remember he was always alone."

"His brother hasn't escaped his poisonous hand. You can take that wig and go to No.10, District 4, Shaheyuan." The old man picked up a zong leaf on the ground, looked at the **** veins on it, and stretched out his hand to gently brush it. Before, it seemed to be touching the skin of his child: "You hold this zongye, maybe it can help you a little bit."

"Okay, I'll pass now."

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

Walking out of the residential building, Han Fei's heartbeat finally returned to normal when the sun shone on him again.

The pressure on him from that family was too great. If the old man did not show up at the end, he might have been torn to pieces.

"It feels like walking a tightrope. If you are not careful, you will be crushed." Han Fei felt that if he didn't become an actor in the future, he could really consider becoming a policeman. You can become a small gang leader, and maybe you can take everyone to surrender in a few months.

Intentionally avoiding surveillance, Han Fei took the takeaway box and went directly to No.10, District 4, Shaheyuan. A lot of small white flowers were planted around this building.

It is winter, and Han Fei has no impression that any small white flowers will bloom in winter.

What is even more bizarre is that what he saw with his eyes was completely opposite.

In the right eye, there were small flowers all over the floor, but in the left eye, I saw a shaking baby skull.

"This flower is a bit evil."

Moving on, when Han Fei walked to the entrance of the corridor, he found a middle-aged woman standing in the garden trimming flowers.

"Auntie, can you help me open the door downstairs?" Han Fei carried the takeaway box with some effort, and stopped next to the middle-aged woman.

"I don't live in this building, I just watch the flowers and plants here are unattended, so I came to water them." The aunt is very nice, and she speaks softly, very softly: "Did you read the wrong address? Yes? I remember there are no people in this building."

"impossible?"

"The earliest owner of this building was a very young rich man. He was very caring and helped many children. He set up a charity foundation with his brother. But God is not long-sighted. He drowned on the night of his thirtieth birthday. His elder brother was distraught and reserved this house to commemorate his only relative." The middle-aged woman sympathized with each other: "Hey, many of the children he helped have returned to when they grew up. Here, I took all kinds of things and wanted to pay homage to him, but his brother insisted on not letting the children spend money, and just let them plant a flower in front of the house. Over time, this building became the most beautiful building in Shaheyuan."

The middle-aged woman is very talkative, and she keeps telling Han Fei how many good things the owner of the house has done before and what a great person she is.

"I did charity for three years, and then bought the most expensive house in Shahe with the full amount. It was really amazing." Han Fei waited for the middle-aged woman to leave, and came to the corridor door alone.

Before Huang Ying brought him a skill book on unlocking from the shallow world, Han Fei also used his free time to study. He was going to observe the door lock types and try to use the unlocking skills, but who knew that just a light pull, the door will opened.

The seemingly sturdy iron gate was not locked, it was always concealed.

"The brother of the mall owner has been helping him with charity. Maybe he can find some clues in his room."

From the outside, this building is the most beautiful building in the entire Shaheyuan, but after entering the corridor, you can see withered white petals and all kinds of smelly debris everywhere.

"The owner of the mall asks the children who have been helped to plant flowers here. Is he looking for a new trading target?"

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

"It's a crazy and weird world."

When he came to room ten, Han Fei just raised his hand to knock on the door, and the anti-theft door opened by himself.

"Someone?"

Carrying the takeaway box and stopping at the door, Han Fei was hesitant to go in directly when a strange noise suddenly came from the living room.

"Snapped!"

Following the sound, the photo frame hung in the living room fell to the ground, and an old yellowed photo fell in front of Han Fei.

There are two men with completely different looks and temperament standing on the photo. One of them is the store owner, the lower one, and the other man is handsome, but there is a skin on his face that is obviously different from the other skin, which seems to be irregular. Skin grafts have been done in the hospital.

"He's Boss Gu's brother?"

Taking out the wig from the takeaway box, Han Fei opened the door and leaned half of his body into the house.

The luxuriously decorated living room is full of photos of a man. He seems to be very beautiful and dissatisfied with his face. His face is different in every photo.

"Don't stand at the door, come in." A very tired voice came from the depths of the room, and the owner of the voice seemed to be seriously ill.

"Excuse me, I have something I want to give you."

Stepping on the dusty floor, before Han Fei took a few steps, he saw a strand of black hair squeezing out from the bedroom door.

"Come here, I am here." The voice sounded strange, as if something was pouring out of the speaker's mouth.

The bedroom door slowly opened, but it was not the owner who came out, but a bundle of dirty black hair.

"Help me, I can't breathe anymore, my belly keeps growing hair, help me!"

The black hair clings to the wall, flooding the corridor like a flood, rushing towards Han Fei.

"I'm just delivering food, and I have to pay extra for a haircut." The landlord's ring did not respond, and Han Fei became bolder, and he clenched the bladeless knife.

"Death!"

Sunlight finally came into the dim attic all the year round, and Han Fei stepped on his black hair to the bedroom door.

The knife fell with his hand, and the black "river" was instantly cut off.

Without stopping, Han Fei went upstream and caught the man drowning in black hair.

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

"You have become such a ghost~www.mtlnovel.com~ but there is no hatred in your heart?"

The strength of a man is probably equivalent to the resentment that has just formed, which allows Han Fei to regain his confidence.

Finally found a bully, Han Fei tried to drag him to the living room, but the man's hair had grown together with the entire bedroom. After cutting it off, new ones would grow out soon.

"Thank you, I feel better already." As long as a man opens his mouth to speak, hair will emerge from his mouth. He is skinny, but his belly is bulging and very deformed.

"You are the younger brother of the department store owner? In the photo, you are handsome and handsome, how come you have become like this now?"

"I..." The man glanced weakly at Han Fei, and then asked the first question after a moment of indulgence: "Is my brother dead?"

"You guys are really brotherly, and you ask such direct questions as soon as you speak." Han Fei shook his head: "If he dies, I won't come to you."

"Isn't dead yet? He pushed his wife, children, best friend, and only relatives into the well. Why can such a person survive?" The man was lying on the bed, his eyes blank, his head A very obvious scar seems to have been burned out by fire.

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