On my first night on the job, I memorized the prices of all the items in the thrift store, memorized their placement, helped a bullied deliveryman, and accidentally killed a criminal suspect.
The owner of the shrine recorded all this in detail in his diary. He was already under great pressure, and after accidentally killing someone, he almost collapsed.
His mother was seriously ill in the hospital and needed money urgently. He worked two jobs day and night and worked hard, but fate played a big joke on him.
"kill?"
Every word in the diary is filled with suffocating despair and uneasiness. From those scrawled handwritings, it can be seen that the owner of the shrine is in a very bad mental state.
Just looking at the words in the diary, Han Fei's mood began to drop. It seemed that those words were written by himself and were affecting his mood all the time.
"If the owner of the shrine wants to save his mother, he must use all his time to raise money. If he is involved in the murder case, he may not even have the chance to see his mother for the last time."
Han Fei stared at the scrawled words in the diary. He reached out and tore off the page of the diary, took a pen and erased all the words.
In order to prevent traces of the text from being visible on the back of the paper, Han Fei smeared both sides, then tore the page into pieces and soaked it in water.
After they were all soaked, he flushed them into the sewer in batches.
"My emotions are being affected by this diary, and my moods rise and fall with the words in the diary. I cannot change the key memory nodes of this memory world. I myself am still being assimilated by this memory world, and may slowly change
It must be the same as the owner of the shrine."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Han Fei quickly hid the diary: "It's coming, it's coming! Don't worry!"
Opening the door, Han Fei saw a fat woman standing at the door. She was wearing an ill-fitting red coat and smelled of cheap fragrance.
"I feel sorry for you, so I asked you to pay the rent one month late, but you are so unkind! If I don't tell you, will you continue to live in secret like this?" The woman's voice was very rough, and it sounded a bit harsh: "I
You’re not a charity person, please pay me the rent you owe me immediately, or else pack up and get out!”
"I still owe one month's rent?"
"Pretending to be confused?" The woman's expression became even worse, and she slapped her fat hand directly on the door panel: "Have you learned to act rogue at a young age?"
"Sister, listen to me, I will definitely make up for the rent. But I hope you can give me a little more grace. I just found a job and I don't have any money." Han Fei mobilized his emotions to the limit. At this time,
He was at the end of his rope, as if he was the only one left in the world.
All in all, Han Fei tried his best to buy himself a few more days by using his master's acting skills and eloquence honed in the deep world.
After the landlady left, Han Fei's mood dropped by three points.
"In this memory world, humans are no easier to deal with than ghosts."
After closing the door, Han Fei looked at the little rice left in the kitchen and sighed softly: "Is this what the owner of the shrine has experienced? But I can go to Wang Ping'an's house to get some rice."
Taking off his muddy coat and shoes, Han Fei began to rummage through boxes and cabinets in search of something he could wear, and checked his pockets to see if he had any change.
After searching for a long time, Han Fei gave up. The original owner of the house told Han Fei what it means to have a pocket cleaner than a face based on the actual situation.
"The owner of the house only has one bank card, and the key is the password. I don't know the password." Han Fei is extremely short of money now. He doesn't even have the most basic living security: "We can't go on like this. I have to at least ensure that I have enough to eat every day."
OK."
Eating is not simply to fill your stomach, the process of eating is also a kind of enjoyment and satisfaction, which has a great impact on your mental state and mood.
After drinking a large glass of water, Han Fei lay on the bed. He took out his mobile phone and started looking for work opportunities during the day. But not long after he lay down, the door was knocked again. This time the knock was louder than last time.
Even bigger.
"Who is it again?"
Han Fei stood up and opened the door. Standing outside was a man wearing a floral shirt. He looked to be in his early thirties and dressed in a fashionable manner.
"How was your 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 directly into the house and sat on Han Fei's bed: "It completely meets your requirements. It's just that
I work the night shift and the salary is quite high. Let me tell you, in order to find you this job, I relied on many connections to get it done."
Han Fei had no impression of this man at all. He didn't close the door, but stood by the door and looked at him in confusion.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" The man lit a cigarette and said, "I've found a job for you. Shouldn't you pay me the agency fee?"
In just a few words, Han Fei roughly determined the identity of the other party. He was a shady intermediary. The original owner of the shrine had been ill and had taken medical treatment indiscriminately. As a result, with the help of this shady intermediary, he became a night shift clerk in a second-hand supermarket.
"How much?" Han Fei is a good law-abiding citizen and rarely uses shady means to deal with things unless there are special circumstances.
"One thousand and fifty! It was agreed upon at the beginning." The man in the flowered shirt took out a signed contract from his pocket, with a red fingerprint on it: "What? Are you planning to default on the debt after you start working?"
Slowly closing the door, Han Fei felt that he was in a special situation now.
He didn't know what the shrine owner had chosen, so he was prepared to solve it in his own way.
"Can you give me a few days' grace? I've just started working. How about I give it to you next month?"
"Brother knows that you are short of money now, but we can't break the contract. I'm just an errand boy." The man smoked a cigarette and pretended to be thoughtful: "Well, I'll take you to a place that can solve your urgent needs."
The man didn't know whether he sensed danger or was just lucky. He stood up and reopened the door: "Let's go, don't be stunned."
Han Fei was in urgent need of rest now. Staying up late for a long time was not good for his health. He checked the time and finally decided to leave with the man.
"Where are you going?"
"You'll know when we get there."
The flowered shirt led Han Fei out of the community that was about to be demolished. They walked a long way through the dilapidated alleys, going around here and there, and finally entered a chess and card room.
Thick smoke was floating in the air. The environment of this chess and card room was very poor, and there were not many people inside.
"Why did you bring me here? I never play cards." Han Fei acted like a student who knew nothing. He wanted to go back, but was caught by the flower shirt.
"Don't leave in a hurry! We're already here."
He opened the bamboo curtain at the end of the chess and card room, revealing a fairly clean office.
The windows were closed, and anti-theft nets were installed outside. Residual blood stains could be seen vaguely on the floor. The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts. There was a statue of Guan Gong on the desk, and a picture of a dragon and a tiger hung on the wall next to it.
Leather shoes made a heavy sound on the ground. Not long after Han Fei and Flower Shirt came in, the bamboo curtain was opened again.
A very tall man with a scar on his cheek entered the room. Without saying a word, he sat directly on the only sofa in the room.
Not long after the tall man came in, the door behind Han Fei was slammed shut, and a fat man weighing more than 200 pounds guarded the door.
The fat man's face was full of flesh, and on his exposed skin, there was a tattoo of a ferocious mountain tiger.
"Brother Li, he is the student who asked me to find a job before." The flower shirt became extremely well-behaved in front of the scarred man, and did not dare to speak too loudly.
The man with a scar on his face still said nothing, but stretched out his hand.
Hua Shirt immediately understood what the other party meant and quickly handed the paper with Han Fei's fingerprints to him.
Scarface glanced briefly, then took out six hundred dollars from the drawer and threw it on the table.
"Brother Li, isn't this a little too little? Last time it was half and half..."
"Is it less?" Scarface looked up at the flowered shirt. The man immediately gave up, picked up the money on the table and ran out.
He was very discerning and did not forget to close the door after leaving.
"Your name is Han Fei, right?" Scarface put away the piece of paper, then took out something new and put it on the desk: "I'll help you pay back the money you owe him."
"Thank you." Han Fei's expression had changed. His eyes were full of uneasiness. He stepped back, but he met the fat man with a fleshy face.
"Don't be afraid, I just heard that your mother is sick and you need money urgently. I can lend you part of it." Scarface tapped his fingers on the table: "As long as you sign this contract, you can take it now
The money goes away.”
"Is it that simple?" Han Fei walked to the table and what Scarface took out was an IOU with compound interest. He borrowed money here and might have to pay it back twice as much in less than a month.
"Has the original owner of the shrine been forced by them?" Han Fei put down the IOU, his face uncertain.
"I have paid you the money in advance. If you don't owe this new IOU, you won't be able to go out today." Scarface lit a cigarette. He didn't take Han Fei seriously at all: "Pay back the debt.
, it’s a matter of course, you don’t understand such a simple truth, right?”
The fat man with a sinewy face also came over and stood behind Han Fei.
For a student who has just entered society, the pressure brought by these two gangsters is still great.
"I can sign it, but can you lend me more money?" Han Fei timidly asked Scarface.
"How much do you want to borrow?" Scarface suddenly became interested. He was not afraid of Han Fei borrowing money, but he was afraid that Han Fei would refuse to borrow money.
"Fifty thousand, I'll pay you back in the middle of next month."
"Fifty thousand?" Scarface stared at Han Fei's face. After confirming it for a while, a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, but if it's fifty thousand, you won't be signing this IOU."
He took out two more contracts from the drawer, one of which was an agreement to voluntarily give up his body.
Putting the contract on the table, as if to persuade Han Fei, Scarface directly took out 20,000 yuan from the locked drawer and put it on the table: "Sign it, you can take the money and leave now after signing.
"
Picking up the contract, Han Fei read it over and over again and shook his head: "I can't possibly sign this agreement to give up my body. Besides, the interest you want is too high. I can only accept an annual interest rate of 2% at most."
"Are you negotiating terms with us?" The fat man with a sinister face laughed directly: "I have seen naive people, but I have never seen such naive people."
He moved his wrist and his finger bones creaked.
"If you don't accept it, forget it." Han Fei tore up the agreement to give up his body. Regardless of whether the agreement was binding or not, he would not touch these things.
He didn't care whether the original owner of the shrine signed it or not. He wouldn't leave his name on the agreement anyway.
"The fifteen hundred yuan will be paid back to you after I pay my salary." After saying this, Han Fei walked towards the door, but as soon as he turned around, he heard the whistling wind in his ears.
Han Fei ducked sideways, and the fat man punched the air and landed on the desk.
"You're hiding pretty fast?" The fat man with a sinister face was a little surprised. He suddenly launched an attack that ordinary people could rarely dodge.
"You made the first move." Han Fei knew very well that the other party had no intention of letting him go.
"We attack first, what can you do? We just tell you what the price will be if you don't pay back the money!" The fat man picked up a solid wooden stick from the table and swung it at Han Fei.
Seeing that the opponent was attacking with all his strength, Han Fei was not polite at all. His movements were much faster than that of the fat man.
After dodging the fat man's first blow, Han Fei kicked the opponent's knees violently, grabbed his wrist, and walked around him when the fat man withdrew his strength.
When the fat man fell forward, Han Fei twisted the fat man's arm upwards with all his strength. The man's entire arm was instantly dislocated, and the sound of dislocated bones was extremely horrifying.
Screams resounded in the room, and one of the fat man's arms was crippled. Normally, he would have stopped at this time, but Han Fei didn't say a word, grabbed the fat man's other arm and twisted it off.
With his ears twitching slightly, Han Fei noticed an unusual sound behind him. Without even looking, he grabbed the fat man's limp arm and blocked it behind him.
The solid wooden stick hit the fat man on the back of his hand, and he let out another heart-piercing cry, but no one cared about his feelings.
Kicking the desk over, when Scarface was blocked, Han Fei grabbed the ashtray filled with cigarette butts and threw it at Scarface.
Almost as soon as the ashtray flew out, Han Fei rushed over.
Scarface was knocked down by Han Fei just as he dodged the ashtray. Before he could react, he was punched in the temple.
The world was spinning, and when Scarface was trying to stand still, he suddenly found that his wrist was being held by someone, and a very bad feeling emerged in his heart.
"ah!"
His wrist was bent inward at an incredible angle. Before Scarface could feel the pain, his head was hit hard on the desk.
I feel dizzy, my ears are ringing, pain is coming from all parts of my body, and my mouth seems to be bleeding.
It took a full thirty seconds for Scarface to regain consciousness. He found that his arms had lost consciousness and his head was being pressed by a hand.
"I'll repay you the fifteen hundred yuan after I've paid my salary next month. Do you have any objections?" Han Fei did not default on the bill, because the shrine owner owed the fifteen hundred yuan.
"No objection, no objection!"
"Calm down, you won't end up like this just for the sake of 1,500 yuan. It really won't happen." Scarface gasped: "You are still a student and have a bright future, so don't be impulsive."
"The future?" Han Fei looked at the 20,000 yuan on the table: "I borrowed the 20,000 yuan. Calculated according to the interest rate of the bank loan, I will pay it back to you next year with interest."
"Isn't this not good?" Scarface said tremblingly: "We are also running errands below. If we can't receive interest, we need to use our own money to make up for it."
Han Fei didn't listen to the other party's words at all, but opened the drawer directly and found that there was not much money left in it.
"If borrowing money from the bank didn't require various documents and mortgages, would I need to go to you? The same interest rate as the bank is already my limit." Han Fei could have taken the money away directly, but he always felt that doing so would
It caused bad things, so he decided to make the same choice as the owner of the shrine and borrow money.
The owner of the shrine was tricked by a black intermediary and must have been brought here. With the ability of the owner at that time, there was a high probability that he would be forced to sign an IOU.
"That's... okay." Scarface glanced at the fat man who was still screaming. Now it wasn't a question of agreement at all, but that if he didn't agree, he might not be able to save his arm: "Let's write an IOU, that's it.
Write according to the interest rate you mentioned."
"I promised you verbally, don't worry, I will definitely pay it back within a year." Han Fei took the 20,000 yuan away: "I'm different from you, I'm a good person."
Han Fei released his hand holding Scarface's head and reassured the two people in the room: "You know where I work and where I live. If I run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. You can always supervise me. But remember
, if you dare to go to the hospital and touch my sick mother..."
Grabbing a solid wooden stick on the ground, Han Fei aimed it at the desk next to Scarface and smashed it against it.
Only a loud noise was heard, the solid wooden stick was broken, and sawdust flew into the air.
"Understood! Understood!" Scarface responded quickly. He was really frightened by Han Fei.
"I will pay you back, see you later."
After Han Fei walked away, Scarface breathed a sigh of relief.
“Are all contemporary college students so fierce?”
After finishing the matter, Han Fei walked out of the hut, and the man in the floral shirt had long disappeared.
Han Fei didn't bother the other party. He was in urgent need of rest now because his mood level had begun to drop inexplicably again.
"Why am I feeling depressed? I borrowed emergency money at a low interest rate based on my ability, so I should feel happy. Is it because I violated certain principles?"
After leaving the chess and card room, Han Fei walked through the complicated alleys to go home.
People were coming and going on the road, which was very lively, but Han Fei felt that he was different from them and could not integrate into this repetitive and monotonous world.
Speeding up, Han Fei walked across the stone bridge. When he entered the second alley, he saw the homeless man again.
The homeless man huddled in the corner with a bruised nose and face, as if he had just been beaten by someone. He was holding his tattered cotton-padded jacket and hugging the lame dog, looking very pitiful.
“Would I still be able to sympathize with others in a world like this?”
Han Fei tightened his grip on the money in his pocket. He did not enter the alley, but turned around and went to the street outside to buy meat buns for three people and two bottles of water.
Returning to the alley again, he did not give the homeless man money directly, but placed the hot meat buns 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 when he saw Baozi, then he clasped his hands and thanked Han Fei constantly. He repeated a few words in his mouth to thank the good people. Good people have a safe life and good rewards.
Han Fei felt that there seemed to be some other meaning in the tramp's words, but no matter how he asked, the tramp would not answer and just kept repeating himself.
"Do good people really get rewarded? The shrine owner's mother also taught him this, and he even wrote this sentence in his diary."
Without disturbing the homeless man again, Han Fei walked towards his rented place.
As soon as he reached the end of the alley, he saw a child carrying a blue schoolbag, huddled alone in the corner, seemingly crying.
"It should be past school time now, right?" Han Fei wasn't going to meddle in other people's business, but when he passed by the child, he saw several toys in front of the child. Those toys were the same as those of the murdered boy in the second-hand supermarket.
It's a series.
Stopping, Han Fei squatted in front of the child: "Kid, why don't you go to school?"
The boy raised his head, with tears still on his face: "My father doesn't let me go to school, and he doesn't let me play with other children. He said that bad things will happen to me after I go to that school, and that my mother is sick because of it."
because I."
"This is the first time I've heard that parents don't let their children go to school. Is your father a doctor?" Han Fei asked casually.
"I don't know." The boy shook his head: "My father never told me what he did. He always went out after dawn and came back before dark. He was very smelly and it took a lot of soap to wash it off.
.”
"Very smelly?" Before Han Fei could react, the child suddenly put away the toys on the ground and looked behind Han Fei nervously.
"Is someone coming?" Han Fei turned around and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes standing quietly a few meters behind him.
"January, have I ever told you not to talk to strangers casually?" The man completely ignored Han Fei. His voice could not be described as harsh. He felt as if he was threatening the child.
Walking quickly, the man in a suit pulled the boy up: "Follow me home! If you run outside again, your mother's illness will become more serious!"
"Toy, dad, the toy is still on the ground..."
The man didn't listen to the child at all, picked him up and walked towards the residential building where Han Fei rented.
"What a strange man. The temperament he exudes is completely different from the residents I met before..." Han Fei stared at the man's back, his eyes suddenly widened!
When the man in the suit was walking around, Han Fei saw a face tattoo on his neck!
"Ten fingers?"
The Ten Fingers in the deep world, every time they kill a person, they will carve a head on their body to imprison the soul of the dead person.
"It's probably not a coincidence. I didn't expect them to be so close to me!"
