After coming out of the hallucination, Han Fei was obviously different from before.
Han Fei did what the owner of the shrine failed to do. All the changes he brought about after entering the memory world turned the gears of fate at this moment.
"Ding dong, ding dong..."
The door of the second-hand shopping mall was pushed open, and the prompt for customers to enter sounded. Han Fei turned to look at the door of the store.
A takeaway boy carrying a takeout box stood stupidly at the door. The expression on his face was dull and his mouth was slightly crooked.
"Safe?" Han Fei didn't expect that the delivery boy he had helped before would come over at this time: "Why don't you go home? What time is it?"
Wang Ping'an picked up the takeout box in his hand and shouted loudly: "I brought fried chicken."
"Did you bring me food?" Han Fei felt warm and asked Wang Ping'an to enter the store.
After he opened the takeout box, he saw the damaged fried chicken box and a very obvious shoe print on the top of the takeout box.
"Someone kicked over your takeout box?" Han Fei circled around Wang Ping'an, whose clothes were stained with mud, water and sauce.
"Fried chicken." Wang Ping'an didn't care about his stained clothes at all. He seemed to be protecting his treasure and placed the still hot fried chicken on the counter: "I can't finish it. I'll give it to you. I'll give you some."
Give some to daddy."
Looking at the two badly damaged boxes of fried chicken, Han Fei shook his head. It was unlikely that Wang Ping'an would buy so much fried chicken specifically. There might have been an accident on the way to delivery.
"Can you lend me your cell phone?"
Han Fei took Wang Ping'an's phone and opened the backend of the delivery boy's program. Not only did he get two more bad reviews, but he also paid the customer a meal fee at the full price.
"You lost money and you're still so happy?" Han Fei calculated that Wang Ping'an's work was in vain today.
"Fried chicken... is delicious." With a silly smile, Wang Ping'an opened a box of fried chicken and handed Han Fei a bottle of Coke that was almost out of gas.
Then he ate happily by himself, without thinking about anything, without having to fear or worry about anything. He ate the fried chicken with big mouthfuls, and his lips were soaked in oil.
Looking at Wang Ping'an, Han Fei had an unreal feeling. He didn't expect that there would be such "normal" people in such an abnormal world.
"Fortunately, I regained my sanity, otherwise if you come here tonight, you might even be killed by my own hands." Fate has changed. Han Fei also picked up the fried chicken and started eating it. These short ten minutes were not enough for him.
It is said to be the most relaxing time of the day.
After finishing the first box, Wang Ping'an took out the second box of fried chicken from the takeout box. He wanted to try another flavor, but he also felt that that box should be left for his father.
"Don't eat it yet. You'd better go home early and share it with your dad." Han Fei grabbed the second box of fried chicken and was about to put it in the takeout box. Only when he reached into the takeout box did he
Suddenly, Wang Ping'an discovered that the bottom of Wang Ping'an's takeout box was filled with boxes of white rice.
"So much rice? Or is it cooked?" Han Fei was a little confused: "Ping An, did you buy this rice yourself?"
"Takeout, all takeout." Wang Pingan pointed to his mobile phone: "I can't find the address. There are dead people in the house."
Han Fei suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. One second he thought it was very healing to stay with Wang Pingan, but the next second Wang Pingan said something shocking.
"Dead man? The takeout ordered by the dead man?"
"It's a dead person." Wang Ping'an was still smiling stupidly.
The fried chicken in his hand lost its flavor instantly. Han Fei wiped Wang Pingan's hands with a napkin and asked him to sit in front of him: "Where are you sending all this rice?"
"Upstream, Shaheyuan, Baicheng District." Wang Ping'an answered with great difficulty. Han Fei simply took his mobile phone to check, and soon he made a very horrifying discovery.
Every night in Shaheyuan, Baicheng District, someone orders white rice. The address they fill in is the same, and every time they order white rice from the same restaurant.
Unable to think about other things, Han Fei took out his mobile phone and dialed the number reserved by the hotel. No one answered the phone after ringing for a long time.
He tried to call Wang Ping'an again, but the phone only rang twice before being answered.
"Is something wrong? Did something happen to you?" A man's voice came from the phone, and you could tell that he was nervous.
Han Fei rolled his eyes and walked to the depths of the store with his mobile phone: "The address you gave is wrong. Why are there dead people in the house?"
"Bang!"
There was a sound from the mobile phone, and then the call was hung up directly.
After waiting for a while, the number just now was called again by Wang Pingan.
As soon as Han Fei answered the phone, he heard the boss's gasping voice, which he tried his best to suppress: "Brother, I definitely don't mean to harm you, but you are the only one who takes the order every time."
"So...why are there dead people in that house?"
"I really don't know! Shaheyuan is a wealthy area. There used to be a family who always loved to eat the food in our restaurant, but from a certain day they stopped ordering food and only ordered rice. I was curious and asked someone to ask.
After a while, I later found out that the family had been kidnapped and killed by the kidnappers several days ago! The key is that when the delivery man delivered the food, the whole family was at home!"
"People are dead, but they still order rice every day?"
"I don't know either! Anyway, now they still order rice at night, and in recent months, the number of customers ordering rice at night has increased! People live everywhere, and many takeaways don't dare to take such orders.
, only you don’t seem to be afraid of these. Wait a minute, your voice seems different from before?”
"Then guess who I am?" Before Han Fei finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone for the second time.
"The shop owner probably didn't lie." Han Fei returned to Wang Ping'an and looked at the white rice spread at the bottom of the takeout box: "The shop owner said that there have been more customers ordering rice at night in recent months, and all those customers are dead?
"
Looking at the introduction of the restaurant, Han Fei was surprised to find that this store was also opened by the owner of a department store. The man named Gu had built many buildings near Shahe and had many industries. But in the past year or two, he started to leave.
Unfortunately, many industries have gone bankrupt, leaving only department stores, Wugu Hotel and Shahe Private Hospital that have not completely closed down.
"Ping An, how many similar orders have you received? Just ordering a lot of white rice and strange dishes at night?"
Hearing Han Fei's inquiry, Wang Ping'an flipped through his phone. He proudly let Han Fei see the takeaway records he had delivered.
At first glance, it didn't matter. Han Fei's face turned green. No wonder Wang Ping'an, a silly boy, always ran out to deliver food at night. Most of his orders were for white rice.
"It's the ghost who feeds this guy..." Looking through the earlier takeout records, Wang Ping'an even took an order delivered to Han Fei's community, and the order address was the room of the hanged woman on the third floor.
"Is there something wrong with these white rice?" Han Fei took out a box and opened it. He flipped the rice with chopsticks. The rice was half-cooked and seemed to be mixed with embers of incense ash and paper money, so it looked dusty.
"Ping An, don't take any more orders to Shaheyuan in the future. Just because you can escape once doesn't mean you'll always be fine. If you walk too much at night, you might bump into ghosts..."
Wang Ping'an, who had always obeyed Han Fei, did not immediately agree to Han Fei's advice this time. He asked a very special question: "Are dead people ghosts? Why should I be afraid of dead people? Those who bully me are all living people."
"A living person may be bullying you for your money, but a dead person may be bullying you for your life." At this point, Han Fei suddenly thought of something, whether it was Wang Ping'an who was delivering food at night, or that person.
The old ladies who often come into the store at night don't seem to be afraid of ghosts, and the scariest ghosts in this memory world don't hurt them casually.
"The shrine owner has been instilled with the idea that good people will be rewarded since he was a child, but when he was a good person, he encountered all the misfortunes. He twisted into the most evil monster and became beyond recognition. But in his memory world,
He still subconsciously protects those good people. Until now, he probably still believes that good people will be rewarded, at least in his world."
Han Fei glanced at the good person title in his attribute column, and then looked at Wang Ping'an: "Ping'an, if you insist on delivering it, that's fine, but you have to take me to where those people live after daybreak."
"Which ones?" Wang Ping'an didn't understand Han Fei's words very well. His eyes were still looking at another box of fried chicken in the takeout box.
"For all those who have ordered this kind of white rice late at night, take me around their homes. If there is no danger, you can continue to take these orders." Han Fei had his own plan. He was already in the hallucination of the owner of the shrine.
He had seen those who died because of the shrine, and now he wanted to see them personally in the memory world.
This chapter has been completed!