Han Fei spent most of tonight in hallucinations, and it was too late to smash the wall now.
In order not to be discovered by his boss, Han Fei restored the shelves after remembering the location of the well.
He walked in the underground warehouse with a shovel and pickaxe on his back, carefully feeling the coolness coming from the landlord's ring. There were many more unclean things in the underground warehouse than on the ground.
"What's this?"
There is a carved wooden box placed on a shelf very close to the shrine. It looks a bit like an antique. As long as you get close to it, you will feel a gust of cold wind.
Han Fei wore gloves and opened the wooden box. There were several blackened rice dumpling leaves inside. The surface of the leaves was stained with moldy white rice and worm-infested candied dates, but the strange thing was that the rice dumpling leaves themselves were intact.
"This rice dumpling leaf looks so strange. The leaf veins are like dense blood vessels. Could this be a meat rice dumpling?"
After peeling back the rice dumpling leaves, there was a letter at the bottom of the wooden box. Three words could barely be seen on the envelope - a gift to an old friend.
Enduring the intense discomfort, Han Fei found a plastic bag and took out the letter. He wiped off the blood scab on the envelope and saw an address.
"No. 19, Shaheyuan, Baicheng District? I remember that the family who ordered white rice every night also lived in Shaheyuan."
Baicheng District is the richest district, and Shaheyuan is where rich people live.
"You have to have a strong relationship to give out meat dumplings like this during the holidays?"
Han Fei put a rice dumpling leaf and letter paper into a plastic bag. He planned to take these things to Shaheyuan after dawn.
In addition to rice dumpling leaves, Han Fei also found a large number of goods that exuded yin energy in the warehouse, including precious silks and satins, meat grinders full of rust marks, and old-fashioned square box TVs that had been obsolete for many years.
"There is at least one 'dirty item' on every shelf, and they are all placed facing the shrine, as if they are offerings to the shrine."
Han Fei scanned the shelves. He was going to take out these "dirty things" sealed in the warehouse and let them see the light of day again.
"In the shrine owner's hallucination, all ghosts and monsters are controlled by the shrine, and everyone around him is an accomplice, but is this really the case?"
"He was in an extremely desperate situation, completely dominated by negative thoughts, coupled with the temptation of the shrine, so he saw such a hopeless world."
"Maybe that kind of world is what the mall owner wants him to see. In reality, all the good things that are close to the owner of the shrine will be torn to pieces and turned into an even uglier despair. He just wants to turn the owner of the shrine into a monster step by step.
, turned into a slave kneeling under the shrine.”
"After experiencing so many things, I can be said to be the person who understands him best in this memory world, but understanding does not mean that I will follow the same path as him."
In the hallucination, Han Fei was driven to a dead end by all the ghosts. Now Han Fei not only did not hate those ghosts, but also wanted to take them out of the warehouse.
"They are persecuted and bullied by the shrine, and they cannot even find peace after death. If there is anyone in this world who can help me, it will definitely be among them."
There was too much to move at once, so Han Fei could only pick out a few small items that were easy to carry and difficult to find, and stuffed them into the old lady's package.
By the time he left the underground warehouse, there was already a paper airplane folded into a love letter, a wig covered with cobwebs, a fleshy rice dumpling leaf, and the letter in his bag.
Han Fei used the same technique as cleaning a murder scene to restore everything in the store. Then he walked out of the thrift store carrying the old lady's package and went to the donation box behind the shopping mall building.
Oriole once brought her here once. The donation box built by the shopping mall owner was not far from the building's garbage disposal area. Maybe the shopping mall owner subconsciously felt that charity was just to find a better place for the garbage.
Taking out the key and opening the donation box, Han Fei put the old lady's package away.
Maybe it's because he has participated in solving too many murder cases. Han Fei is very good at handling things like scene. Fortunately, he is not a bad person. If one day he really goes astray, then there may be another super person in Xinhu.
criminal.
Back in the store, Han Fei lay on the counter to catch up on his sleep as if nothing had happened.
"Ding dong, ding dong..."
Just before dawn, the store door was pushed open and a man wearing a black coat entered the store.
From his hat to his shoes, he was all black, as if he had just attended a funeral.
The man didn't talk to Han Fei and walked around the store alone, finally stopping in front of the shrine covered with black cloth.
"Do you need anything?" Han Fei stood at the counter and asked with a hint of sleepiness.
"I wanted to buy this shrine last time, but the waiter said he couldn't make up his mind and needed to ask the boss for advice." The man slowly turned around: "It's been so many days, I wonder how you guys are thinking about it?"
It was very cold outside, but the man was only wearing a very thin coat. He also had a very complicated black tattoo on his neck, as if a giant python was devouring several human heads.
"Can you tell me which clerk received you? I can contact you." Han Fei patted his face gently, as if forcing himself to stay awake.
"Thank you for your kindness, but he should be here soon." The man glanced at Han Fei for a few times and soon lost interest.
He seems to care more about the used goods in the store than the living people in this world.
Ten minutes later, the door of the thrift store was pushed open again, and Pei Yang, with bloodshot eyes, appeared at the door of the store. He was disheveled and his hair was messy. He seemed to have been woken up just after falling asleep.
"Why are you here?" Han Fei was a little surprised.
Pei Yang waved his hand and went straight to the man in black. The two chatted in low voices for a long time. During this period, Pei Yang looked at Han Fei from time to time, as if he was afraid that Han Fei would notice something.
About ten minutes later, Pei Yang walked up to Han Fei and said, "Brother, I see your leg is injured. You should leave work early today. Go back and have a good rest, and come to take over early in the evening."
"Can your body hold up? You left just after eleven o'clock last night, and now you're back before dawn..."
"Leave me alone, go back to sleep." Pei Yang kept urging Han Fei to leave.
"That man doesn't look like a good person. Please be careful and don't get tricked." Han Fei reminded him kindly.
"Okay, okay, got it."
Han Fei was very happy to get off work early. He checked his accounts with Pei Yang and then walked out of the thrift store, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
The moment he walked out of the store, Han Fei had murderous intent in his eyes. He could clearly see that the tattoo of a human head on the man's neck was the same as the one on Qizhi.
"Why did Pei Yang get involved with Shi Zhi?"
The conversation between Pei Yang and the man in black was very quiet just now, but Han Fei had the broken right ear of the owner of the shrine, and he heard everything the two said.
Pei Yang had already discovered part of the mall owner's secret. He felt that he would be the next to die, so he took the initiative to seek help from the man in black.
The man in black is a private detective by profession and has been investigating things related to shopping malls. It can be said that he and Pei Yang hit it off.
"Seven Fingers and Eight Fingers were killed, and the remaining fingers are about to take action. Pei Yang is very smart, but he found the wrong partner to cooperate with. Joining forces with Ten Fingers can only be said to be a sheep in the tiger's mouth."
Just now Han Fei risked being discovered and reminded Pei Yang, but now Pei Yang was panicking and couldn't listen to what others said.
"I hope he can survive until the end."
When a disaster approaches, everyone tries their best to save themselves, but some people choose the wrong method. Rather than saving themselves, they commit suicide.
It was already dark outside the shopping mall. After making sure that no one was around, Han Fei walked to the donation box and took away the old lady's package.
"get off work."
After walking across the stone bridge, Han Fei lowered his head and glanced at the quietly flowing sand river. His reflection in the river was a little blurry, not very similar to himself, as if he was another person standing in the river looking at him.
"Hurry back and take a nap, and then go to Shaheyuan with Wang Ping'an at noon."
Han Fei rubbed his hands. The weather was getting colder and it was time for him to buy some thick clothes.
Bypassing the park and entering an alley, Han Fei stopped before walking far.
There are two alleys between the department store and the place where he rents. The homeless man usually hides in the alley near the community, but today he appeared in the alley near the department store.
Seeing Han Fei coming, the homeless man climbed up from the wooden box and stretched out his hands in front of Han Fei, as if asking Han Fei for food.
After not seeing each other for a day and a night, the tramp's legs seemed to be lame, and now he was just like the dog in the wooden box.
His hair was unkempt, his clothes were ragged, and his hands were covered in mud.
In the past, a homeless man would never take the initiative to block the road and beg for food, but today he seems to be a little abnormal.
"It's not completely dark yet, and the breakfast stall didn't open yesterday. I can't buy you anything now." Han Fei continued to walk forward, and the homeless man suddenly grabbed Han Fei's clothes. He was dirty.
His hands left stains on Han Fei's clerk uniform.
Slowly narrowing his eyes, Han Fei didn't say anything harsh to the homeless man, nor did he use brute force to break free.
He gently grabbed the man's wrist: "It seems you are starving. Let me go to the mall and have a look. I remember there is a convenience store open 24 hours a day."
There was nothing unusual about his expression, and Han Fei smiled very warmly.
Seeing that he was about to go back the same way, the tramp let go of his hand.
Two minutes later, Han Fei was no longer visible on the street. The homeless man was about to go back to stay near the wooden box when the door of a house next to him suddenly opened.
A man wearing a hospital nurse's uniform walked out, holding a bright sharp knife in his hand.
"You save him?" The man grabbed the homeless man's neck and slammed him against the wall: "You like to do good deeds so much, then you should die for him!"
Just as the blade of the knife was pointing downwards and about to pierce the homeless man's abdomen, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the alley.
Han Fei didn't go far at all, he kept hiding around the corner.
Without considering the consequences, Han Fei threw the man to the ground.
"You really have a problem! I asked you why I've never seen you before!" When the man saw Han Fei returning, his face was full of excitement: "A stranger has appeared in this unchanging world. Whose memory are you?"
The man couldn't feel pain and was much stronger than ordinary people. He easily locked one of Han Fei's arms.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. I will make you into a can and imprison you in my bedroom."
The man grabbed Han Fei's neck with his other hand. When he tried hard to throw Han Fei to the ground, Han Fei's fisted right hand suddenly stabbed the man in the heart.
"You can't even fight? You're laughing, can your fist still penetrate my chest?"
The evil smile at the corner of his mouth slowly solidified, and the man felt a chill in his chest: "How can a body with condensed memories feel cold?"
Looking down, the light of the early sun shone in Han Fei's hands, and a bright knife appeared in the man's eyes.
Hold the knife in your backhand and chop upward!
The nurse's head was cut off at an angle by the blade.
The body melted in the sun, and the nurse stared at Han Fei in disbelief. Before he could even touch the tattoo on his neck, he was already beheaded by Han Fei.
"I, I remember your face..."
"That's so verbose." Han Fei moved his wrist and got up from the ground: "He has six heads tattooed around his neck, which looks like a scarf. Does he have six fingers?"
Putting away the death knife, Han Fei looked back at the corner. The homeless man hugged his dog with a frightened expression, fearing that Han Fei would silence him.
