In the temper of life and death, Han Fei's acting skills have reached a special state.
He put on the delivery boy's uniform without any extra performance, but he looked like a delivery boy who had been in the business for many years. His behavior, eyes and temperament were all impeccable.
When passing by the security booth, the security guard on duty not only did not stop him, but even gave Han Fei a bottle of water.
Entering the Shaheyuan residential area, this is the place with the best environment in Shahe. The community is like a park.
"The boss lives in Area 1, and the family who ordered the white rice lives in Area 9."
The entire Shaheyuan is divided into nine areas. Numbers 1 to 4 are on the right, and numbers 5 to 9 are on the left. The right side is obviously more lively than the left.
Following the ordering address, Han Fei came to a residential building in the deepest part of the community. There were almost no people around.
Carrying the takeout box, Han Fei walked up the steps and pressed the electronic doorbell at the entrance of the corridor.
Ding dong, ding dong kept ringing, but no one came out of the building.
"The entire building looks no different from other buildings in the community from the outside. The grass and gardens nearby are also taken care of every day, but there don't seem to be many people living in the building anymore."
Taking out his cell phone, Han Fei dialed the phone number left by the person who ordered the meal. There was always a busy signal on the phone and no one answered.
"The corridor door is locked. How did Wang Ping'an get in last night? Who opened the door for him?"
When Han Fei was worrying outside, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor. He looked up in surprise. An old man in his sixties was slowly walking downstairs with a mobile phone.
"Is he the person who ordered the meal? The person who ordered the meal is still alive?"
It's noon now, but the darkness in the corridor is a bit unusual.
The old man walked to the first floor, put the mobile phone to his ear, and said into the phone: "If you are really too busy, don't come back for the holidays this year. I am quite comfortable living alone."
After saying that, the old man hung up the phone. He walked to the corridor and glanced outside: "Who are you looking for?"
"I'm delivering food." Han Fei's phone still hasn't been dialed, but the call on the old man's side has ended. It's probably not him who ordered the food. It might have just been a small misunderstanding.
"Takeaway?" The old man stared at Han Fei for a long time before opening the corridor door: "Come in."
"Thank you, uncle." Han Fei was about to enter the corridor with the takeout box when a cold wind blew in his face, making him shiver.
"Young man, almost all the residents in the building have moved out. Who ordered takeout here?"
"The address is on the fourth floor, District 9, Shaheyuan. The house number is 19." Han Fei took out his mobile phone and took a pretending look.
"Fourth floor?" The old man was about to walk out, but after hearing Han Fei's words, he stopped: "Did you send the wrong one? There is no one living on the fourth floor."
"But this is the address they filled in."
The old man didn't speak anymore, just nodded and continued walking downstairs.
"Bang!"
When Han Fei reached the third floor, there was the sound of the door closing on the first floor, and someone seemed to have locked the corridor door.
"It's daytime now, so there shouldn't be any problems." The landlord's ring didn't respond at all, and his mood values were normal. Han Fei readjusted and went directly to the fourth floor.
The high-end residential areas in Shaheyuan are generally not very high, and this small building only has five floors in total.
"Is anyone home?"
Standing at the door of Room 401, Han Fei's own echo echoed throughout the corridor.
"Your takeout has arrived." Han Fei glanced around. The corridor was much darker than before. The sun was shining brightly outside, but it was cold and damp inside.
"Is anyone here..." Before Han Fei could finish his words, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, startling him.
"Wang Pingan? Why is this guy calling me now?"
When the call was answered, Han Fei thought something had happened to Wang Pingan, but Wang Pingan on the other end of the phone didn't say a complete sentence, and just kept giggling, which made Han Fei laugh so hard that he felt a little nervous.
"Ping An, are you okay? Hello? Hello!"
The cell phone signal suddenly deteriorated, and after a rustling sound of electricity, the call was hung up.
Holding the phone, Han Fei was still thinking about why Wang Ping'an called him when his phone vibrated again.
Looking at the mobile phone number displayed on the screen, Han Fei held his breath. This time it was the person who ordered the meal.
After pressing the answer button, Han Fei didn't make any sound, concentrating on catching all the subtle sounds on the other side of the microphone.
The sounds of washing rice, chopping vegetables, frying things, and the sounds of bowls and chopsticks clashing...
The orderer on the mobile phone seems to be in the kitchen, busy preparing various meals.
"its not right."
Various sounds came from the phone, but Han Fei was lying on the door but did not hear any sounds from inside the house. It felt as if the phone and the house were two different worlds.
"Am I looking in the wrong place?"
The orderer called Han Fei, but he didn't say a word, and Han Fei didn't dare to hang up.
This lasted for more than ten seconds, and Han Fei heard a man's voice on his mobile phone: "The dishes are almost ready, let's get ready for the dinner."
"Second brother, our dad hasn't come back yet. He seemed to have gone out shopping just now."
"The house is short of everything, so what does he want to buy?"
"Probably going to buy meat."
"There's enough meat already. Let's finish the frozen meat in the refrigerator first. It's a waste to buy so much!"
"What Dad wants to eat is fresh meat rice dumplings."
"What's the matter of fresh meat or not? You go and serve the food, and I'll call our dad back."
The sound of footsteps came from the mobile phone. The sound was getting closer and closer to Han Fei. Soon he reached the door of the room, and then the sound of opening the door came from the mobile phone.
When the door lock was twisted, the security door in front of Han Fei also opened at the same time.
Listening to the noise coming from the phone and looking at the door slowly opening in front of him, Han Fei subconsciously tightened the strap on the takeout box.
The moment the door opened, all the sounds on the phone disappeared. Han Fei stood at the door with his phone in hand, wondering whether he should enter the house now.
"I also specially chose the time at noon when the yang energy is the most abundant."
Shaheyuan No. 9 is a high-end residence. The rooms are very large and the interior decoration is very luxurious. However, the house is covered with dust and it is obvious that no one has lived there for a long time.
"The takeaway you ordered has arrived." Han Fei entered the house step by step. He found shriveled fruits on the coffee table in the living room, and then turned to look at the dining table, which had various rotten and smelly food on it.
"Cooking so many dishes? It feels a bit like a family reunion during the New Year."
Holding the takeout box in one hand, Han Fei walked to the dining table. He was about to check some of the food on the table when he suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.
Turning around and looking towards the bedroom next to him, Han Fei's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. There was a row of black and white photos on the wooden table in that bedroom!
There are people of all ages, men and women in the photo, and they are all staring at Han Fei in the living room.
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei touched the landlord's ring, his Adam's apple trembling slightly.
He suppressed his fear and pushed the bedroom door completely open.
The curtains in this room were tightly closed, making it extremely dark.
Stopping next to the table, Han Fei opened the takeout box, moved the old lady's package aside, and then placed the boxes of rice in front of the photo.
"I don't mean to offend, I just want to deliver the white rice. You like to eat rice from this restaurant. I can deliver it to you in the future. I can also tie up the cook here for you."
It seems that because of being too scared and nervous, Han Fei "accidentally" opened the old lady's package while taking the rice, and the love letter, rice dumpling leaves, and the letter written for his old friend all fell out.
"Sorry, it's my first day at work, so I'm a little nervous."
Han Fei seemed to be talking to himself, and he started to pack it away in a panic, but when he was about to pick up the letter to his old friend, a pale hand picked up the envelope in advance.
Looking up along the hand, there were expressionless people with bloodless skin standing at the door of the bedroom, staring directly at Han Fei.
"Bang..."
The security door in the living room slowly closed, and pale faces approached Han Fei.
"Wait, wait a minute!" Han Fei unzipped the delivery boy's uniform, then unzipped his coat, revealing the innermost uniform of a second-hand store clerk.
"You may not believe it, but I'm here to help you get revenge."
It was a good thing that Han Fei didn't show off the thrift store uniform. When he saw the clothes, the temperature in the room instantly reached freezing point, and the chill from the landlord's ring scratched Han Fei's fingers like a razor blade.
"Zong Ye, I brought out all the letters. I will be the next one the mall owner wants to kill! Now I have no choice but to die, so why not let my own death be more valuable?" Seeing Nineteen
Based on the reactions of the figures in Room No. 1, Han Fei already knew what to do next.
He had brewed up his feelings and was about to start talking, but something unexpected happened that no one expected.
Han Fei's cell phone suddenly vibrated. He looked down and saw a number calling.
Han Fei had seen that phone number once before. When he borrowed Oriole's mobile phone to call Wang Ping'an's father two days ago, he secretly looked through Oriole's address book. This number also appeared in Oriole's address book, and Oriole gave the other party
The note is the boss.
"The mall owner called now? Has he discovered that there is something wrong with the shrine?"
Looking at the answer button on the phone screen, Han Fei hesitated. Answering the call in front of the victims would definitely lead to serious consequences.
This chapter has been completed!