Chapter 432 Whoever is on the night shift in this store will die
,my healing game
"Only the toys with mom written on them were destroyed?"
Han Fei took the puppet in his hand. He gently twisted the puppet's body and found some blood stains on the neck of the puppet.
"The child's toy is stained with blood, something is wrong." Han Fei tried to grab the puppet's body with his hands. The place where his fingers were held was very clean, and the blood stains were just on the edges of his fingers.
"Did the child just witness his father murdering someone?" A scene emerged in Han Fei's mind.
The child who didn't understand anything heard his parents arguing fiercely. He timidly walked out of his room with his toys, and happened to see his mother's head fall off.
Splashes of blood fell in front of him, and a small amount of them splashed on the toys.
This can also explain why only the toys with mother written on them were taken apart.
"The head can't be put together no matter what..."
"Hello!"
A woman's voice suddenly sounded above Han Fei's head, which shocked his pupils.
"What are you doing?" Oriole stood by the counter holding a washed bag and sweater, looking at Han Fei who was hiding under the counter in confusion.
"It's okay. A child came over just now and begged me to keep his toys." Han Fei's expression quickly returned to normal.
"The kid is here again? Or in the middle of the night?" Oriole shook his head: "That kid probably ran out secretly behind his family's back. If his father knew, he would definitely beat him up."
"Have you met his father?"
"These toys were given by his father. The man is very tall and strong. His arms are thicker than my thighs."
"I heard that he also sent a lot of old furniture. Is he planning to move?" Han Fei placed the puppets alone in another place.
"I don't know." Oriole looked around: "Where is the child? Where did he go?"
"I was in the store just now, maybe I sneaked away." Han Fei walked out from behind the counter: "Can I see the second-hand furniture he consigned here?"
"Most of the things he sent were new, and I put them at the front of the furniture section."
Han Fei entered the furniture area, searched one by one, and finally focused on the largest single sofa.
"If you hollow out the sofa, you can hide a corpse wrapped in tape and preservatives."
Slowly approaching, Han Fei lifted up the sofa cushion and explored it bit by bit with his fingers.
He did not find the body in the sofa, but only found a thin notebook in the gap of the sofa cushion.
This should be the boy's homework book. The Chinese teacher asked him to write a weekly diary every week. The boy wrote for a month that his father took him to the park to play.
"The description should be that of an abandoned small park. Could it be that the body was buried in the park by a man?"
The children's weekly diaries always mentioned the small pond downstream of the stone bridge. Han Fei suspected that after the man killed his wife, he hid the body in the mud of the pond.
"The boy's body was soaked and turned white, and his pupils were swollen like a goldfish. He may have been thrown into the river."
Turning over the homework, Han Fei saw the boy's last weekly diary, which said how much his father loved him and bought him many toys.
Then something caught Han Fei's attention. Several of his favorite toys that the boy mentioned in his weekly diary did not appear in the carton.
At first glance, this seems normal. The father feels sorry for his child and does not take the child's favorite toys to a second-hand store for consignment. He loves his child very much.
But the prerequisite for all this is that the child is still alive.
If the boy is dead, then the toys that the father left behind are worth thinking about. Did he bury those toys next to the boy's body out of apology? Or was it that those toys were stained with a lot of blood and were not at all
Can't be sold? Or is he just a pervert who wants to feel the warmth of his child through those toys?
"Ding dong, ding dong..."
There was another sound from the door of the store. Han Fei did not expect that so many people would come to the store in the middle of the night.
He quietly stuffed the boy's diary into his clothes, quickly restored the sofa, and then walked to the door of the store with a perfect professional smile.
In front of the second-hand supermarket, there was a delivery boy standing. He was holding a sign in his hand and stammering something.
Because he happened to be standing at the door of the store, neither coming in nor going out, causing the ding-dong-ding-dong sound to keep ringing.
"Sister Li, have you ordered takeout?"
"I don't have it! It must have been delivered by mistake." Oriole motioned to the delivery man to come in first, but he waved his hands and opened and closed his mouth but couldn't say a complete sentence.
"Don't worry." Han Fei took a glance and found that the back of the deliveryman's butt was stained with a lot of rice soup and oil, and a small piece of skin on his arm was burned: "There was an accident on the road? The soup rice you delivered was beaten.
flipped?"
Hearing Han Fei's voice, the delivery boy nodded very hard. He opened his mouth wide and said in a long voice: "Yes, I'm sorry...I'm sorry."
When the delivery boy is talking, the skin on his face will twitch involuntarily, and he cannot control his expression.
"We didn't order the takeout. Are you sure it wasn't delivered by mistake?"
"The address is 100, department store...here." The delivery boy took out his mobile phone and kept pointing at Han Fei: "No one answered the phone."
"Wait a minute! This seems to be the security guard's number." Oriole took out her mobile phone and called, and the other party connected to her call directly: "Is this the takeout you ordered? The food has been delivered, where are you?
?”
After a while, the mall elevator lit up, and two night shift security guards came over. When they saw the very embarrassed deliveryman, there was no surprise in their eyes, as if they had known that the deliveryman would spill the soup and rice.
"Can you two stop inking?"
"This guy has been overtime for five minutes. If you want to say that the ink is on it, it is his ink." The security guard who had just been scolded by Zhu Wei now raised his head and stretched out his hand in front of the delivery man: "Forget being late, where is the delivery?"
"Yes, I'm sorry." The delivery boy rubbed his hands as if he was scared. His face was flushed with anxiety, but he couldn't say anything.
"I'm asking you about the takeaway!" The security guard's voice began to get louder, as if he wanted to vent all the anger he had just suffered.
The security guard pressed closer and louder, and the takeaway boy seemed to be frightened. He turned and ran to Gate C, pushed his electric car to the door, and then hurriedly hugged the takeout box that was still dripping with soup.
He hurriedly ran in.
"Stand there and don't move! You've made the ground dirty!"
The takeaway boy's fingers were burned red and his arms were shaking, but he stopped and did not dare to put the takeout box on the ground.
"Give it to me." Han Fei said softly and reached out to take the takeout box.
The hot soup splashed onto the palms, sticky and hot.
Opening the box, all the four large portions of mutton soup inside were spilled.
"What should we do?! Don't say that we bully the disabled! It's not easy for everyone. This is our first meal today. What do you think we should do now!" Two security guards stood on the left and right of the delivery man.
Next to him, the delivery boy with obvious mental retardation raised his hand that was still dripping with mutton soup, gasping for air and unable to speak a word.
"You spilled it yourself, you have to pay for it." The security guard took out his mobile phone: "If you don't pay for it, you can't leave today."
The delivery boy couldn't say a complete sentence, he just kept making strange screams. He seemed to want to step back, but another security guard grabbed his neck.
He seemed to have observed the deliveryman for a long time. He reached into the deliveryman's collar and directly broke the knot hanging on the deliveryman's neck.
There is a work sign hanging on the rope. It looks like a primary school student practicing calligraphy. It says hello one stroke at a time. I am Wang Ping'an's father. He has been suffering from autism since he was a child. If he does something wrong, I hope you can tell me.
Contact me, I will be there as soon as possible. My home address is No. 15, Shahe Street, and my phone number is...
"Stop nagging him, call his dad directly." The security guard read the phone number on the sign, and another security guard started to make a call.
"There are only two of you security guards on the night shift. You two need to drink four portions of soup? And add so much meat? Aren't you afraid of something going wrong?" Han Fei took out a lunch box containing mutton soup from the take-out box: "Mutton soup is already good.
It’s not easy to deliver, and there’s something wrong with the merchant’s packaging, so you can only bully this delivery guy who has an intellectual disability.”
"You have the final say whether there is any problem with the merchant's packaging?"
"I have really come into contact with the food delivery industry, and I am also very good at packaging food." Han Fei used the delivery person's lunch box to pack many corpses in the death building: "You spilled the mutton soup and need to vent, no problem, but
You need to find the right person to vent to. This kind of inferior lunch boxes and packaging methods feel like the business is deliberately trying to deceive people."
"I remember!" Oriole next to him suddenly said, pointing to one of the security guards: "Xiao Li's wife came to the city two months ago and opened a haggis shop next to No. 3 Middle School."
Han Fei picked up the delivery boy's phone and took a look. The location where he picked up the food was indeed near No. 3 Middle School.
"What do I mean? Business is not good, so you want to get rid of all these muttons that are about to go bad? Look at the map. Shahe Street, where the deliveryman's father lives, is relatively close to No. 3 Middle School. Does this deliveryman often come to your wife's shop?
Want to get food?" Han Fei's reaction was too fast and he saw through the security guard's little thoughts in an instant.
"You are cheating on people with disabilities who are still delivering meals in the middle of the night? Are you two still human?" Oriole was also a little angry: "Thankfully, I thought you were good before and worked the night shift with you."
Having been exposed, the two security guards stopped pretending. They stood together and looked at Oriole: "Don't talk about how good you are? If you are so good, why don't you tell this newcomer what happened in your store?
matter?"
The security guard named Xiao Li snorted coldly, and then looked at Han Fei: "Silly boy, do you know why a second-hand supermarket is open in the middle of the night? Do you know why they have to have someone here for twenty hours? Don't be fooled.
This lying vixen has deceived you. People have died in this store before! Whoever works the night shift will die!"