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Chapter 459 They are all good-hearted people

"The more important the 'thing' thrown into the well, the better the things that can be exchanged. People start to become crazy as they continue to 'try'."

Han Fei spent almost an hour and a half putting together the patterns on the scrap paper.

The waste paper covering the entire room spelled out a tragedy.

In the bottomless well, some people are climbing up, some are jumping down, some people regard it as a god and kneel down by the well, and some people regard it as an evil spirit and want to destroy it.

"Is this the well behind the underground shrine?"

After restoring the puzzle, Han Fei memorized all the contents of the puzzle in the shortest time, and then he shuffled all the waste papers.

"The fewer people who know about such a dangerous thing, the better. This will save some desperate guys from running over and trying it."

Those scraps of paper did not record anything about the woman in Room 13, but the patterns on the scraps of paper were indeed made by her, and all the lines were stained with black and smelly blood.

"The woman knows the secret of that well? Has she seen that well?" Han Fei was now very curious about why the homeowner chose to commit suicide and what forced her to make such an extreme decision.

Picking up the folded paper airplane with the love letter, Han Fei read the text again: "The truth is that it is a monster with a mouth, and it was locked in the house by a philanthropist? The philanthropist recognized in everyone's mind is the shopping mall owner.

,Does this sentence mean that the truth is in the shopping mall owner’s house?”

A few days ago, Han Fei asked Oriole something during a casual chat. He knew that the shopping mall owner had many houses, but his favorite place to live was Shaheyuan in Baicheng District.

"The ghost house where I order white rice every night is also in Shaheyuan. I just happened to stop by and check it out today."

After putting away the love letter, Han Fei took away the most critical dozen pieces of scrap paper, so that no matter who came over, it would be difficult to piece together the well.

"The six fingers are dead for no apparent reason, and the other fingers will probably come over. Otherwise, I'd better burn them all."

Han Fei was a very decisive person. He got up and was about to go home to get a lighter, but the landlord and his wife came back at this time.

"Are you addicted to staying in the haunted house?" The landlady is well-informed, but she has never seen anyone like Han Fei: "Aren't you scared?"

"I must put these scraps of paper together today to bring justice to the deceased."

"There is no justice in the world. Just concentrate on your work, treat your mother's illness, and then live a good life." The landlady frowned and looked at the waste paper on the ground: "I will burn all these papers later! I

It seems you are also possessed!"

"Would it stop being haunted after burning it? We can't escape the problem." Han Fei pestered the landlady: "Why did the resident of Room 13 commit suicide?"

"have no idea."

"If you tell me, I will sell blood and pay for the rent you owe." Han Fei rolled up his sleeves with a serious expression.

"As for that? This person is not related to you, why do you have to cause trouble for yourself?" The landlady also had a bad temper. When the two sides were about to fight, the landlady's husband ran over.

"Calm down." The uncle closed the door behind his back: "Don't make so much noise, lest the tenants know about it."

He stood between Han Fei and his wife and said slowly: "I can tell you everything you want to know. There's no need to worry about the rent. It's more important that you treat your mother first."

"What happened to tenant No. 13 before he died?" Han Fei didn't want to waste time and asked directly.

"It's a long story. The resident in Room 13 is an employee of a department store. Although she is not very old, she already has a child. She has suffered a lot to make a living. She used to work in a department store.

, so he locked the child in the rental house. There was nothing to play with at home. When the child was bored, he liked to fold airplanes with waste paper and throw them at the garbage dump downstairs. The other tenants in the building hated the child, and then the woman began to

Take your kids to work." The landlord sighed.

"Actually, that woman is a nice person, but what should I say? When you don't affect others, everyone is in harmony, but if your presence brings inconvenience to everyone, then no one will look good on you.

"The landlord's uncle was standing in Room No. 13, feeling that the temperature was constantly dropping. He took out a cigarette to warm his body, but after glancing at the landlady, he consciously put down the cigarette.

"The neighbors thought she was easy to bully, and her colleagues thought she had too many things to do. A few weeks passed like this. One night, the woman suddenly ran back to the apartment building and hurriedly found our couple, saying that her child was lost and asked us

Have you seen her child?"

"Although we were not familiar with her, we were kind enough to help search for her. However, we found her in the middle of the night and ran all over the neighborhood without seeing her child."

"From that day on, this tenant was not normal. She went to work during the day and went out to look for her children at night. Gradually, she went crazy." The landlord put the cigarette back into his pocket, but he did not take a puff in the end.

"crazy?"

"Yes, she talks nonsense every day, saying that there must be a way to find her child. As long as she makes a wish to the gods, the gods will guide her in the direction." The landlord's eyes were full of regret: "I have also advised her and contacted her.

Her family members hoped that she could return to her hometown, but she refused to listen and her illness became more and more serious."

"and after?"

"That woman was completely crazy. She burned her hands and said she would use her hands to replace the child." The landlord didn't think there was anything wrong when he said this, but Han Fei felt creepy when he heard it.

"Did she ever tell you about a well?"

"How do you know?" The landlord was stunned for a moment, then continued: "Her hands were severely burned. On the way to the hospital, she was unconscious and kept saying words that were difficult for ordinary people to understand.

.For example, using hatred to ignite a fire that can burn in water, she was willing to trade her hands for the position of her child. She also said that she put her hand into the well, and her arms were scorched by the water. The most terrifying thing was at the back.

She said that her wish came true, and the gods told her the location of her child, and she found that her child was in the well."

"The good old man went crazy like this, and the child was never found in the end." The landlady also spoke up. She was a sharp-tongued woman, and she still felt sorry for that woman.

"The woman came back here after being discharged from the hospital, and she hanged herself that night." The landlord and his wife did not blame the woman for dying in the rental house, and deliberately kept the room as it was. They probably also felt that there was something wrong with it.

"Has tenant No. 13 told you about the father of the child? Did she fall in love again while working in the mall?"

"We have never heard anything about her husband. She came from the countryside. Maybe her husband works in other cities." The landlord began to urge Han Fei to leave: "Let's go, don't stay in this house all the time.

"

"Wait a moment." Han Fei opened the moldy wardrobe in the bedroom. There were a lot of old clothes in it, including some children's clothes with the logo of a certain charity organization printed on them.

The logo looked familiar to Han Fei. He had seen a similar pattern on the donation box behind the shopping mall.

Continuing to rummage, a hand-knitted red sweater came into Han Fei's eyes. He picked it up and said, "This looks a bit like the red sweater knitted by the old lady."

Tenant No. 13 and her children have received donations from charitable organizations, but the problem is that this charitable organization was established by the mall owner himself. The man named Gu has no charity at all in his eyes, only business. All his gifts are hidden.

Marked price.

"The woman came to Shahe and directly found a place to rent near a department store, and then successfully found a job in the department store. Does she know someone in the department store? Or has a special relationship?"

Han Fei looked at the clothes with special logos in the cabinet: "Philanthropists lock their conscience and truth at home..."

He had many guesses in his mind, so he hurried back to his home without staying in Room 13.

"My physical fitness and mood have dropped too much. I have to take the time to rest and go to Shaheyuan at noon."

After getting rid of some of the waste paper in the old lady's package, Han Fei lay on the bed and fell asleep.

At noon, Han Fei was awakened by his thoughts. His physical fitness had not fully recovered, and his mood level had only returned to 49 points.

"It will be more dangerous after dark, and I don't have much time left."

Han Fei carried the package and walked out of the room. He called Wang Ping'an on the way downstairs.

After waiting for about half an hour, Wang Pingan appeared at the door of the apartment on an electric bicycle wearing his takeout uniform.

He smiled stupidly. Since he was a child, few people would come to play with him. Han Fei was his only friend.

"Isn't your bright yellow coat too conspicuous?" Han Fei looked at Wang Ping'an. He was about to become the enemy of the whole world, but his teammate was a big boy with intellectual disabilities: "That shopping mall owner is ruthless and extremely deep.

If you are seen by him, he may get you involved, so why don't you lend me your clothes and equipment and go back first."

Wang Ping'an couldn't understand the words that were too complicated. He patted the back seat of the electric car with a happy smile on his face: "My, my dad said, you helped me, so, let me help you too."

"Then let's make a quick decision."

"Brother, brother, I still have your favorite rice here." Wang Ping'an said as if to show off: "I took several more orders last night."

With an ominous premonition in his heart, Han Fei opened the takeout box and found half a box of rice boxes piled inside.

"They ordered food, but they didn't accept it. Do they want to give the rice to me? Are they kind-hearted people?" Wang Ping'an was just like going out with friends. He had no sense of nervousness, and the speed of the car was very slow.

Not as fast as Han Fei when being chased by ghosts.

"The prerequisite for a kind-hearted person is that he has a heart." Han Fei motioned to Wang Ping'an to stop: "You go and sit in the back, and I'll ride."

Han Fei was in a hurry. After changing positions, he started riding the electric bike like a racing car.

After galloping all the way, Han Fei finally arrived at the high-end residential area of ​​Shaheyuan before one o'clock.

In fact, when he entered Baicheng District, he clearly felt that it was different from the middle and lower reaches of Shahe River. The roads were wide and clean, and the environment was excellent, but it was a little deserted.

"How did you get in before?" Han Fei found that there were many security guards at the entrance of the community, and there were surveillance cameras everywhere.

"We walked in." Wang Ping'an pointed to the takeout box: "Delivering takeout."

"Pretending to be a delivery boy? It's a good idea." Han Fei nodded: "You can change your shirt with me. You can wait here later and don't run around."


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