The old man looked at the photos of the deceased placed side by side on the wooden table, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.
"My wish really came true, but after it came true, I discovered that the person who killed my entire family was my best friend."
Room No. 19 is full of ghosts and wandering souls. They were busy in different places during their lifetimes, but after their deaths, they all returned to this room because of a common bond.
"How come I don't hate him?"
A long time has passed, but the hatred in the old man's eyes has not diminished at all. Being completely betrayed and betrayed by his best friend is an eternal obsession in the old man's heart.
"Old man, if you want to make him pay the price he deserves, now is an excellent opportunity!" Han Fei sat next to the old man with a takeout box. If someone saw this scene outside the window, they might feel extremely sad.
harmonious.
"The shopping mall owner's luck is exchanged with a well. The more important people are to him, the more things he can exchange. He relies on that well to have a smooth journey. When he encounters failure, he sacrifices others. But
Now there is no one close to him." Han Fei took out his mobile phone: "Some time ago, the employees of the thrift store died one after another, very frequently, but the boss's business did not improve at all, and the well could no longer be used.
Don’t offer him any more help.”
"A selfish person like him will sooner or later have his family broken up, his wife and children separated, and finally he will die miserably in loneliness." The old man slowly moved his eyes away from the photo and looked at Han Fei: "I want to help you, but I
The family cannot leave this room."
"Can't leave?"
"This was also part of the deal. When he gave up all hope, he took me to the department store. He said he wanted me to see the industry we had worked hard for together, but in fact he wanted me to see the opening of the shrine.
The black cloth on the top. Witnessed by that shrine, I personally threw the photo of everyone in the family into the well. He said that only in this way can all the lost souls be reunited. But the price that needs to be paid is
, they can never leave this room, as long as they take half a step out of the room, their souls will be sucked into the well and become the nourishment of the shrine."
The hatred of the old man and his family is very scary when they are gathered together and alienated, but alone it is not as scary as a six-fingered child.
"If I get back the photo of you in the well, can you leave?" Han Fei vaguely remembered that he saw many photos floating in the well last night, including a photo of the elderly family: "I can put this together
I will help you get the round photo and let you be free forever. But after I get the round photo, I hope you can join me to seek revenge from the boss."
The old man did not agree immediately. He stared at Han Fei with his cloudy eyes for a long time: "The Dragon Slayer will also become the new evil dragon. I hope you can make a different choice from him."
The low words seem to contain deep meaning, and this memory world seems to be composed of different choices.
"Then you agreed?" Han Fei stood up with the takeout box: "I will try to bring you the group photo tomorrow morning."
Having achieved his goal, Han Fei stood up, greeted Yi Zhao, and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute." The old man raised the envelope in his hand: "Aren't you curious about what is written in it?"
"I'm not curious about what's written in the letter, but I know that the mall owner values that letter very much. There must be something detrimental to him in it. It's inconvenient for me to carry such things around, so returning them to their original owners is the safest way.
"The letter is badly rotted and the handwriting is illegible. Opening it rashly will damage the letter.
"This letter contains the last trace of your boss's confession. He mentioned to me the name of a woman in the letter. That woman was his ex-wife, named Xu Meng. She especially liked to wear skirts. Your boss also mentioned that she was his favorite during his lifetime.
I kept a skirt at home, but when I was taken to the well in the department store, I saw that skirt was also thrown into the well." The old man seemed to have talked too much today, his face became paler, and his body
The blood vessels are like tiny chains wrapped around the skin.
"Xu Meng..." Han Fei saw a woman on the third floor of the department store who was constantly trying on skirts. She seemed to be the mall owner's ex-wife: "I understand. I will try my best to take out the skirt and the photos together."
"It's not just her." The old man raised his finger: "I see there is a wig in your package. Your boss's brother wore a wig during his lifetime. He was responsible for helping your boss organize various charity activities. Within a few years, he
Bought a new house with full payment in Shaheyuan.”
"The shopping mall owner also has a younger brother? But I remember that he was always alone."
"His younger brother has not escaped his poisonous hands. You can take that wig and go to No. 10, District 4, Shaheyuan." The old man picked up a rice dumpling leaf on the ground, looked at the bloody veins on it, and reached out to gently brush it.
Then, as if he was touching his child's skin: "Take this rice dumpling leaf, maybe it can help you."
"Okay, I'll go over now."
Han Fei remembered the old man's words and set off immediately.
After walking out of the residential building, when the sun shone on him again, Han Fei's heartbeat finally returned to normal.
That family put so much pressure on him that if the old man hadn't appeared in the end, he might have been torn into pieces.
"It feels like walking on a tightrope. If you are not careful, you will be shattered to pieces." Han Fei thinks that if he doesn't become an actor in the future, he can really consider becoming a policeman. If he goes undercover, he won't need to take action from his colleagues. In a few days, he should
He can become a gang leader, and in a few months he might be able to lead everyone to surrender.
Deliberately avoiding surveillance, Han Fei carried the takeout box directly to No. 10, District 4, Shaheyuan. There were a lot of small white flowers planted around this building.
It's winter now, and Han Fei doesn't remember any small white flowers blooming in winter.
What's even weirder is that what his two eyes saw were completely opposite.
The right eye was filled with elegant little flowers, but the left eye saw a shaking baby's skull.
"This flower is a bit evil."
Continuing forward, when Han Fei reached the entrance of the corridor, he found a middle-aged woman standing in the garden, pruning flowers and plants.
"Auntie, can you help me open the corridor door?" Han Fei carried the takeout box with some difficulty and stopped next to the middle-aged woman.
"I don't live in this building. I just saw that the flowers and plants here were not taken care of, so I came over to water them." Auntie is very nice, speaks softly, and is very gentle: "Did you read the wrong address?
Yes? I remember no one lives in this building."
"impossible?"
"The earliest owner of this building was a very young rich man. He was very caring, helped many children, and established a charity foundation with his brother. But God was not blind, and he drowned on the night of his thirtieth birthday.
.His brother was so distraught that he reserved this house to commemorate his only relative." The middle-aged woman sympathized with the other party: "Hey, many of the children he helped returned to his hometown when they grew up.
Here, various things were brought to commemorate him, but his brother was determined not to let the children spend any money, and just asked them to plant a flower in front of the house. Over time, this building became the most beautiful building in Shaheyuan."
The middle-aged woman was very talkative and kept introducing to Han Fei how many good things the owner of the house had done in the past and what a great person he was.
"I have been doing charity for three years and then bought the most expensive house in Shahe with all the money. It is really impressive." Han Fei waited for the middle-aged woman to leave and then came to the corridor door alone.
Huang Ying had brought him a lock-picking skill book from the shallow world before, and Han Fei also studied it in his spare time. He was going to observe the type of door lock and try to use the lock-picking skill, but who knew that with just a slight tug, the door would open.
opened.
The seemingly solid iron door was not locked and remained ajar.
"The shopping mall owner's younger brother has been helping him with charity. Maybe we can find some clues in his room."
From the outside, this building is the most beautiful building in Shaheyuan, but once you enter the corridor, you can see withered white petals and smelly debris everywhere.
"The shopping mall owner lets the children who have been helped grow flowers here. Is he looking for new trading targets?"
Picking up a broken petal from the ground, Han Fei saw a flower with his right eye and a white moth with his left eye.
"It's a crazy, weird world."
Arriving at room No. 10, Han Fei just raised his hand to knock on the door when the security door opened by itself.
"Is there anyone?"
Stopping at the door with the takeout box, Han Fei was hesitating whether to go in directly when an unusual sound suddenly came from the living room.
"Snapped!"
Following the sound, the photo frame hanging in the living room fell to the ground, and a yellowed old photo fell in front of Han Fei.
In the photo, there are two men with completely different looks and temperaments. The shorter one is the owner of the shopping mall. The other man has fair features, but there is a patch of skin on his face that is obviously different in color from the rest of the skin. It seems that he is in an irregular manner.
I had a skin grafting operation in the hospital.
"He is Boss Gu's brother?"
Taking out the wig from the takeout box, Han Fei opened the door and leaned half of his body into the house.
The luxuriously decorated living room is filled with photos of a man. He seems to particularly love beauty, but also seems to be very dissatisfied with his face. His face is different in every photo.
"Stop standing at the door and come in." A very tired voice came from deep in the room. The owner of the voice seemed to be seriously ill.
"Excuse me, I have something to give you."
Stepping on the dusty floor, Han Fei had not taken a few steps when he saw a strand of black hair squeezed out from the crack of the bedroom door.
"Come here, I'm here." The voice sounded strange, as if something was constantly pouring out of the speaker's mouth.
The bedroom door slowly opened, but it was not the owner of the house who came out, but bundles of dirty black hair.
"Help me, I can't breathe, hair keeps growing in my belly, help me!"
Black hair stuck to the wall, flowing through the corridor like a flood, rushing towards Han Fei.
"I'm just a food delivery guy. There's extra money for a haircut." The landlord's ring didn't respond. Han Fei became bolder and tightened his grip on the bladeless knife.
"Afterlife!"
Sunlight finally shone into the always-dark attic, and Han Fei stepped on his black hair and walked to the bedroom door.
With the sword raised and lowered, the black "river" was instantly cut off.
Without stopping, Han Fei swam upstream and caught the man submerged in black hair.
Using the secret of touching the depths of the soul, Han Fei felt pain and regret in the man, but did not feel a trace of hatred.
"You have become like this, but you don't have any hatred in your heart?"
The man's strength was probably equivalent to his newly formed resentment, which allowed Han Fei to regain his confidence.
Finally finding someone who was easy to bully, Han Fei tried to drag him to the living room, but the man's hair had already grown together with the entire bedroom. After being cut off, new hair would soon grow out.
"Thank you, I feel much better already." As long as the man opens his mouth to speak, hair will come out of his mouth. He is as skinny as a stick, but his belly is highly bulging, which is very deformed.
"You are the brother of the department store owner? You look handsome in the photo, why are you like this now?"
"I..." The man glanced at Han Fei feebly, and after pondering for a moment, he asked his first question: "Is my brother dead?"
"You guys really have a deep brotherhood, and you asked such a direct question as soon as you opened your mouth." Han Fei shook his head: "If he died, I wouldn't come to you."
"Aren't you dead yet? He pushed his wife, children, best friend, and only relative into the well. How can such a person still be alive?" The man was lying on the bed, his eyes were blank, and there was something on his head.
There was a very obvious scar, which seemed to have been caused by fire.
