Chapter 536 Why do they want to kill me? (5000 monthly ticket)
Malicious people bullied the sick kitten arbitrarily, kicking and beating him, insulting him, and throwing rocks and garbage at him.
The kitten crawled forward with difficulty. He did not ask for help. He seemed to know that no one would help him.
Dragging his body, the kitten held the body under him.
When he buried his head in the mud, the beating and abuse suddenly stopped, and he looked towards the entrance of the alley.
The dim light of the street lamp shone on a man. He seemed to have arrived in a hurry and had not fastened the buttons of his shirt.
"Here comes another one who needs to be dealt with."
"Kick the car? I bought a new car, you dare to kick it?"
"Those looking for death! Beat him!"
A group of gangsters calling themselves Lao Tzu rushed toward the entrance of the alley.
"There is garbage everywhere, so you have to choose both sides of the black box."
Han Fei's body was completely submerged in the shadows. He had never been so angry before. After seeing Fu Sheng being bullied like this, the anger rushed into his brain instantly.
The gangster with purple hair ran at the front. He was arrogant, as if torturing and beating others was a happy thing, as if doing so would make him look powerful.
Waving his fist, Zi Mao wanted to flatten the bridge of Han Fei's nose, but his speed was too slow.
Before he even got close, Han Fei kicked him in the knee.
The center of gravity was unbalanced and when Zi Mao was about to fall, the fist he threw out was caught in Han Fei's hand.
There were cigarette scars on the fist and it was wearing a ring and could no longer move forward.
Zi Mao looked up and saw a terrifying look that he would never forget in his life.
Han Fei walked into the shadow of the alley from under the street lamp, like a hungry lion. The killing intent in his eyes was about to devour people, but there was still a smile on his lips.
Locking Zi Mao's arms, Han Fei bent back, and Zi Mao's screams instantly echoed through the alley.
Zi Mao was in pain, but Han Fei did not stop. In front of several other gangsters, he broke off Zi Mao's arms bit by bit, and then kicked him onto the garbage heap.
The whole process only lasted three seconds. When the other gangsters saw Zi Mao's arms twisted into twists, they were too frightened to go any further.
"With so many people hitting me, don't you dare to hit me?"
Han Fei's eyes held an indescribable sense of oppression. The two gangsters running at the front did not dare to move, while the gangster standing behind quietly took out a folding knife from his pocket.
When Han Fei walked forward, the three gangsters behind him rushed towards him.
They shouted one by one to embolden themselves, and finally the man's hand hidden in his sleeve was holding a knife tightly.
He looked at Han Fei with vicious eyes, but was surprised to find that Han Fei was also staring at him. The man's eyes seemed to be able to see through his heart.
Only a few meters away from Han Fei, the gangster running at the end suddenly accelerated, pulled out a folding knife from his sleeve and stabbed Han Fei.
Grabbing the heavy trash can next to him, Han Fei threw it directly at the gangster.
The garbage blocked his view, and the gangster subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop it. He blocked the trash can, but after the trash can fell, Han Fei punched him directly in the face.
His head was dizzy, and the gangster fell to one side.
Han Fei grabbed the gangster and dragged him like a dead dog.
"I, Fu Yi, am a bastard who doesn't care about death. You must not treat me as a good person."
Pressing off the fingers of the gangster holding the knife one by one, Han Fei listened to his screams and dragged his body towards the other gangsters.
He was smiling, but his tone was alarmingly cold.
"No one who beat him can leave."
In the dark back alley, screams kept ringing, and Han Fei didn't even give the gangsters a chance to call the police.
When the last gangster fell in the garbage heap, crying and begging for mercy, Han Fei walked towards Fu Sheng.
Fu Sheng, who was curled up on the ground, had already stood up. His body was covered in mud and shoe marks, but the photo frame he was protecting on his chest was completely intact.
Fu Sheng did not say hello to Han Fei. He held the photo frame and walked out into the darkness, approaching the street lamp at the entrance of the alley step by step.
Arranging the white bouquets on the ground, Fu Sheng put away the girl's photos. He bent down and began to pick up the scattered merchandise into bags.
Finally, he placed two new bottles of yogurt in front of the photo. He stood silently for a while and walked towards home with the bag in hand.
The child looked very lonely. He seemed to be the most unique existence in the world.
After walking for a few steps, Fu Sheng stopped again. He slowly turned around and looked at Han Fei, who was standing in the shadow of the alley.
Opening his mouth, Fu Sheng said his first words to Han Fei: "There is a faceless woman standing behind you, and she wants to kill you."
After saying that, Fu Sheng walked home with the bag in hand and never looked back.
"It seems that Fu Sheng can indeed see ghosts."
Han Fei walked out of the alley. He did not chase after Fu Sheng and go home with him. He knew that Fu Sheng still hated him very much.
Sitting next to the girl's photo, Han Fei looked at the intact photo and then at Fu Sheng, who was covered in mud.
"Even if he was beaten like that, he still had to protect an unknown ghost. Why would Fu Sheng choose the path of destroying the deep world?"
People kept bullying Fu Sheng, causing him pressure and pain, thinking he was a madman, and hurting him all over. But Fu Sheng chose to protect him in the end.
"It must have been very painful when he made that decision."
In Fu Sheng's memory world, Han Fei saw that he was working very hard to protect various ghosts, which was completely different from Han Fei's previous impression of Fu Sheng.
"No matter what kind of person he is, I have to protect him now. He is my child." Han Fei looked at his blood-stained hands: "No one carried the burden for him before..."
After Fu Sheng went upstairs, Han Fei shouted into the alley again: "If I find any damage to the photos of the deceased outside, you guys will be dead."
After saying that, Han Fei walked towards the community. When he returned home, Fu Sheng had locked himself in the room again.
"Everything is difficult at the beginning. He said something to me today, which is a breakthrough."
Han Fei was in a good mood. When he was changing his shoes, he found that his wife's shoes were placed at a different angle than before: "She went out too?"
Pretending not to know what to do, Han Fei quietly opened the bedroom door. Seeing that his wife was still sleeping on the bed, he moved even more gently.
After getting under the quilt, Han Fei was about to sleep when he suddenly heard a system prompt.
"Attention, player number 0000! Your wife's hatred for you will be reduced by one."
"The hatred is reduced by one?" Han Fei was a little surprised. He didn't know which thing he did that touched his wife, or maybe it was the accumulation of all the things that finally made his wife's murderous intention lessen.
"Although it's only a little less, it's already a very good start." Han Fei lay on the bed and fell asleep soon.
His tense nerves were relaxed, his tired body slowly recovered, and Han Fei slept until dawn.
The curtains were opened and the sun shone on his face. When Han Fei opened his eyes, he saw his wife standing at the door.
"You're going to be late for work."
"Okay, I'll get up right now." Han Fei got up from the ground, quickly folded the quilt and mattress, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.
When he came out, the woman had already put out the rice.
"If your foot is injured, just tell me and let me do it."
Han Fei finished his breakfast deliciously, glanced at the clock on the wall, and found that there was still time: "You can rest at home today, I will take Fu Tian to kindergarten."
"No, you go to work quickly." The woman handed Han Fei the packed briefcase and sent him to the door: "Are you going home for dinner tonight?"
"I'll be back to cook tonight. You should have a good rest. Don't move around. Recuperate your injuries first." Han Fei walked out of the room with his briefcase: "Let's go."
"Be careful on the road..."
"OK."
Han Fei walked in the sunshine and took the elevator downstairs.
This time he learned a lesson and looked around for suspicious vehicles before leaving the community.
After being cautious all the way, I finally arrived at the company before nine o'clock.
"I'm not late today, it's worth celebrating."
Han Fei came to the office and his four subordinates had already started working.
"We'll get off work when it's time to get off work, but we have to work hard during work hours and not fish for fish." Han Fei returned to his seat and started the computer. Just as he was about to play a game of Plants vs. Zombies, Li Guoer suddenly came over.
"Team leader, this was modified according to your design requirements." Li Guoer handed the printed document to Han Fei, which contained patterns and corresponding annotations.
Probably the main plot of the game is the story of a scumbag who fell in love with five women at the same time. After the affair was exposed, he was chased by five women and two female ghosts.
There are sweet interactions, warm daily life, and welfare scenes, but more of them are horror and thriller.
As Han Fei watched, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. In the patterns drawn by Li Guoer, the male protagonist died more miserably every time. She indeed devoted all her emotions to the creation.
Standing next to Han Fei, Li Guoer leaned down and said pointedly: "Team leader, I drew seven different endings and gave this scumbag seven different ways to die. But the game cannot be complete.
It’s an ending like this, but I can’t figure out how on earth such a scumbag can survive.”
"Hiss... I also think he should be dead, but we are making games after all, so we still have to give players a little chance, even if it is just a glimmer of light, at least to give players something to look forward to." Han
Fei put down the document: "Everyone has done a great job. Let's stop what we are doing and briefly discuss what the scumbag hero can do to survive."
Han Fei mainly wanted to ask Li Guoer this question. He didn't want to be killed suddenly while he was at work.
The ways of death that Li Guoer drew just now include pushing the scumbag straight down the stairs, or having the scumbag stabbed in the neck with scissors while he was taking a nap at his desk, etc.
Han Fei wasn't that scared at first, but he was really panicked after seeing this.
"I thought about it for a long time last night, and it seems that the male protagonist has no chance of surviving." The elder brother who watered the fake tree yesterday looked at everyone: "Besides, I also really want the male protagonist of this game to die. I still still don't think so.
Single, this guy is actually in love with five women at the same time, he also has a wife, MD, this kind of person must die!"
Han Fei scratched his head: "When you think about the problem, don't put yourself in the role. You have to think about the problem from the perspective of the player. Do you understand? The player is playing the role of the scumbag. Now you have to think about it from the perspective of the scumbag. He
What to do to have a chance of surviving.”
"If I were that scumbag..." Brother Fake Tree pondered for a while: "Rather than worrying about it every day, it would be better to commit suicide. Anyway, I have enjoyed it."
"Negative, your thoughts are too negative."
"I've already been in love with five women, so what do I care about?"
No one in the office spoke, but Li Guoer finally expressed his opinion: "I think that scumbag will die no matter what he does. The best ending for him is to choose a less painful death method and die before
Try to reduce as much as possible the hatred women have towards him."
"It makes sense, go on." Han Fei was going to write down Li Guoer's words and use the methods she taught to reduce her hatred for him.
"The damage has been done. Even if the wound heals, it will leave ugly scars. There is no perfect way to repair the past. If I am one of the women hurt by him, I really have no way to forgive him. I can do it
The limit is to cause him less pain when killing him." Li Guoer did not say any specific solution. She pushed her glasses gently and slowly sat back in her seat.
"Xiao Guo'er, you are so kind." Brother Fake Tree stretched out a finger and waved it left and right: "If I were the woman bullied by the scumbag, I would definitely destroy his lower body. This would be better than killing him.
It’s still uncomfortable! Team leader, why do you always look at me? Do you think what I said makes sense? It’s true that men understand men better!”
"It does make sense. Let's continue working. Let's try to come up with a plan today." Han Fei looked at the computer screen and suddenly felt that Plants vs. Zombies was not fun anymore. He secretly glanced at Li Guoer who was immersed in work.
, my back could not stop feeling cold.
The ways of death that Li Guoer painted were so real, it felt as if she had carefully planned them.
"My charm is already minus 13, why can I still encounter such a mission?"
Grabbing his hair, Han Fei was distressed when there was a knock on the office door.
"Fu Yi? It's your turn to clean the utility room. It hasn't been cleaned for months." A middle-aged man with very fair skin appeared at the door. He was dressed very casually, with a trace of pride on his face.
"Octopus, don't go too far. You have always cleaned the utility room." Brother Fake Tree stood up.
"In the past, we were responsible for these marginal projects, so we had time. Now that we are working overtime to develop immortality, how can we still have time to do those chores?" The fair and middle-aged man waved his hand: "Sister Qian also agreed. If you are not convinced, go to her.
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After Octopus finished speaking, he left with a very hateful expression.
"This damn octopus is kicking its nose in the face!"
"Okay, okay, you four can continue working. Finalize the plan as soon as possible. I'll go to the utility room to take a look." Han Fei stood up and left his seat. He didn't really want to sit with Li Guoer, and he just happened to have time now.
An excuse.
Walking deeper into the corridor, there were very few people coming to the utility room and archives room, and the surroundings were very quiet.
"The mood value has not decreased, and it is safe for now." Han Fei opened the door of the utility room and saw all kinds of things piled messily inside, including boxes of documents, prop models that were made, and broken ones.
Computer monitors, etc.: "This is too messy."
Entering it, Han Fei had just taken two steps when he realized something was wrong: "The shelves seem to be a little tilted. Why are those heavy-looking prop models placed on top of the shelves?"
Han Fei had been working behind the scenes before acting, and he knew very well that there were safety risks in such a placement.
"It feels like it was done on purpose. That middle-aged man named Octopus wants to harm me?" Han Fei closed the door of the utility room: "No, he seemed to have mentioned Sister Qian before. Maybe he asked us to come here to clean.
Zhao Qian signaled."
Observing various items in the utility room, Han Fei moved forward little by little, and soon he discovered the problem.
There were bundles of colorful ribbons hidden under the pile of shredded paper on the ground. The ends of the ribbons just caught the container. If someone didn't see it and accidentally tripped over the ribbons, the container might be overturned.
Looking for a broom behind the door, Han Fei pushed aside the waste paper on the ground in front of the ribbon. There were various plastic props thrown underneath, some of which looked like unedged knives.
Under normal circumstances, those props cannot hurt people, but if they accidentally fall down, those props are likely to penetrate directly into the body.
"Who wants to kill me?"
"Li Guoer and the girl in the skirt both attacked directly, with the idea of dying together, but the person who wanted to kill me was different. She hated me extremely and wanted me to die, but she was also very rational."
The figure of Zhao Qian emerged in Han Fei's mind. That mature and delicate strong woman is still single.
"No way? I don't have any ambiguous chat records related to her on my phone. Did I delete those records at her request?" Han Fei looked at his phone, his Adam's apple rolling: "My subordinates want to kill me.
The leader also wants to kill me?"
Zhao Qian is several years older than Fu Yi, smart, mature, and experienced. If she wants to kill Fu Yi, she will definitely not show any murderous intention.
"It's easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows. I'll have to be more careful in the future."
Han Fei took a broom and vigorously lifted up the ribbons on the ground. The unstable container on the left fell towards the middle aisle, and everything on the top of the shelf was also knocked down.
"The positions of the head, lower body, cheeks, and those props have been tested many times..."
A loud noise was heard, footsteps sounded immediately outside the house, and Han Fei fell to the ground.
A few seconds later, the door of the utility room was pushed open, and the first person to enter was indeed Zhao Qian.
Sexy and mature, she looked directly at the container at first glance, and there was nothing underneath.
Then she looked to the side and found Han Fei who seemed to be stunned.
She quickly squatted down and looked at Han Fei with great concern: "Are you okay?"
Han Fei's stiff mouth twitched slightly and nodded: "Well, I'm not dead."