Each of the three sets of clothes seemed to represent a human life. Based on the information on the note, it was inferred that from Monday to Sunday, there was one victim every day, and the owner of the house had at least seven lives on his hands.
"Are these blood marks on my arms the number of deaths? Just one mark for killing one person? That ninety-nine marks is too outrageous."
His eyes moved from the blood stains to the ground. Han Fei looked at the clown mask. A very strange feeling appeared in his mind. He was clearly just staring at a mask, but he vaguely seemed to see his own face...
The mask was like a mirror, reflecting his inner self, or in other words, revealing his true inner self.
He laughed unbridled, laughed hysterically, and laughed crazier than anyone else, but there was a tear on his cheek that could not be wiped away.
"Is this the real me?"
His body seemed to be called by something, and Han Fei couldn't help but pick up the mask on the ground.
"A murderous clown? A laughing clown? A crying clown?"
After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei put the clown mask into his backpack and was ready to leave.
The stench in the back room was so strong that if it stayed there for a long time, the smell would soak into clothes and hair. This may be why my father came home with a stinky smell that day.
"You will never stay in that room again tonight."
Regardless of whether there are ghosts in that place, Han Fei is not planning to go back, and he does not want to have any contact with his "parents".
Although the couple was very kind to Han Fei, he really had no memory of his parents in his mind. They were like strangers on the roadside.
After putting his bag on his back, Han Fei was about to leave when he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the cabinet in the back room.
"There are still corpses hidden inside? No, there should be half-dead victims hidden inside?"
For Han Fei, the best choice now is to leave and not meddle in other people's business.
Curiosity killed the cat. If there is really a victim hidden in the closet, if he opens the closet now, the other person will probably see his face. Will he kill him and silence him? Or let him go?
Reason told Han Fei that he should leave and stop meddling in other people's business. Besides, the middle-aged woman was coming back soon.
"If I didn't consider that I might be a murderer, if I didn't consider anything else, what decision would I make now?"
"If I leave, that person will definitely die. This is a human life."
After a moment of silence, Han Fei walked over and looked inside through the gap in the cabinet door.
It was so dark there that you couldn't see anything.
"It can only be opened."
Using violence to remove the lock, Han Fei opened the cabinet door. There was no victim inside, only a dying black cat.
This cat is very ugly, with pieces of skin missing from its body, as if it were a sewn doll.
What's even more weird is that there are nine strange black lines on the cat's skin. Those lines are concentrated on the heart of the wild cat. They don't look like they were painted on the cat's skin the day after tomorrow, but more like they were born.
"This is the cat raised by the owner of the house? Why did he torture it like this?"
When it noticed someone approaching, the cat meowed weakly. It seemed to be very hostile to people.
"It's no wonder you hate those people after being hurt like this." Han Fei sighed softly: "If I throw you here, you will probably be killed by them or thrown away directly. I will find a way to help
I’ve helped you.”
Han Fei picked up the cat and put it into his backpack.
"time to go."
Walking towards the exit of the room, Han Fei heard footsteps before he reached the door. His ears twitched and he suddenly felt something was wrong.
If you go out now, you may run into someone from outside!
Almost within a few tenths of a second, Han Fei reacted. He threw the clothes in the back room on the ground, creating the illusion that they had been rummaged through.
After quickly finishing it, he stood at the back door of the iron gate.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the owner of the footsteps seemed to have discovered something and suddenly started running.
"Is there anyone?!"
The middle-aged woman rushed into the innermost room. She looked at the opened door in surprise. The expression on her face was completely different from before, mixed with fear and distortion.
"Who's coming in!"
She saw the clothes thrown on the ground in the back room and immediately rushed towards the back room.
When the middle-aged woman ran to the back room, Han Fei walked out from behind the door. He flashed behind the middle-aged woman and left the room.
Walking out quickly, Han Fei didn't dare to stop. He ran out of Building 4, tried his best to avoid surveillance cameras, and climbed over the wall to escape from the community.
"I'm not sure if I'm suffering from paranoia, but I know that after dark, I will see some very scary things, so I have to find a safe place before dark."
A very faint meow came from the backpack. The wild cat seemed to be dying soon, and if it took a while, it would completely lose its vitality.
"I'll go find a pet hospital for you."
Han Fei knew the location of a pet shop. His memory was far beyond ordinary people. When he came back from the hospital on the first day, he remembered all the buildings he passed. This seemed to be one of his many "habits".
"Do I remember those buildings to facilitate my escape? What kind of dire straits do I have to live in to hone such an instinct?"
It was still some time before dark, so Han Fei suppressed his inner fear of everything around him, lowered his head, and walked quickly across the street.
About half an hour later, Han Fei entered a pet shop on the corner. Perhaps because of its poor location, the business of this shop was not very good.
In the empty pet shop, there were few customers and few pets.
"Can you help me save this cat?" Han Fei unzipped his backpack and took out the scarred cat.
When he was about to put the cat in the pet shop, a mean-looking man came over and said, "Don't put it around! This is a stray cat, right? Do you know that these cats may be carrying various diseases?"
"I'm sorry." Han Fei squatted half-crouched, holding the cat in his hands: "Can you save it?"
"Is it necessary to save him if he's injured like this?" The mean man looked at Han Fei and said, "If you insist on saving him, it's not impossible, but the price is very high. You have to think clearly."
"As long as I can save him." Han Fei didn't have any money anyway, so it didn't matter no matter how high the offer was.
"Refreshing." The man's expression immediately changed, as if he had seen the God of Wealth. He no longer disliked the sick cat. Holding the cat was like holding a golden bump: "I used to live on this street.
The most famous veterinarian opened a shop like this because his daughter likes small animals. You have come to the right place this time."
It took almost two hours for the man to take the wild cat out. He disinfected and cleaned the wounds on the wild cat's skin, then sutured them bit by bit, and gave the cat a comprehensive examination.
"There is nothing wrong with your cat. It is just that it has been abused a lot and has not eaten or drank water for a long time, so it is so weak." The man took off his gloves: "Fortunately, it was delivered earlier. A few hours later, it would have been so weak."
It is estimated that it will return to the cat star."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, these are what I should do." The mean-looking man showed a proud smile, and then he stretched out his hand towards Han Fei: "I gave it a full set of examinations and used the best medicine.
, the total cost is 5,200 yuan. Let’s make a friend, I’ll give you the change, and you can give me 5,000 yuan.”
"Five thousand is no problem, but I don't have that much money now." Han Fei told the truth, and his expression was sincere.
"I'm going? Want to eat the King's meal? Can you try and see if you can walk out of this door today?" The man's face instantly darkened, and he grabbed the clothes drying pole behind the counter.
"You can leave the cat here, I'll give you an IOU, and I'll definitely pay you back in the future."
"What a beautiful idea you have! Who would want this poor stray cat? Is it worth fifty yuan? Don't talk nonsense to me! Take the money!" Seeing that Han Fei was not good at words, the man walked over and grabbed him.
He grabbed Han Fei's collar and said, "I've seen a lot of people like you. If you don't have the strength, don't save a stray cat. It will prolong its suffering and make everyone suffer."
"I will really pay it back." Han Fei had to find a safe place before dark, and he was in a hurry to leave.
"Looking at how human-like you are, how could you do such a thing?" The man grabbed Han Fei's collar with one hand and grabbed Han Fei's arm with the other hand: "Give me the money immediately! Otherwise I will call the police.
!”
"Call the police?" Han Fei's pupils jumped, and he turned to look into the man's eyes: "Don't force me, I'm really afraid of myself."
"What are you looking at!" The man felt a little guilty when Han Fei looked at him. He was about to say a few words to cheer himself up, but suddenly he felt his palms became sticky.
Looking down, he saw that his hand holding Han Fei's arm was stained with blood.
"Blood?" Taking a step back, the man looked at Han Fei's arm. There were numerous wounds under his long sleeves.
"I think you'd better not call the police. Besides, I hope you can just forget about me." Han Fei's expression was a little painful: "There are eleven surveillance cameras on this street. I avoided them all when I came here. Your little
The store is open on the corner of the street, and few people usually come here. If I take action here, I can even have enough time to deal with the crime scene. By the way, the surveillance camera in your store is installed at the cashier, and I have never stepped in from the beginning to the end.
Monitoring area.”
"You, what are you talking about?"
"The clothes pole can't kill anyone in your hands, but it's different in my hands. My eyes seem to have seen several ways you can die. Really, I also hate this strange feeling, but I
I can't control it." Han Fei caught the man who wanted to retreat and prevented him from returning to the surveillance shooting area: "Did you notice something?"
"What's the matter..." The man found that he couldn't break free at all, and now he felt bad.
"Since I entered the house, the cats and dogs in your pet shop have never barked again. They all lie down and dare not move around. Have they smelled some of my scent?"
Hearing Han Fei say these words, the man was really scared. He felt that today was extremely abnormal, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he suddenly woke up.
"Brother, look at what you said. You rescue stray cats, you are definitely a kind-hearted person." A smile appeared on the man's face: "We all love and care for small animals, can I still not believe you? I
I was just kidding, it’s seven hundred yuan in total, you don’t have to come back to pay back the money, how about I give you two more bags of cat food?”
"Give me your phone." Han Fei glanced at the man's hand that was about to reach into his pocket. He seemed to have guessed all the man's thoughts.
"Okay, brother." The man took his cell phone out of his pocket with a sad face.
"Don't call the police. I can promise you that I will never hurt you while I am rational." Han Fei opened his phone and found that there was no lock screen password. He put the man's phone into his pocket: "I know both the phone and five thousand yuan."
I'll give it back to you, hoping you can trust me."
"Why don't you pay it back? I'm serious." The man didn't want to see Han Fei again. It was the first time he saw such an abnormal customer.
"Are you afraid of me?" Han Fei frowned. The doctor diagnosed him with severe persecutory paranoia. He hated being afraid of this emotion. (To be continued)
