My Healing Games

Chapter 311 Aunt Jia
This petite and cutely dressed female anchor was clearly very interested in the woman in room 1044.

If Brother Hua hadn't forbidden it, she probably would have already run to room 1044.

"Don't talk about these things after midnight!" Hua Ge glanced at the folded red dress out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the red dress, he breathed a sigh of relief: "We still have to go on patrol. You should turn off the music quickly and not cause trouble for yourself."

The female anchor looked aggrieved, but she still agreed to turn off the music and stop the live stream.

As the female anchor went back to her bedroom to turn off the music, Han Fei glanced at her from the doorway. He saw that room 1084 contained many cameras and disassembled surveillance probes.

"Let's go, let's ignore her." Xiao Fang suddenly urged, as if he had discovered something, and directly reached out and grabbed Hua Ge's sleeve.

Han Fei sensed that Xiao Fang was not in a good state, so he resisted the urge to go inside and check on him, and left the eighth floor with the two security guards.

The motion-activated light on the ninth floor turned on. When they reached the area between the eighth and ninth floors, Xiao Fang looked at Han Fei and Hua Ge with a nervous expression, his face full of terror.

"Didn't any of you notice?"

"What did you find?"

"That woman had a portrait of herself displayed in the bathroom, a black and white photo!" Xiao Fang was terrified: "Is she already dead? How could a living person be so interested in ghosts?"

"Now that you mention it, it reminds me of something. There were water stains on the hem of that woman's clothes. When she heard the knocking, she wasn't live-streaming; she was in the bathroom." Han Fei felt increasingly uneasy. The woman in room 1084 and the woman in room 1044 should have some kind of connection, perhaps by blood or perhaps as friends.

"How about we go back and take another look?" Han Fei's suggestion was immediately rejected by Hua Ge and Xiao Fang. Just as the three of them were debating whether or not to go back, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from the ninth floor.

At the same time, the motion-activated lights went out, and the three security guards grabbed each other tightly.

"Don't, don't be nervous. There's an old lady living on the ninth floor. It should be her..." Hua Ge raised his flashlight and walked ahead. He gently pushed open the safety door on the ninth floor. In the dark corridor stood an old woman wearing a black coat and a black scarf.

Upon seeing the elderly woman, Hua Ge breathed a sigh of relief: "Aunt Jia, why are you out again in the middle of the night? It's not even four o'clock yet."

The elderly man in the black coat frowned: "When you get old, you wake up earlier and can't sleep soundly. I want to go out for a walk."

"Aunt Jia, a security guard went missing recently, so you should stay home for now."

"I can't sleep at home, my heart races, so I feel more comfortable outside." Aunt Jia waved her hand: "I'm over eighty years old, I've lived long enough, you don't need to worry about me."

The old lady was quite stubborn; she refused to go back to her room and couldn't give a specific reason. Han Fei felt that things weren't so simple.

"Aunt Jia, do you keep having nightmares when you sleep at home?" Han Fei tried to keep his tone tactful.

"Are you trying to sell me some kind of sleep-aid pillow? I don't need it." The old woman had a rather strange temper and didn't like to talk to people in the building. She ignored all advice and pushed Hua Ge aside, heading towards the emergency exit on the right.

"Aren't we going to stop her?" Han Fei was a little confused when he saw Hua Ge standing still. This was quite different from the enthusiasm Hua Ge had shown before.

“You can’t persuade her. That old lady was one of the first residents in the building. She has a very strange personality. She always gets up at 3:30 in the morning and then wanders around the building. She also has many strange habits, such as never taking the elevator, never going to the top floor, never calling people by name, and never smiling.” Hua Ge was just saying it casually, but Han Fei kept his words in mind.

He always felt that the old man seemed to know something, and that the other party's refusal to do those things was as if he was deliberately avoiding the death curse in the building.

Looking at the old woman's back from afar, she was leaning against the wall, occasionally touching her scarf.

As the scarf moved, a small patch of blood-red butterfly pattern was faintly revealed.

Is this old lady also a butterfly flowerpot?

Han Fei kept this in mind. He felt that the old lady was wandering around the building before four o'clock every day, probably looking for something.

"The stairwell door is locked. As long as she's still inside, I should be able to run into her again." Han Fei wanted to meet the old woman alone, but now wasn't the time. The difference in information between them was too great, and it would be easy for him to be deceived and end up helping the other party count their money.

"Let's go. Nothing bad has ever happened on the ninth floor. This floor is quite safe."

Hua Ge's words deepened Han Fei's suspicions. Why was the ninth floor, where the old man lived, the safest? Had all the bad things already been dealt with by the old man beforehand?

They continued their patrol, and the strange old lady seemed to be a lucky charm for the three security guards. They encountered nothing for four consecutive floors, all the way to the fourteenth floor.

As Han Fei stepped out of the corner of the thirteenth-floor staircase, a chilling aura enveloped him.

A chill ran down his spine for no apparent reason. Han Fei stared at the number 14 on the wall, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

"There's a madman living on the fourteenth floor. I hope he doesn't have a breakdown tonight." Brother Hua didn't want to stay on the fourteenth floor either, but that's exactly where the problem occurred.

The security cameras in the stairwell were smashed, the locks on the security doors were removed, and various kinds of household garbage were scattered on the ground, making everything sticky and messy.

“When we patrolled at midnight, the surveillance cameras and door locks were all working properly!” Xiao Fang walked past the trash. He wanted to pull Han Fei along, but found Han Fei staring intently at the trash: “What are you looking at?”

“Household garbage can also reflect a person’s personality, and some information can be roughly deduced.” Han Fei used the rubber stick in his hand to turn over the garbage, and after a while, his arm was suspended in mid-air.

"Did you find anything?" Xiao Fang and Hua Ge leaned over and looked at the spot where Han Fei was pointing with the rubber baton. They were both horrified.

Hidden in an inconspicuous package was half a severed finger, still bleeding.

"My God!" Xiao Fang took two steps back, clutching Han Fei's clothes tightly. "Is this a murder case?! It's a murder!"

Han Fei seemed stunned, and it took him a while to react. He was as if he had never seen flesh and blood before, and he felt nauseous and his face became even paler.

"You two calm down! Don't panic!" Hua Ge managed to stay calm, and he was about to pull Han Fei up when Xiao Fang suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Look behind you! Brother Hua, look behind you!"

Hua Ge and Han Fei turned their heads at the same time. In the corridor on the 14th floor, one of the security doors was open, and a face was peeking out, watching them from the darkness.

"That looks like room 1144, doesn't it?"

Thank you to moqifei for being the leader!
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