My Healing Games

Chapter 433 Whoever works the night shift at this shop dies.

"Only the toys labeled 'Mom' were destroyed?"

Han Fei held the puppet in his hand and gently twisted its body, discovering a few drops of blood on its neck.

"There's blood on the child's toy; something's not right." Han Fei tried to grab the puppet's body with his hand. The area where his fingers gripped was clean, and the bloodstains were right on the edge of his fingers.

"Could it be that the child just witnessed his father committing murder?" A scene flashed through Han Fei's mind.

The child, who knew nothing, heard his parents arguing fiercely. He timidly took his toys and went out of his room, only to witness the moment his mother's head fell off.

The splattered blood landed in front of him, and a small amount also splashed onto the toys.

This also explains why only the toys labeled "Mother" were disassembled.

"We just can't piece the head back together..."

"Hey!"

A woman's voice suddenly rang out above Han Fei's head, startling him so much that his pupils dilated.

"What are you doing?" Huang Li stood by the counter with a clean cloth bag and a sweater in her hand, looking at Han Fei who was hiding under the counter with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing. A child just came over and begged me to let him keep his toys." Han Fei's expression quickly returned to normal.

"That kid's here again? And in the middle of the night?" Huang Li shook her head: "That kid probably ran away from home without his family's knowledge. If his dad finds out, he'll definitely give him a beating."

"Have you met his father?"

“These toys were sent by his father. The man was very tall and strong, and his arms were a whole size thicker than my thighs.”

"I heard he also brought a lot of old furniture. Is he planning to move?" Han Fei placed the puppet separately in another place.

"I don't know." Huang Li looked around. "Where's the child? Where did he go?"

"He was just in the store a moment ago, he probably slipped away quietly." Han Fei stepped out from behind the counter. "May I see the secondhand furniture he consigned here?"

"Most of the things he brought were new, so I put them at the front of the furniture section."

Han Fei entered the furniture section and searched through each item, finally setting his sights on the largest single sofa.

"If you hollow out the sofa, you could easily hide a corpse wrapped in duct tape and preservatives inside."

Slowly approaching, Han Fei lifted the sofa cushion and began to feel around with his fingers.

He didn't find the body in the sofa, but only a very thin notebook hidden in the crevice of the sofa cushion.

This must be the boy's notebook. His Chinese teacher requires him to write a weekly journal entry, and for a whole month, the boy has been writing about his father taking him to the park.

"Judging from the description, it should be that abandoned little park. Could it be that the body was buried in the park by the man?"

The child's diary always mentioned the small pond downstream of the stone bridge. Han Fei suspected that the man had killed his wife and hidden the body in the silt of the pond.

"The boy's body was pale from being submerged, and his pupils were swollen like a goldfish's; he may have been thrown into that river as well."

Flipping through the homework, Han Fei saw the boy's last journal entry, in which he wrote how much his father loved him and how he had bought him many toys.

Then something caught Han Fei's attention: the boy's favorite toys, which he had mentioned in his diary, were not found in the cardboard box.

At first glance, this seems normal. The father loves his child and didn't consign his child's favorite toy to a second-hand store because he loves his child very much.

But all of this is predicated on the child being alive.

If the boy is already dead, then the toys the father deliberately left behind are worth considering. Did he bury them next to the boy's body out of remorse? Or were the toys stained with so much blood that they couldn't be sold? Or was he simply a pervert, wanting to feel the warmth of his child's life through those toys?

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

The sound came from the shop entrance again. Han Fei didn't expect so many people to come to this shop in the middle of the night.

He quietly slipped the boy's journal into his clothes, quickly put the sofa back in its place, and then walked towards the store entrance with a perfectly professional smile.

In front of the secondhand supermarket, a food delivery worker stood holding a sign and stammering as he spoke.

Because he was standing right at the shop entrance, neither coming in nor going out, the jingling sound kept going off.

"Sister Li, have you ordered takeout?"

"I didn't! It must have been delivered to the wrong address." Huang Li gestured for the deliveryman to come in first, but he waved his hands and opened and closed his mouth but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Don't worry." Han Fei glanced at the deliveryman and noticed that his backside was covered in soup and oil, and there was a small burn on his arm. "Did something happen on the way? Did the soup and rice you delivered get spilled?"

Upon hearing Han Fei's voice, the deliveryman nodded vigorously, his mouth wide open, and he drawled, "I'm...sorry."

When the delivery driver speaks, his facial skin twitches involuntarily; he cannot control his facial expressions.

"This takeout wasn't ordered by us. Are you sure you didn't send it to the wrong person?"

"Address: Department Store... here." The deliveryman took out his phone and kept pointing to things for Han Fei: "Phone, phone, no one is answering."

"Wait a minute! This sounds like security's call." Huang Li took out her phone and dialed the number. The other end answered immediately: "Did you order takeout? They've already delivered it. Where are you?"

A short while later, the mall elevator lights came on, and two night shift security guards came over. When they saw the very disheveled deliveryman, they showed no surprise, as if they had known all along that he would spill his soup and rice.

"Can you two stop dawdling?"

"This kid was five minutes late. If anyone's been slow, it's him." The security guard, who had just been reprimanded by Zhu Wei, raised his head and held out his hand to the deliveryman: "Being late is one thing, but where's the food?"

"I'm sorry." The deliveryman rubbed his hands, looking very scared. His face was flushed with anxiety, but he couldn't say anything.

"I'm asking you about the takeout!" The security guard's voice grew louder, as if he wanted to vent all the anger he had just suffered.

The security guard pressed closer and closer, his voice growing louder and louder. The deliveryman seemed startled; he turned and ran to Entrance C, pushed his electric scooter to the door, and then hurriedly ran inside, clutching the delivery box still dripping with soup.

"Don't move! You're making the floor dirty!"

The deliveryman's fingers were burned red, and his arm was trembling, but he stopped and didn't dare to put the delivery box on the ground.

"Give it to me," Han Fei said softly, reaching out to take the delivery box.

The scalding soup splashed onto my palm, making it sticky and hot.

When the box was opened, all four large portions of mutton soup inside had spilled.

"What are we going to do?! Don't say we're bullying a disabled person! Everyone has a hard time, this is our first meal today, what do you suggest we do now!" Two security guards stood on either side of the deliveryman, who clearly had an intellectual disability. He held up his hand, which was still dripping with mutton soup, and gasped for breath, unable to utter a single word.

"You spilled it yourself, so you have to pay for it." The security guard took out his phone: "If you don't pay, you're not leaving today."

The deliveryman couldn't speak a complete sentence, only making strange noises. He seemed to be trying to back away, but another security guard grabbed him by the neck.

He seemed to have been observing the deliveryman for a while, reaching into the deliveryman's collar and tearing the knot of the rope hanging around the deliveryman's neck.

A name tag hung on the rope, written stroke by stroke like a primary school student practicing calligraphy: "Hello, I am Wang Ping'an's father. He has autism since childhood. If he does anything wrong, please contact me and I will come as soon as possible. My address is No. 15 Shahe Street, and my phone number is..."

"Stop arguing with him, just call his dad." The security guard read out the phone number on the sign, and another security guard started dialing.

"There are only two of you security guards on the night shift. You two want to drink four servings of soup? And add so much meat? Aren't you afraid of getting sick from overeating?" Han Fei took out the container of mutton soup from the delivery box: "Mutton soup is already hard to deliver, and the merchant's packaging is also problematic. You can only bully this deliveryman with intellectual disabilities."

"You're the one who decides whether there's a problem with the merchant's packaging?"

"I've actually worked in the food delivery industry and I'm quite good at packing food." Han Fei had used deliverymen's food containers to pack many corpses in the dead building: "It's fine if you spilled your mutton soup and need to vent, but you need to find the right target. This kind of shoddy food container and packaging method feels like the business is deliberately ripping people off."

“I remember now!” Huang Li suddenly spoke up, pointing to one of the security guards and saying, “Xiao Li’s wife came to the city two months ago and opened a lamb offal shop next to the No. 3 Middle School.”

Han Fei picked up the deliveryman's phone and glanced at it; the location where he picked up the food was indeed near the Third Middle School.

"So that's what I was thinking? Business is bad, so you want to get rid of all this mutton that's about to spoil? Look at the map, the deliveryman's father lives on Shahe Street, which is close to No. 3 Middle School. Does this deliveryman often pick up orders from your wife's shop?" Han Fei reacted so quickly that he instantly saw through the security guard's little scheme.

"You're ripping off disabled people who are still delivering food in the middle of the night? Are you two even human?" Huang Li was also a little angry: "I used to think you were nice, and I even worked the night shift with you."

Having been exposed, the two security guards stopped pretending. They stood together and looked at Huang Li: "Don't act like you're so great. If you're really that great, why don't you tell this new guy what happened in your store?"

The security guard called Xiao Li snorted coldly, then looked at Han Fei: "You idiot, do you know why a secondhand supermarket has to stay open late at night? Do you know why someone has to be here 24 hours a day? Don't be fooled by this lying vixen. Someone died in your store before! Whoever works the night shift dies!"

(End of this chapter)