My Healing Games

Chapter 455 White Rice at Midnight
Han Fei, having emerged from the hallucination, was noticeably different from before.

Han Fei accomplished what the master of the shrine could not. All the changes he brought after entering the world of memories set the gears of fate in motion.

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

The door to the secondhand market was pushed open, and a notification sound rang for customers to enter. Han Fei turned his head to look at the store entrance.

A deliveryman carrying a takeout box stood blankly at the door, his expression somewhat dazed, his mouth slightly crooked.

"Ping An?" Han Fei didn't expect the deliveryman he had helped before to come over at this time: "Why aren't you home yet? What time is it?"

Wang Ping'an picked up the takeout box in his hand and shouted loudly, "I brought fried chicken."

"Did you bring me this food?" Han Fei felt a warmth in his heart and let Wang Ping'an into the shop.

After opening the delivery box, he saw a damaged fried chicken box and a very obvious shoe print on the top of the box.

"Someone kicked over your takeout box?" Han Fei circled around Wang Ping'an, whose clothes were covered in mud and sauce.

"Fried chicken." Wang Ping'an didn't care about his soiled clothes at all. He placed the still-warm fried chicken on the counter as if it were a precious treasure: "I can't finish it, so I'll give you some, and give some to Dad."

Looking at the two large, badly damaged boxes of fried chicken, Han Fei shook his head. It was unlikely that Wang Ping'an would buy so much fried chicken just for the sake of eating; something must have happened to him on the way to deliver it.

Can I borrow your phone?

Han Fei took Wang Ping'an's phone, opened the delivery driver's app, and found that he had not only received two more negative reviews, but had also reimbursed the customer for the meal at the original price.

"You lost money, and you're still so happy?" Han Fei calculated that Wang Ping'an had worked for nothing today.

"Fried chicken...it's so delicious." With a silly grin, Wang Ping'an opened a box of fried chicken and then handed Han Fei a bottle of flat cola that had almost been shaken flat.

Then he happily started eating, not thinking about anything, not having to be afraid or worried about anything, eating the fried chicken with gusto, his lips soaked in oil.

Looking at Wang Ping'an, Han Fei felt a sense of unreality. He never expected that in such an abnormal world, there would be such a "normal" person.

"Luckily, I regained my senses, otherwise if you had come tonight, I might have even killed you with my own hands." Fate has changed, and Han Fei picked up the fried chicken and started eating. These short ten minutes were the most relaxing time of his day.

After finishing the first box, Wang Ping'an took out the second box of fried chicken from the delivery box. He wanted to try a different flavor, but he felt that the second box should be left for his father.

"Don't eat yet. You should go home early and share it with your dad." Han Fei grabbed the second box of fried chicken and was about to put it in the delivery box when he suddenly noticed that the bottom of Wang Ping'an's delivery box was full of boxes of white rice.

"So much rice? And it's cooked?" Han Fei asked, somewhat puzzled. "Ping An, did you buy this rice yourself?"

“Takeout, it’s all takeout.” Wang Ping’an pointed to his phone: “I can’t find the address. The house is full of dead people.”

Han Fei suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. One second he felt that being with Wang Ping'an was very therapeutic, and the next second Wang Ping'an said something surprising.

"A dead person? Did a dead person order takeout?"

"It's a dead person." Wang Ping'an was still grinning foolishly.

The fried chicken in his hand suddenly lost its appeal. Han Fei took a napkin and wiped Wang Ping'an's hands, then asked him to sit down in front of him: "Where are you sending all this rice?"

“Upstream, Shahe River source, Baicheng District.” Wang Ping’an answered with great difficulty, so Han Fei simply took his phone to check, and soon he made a very terrifying discovery.

Every night, people in the Shaheyuan area of ​​Baicheng District order white rice. The address they fill in is always the same, and they always order white rice from the same restaurant.

Without thinking about anything else, Han Fei took out his phone and dialed the number left at the restaurant, but no one answered after it rang for a long time.

He tried calling Wang Ping'an's phone again, and the call was answered after only two rings.

"Is something wrong? Did something happen to you?" A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, and you could tell he was very nervous.

Han Fei's eyes darted around as he walked deeper into the shop, phone in hand: "The address you gave me is wrong. Why are there so many dead people in the house?"

"Oh!"

There was a sound from the other end of the phone, and then the call was immediately disconnected.

After waiting for a while, the same number called Wang Ping'an again.

As soon as Han Fei answered the phone, he heard his boss struggling to suppress his breathing: "Brother, I absolutely did not mean to cheat you, but you are the only one who takes orders every time."

"So...why was there a dead person in that house?"

“I really didn’t know! Shaheyuan is a wealthy area. There used to be a family who loved eating at our restaurant, but one day they stopped ordering dishes and only ordered rice. I was curious, so I asked around and found out that the family had been kidnapped and killed by the kidnappers several days ago! The key point is that the whole family was at home when the deliveryman delivered the food!”

"If someone is dead, why would they still eat rice every day?"

"I don't know either! Anyway, they still order rice at night, and in the last few months, the number of customers ordering rice at night has increased! They live in all sorts of places, and many delivery drivers don't dare to take these orders, but you seem to be unafraid of them. Wait a minute, your voice sounds a little different than before?"

"Then guess who I am?" Before Han Fei could finish speaking, the other party hung up the phone for the second time.

“The shop owner probably wasn’t lying.” Han Fei returned to Wang Ping’an’s side, looking at the white rice that filled the bottom of his takeout box. “The shop owner said that in recent months, more customers have been ordering rice in the evenings. Are all those customers dead?”

Looking at the restaurant's description, Han Fei was surprised to find that it was also owned by the department store owner. The man surnamed Gu had built many buildings and owned numerous businesses near Shahe. However, in the past year or two, he had started to have bad luck, and many of his businesses had failed. Only the department store, the Wugu Restaurant, and the Shahe Private Hospital remained standing.

"Ping An, how many similar orders have you taken? You mean orders for large quantities of white rice and strange dishes at night?"

Upon hearing Han Fei's question, Wang Ping'an flipped through his phone, proudly showing Han Fei his delivery records.

Upon closer inspection, Han Fei's face turned pale. No wonder Wang Ping'an, that silly kid, always came out at night to deliver food; a large portion of his orders were for rice.

“It was a ghost that kept this guy alive…” Looking through even earlier food delivery records, Wang Ping’an even received an order to be delivered to Han Fei’s apartment complex, and the order address was the room of the woman who hanged herself on the third floor.

"Is there something wrong with this rice?" Han Fei took out a box, opened it, and stirred the rice with chopsticks. The rice was half-cooked, and it seemed to contain incense ash and embers of paper money, so it looked grayish.

"Ping An, don't take any more jobs to Shaheyuan. Just because you got away with it once doesn't mean you'll always be safe. Walking on dark roads too often might lead to encountering ghosts..."

Wang Ping'an, who always obeyed Han Fei's every word, did not immediately agree to Han Fei's request this time. He asked a very special question: "Are dead people ghosts? Why should I be afraid of dead people? Those who bully me are all living people."

"If a living person bullies you, it might be for your money; if a dead person has ill intentions, it might be for your life." At this point, Han Fei suddenly thought of something. Whether it was Wang Ping'an, who delivered food at night, or the old lady who often came into the store at night, they didn't seem to be afraid of ghosts. The most terrifying ghosts in this memory world didn't harm them casually.

"The shrine's owner was instilled with the idea that good people are rewarded from a young age, but when he tried to be a good person, he encountered all sorts of misfortunes. He was twisted into the most evil monster, becoming unrecognizable. But in his world of memories, he still subconsciously protects those good people. Even now, he probably still believes that good people are rewarded, at least in his world."

Han Fei glanced at the "Good Person" title in his attribute panel, then looked at Wang Ping'an: "Ping'an, if you insist on delivering it, that's fine, but after dawn, you have to take me to see where those people live."

"Which ones?" Wang Ping'an didn't quite understand Han Fei's words; his eyes were still fixed on another box of fried chicken in the takeout box.

“Take me to the neighborhood of everyone who ordered this kind of white rice late at night. If there’s no danger, you can continue to take these orders.” Han Fei had his own plan. He had already seen those who died because of the shrine in the shrine master’s hallucinations, and now he wanted to meet them in person in the world of memories.

(End of this chapter)