My Healing Games

Chapter 461 Fresh Meat Rice Dumplings
Through trials of life and death, Han Fei's acting skills have reached a special level.

He put on the deliveryman's uniform and didn't put on any extra show, but he looked just like a deliveryman who had been in the business for many years. His behavior, his eyes and his temperament were impeccable.

When Han Fei passed through the security booth, the security guard on duty not only did not stop him, but even gave him a bottle of water.

Entering the Shaheyuan residential area, you'll find yourself in the best environment of Shahe, with the community resembling a park.

"The boss lives in Zone 1, and the family that ordered the white rice lives in Zone 9."

The entire Shaheyuan area is divided into nine zones, with zones one through four on the right and zones five through nine on the left. The right zone is noticeably more lively than the left zone.

Following the address he ordered food from, Han Fei arrived at a residential building deep within the community, where there were hardly any people to be seen.

Carrying his delivery box, Han Fei walked up the steps and pressed the electronic doorbell at the entrance of the building.

The ding-dong sound kept ringing out, but no one came out of the building.

“The building looks no different from the other buildings in the community, and the nearby lawns and gardens are maintained every day, but it seems that not many people live inside the building.”

Han Fei took out his phone and dialed the number left by the person who placed the order, but the phone was always busy and no one answered.

"The stairwell door was locked. How did Wang Ping'an get in last night? Who opened the door for him?"

While Han Fei was worrying outside, he suddenly heard footsteps in the stairwell. He looked up in surprise and saw an elderly man in his sixties slowly coming downstairs with his mobile phone in his hand.

"He's the one who placed the order? The person who placed the order is still alive?"

It's noon, but the hallway is unusually dimly lit.

The old man went downstairs, put his phone to his ear, and said into the phone, "If you're really too busy, don't come back for the holidays this year. I'm quite comfortable living alone."

After saying that, the old man hung up the phone. He walked to the entrance of the building and glanced outside: "Who were you looking for?"

"I'm a food deliveryman." Han Fei's call still didn't go through, but the old man had already ended the call. The person who ordered the food probably wasn't him; it was probably just a small misunderstanding.

"Takeout?" The old man stared at Han Fei for a long time before opening the stairwell door: "Come in."

"Thank you, sir." Han Fei was about to enter the building with his delivery box when a cold wind blew in his face, making him shiver.

"Young man, most of the residents in this building have moved out. Who ordered this takeout?"

"The address says Shaheyuan No. 9 District, fourth floor, door number 19." Han Fei took out his phone and pretended to look at it.

"The fourth floor?" The old man was about to leave, but stopped after hearing Han Fei's words: "Did you send me to the wrong place? No one lives on the fourth floor."

"But that's the address they filled in."

The old man didn't say anything more, just nodded, and continued walking downstairs.

"Oh!"

When Han Fei reached the third floor, he heard the sound of a door closing on the first floor, as if someone had locked the hallway door.

"It's daytime now, so there shouldn't be any problems." The landlord's ring didn't react, and his mood was normal. Han Fei readjusted his state and went straight to the fourth floor.

The high-end residential areas in Shaheyuan are generally not very tall; these small buildings are only five stories high.

"Is anyone home?"

Standing at the door of room 401, Han Fei's own voice echoed throughout the entire corridor.

"Your takeout is here." Han Fei glanced around. The hallway was much darker than before. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, but inside, it was cold and damp.

"Is anyone home...?" Han Fei hadn't finished speaking when his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, startling him.

"Wang Ping'an? Why is this kid calling me now?"

When Han Fei answered the phone, he thought something had happened to Wang Ping'an, but Wang Ping'an didn't say a complete sentence on the other end of the line, just kept laughing foolishly, which made Han Fei feel a little uneasy.

"Ping An, are you alright? Hello? Hello!"

The cell phone signal suddenly weakened, and after a series of hissing static sounds, the call was disconnected.

Holding his phone, Han Fei was still wondering why Wang Ping'an had called him when his phone vibrated again.

Looking at the phone number displayed on the screen, Han Fei held his breath. This time, it was the person who placed the order calling him.

Han Fei pressed the answer button without making a sound, focusing intently on catching every subtle sound from the other end of the microphone.

The sounds of rinsing rice, chopping vegetables, frying food, and clattering bowls and chopsticks...

The person who ordered the food on the other end of the phone seemed to be in the kitchen, busy preparing various dishes.

"its not right."

Various sounds came from the phone, but Han Fei, pressing his face against the door, couldn't hear any sound coming from inside the house. It felt as if the phone and the house were two different worlds.

"Did I come to the wrong place?"

The customer who placed the order called Han Fei, but he didn't say a word, and Han Fei didn't dare to hang up.

This continued for about ten seconds, and then Han Fei heard a man's voice on the phone: "The dishes are almost ready, let's start the meal."

"Second brother, Dad hasn't come back yet. It seems he went out to buy something."

"The house has everything it needs, so what does he want to buy now?"

"They must have gone to buy meat."

"We already have enough meat. Let's finish the frozen meat in the freezer first. Buying so much is a waste!"

"Dad wants to eat zongzi with fresh meat."

"What do you mean by fresh meat? Go get the dishes, I'll go call Dad back."

Footsteps came through the phone, getting closer and closer to Han Fei, and soon they reached the door. Then, the sound of the door opening came through the phone.

As the lock turned, the security door in front of Han Fei opened at the same time.

Listening to the static coming from his phone and watching the door slowly open in front of him, Han Fei subconsciously tightened his grip on the strap of the delivery box.

The moment the door opened, all the sounds on the phone disappeared. Han Fei stood at the door with his phone in his hand, unsure whether he should go inside now.

"I specifically chose noon, the time when the yang energy is strongest."

Shaheyuan No. 9 is a high-end residence with very large rooms and luxurious interior decoration. However, the room was covered in dust, indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.

"Your takeout has arrived." Han Fei walked into the house step by step. He noticed that there were withered fruits on the coffee table in the living room. He then turned to look at the dining table, where there were all kinds of rotten and smelly food.

"You've made so many dishes? It feels a bit like a family reunion for Chinese New Year."

Carrying the takeout box in one hand, Han Fei walked to the dining table. Just as he was about to check the food on the table, he suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.

Turning to look at the bedroom next door, Han Fei's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. On the wooden table in that bedroom was a row of black and white portraits!
The photo shows men, women, and children of all ages, all staring at Han Fei in the living room.

He gasped, touched the landlord's ring, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He forced himself to overcome his fear and pushed the bedroom door open completely.

The room was unusually dark, with the curtains drawn.

Stopping beside the table, Han Fei opened the takeout box, moved the old lady's package aside, and then placed the boxes of rice in front of her portrait.

"I don't mean to offend you, I just want to deliver the rice. You like the rice from this restaurant, so I can deliver it to you in the future. I can even bring the chef over here by kidnapping him."

Seemingly due to excessive fear and nervousness, Han Fei "accidentally" opened the old lady's package while taking the rice, and the love letter, the bamboo leaves, and the letter addressed to an old friend all fell out.

"Sorry, it's my first day at work, I'm a little nervous."

Han Fei seemed to be talking to himself. He hurriedly began to tidy up, but when he was about to pick up the letter addressed to his old friend, a pale hand picked up the envelope beforehand.

Looking up along that hand, one could see a group of expressionless, bloodless people standing at the bedroom door, staring intently at Han Fei.

"Boom..."

The security door to the living room slowly closed, and pale faces approached Han Fei.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Han Fei unzipped the deliveryman's uniform and then opened his outer jacket, revealing the secondhand store clerk's uniform underneath.

"You might not believe it, but I'm here to help you get revenge."

It would have been fine if Han Fei hadn't revealed the secondhand shop uniform, but once he saw it, the temperature in the room instantly plummeted to freezing, and the chill emanating from the landlord's ring felt like a razor blade scraping against Han Fei's fingers.

"I brought out the bamboo leaves and letters. The mall owner is going to kill me next! I'm desperate now. I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well make my death more meaningful." Seeing the reactions of the figures in room 19, Han Fei already knew what to do next.

He had prepared his emotions and was about to speak when an unexpected incident occurred.

Han Fei's phone suddenly vibrated. He looked down and saw a number calling.

Han Fei had seen that phone number once before. Two days ago, when he borrowed Huang Li's phone to call Wang Ping'an's father, he secretly looked through Huang Li's contacts. This number had also appeared in Huang Li's contacts, and Huang Li had saved the number as "Boss".

"The mall owner called at this time? Has he already discovered the problem with the shrine?"

Looking at the answer button on his phone screen, Han Fei hesitated. Answering the call in front of the victims would definitely have serious consequences.

(End of this chapter)