My Iyashikei Game

The old man living in room 301 is one of the oldest residents in the building. He is kind to everyone and never puts on airs.

When the neighbors were in trouble, he would help him whenever he could. He has a good relationship with everyone. When everyone sees him, he will kindly call out - Uncle Li, hello.

Each of the residents in the building has their own responsibilities. The old man is highly respected and popular, so everyone elected him to be the acting head of the building.

On weekdays, the old man will take the initiative to coordinate the relationship between neighbors and resolve conflicts. If anyone from outside wants to enter the building to live, he must also obtain his consent.

Uncle Li's cloudy eyes looked at the young man standing in the center of the room. He vaguely remembered that the other party returned to the building with Xu Qin, and his name seemed to be Han Fei.

"Uncle Li, my sister has paid too much for me, and I don't want to be her burden. Do you see anything I can do in the building? As long as you can give me a mask, everything is easy to say." Han Fei said a little. Shy, he is not good at communicating with people, and he dares not look into the eyes of others when he speaks.

Uncle Li had a kind smile on his face. He read countless people, and Han Fei's character was roughly determined by Han Fei's speech and behavior.

The young man in front of him is introverted, usually he rarely talks, and he is not good at dealing with people. He always puts things in his heart.

"Actually, I especially want to help you. The key point is that I am not alone in this building."

"Uncle Li, I'm very diligent and able to endure hardships. You can give me any dirty or tiring work in the building." Han Fei clutched the wound on his shoulder and looked at Uncle Li seriously.

This is the first time Uncle Li has seen such sincere eyes in such a long life. Under the protection of Xu Qin, this young man is like a piece of jade that has not been stained with malice.

The excitement in his eyes flashed, and the turbid eyes of the old man slowly rolled. For those who are full of malice, the more beautiful and simple things are, the more exciting they are to destroy.

"Because you are so considerate of your sister, then I will make an exception to help you." The old man seemed to really start to think about helping Han Fei in this way: "There are no idle people in the building, what have you done before? Where? Have you worked anywhere? Is there anything you are good at?"

Hearing the old man's question, Han Fei was silent for a while before opening his mouth: "Although I am young, I have a lot of work experience. I started working in a convenience store. I am hard-working, very enthusiastic about my work, and have a good relationship with my colleagues. It was all very good. Later, in order to help the store manager share the pressure, I took the initiative to do the hardest and most dangerous work. The store manager was very moved when he found out, and I became an inseparable good friend.”

"I am still a very self-motivated person. While working in a convenience store, I teach myself about education. The hard work pays off, and I was finally accepted as a teacher in a school. I get along very well with the students, they I feel like a father, giving them the care and attention they have never had before."

Han Fei recalled the work he had done, and when he recalled those beautiful things, there would still be a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Han Fei's unconscious smile, the disgust in the old man's heart was even stronger. He prefers to tear up all good things rather than bless them.

"Is that all? That's more difficult. We already have a teacher in the building, and she usually takes care of the children." The old man limped out of bed and seemed to be rummaging for something in the house: "You Besides these, what are you good at?"

"When I was in my hometown in the countryside, I followed my elders to slaughter pigs. They were famous butchers in the village, so I also learned all the skills of slaughtering livestock." Han Fei stood in the butcher's house and asked the old man calmly. : "You shouldn't have butchers here, right? This profession is rarely seen."

"Butcher?" The old man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Han Fei repeatedly. He couldn't find any flaws in Han Fei. The other party didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with what he said: "There are various Occupation, but there is no butcher, you came at the right time, but I want to see your craftsmanship, come with me."

Uncle Li opened the door and walked towards a road that was completely unfamiliar to Han Fei: "Where's your sister? And what about the child following you?"

"My sister went to the writer's house to find clues. That child is in my sister's house." Han Fei didn't know where the old man was taking him, but he just felt that the old man was very "kind" and worthy of "trust".

The two walked around the corridor for a long time, and then came to a corner on the first floor.

Pushing open the door in front of you, there is a downward staircase inside the house.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and there was unwashed dirt on the ground.

"Uncle Li, why did you bring me here?" Han Fei was a little reluctant to go in.

"We usually slaughter animals here. This is also a test for you. After all, this is the first time I have seen a person who is a butcher." The old man knew very well that everyone in the butcher's family was a butcher. It's just that everyone has other occupations to cover up, and they will never say that they are butchers in an open and honest way.

"If you can pass the test, this is where you will work in the future." Uncle Li led Han Fei down the long stairs. The underground buildings of this building seemed to be more complicated than the buildings on the ground.

On the second basement floor, the old man opened a rusty iron door.

There is a solid wood table in the room, and a large iron basin covered with black cloth is placed on the table.

"If you say you are a butcher, then you should know a lot about meat. Look at what kind of meat is in that pot." The old man motioned Han Fei to go to the table, and he walked to a large iron cabinet in the corner.

The black cloth was lifted, and the processed meat was placed in the iron basin.

The texture and odor it emits are unique.

Han Fei watched for a long time, then frowned.

"How is it? Do you recognize it? As long as you say what kind of meat it is, you can stay, get a job, and have a mask of your own." The old man was looking for something in the iron cabinet, and his head was did not return.

After a long time, the old man seemed to have finally found what he wanted. He took out a rusty dull knife from the bottom layer of the iron cabinet.

His fingers full of age spots caressed the dull knife, and his facial features facing away from Han Fei began to twist.

"I don't recognize it, but it's definitely the meat of some kind of animal. It looks familiar." Han Fei observed carefully. He didn't seem to notice that the old man with the dull knife had turned around slowly, and the expression on his face had completely changed. Variety.

"Flesh from a beast?" The old man let out an unpleasant laugh, and he waved the knife in his hand: "Look more closely? Are you sure it's the meat of a beast?"

He approached Han Fei little by little, his mouth cracked open, revealing black and yellow teeth: "You touch that layer of flesh, and then touch your own skin, does it feel... very similar!"

When the old man finished saying this, he violently swung his sword at Han Fei, and his movements were very fast, which was completely different from the slowness he had shown before.

Han Fei, who had been prepared for a long time, avoided it in advance, and the dull knife slashed directly on the edge of the iron basin, making a crisp sound, but the old man didn't care at all.

This is underground, and no one will come even if a sound is made.

"I'm sorry, you are not qualified for this job. As a butcher, how can you not even distinguish the most basic human flesh?" The old man's sinister laughter echoed underground.

"Some people are human, but some people are no different from animals." Han Fei took out the butcher knife from the inventory: "I just want to find a job, why do you always target me? No matter what. Is it a convenience store, or a school, or now.”

The reason why Han Fei didn't attack the old man directly was because he wanted to test the old man to see if he was the one who stole the writer's manuscript.

It seems that the old man is testing Han Fei, but it is actually Han Fei who is testing the old man. If the old man passes his test, he will share the secret with the old man. In the final analysis, Han Fei is not a bloodthirsty person, he is just passive defense most of the time.

"I just felt something was wrong." The old man's turbid eyes were bleeding, and those black impurities turned into some kind of curse, which made his whole person begin to change: "Can a knife without a blade kill people?"

"Don't you know if you let me cut a knife?" Han Fei stuffed the pitiful little black snake on his wrist into the ghost pattern, and a faint yin lingered around him.

At the same time, footsteps also sounded outside, and Xu Qinhe, who had been secretly following Han Fei, all came to the second underground floor.

"You're not the person I'm looking for, and now you're useless." Han Fei held the butcher's knife in his hand, and still had that sincere expression on his face: "Everything in the world is miserable, and I'm here to send you a blissful life."

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