My Iyashikei Game

On the first night of my job, I learned the prices of all the items in the thrift store, memorized their placement, helped a bullied deliveryman, and accidentally killed a criminal suspect.

The owner of the shrine recorded all of this in detail in his diary. He was already under great pressure. After the murder, he almost collapsed.

His mother was seriously ill in the hospital and was in urgent need of money. He worked two jobs day and night and worked hard, but fate played a big joke on him.

"kill?"

Every word in the diary is filled with suffocating despair and unease, and from the scribbled handwriting, it can be seen that the mental state of the owner of the shrine is very bad.

Just looking at the words in the diary, Han Fei's mood value began to drop. It seemed that the words were written by him and affected his mood at all times.

"If the owner of the shrine wants to save his mother, he must use all his time to raise money. If he is involved in a murder case, he may not even have the last chance to see his mother."

Han Fei stared at the scribbled lines on the diary. He reached out and tore off the page of the diary. He took a pen and smeared all the words.

In order to prevent the traces of the text from being seen on the back of the paper, Han Fei smeared the front and back of the paper, then tore the page into pieces and soaked it in water.

After it was all soaked, he flushed it into the sewer in batches.

"My mood is affected by this diary, and my mood fluctuates with the words in the diary. I can't change the key memory node of this memory world, and I am still being assimilated by this memory world, and it may change slowly. You have to be the same as the shrine master."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Han Fei quickly hid the diary: "Come, come! Don't worry!"

Opening the door, Han Fei saw a chubby woman standing at the door. She was wearing an ill-fitting red coat and smelled of cheap fragrance.

"I also think you are pitiful, and asked you to pay the rent a month later, but you are not kind! If I don't tell you, will you live in secret like this forever?" The woman's voice was rough and a little harsh: "I It's not for charity, you can make up the rent I owe immediately, or just pack up and get out!"

"I still owe a month's rent?"

"Pretend to be confused?" The woman's face became even worse, and her fat hand patted the door directly: "Have you learned to be a rascal at a young age?"

"Sister, listen to me, I will definitely make up the rent. But I hope you can give me a little more grace. I just found a job and I don't have any money at all." Han Fei pushed his emotions to the limit. He was desperate, as if he was the only one left in the world.

After all, Han Fei spent his time trying to use his master-level acting skills and the eloquence he trained in the deep world, and finally bought himself a few more days.

After the landlady left, Han Fei's mood number dropped by three points.

"In this memory world, people are not much better than ghosts."

After closing the door, Han Fei looked at the little bit of rice left in the kitchen and sighed softly, "Is this what the shrine master has experienced? But I can go to Wang Ping'an's house to eat."

Taking off his muddy coat and shoes, Han Fei began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find clothes to wear, and by the way, rummaged through his pockets to see if there was any change.

After searching for a long time, Han Fei gave up. The original owner of the house told Han Fei what it means to be cleaner than a face.

"The owner of the house only has one bank card, and I don't know the password." Han Fei is extremely short of money now, and he doesn't even have the most basic living guarantee: "I can't go on like this, at least I have to make sure that I have enough food every day. Row."

Eating is not simply to fill the stomach, the process of eating is also a kind of enjoyment and satisfaction, which has a great impact on the mental state and mood.

After drinking a large glass of water, Han Fei lay on the bed. He took out his mobile phone and started looking for opportunities to work during the day, but before he lay down for a long time, the door was knocked again. This time the knock was louder than the last time. even bigger.

"Who is it?"

Han Fei got up and opened the door. There was a man in a floral shirt standing outside. He looked at him in his early thirties, dressed in a sleek fashion.

"How was your job yesterday? Are you satisfied with the job I've found for you?" The man seemed to be very familiar with the original owner of the house, so he went straight into the house and sat on Han Fei's bed: "It completely meets your requirements, only Working night shifts, the salary is still high, let me tell you, in order to find you this job, I had to ask a lot of connections to do it."

Han Fei didn't have the slightest impression of this man. He didn't close the door, but just stood by the door and looked at him suspiciously.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" The man lit a cigarette: "I have already found a job for you, should you give me the agency fee?"

In just a few words, Han Fei roughly determined the identity of the other party. This is a black intermediary. The original owner of the shrine went to the doctor for illness. As a result, with the help of the black intermediary, he became a night shift clerk in a second-hand supermarket.

"How much?" Han Fei is a good citizen who abides by the law and seldom uses shameful means to deal with things, unless there are special circumstances.

"One thousand five! It was agreed at the beginning." The man in the flower shirt took out a signed contract from his pocket, and there was a red fingerprint on it: "What? Are you going to default on your debt after you start work?"

Slowly closing the door, Han Fei felt that he was now in a special situation.

He didn't know what the shrine master's choice was, so he was ready to solve it in his own way.

"Can you give me a few days of grace, I just went to work, how about I give it to you next month?"

"Brother knows that you are short of money now, but we can't break the contract, and I'm just an errand." The man drank a cigarette and pretended to think: "Well, I'll take you to a place that can solve your urgent needs."

The man didn't know whether he felt danger or was lucky. He got up and reopened the door: "Let's go, don't stand still."

Han Fei is in urgent need of rest now. Staying up all night for a long time is not good for his health. He looked at the time and finally decided to leave with the man.

"Where are you going?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

Flower shirts led Han Fei out of the neighborhood that was about to be demolished. They walked a long way in the dilapidated alley, going around in the east and west, and finally entered a chess and card room.

Thick smoke drifted in the air, the environment of this chess and card room was very poor, and there were not many people in it.

"Why did you bring me here? I never play cards." Han Fei acted like a student who didn't know anything. He wanted to go back, but was caught by the flowery shirt.

"Don't be in a hurry! It's already here."

He opened the bamboo curtain at the innermost corner of the chess and card room, which was a fairly clean office.

The windows were closed, and an anti-theft net was installed outside. There were faint traces of blood on the floor. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts. There was a statue of Guan Gong on the desk, and a picture of a dragon and tiger hung on the wall next to it.

The leather shoes made a heavy sound when they stepped on the ground. Not long after Han Fei and the flowered shirt came in, the bamboo curtain was lifted again.

A tall man with a scar on his cheek entered the room. He didn't say a word and sat directly on the only sofa in the room.

Not long after the tall man came in, the door behind Han Fei was slammed shut, and a fat man weighing more than 200 pounds stood guard at the door.

The fat man's face was full of flesh, and on his exposed skin, there was a tattoo of a fierce downhill tiger.

"Brother Li, he is the student who entrusted me to find a job before." The flower shirt became very well-behaved in front of the scarred man, and he didn't dare to speak too loudly.

The man with a scar on his face still didn't speak, just stretched out his hand.

The flower shirt immediately understood what the other party meant, and hurriedly handed the paper with Han Fei's fingerprints to the other party.

Scarface glanced at it, then took out six hundred dollars from the drawer and threw it on the table.

"Brother Li, isn't this a little bit? Last time it was half and half..."

"Are you less?" Scarface looked up at the floral shirt, the man immediately confessed, picked up the money on the table and ran out.

He was very winking, and after leaving, he did not forget to close the door.

"Your name is Han Fei, right?" Scarface put away the piece of paper, then took out a new one and put it on the desk: "I'll pay you back the money you owe him."

"Thank you." Han Fei's expression had changed, his eyes were full of unease, and he stepped back, but he met the fat man with a face full of flesh.

"Don't be afraid, I just heard that your mother is sick and you need money urgently. I can lend you some of it." Scarface tapped the table with his fingers: "As long as you sign this contract, you can take it now. Money goes."

"It's that simple?" Han Fei walked to the table, and Scarface took out a lucrative IOU. He borrowed money here, and it might be doubled in less than a month.

"Has the original owner of the shrine also been forced by them?" Han Fei put down the IOU with a gloomy expression on his face.

"I have already paid you the money ahead of time. If you don't owe this new IOU, you won't be able to go out today." Scarface lit a cigarette, but he didn't take Han Fei seriously at all: "Pay back the debt. It's just right, you don't understand such a simple truth, do you?"

The fat man with a face full of flesh also came over, and he was standing behind Han Fei.

For a student who has just entered the society, the pressure brought by these two gangsters is still very large.

"I can sign it, but can you lend me some more money?" Han Fei asked timidly towards Scarface.

"How much to borrow?" Scarface immediately became interested. He was not afraid of Han Fei borrowing money, but he was afraid that Han Fei would never borrow money.

"Fifty thousand, I'll pay you back in the middle of next month."

"Fifty thousand?" Scar's face stared at Han Fei's face, and after a while, a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, but if it is fifty thousand, it is not to sign this IOU."

He took out two more contracts from the drawer, one of which was an agreement to voluntarily give up his body.

Putting the contract on the table seemed to convince Han Fei, Scarface took out 20,000 yuan directly from the locked drawer and put it on the table: "Sign it, you can take the money now after signing it. "

Picking up the contract, after watching it repeatedly, Han Fei shook his head: "I can't sign this agreement to give up my body, and the interest you want is too high. I can only accept the annual interest rate of 2% at most."

"Are you negotiating terms with us?" The fat man with a face full of flesh laughed directly: "I have seen naivety, but I have never seen such naivety."

He moved his wrists, his fingers crunched. Crunched.

"If you don't accept it, forget it." Han Fei directly tore up the agreement to give up his body. No matter whether the agreement was binding or not, he would not touch these things.

It doesn't matter if the original owner of the shrine signed him or not, he would not leave his name on the agreement anyway.

"The 1,500 yuan will be returned to you when I pay my salary." Han Fei walked towards the door after he finished speaking, but just as he turned around, he heard a whistling wind in his ear.

Voice.

Han Fei dodged sideways, and the fat man smashed into the air and landed on the desk.

"Is it quite fast to hide?" The fat man with a face full of flesh was a little surprised. He suddenly launched an attack, and ordinary people rarely escaped.

"This is your first move." Han Fei knew very well that the other party had no plans to let him go.

"Let's do it first, what can you do? We just tell you what the price of not paying back is!" The fat man grabbed a solid wooden stick from the table and swung it towards Han Fei.

Seeing that the other party made a full effort, Han Fei was not polite at all. His movements were much faster than that of the fat man.

Dodging Fatty's first blow, when Fatty pulled back, Han Fei kicked the opponent's knee, grabbed his wrist, and walked around him.

When Fatty fell forward, Han Fei twisted Fatty's arm up and back, and the man's entire arm was dislocated instantly, and the sound of dislocated bones was extremely terrifying.

Screams sounded in the house, Fatty's one arm was abolished, under normal circumstances it would be time to stop, but Han Fei didn't say a word, grabbed the Fatty's other arm and twisted it directly.

His ears moved slightly, and Han Fei noticed the abnormal noise behind him.

The solid wooden stick hit the back of Fatty's hand, and he screamed again, but no one cared about his feelings.

He kicked the desk, and when Scarface was blocked, Han Fei grabbed the ashtray full of cigarette butts and threw it towards Scarface.

Almost as soon as the ashtray flew out, Han Fei rushed over.

Scarface was knocked down by Han Fei as soon as he avoided the ashtray. Before he could react, he was punched in the temple.

The world was spinning, and when Scarface was trying to stand firm, he suddenly found that his wrist was being buckled, and a very bad feeling emerged in his heart.

"what!"

The wrist was bent inward at an incredible angle, and before Scar's face felt pain, his head was slammed on the desk.

Dizziness, rumbling in both ears, pain coming from all over the body, and blood from his mouth.

It took a full thirty seconds for Scarface to regain consciousness. He found that his arms were unconscious and his head was pressed by a hand.

"I'll pay you back the 1,500 yuan after I'm paid next month. Do you have any opinions?" Han Fei didn't default on his bill, because the 1,500 yuan was owed by the owner of the shrine.

"No opinion, no opinion!"

"Calm down, for Qian Fifteen not to be like this, really not to be." Scarface panted: "You are still a student and have a bright future, so don't be impulsive."

"Future?" Han Fei looked at the 20,000 yuan on the table: "I borrowed the 20,000 yuan. According to the interest on the bank loan, I will pay it back to you next year with interest."

"This is not good?" Scarface said tremblingly: "We are also running errands below. If we can't receive interest, we need to use our own money to make up for it."

Han Fei didn't listen to the other party at all, but opened the drawer directly and found that there was no money left in it.

"If it weren't for the fact that borrowing money from the bank requires all kinds of documents and mortgages, do I need to find you? The same interest rate as the bank's is my limit." Han Fei could have taken the money directly, but he always felt that doing so would Caused bad things, so he decided to make the same choice as the owner of the shrine - borrow money.

The owner of the shrine was trapped by the black intermediary, and he should have been brought here before. With the ability of the owner of the shrine at that time, he would most likely be forced to sign an IOU.

"Then... that's fine." Scarface glanced at the fat man who was still screaming, now it's not a matter of disagreement at all, but that he might not be able to keep his arm if he doesn't agree: "Let's write an IOU, just Write according to the interest you said."

"I promised you verbally, don't worry, I will definitely pay it back within a year." Han Fei took the 20,000: "I am different from you, I am a good person."

Han Fei let go of the hand holding Scarface's head, and reassured the two people in the house: "You know where I work and where I live. If you run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. You can always supervise me. But you remember. , if you dare to go to the hospital to touch my sick mother..."

Grabbing the solid wooden stick on the ground, Han Fei smashed it at the desk next to the scarred face.

Only a loud bang was heard, the solid wooden stick was broken, and sawdust flew.

"Understood! I understand!" Scarface responded quickly, and he was a little frightened by Han Fei.

"I'll pay you back, see you later."

After Han Fei walked away, Scarface breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are all contemporary college students so fierce?"

After the matter was done, Han Fei walked out of the hut, and the man in the floral shirt had long since disappeared.

Han Fei didn't bother the other party either. He urgently needs a rest now, because his mood value began to drop again inexplicably.

"Why do you feel down? I borrowed emergency money at a low interest rate by my ability. I should be happy. Is it because I violated some principles?"

Leaving the chess and card room, Han Fei walked through the complicated alley to go home.

It was very lively with people coming and going, but Han Fei felt that he was different from them and could not fit into this repetitive and monotonous world.

Speeding up, Han Fei walked across the stone bridge, and when he entered the second alley, he saw the homeless man again.

The homeless man curled up in the corner had a bruised nose and a bruised face, as if he had just been beaten by someone. He covered his ragged cotton jacket and hugged the lame dog, looking very pitiful.

"exist

Would I still sympathize with others in such a world? "

Han Fei clung to the money in his pocket. He didn't enter the alley. He turned around and went to the street outside to buy meat buns for three and two bottles of water.

Back in the alley again, he didn't give the homeless money directly, but put the hot meat buns and water in front of him.

"Eat it while it's hot. I promised you last night that I'll buy you something to eat when I have money."

The homeless man was very surprised when he saw Baozi, then put his hands together, and kept thanking North Korea and South Korea, repeating a few words in his mouth - thank good people, good people have a safe life, good people have good rewards.

Han Fei felt that there seemed to be some other meaning in these words of the homeless man, but no matter how he asked, the homeless man would not answer, but just kept repeating it.

"Do good people really have good rewards? The shrine owner's mother also taught him that. He even wrote this sentence in his diary."

Without disturbing the homeless, Han Fei walked towards the place he rented.

As soon as he reached the end of the alley, he saw a child with a blue schoolbag on his back, huddled in the corner alone, as if crying.

"School time should be over now, right?" Han Fei was not going to meddle in his own business, but when he passed by the child, he saw a few toys in front of the child, the toys and the toys of the murdered boy in the second-hand supermarket is a series.

Stopping, Han Fei squatted in front of the child: "Little boy, why don't you go to school?"

The boy raised his head with tears still on his face: "Dad won't let me go to school or play with other children. He said that bad things would happen to me after I go to that school, and he also said that when my mother was sick, it was all the same. because I."

"This is the first time I heard that parents don't let their children go to school. Is your father a doctor?" Han Fei asked casually.

"I don't know." The boy shook his head: "My dad never told me what he was doing. He always went out after dawn and came back before dark. He smelled so bad that he had to use a lot of soap to wash it off. ."

"Extremely smelly?" Before Han Fei could react, the child suddenly put away the toys on the ground and looked behind Han Fei nervously.

"Someone is here?" Han Fei turned his head to look, a man in a suit and leather shoes stood silently a few meters behind him.

"January, have I told you not to talk to strangers casually?" The man completely ignored Han Fei, his voice could no longer be described as severe, and it felt as if he was threatening the child.

Walking quickly, the man in the suit pulled the boy up: "Go home with me! If you run outside, your mother's illness will get worse!"

"Toy, Dad, the toy is still on the ground..."

The man didn't listen to the child at all, picked him up and walked into the residential building that Han Fei rented.

"What a strange man, his temperament is completely different from the residents I've seen before..." Han Fei stared at the man's back, his eyes suddenly widened!

When the man in the suit was walking, Han Fei saw a face pattern tattooed on his neck!

"Ten fingers?"

For the ten fingers in the deep world, every time they kill a person, they will engrave a head on their body to imprison the soul of the deceased.

"It shouldn't be a coincidence, I didn't expect them to be so close to me!"