My Iyashikei Game

Han Fei, who walked out of the hallucination, was obviously different from before.

What the master of the shrine did not do, Han Fei did. All the changes he brought after entering the memory world moved the gear of fate at this moment.

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

The door of the thrift store was pushed open, and the sound of the guest's entry sounded, Han Fei turned his head to look at the store door.

A deliveryman with a takeaway box stood stupidly at the door, his expression was a little dull, and his mouth was slightly skewed.

"Peace?" Han Fei didn't expect that the delivery man he had helped before would come here at this time: "Why haven't you gone home yet? What time is it?"

Wang Ping'an lifted the takeaway box in his hand and shouted loudly, "Bring fried chicken."

"The meal you brought me?" Han Fei warmed his heart and let Wang Ping'an enter the store.

After he opened the take-out box, he saw a broken fried chicken box and a very obvious shoe print on the top of the take-out box.

"Someone kicked over your takeaway box?" Han Fei circled around Wang Ping'an, and the other party's clothes were stained with muddy water and sauce.

"Fried chicken." Wang Ping'an didn't care about his soiled clothes at all. As if he was protecting his baby, he put the still hot fried chicken on the counter: "I can't finish it, I'll give you some, give you a little, Give Daddy some."

Looking at the two severely damaged boxes of fried chicken, Han Fei shook his head. Wang Ping'an was unlikely to buy so many fried chickens. It might have been an accident on the way to delivery.

"Can you lend me your phone?"

Han Fei took Wang Ping'an's mobile phone and clicked on the backend of the takeaway's program. Not only did he have two more negative reviews, but he paid the customer a meal fee at the original price.

"You're still so happy after losing money?" Han Fei did the math, and Wang Ping'an did it for nothing today.

"Fried chicken...it's delicious." With a silly smile, Wang Ping'an opened a box of fried chicken, and then handed Han Fei a bottle of cola.

Then he ate happily by himself. He didn't think about anything, and he didn't need to be afraid or worried about anything. He ate the fried chicken in a big mouth, his lips were soaked with oil.

Looking at Wang Ping'an, Han Fei had an unreal feeling. He didn't expect that there would be such "normal" people in such an abnormal world.

"Fortunately, I have regained my senses. Otherwise, if you come here tonight, you may even be killed by me." His fate had changed, and Han Fei also picked up the fried chicken and ate it. This short ten minutes came to him. Said to be the most relaxing time of the day.

After eating the first box, Wang Ping'an took out the second box of fried chicken from the takeaway box. He wanted another flavor, but he felt that the box should be reserved for his father.

"Don't eat it yet, you'd better go home early and share it with your dad." Han Fei grabbed the second box of fried chicken and prepared to put it in the takeaway box. Suddenly, Wang Ping'an's takeaway box was filled with boxes of white rice.

"So much rice? Is it still cooked?" Han Fei was a little puzzled: "Ping An, did you buy the rice yourself?"

"Takeout, it's all takeout." Wang Ping'an pointed to his mobile phone: "I can't find the address, there are dead people in the house and the house."

Han Fei suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. One second he felt that staying with Wang Ping'an was very healing, and the next second Wang Ping'an was surprised.

"Dead man? Is it a takeaway from the dead man?"

"It's a dead person." Wang Ping'an was still smiling stupidly.

The fried chicken in his hand became fragrant in an instant. Han Fei wiped Wang Ping's hands with a napkin and asked him to sit in front of him: "Where are you going to deliver all this rice?"

"Upstream, Shaheyuan, Baicheng District." Wang Ping'an struggled to answer, Han Fei simply took his mobile phone to check, and soon he made a very terrifying discovery.

Every night in the Shaheyuan area of ​​Baicheng District, someone ordered white rice, and the address they filled in was the same, and they ordered white rice from the same restaurant every time.

Without thinking about other things, Han Fei took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone reserved by the hotel, but it rang for a long time and no one answered.

He tried to use Wang Ping's cell phone to call again, but the phone only rang twice before being connected.

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

Han Fei rolled his eyes and walked to the depths of the store with his mobile phone: "The address you gave is wrong, why are there dead people in the house?"

"Bang!"

There was a sound from the phone, and then the call was directly hung up.

After waiting for a while, Wang Ping'an was called from that number just now.

As soon as Han Fei answered the phone, he heard the gasp that the boss tried to suppress: "Brother, I have absolutely no intention of hurting you, but you are the only one who takes orders every time."

"So...why are there dead people in that room?"

"I really don't know! Shaheyuan is a wealthy area. There used to be a family who always loved to eat our restaurant's food, but from a certain day they stopped ordering food. I just ordered rice. I was curious, so I asked someone to ask. After a while, I found out that the family was kidnapped and killed by the kidnappers a few days ago! The key is that when the deliveryman delivered it before, the whole family was at home!"

"People are dead, and they still order rice every day?"

"I don't know! Anyway, they still order rice at night, and in recent months, more customers have ordered rice at night! There are people who live anywhere, and many takeaways are afraid to take such orders. , only you don't seem to be afraid of this. Wait a minute, your voice doesn't seem to be the same as before

like? "

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

"The owner of this shop shouldn't lie." Han Fei returned to Wang Ping'an and looked at the white rice that covered the bottom of the takeaway box: "The shop owner said that there have been more customers ordering rice at night in recent months, and those customers are all dead? "

Looking at the introduction of the restaurant, Han Fei was surprised to find that this restaurant was also opened by the owner of a department store. The man surnamed Gu built a lot of buildings near Shahe, and there were many industries. It's just that in the past year or two, he has been unlucky, and many industries have turned yellow. Only the department store, Wugu restaurant and Shahe private hospital have not completely closed down.

"Ping'an, how many similar orders have you received? Is it the order to light a lot of white rice and strange dishes at night?"

Hearing Han Fei's question, Wang Ping'an flipped his phone, and he was proud to let Han Fei see the record of the takeaway he had delivered.

It doesn't matter at first glance, Han Fei's face is blue, no wonder Wang Ping'an is a silly boy who always runs out at night to deliver food. Most of his orders are for white rice.

"It's a ghost who feeds this guy..." Looking at the earlier takeaway records, Wang Ping'an even took the order to Han Fei Community, and the order address was the room of the hanged woman on the third floor.

"Is there something wrong with these white rice?" He took out a box and opened it. Han Fei turned the rice with chopsticks. The rice was half-cooked, and the rice seemed to be mixed with ash and embers of paper money, so he looked ash.

"Peace, don't take orders from Shaheyuan again in the future. Just because you can escape once, doesn't mean you'll be fine all the time. If you walk too much at night, you may run into ghosts..."

Wang Ping'an, who has always been obedient to Han Fei, did not immediately agree to Han Fei this time. He asked a very special question: "Are the dead a ghost? Why should I be afraid of the dead? The people who bully me are the living."

"A living person may bully you for your money. If a dead person has bad intentions, it may be for your life." Speaking of this, Han Fei suddenly thought of something, whether it was Wang Ping'an, who delivered food at night, or that The old ladies who often came into the store at night didn't seem to be afraid of ghosts, and the most terrifying ghost in the memory world didn't hurt them casually.

"The owner of the shrine has been instilled since childhood that good people are rewarded, but when he was a good person, he encountered all the misfortunes. He twisted into the most evil monster and changed beyond recognition. But in his memory world, He still subconsciously protects those good people. Until now, he should still believe that good people have good rewards, at least in his world. "

Han Fei glanced at the title of good person in his attribute column, and then looked at Wang Ping'an: "Ping'an, if you insist on sending it, you can, but after dawn, take me to the place where those people live."

"Which ones?" Wang Ping'an didn't understand Han Fei's words too well, and his eyes were still looking at another box of fried chicken in the takeaway box.

"Everyone who has ordered this kind of rice in the middle of the night, take me around their house. If there is no danger, you can continue to take these orders." Han Fei has his own plan, he has been in the hallucination of the shrine master He has seen those who died because of the shrine, and now he wants to see them in person in the memory world.