My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 310 Aunt Jia

Chapter 310: Chapter 310 Aunt Jia

The petite and adorably dressed female live-streamer was clearly very interested in the woman in room 1044.

If it hadn’t been for Brother Hua’s refusal, she probably would have run into room 1044 a long time ago.

"Don’t talk about these things after midnight!" Brother Hua glanced out of the corner of his eye at the neatly folded Red Skirt, and only after seeing that there was nothing unusual about it did he breathe a sigh of relief, "We still have to go on patrol, hurry up and turn off the music, don’t go looking for trouble."

The female live-streamer looked aggrieved, but she still agreed to turn off the music and stop the livestream.

While the female live-streamer went back to her bedroom to turn off the music, Han Fei glanced at the door and saw that room 1084 was filled with many cameras and disassembled surveillance cameras.

"Let’s go, don’t bother with her anymore," Xiaofang suddenly urged, seeming to have noticed something and directly grabbed Brother Hua’s sleeve.

Han Fei felt that Xiaofang wasn’t quite himself but resisted the urge to go inside to check and left the eighth floor with the two security guards.

The voice-controlled lights on the ninth floor turned on, and it was midway between the eighth and ninth floors that Xiaofang nervously looked at Han Fei and Brother Hua, his face full of terror.

"Haven’t you guys noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

"That woman in the bathroom was venerating an obituary photo, a black and white picture of herself!" Xiaofang was scared, "Has she already died? How can a living person be so interested in ghosts?"

"Now that you mention it, it does remind me. That woman had water stains on the hem of her clothes. When she heard the knocking, she wasn’t livestreaming; she was in the bathroom." The more Han Fei thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. There must be some connection between the woman in room 1084 and the one in 1044, possibly a blood relation or maybe friends.

"Should we go back and check?" Han Fei’s suggestion was immediately rejected by Brother Hua and Xiaofang. While they were struggling with whether or not to return, the sounds of a door opening suddenly came from the ninth floor.

At the same time, the voice-controlled lights went out, and the three security guards clutched each other tightly.

"Don’t, don’t panic, there’s an old lady living on the ninth floor, it must be her..." Brother Hua led the way with a flashlight, gently pushing open the safety door to the ninth floor. An old person wearing a black coat and a black scarf stood in the dark corridor.

Seeing the old person, Brother Hua relaxed, "Aunt Jia, why are you running around again in the middle of the night? It’s not even four yet."

The old person in the black coat frowned, "When you get old, you wake up earlier, always unable to sleep soundly. I thought it better to go outside and walk around."

"Aunt Jia, a security guard just went missing recently, you should stay at home for now."

"I can’t sleep at home, my heart feels too anxious; I find it more comfortable outside." Aunt Jia waved her hand, "I’ve lived for over eighty years, long enough now, you don’t have to worry about me."

This old lady was quite stubborn and insisted on not returning to her room, nor could she give a clear reason, but Han Fei felt that there was something not quite so simple about it.

"Aunt Jia, have you been having nightmares at home?" Han Fei tried to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

"Are you trying to sell me some sort of sleep aid pillow? I don’t need it." The old person was somewhat irritable and did not like to interact with others in the building. She wouldn’t be persuaded and walked directly past Brother Hua towards the safety corridor on the right.

"Shouldn’t we stop her?" Seeing Brother Hua stand still, Han Fei was a little puzzled as it was unlike the enthusiasm Brother Hua exhibited previously.

"It’s no use; that old lady is one of the earliest residents of the building. She has a very strange disposition, always getting up precisely at 3:30 in the morning and wandering around inside. She has many peculiar habits, such as never taking the elevator, never going to the top floor, never calling people by their names, and she has never smiled." Brother Hua was just speaking offhandedly, but Han Fei remembered his words.

He always felt that the old woman seemed to know something, as if she purposely avoided doing certain things, avoiding the death curse within the building.

Gazing from a distance at the old woman’s retreating figure, she leaned on the wall, occasionally touching her scarf.

When the scarf shifted, a small patch of blood silk-like butterfly patterns would faintly become visible.

Was this old lady also a "flower pot" for the butterflies?

Han Fei took extra caution, feeling that the old lady’s wandering around the building before four o’clock every day was likely in search of something.

"The stairwell door is locked, as long as she’s still inside the building, I should be able to encounter her," Han Fei wanted to meet with the old woman alone, but it wasn’t the right time yet, there was too much of a difference in the amount of information each side held, and it was too easy to be deceived and even count the money for her.

"Let’s go, nothing bad has ever happened on the ninth floor, this level is still quite reassuring," said Brother Hua.

Brother Hua’s words deepened Han Fei’s suspicions, why was it that the ninth floor, where the old woman lived, was the safest? Could it be that all the bad things had been dealt with by the old woman in advance?

The patrol continued, and that strange old lady seemed to be the lucky charm for the three security guards; they did not encounter anything for four consecutive floors, up until the fourteenth floor.

When Han Fei walked out from the thirteenth floor and rounded the corner of the stairs, a cold chill enveloped him completely.

Shivering suddenly and for no apparent reason, Han Fei looked up at the number 14 on the wall, and a bad premonition formed in his heart.

"There’s a madman living on the fourteenth floor, I hope he hasn’t gone off the rails tonight," Brother Hua also didn’t want to linger on the fourteenth floor, but it was precisely here that a problem occurred.

The surveillance cameras in the hallway were smashed, the locks on the security door were dismantled, and various domestic wastes littered all over the floor, sticky and messy everywhere.

"When we patrolled at midnight, the surveillance and door locks were still fine!" Xiaofang walked past the trash, intending to pull Han Fei along, but noticed that Han Fei was intently staring at the garbage: "What are you looking at?"

"Domestic waste can reflect a person’s character, and some information can be inferred from it," Han Fei said as he turned over the trash with the rubber stick in his hand, and after a while, his arm froze in mid-air.

"Did you find something?" Xiaofang and Brother Hua crowded over, and they all went pale at where Han Fei’s rubber stick pointed.

Hidden in an inconspicuous plastic bag was half of a bleeding severed finger.

"Oh my God!" Xiaofang backed away two steps and clutched at Han Fei’s clothes: "Is this a murder case? It’s a murder, isn’t it!"

Han Fei seemed petrified, and it took him a while to snap out of it, as if he wasn’t used to seeing flesh and blood, feeling queasy and nauseous, his face turning even paler.

"Both of you calm down! Don’t panic!" Brother Hua managed to maintain composure and was about to pull Han Fei up, when Xiaofang suddenly screamed.

"Behind! Brother Hua, look behind you!"

Brother Hua and Han Fei turned their heads together, and in the hallway of the 14th floor, one of the anti-theft doors was open, with a face peering out, watching them from the dark.

"That seems to be room 1144, right?"