My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 454: Late Night White Rice

Chapter 454: Chapter 454: Late Night White Rice

Han Fei, having stepped out of the Illusion, had clearly become different compared to before.

The Master of Shrine hadn’t achieved what Han Fei had; after entering the Memory World, all the changes he brought about had, at this moment, begun to pry the gears of destiny.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong...."

The door to the old goods store was pushed open, and the sound of a customer entering chimed. Han Fei turned his head towards the entrance.

A delivery guy stood there, looking foolish with a delivery box in hand, a blank expression on his face, and his mouth slightly skewed.

"Ping’an?" Han Fei hadn’t expected the delivery guy he had helped before to come by at this time. "Why aren’t you going home yet? What time is it now?"

Wang Ping’an lifted the delivery box and yelled loudly, "Brought fried chicken."

"You brought me a meal?" Han Fei felt a warmth in his heart and let Wang Ping’an into the store.

Upon opening the delivery box, he saw the damaged fried chicken box and noticed a very obvious shoe print on top of the delivery box.

"Did someone kick over your delivery box?" Han Fei circled around Wang Ping’an, who had mud and sauce stained on his clothes.

"Fried chicken." Wang Ping’an did not care about the state of his clothes, as if he was protecting a treasure, he placed the still warm fried chicken on the counter. "I can’t finish it all, give, give you a bit, and give some to dad."

Looking at the severely damaged two large boxes of fried chicken, Han Fei shook his head; it was unlikely that Wang Ping’an had bought so much fried chicken just for himself. It was probably an accident that happened while he was out for delivery.

"Can I borrow your phone for a second?"

Han Fei took Wang Ping’an’s phone, opened the delivery app backend, and saw not only had he received two bad reviews, but he had also compensated a customer the full price for the meal.

"You’ve lost money, yet you’re still so happy?" Han Fei calculated; Wang Ping’an had essentially worked for nothing today.

"Fried chicken... so delicious." Smiling foolishly, Wang Ping’an opened a box of fried chicken and then handed Han Fei a bottle of cola that had gone almost flat.

Then he happily started eating, not thinking about anything, not having to be afraid or worry about anything, munching away at the fried chicken, his lips soaked in grease.

Looking at Wang Ping’an, Han Fei felt an unreal sensation. He hadn’t expected that in such an abnormal world, there would be someone so "normal."

"It’s fortunate that I regained my senses; otherwise, if you had come over tonight, you might even have been killed by my very own hands." Destiny had changed, and Han Fei also picked up some fried chicken and started eating, these brief tens of minutes were the most relaxing time for him in the entire day.

After finishing the first box, Wang Ping’an took out the second box of fried chicken from the delivery box. He wanted to try another flavor but felt that the box should be saved for his father.

"Don’t keep eating, you should head home earlier and share it with your dad." Han Fei grabbed the second box of fried chicken intending to put it back in the delivery box. It wasn’t until his hand reached inside the delivery box that he suddenly noticed its bottom was filled with containers of cooked white rice.

"So much rice? And it’s already cooked?" Han Fei was puzzled. "Ping’an, did you buy this rice yourself?"

"Delivery, all of it delivery." Wang Ping’an pointed at his phone. "Can’t find the addresses, inside the houses, inside the houses, there are dead people."

Han Fei suspected there was a problem with his ears. One second he felt being with Wang Ping’an was healing, the next second Wang Ping’an said something utterly shocking.

"Dead people? You mean dead people ordered delivery?"

"Yes, dead people." Wang Ping’an was still smiling foolishly.

Holding the fried chicken, it suddenly lost its appeal. Han Fei wiped Wang Ping’an’s hands with a napkin, asking him to sit down in front of him, "Where were you supposed to deliver this rice?"

"Upstream, Shahe Origin, White City District." Wang Ping’an answered with difficulty; Han Fei simply used his phone to check and quickly made a terrifying discovery.

Every night in the White City District of Shahe Origin, someone would order plain white rice. The address provided was always the same, and they would always order the same restaurant’s white rice.

Without time to ponder other matters, Han Fei took out his phone to call the restaurant’s number on file. The call rang for a long time without an answer.

He tried calling from Wang Ping’an’s phone, and the call was answered after just two rings.

"What’s wrong? Did something happen to you?" A man’s voice came from the other end, clearly anxious.

Han Fei’s eyes shifted as he walked deeper into the store with the phone, "The address you gave isn’t right, how come there are only dead people in that house?"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a noise from the other end, and then the call was abruptly hung up.

After waiting a while, that same number called Wang Ping’an back.

As soon as Han Fei answered, he could hear the Boss’s breath being forcibly suppressed, "Brother, I swear I didn’t mean to trap you, but you’re the only one who takes the orders."

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

"I really don’t know! Shahe Origin is a Rich People’s area. There was a family who used to love our restaurant’s dishes. But one day, they stopped ordering dishes and only ordered rice. Curious, I asked around, and only then did I learn that the family had been abducted and killed by kidnappers several days earlier! The thing is, when the food was delivered before, the whole family was still at home!"

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

"I have no idea! But now their house still orders rice at night, and in recent months, there are even more customers who order rice at night! There are customers from all sorts of places, and many delivery drivers are afraid to take these orders, but you seem not to fear them. Wait a minute, your voice sounds different from before?"

"Guess who I am?" Han Fei hadn’t finished speaking when the other party hung up the phone for the second time.

"The Boss probably wasn’t lying." Han Fei returned to Wang Ping’an’s side, looking at the white rice that filled the bottom of the delivery box, "The Boss said that in recent months, there has been an increase in customers ordering rice at night; are all those customers dead?"

Looking at the restaurant’s profile, Han Fei was shocked to discover that the restaurant was also owned by the Department Store’s Boss, a man with the surname Gu who had constructed many buildings near Shahe. He owned numerous properties. However, in recent years he has fallen on hard times, with many businesses failing, only the Department Store, Five Grains Restaurant, and Shahe Private Hospital had not completely collapsed.

"Ping’an, how many similar orders have you taken? You know, those that only order a large amount of white rice and strange dishes at night?"

Upon hearing Han Fei’s question, Wang Ping’an scrolled through his phone, proudly showing Han Fei the record of deliveries he had made.

One look at it, and Han Fei’s face turned pale. No wonder Wang Ping’an would always be out delivering food at night; a significant portion of his orders were for delivering white rice.

"It’s the Ghosts that have been supporting this guy..." Flipping through even earlier delivery records, Wang Ping’an had even taken orders delivered to Han Fei’s apartment complex, to the room of the woman who hanged herself on the third floor.

"Is there something wrong with this white rice?" Taking out a box and opening it, Han Fei stirred the rice with chopsticks. The rice was half-cooked, and it seemed to be mixed with Incense Ash and the remnants of Paper Money, which made it look dusty.

"Ping’an, don’t take any more orders to Shahe Origin in the future. You might have escaped once, but it doesn’t mean you’ll always be safe. Traveling at night too often might lead you to encounter ghosts..."

Wang Ping’an, who had always been obedient to Han Fei’s advice, didn’t immediately agree this time. He asked a very special question, "Are dead people ghosts? Why should I be afraid of dead people? The ones who bully me are all alive."

"Living people might bully you for your money, but if dead people have bad intentions, they might be after your life." As he said this, Han Fei suddenly remembered something. Whether it was Wang Ping’an delivering at night or the old lady who frequented the store in the evenings, they both didn’t seem to fear ghosts. The most terrifying Ghost and Monster in this Memory World didn’t seem to harm them either.

"The Master of Shrine was brought up with the belief that good people are rewarded, but when he himself did good, he encountered all kinds of misfortune. He twisted into the most evil Monster, unrecognizable from his former self. Yet in his Memory World, he still subconsciously seeks to protect those good people. Even now, he must still believe in the idea that good people are rewarded, at least in his world."

Han Fei glanced at his Attribute title of a good person, then looked towards Wang Ping’an, "Ping’an, you can go ahead and keep taking those orders if you insist, but after dawn, you have to take me to where those people live to have a look."

"Which ones?" Wang Ping’an didn’t quite understand Han Fei’s words. His eyes were still on another box of fried chicken in the delivery box.

"All of them who have ordered this type of rice at night, take me around their neighborhood. If there’s no danger, you can continue taking these orders." Han Fei had his own plan; he had already seen those killed by the Shrine in the illusions of the Master of Shrine, and now he wanted to see them in person in the Memory World.