My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 459: They Are All Kind-hearted ’People

Chapter 459: Chapter 459: They Are All Kind-hearted ’People

"The heavier the ’thing’ thrown into the well, the better the exchange could be. As people kept ’trying,’ they began to go mad."

Han Fei spent nearly an hour and a half piecing together the patterns on the waste papers.

The waste papers that filled the entire room pieced together a tragedy.

In the bottomless pit of the well, some were climbing up, others jumping down, some knelt beside it as if it were a Divine Spirit, and some saw it as an Evil Spirit and wanted to destroy it.

"Is this well the one behind the Underground Shrine?"

After restoring the puzzle, Han Fei memorized all the contents of the puzzle in the shortest time, then scrambled the waste papers again.

"It’s better for fewer people to know about such a dangerous thing, lest some desperate fellows go and try it."

The waste papers did not record the matter of the woman in room thirteen, but the patterns on the papers were indeed made by her, all the lines tainted with a dark, stinking bloodstain.

"Did the woman know the secret of that well? Had she seen it?" Han Fei was now very curious about why the homeowner had chosen to commit suicide and what had driven her to such an extreme decision.

Picking up the love letter folded into a paper airplane, Han Fei read the text again: "Truth is a monster with a mouth, locked up in the house by a philanthropist? The commonly recognized philanthropist is the department store boss. Could it mean that the truth is in the department store boss’s house?"

A few days ago, Han Fei had casually asked Huang Li some things. He knew that the department store boss owned many houses, but his favorite place to live was still at Shahe Origin in White City District.

"The Ghost House that orders white rice every night is also in Shahe Origin. It’s on the way today, so I might as well check it out."

After putting away the love letter, Han Fei also took with him the most crucial dozen waste papers, so no matter who came, it would be very difficult to reassemble the well.

"Six-Fingers died mysteriously; other fingers might come after me. Maybe I should just burn all these things."

Han Fei was a very decisive person; he got up to go home for his lighter, but that was when the landlords came back.

"Are you addicted to staying in the Haunted House?" The landlady was experienced and broad-minded, but she had never seen anyone like Han Fei: "Aren’t you afraid?"

"I had to finish piecing together these waste papers today, to give the deceased some justice."

"There’s no justice in this world; just focus on your job, treat your mother, and then live your life," the landlady said, frowning as she looked at the waste papers scattered on the ground: "I’ll burn all these papers later! You must be Under Curse too!"

"Will burning them stop the Haunting? We can’t avoid the problem." Han Fei stubbornly insisted with the landlady: "What exactly caused the tenant of room thirteen to commit suicide?"

"I don’t know."

"If you tell me, I’ll even sell my blood to pay off the rent I owe you," Han Fei rolled up his sleeves, his expression serious.

"Is it really worth it? This person is neither kin nor friend to you; why trouble yourself for your own troubles?" The landlady lost her temper, and as both were about to start arguing, her husband came running over.

"Let’s all calm down." The uncle closed the door behind him: "Don’t shout so loud, lest all the tenants find out."

He stood between Han Fei and his wife, slowly starting, "I can tell you what you want to know. Don’t worry about the rent; focus on treating your mother first."

"What happened to the tenant of room thirteen before she died?" Han Fei did not want to waste time and asked directly.

"It’s a long story. The tenant of room thirteen worked at the Department Store. Although she wasn’t very old, she already had a child. To support her life, she endured a lot of hardships. She used to lock her child in the rental when she went to the Department Store for work. There wasn’t much to play with at home, and the child, out of boredom, liked to fold paper planes and throw them at the trash pile below. Other tenants in the building really disliked that child, and later she began taking her child to work with her," the landlord sighed.

"Actually, she is quite a nice person. But how to put it? When you don’t affect others, everyone lives in harmony. But when your existence becomes a bother, no one gives you a good face." The landlord stood inside room thirteen, feeling the temperature dropping continually, and pulled out a cigarette to warm up, but after a glance at his wife, he consciously put it down again.

"The neighbors thought she was easy to bully, her colleagues thought she was too problematic, and this went on for a few weeks. One evening, the woman suddenly ran back to the apartment building, hurriedly found us, and said that her child was missing, asking if we had seen her child."

"Although we weren’t close to her, we kindly helped her look for the child, but even after searching the whole area until past midnight, we saw no sign of her child."

"From that day, the tenant wasn’t normal anymore. She worked during the day, and at night went out looking for her child, slowly going mad." The landlord put the cigarette back in his pocket, ultimately not taking a puff.

"Mad?"

"Yeah, she spouted nonsensical talk daily, insisting there must be a way to find her child, believing that if she wished to the Divine Spirit, it would guide her," the landlord’s eyes filled with regret: "I tried to persuade her, even contacted her family, hoping she would return to her hometown, but she wouldn’t listen, and her condition worsened."

"And then?"

"The woman went completely mad, she burned her own hands, saying she wanted to trade them to switch places with her child." The landlord uncle didn’t think there was anything wrong with what he said, but Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine.

"Did she ever mention a well to you?"

"How did you know?" The landlord uncle was stunned for a moment, then continued, "Her hands were severely burned. While she was being taken to the hospital, she was not lucid, mumbling words that ordinary people couldn’t understand. For instance, she spoke of igniting a fire in the water with hatred, willing to trade her hands for her child’s place. She also said that she had reached into the well, and that her arms had been scorched by the water. The most terrifying part came later; she claimed her wish had indeed come true, the Divine Spirit revealed her child’s whereabouts, only for her to discover her child was inside the well."

"A perfectly sane person turned insane just like that, and in the end, the child was never found." The landlord aunt also spoke up, she was sharp-tongued but had a soft heart, still feeling sorry for the woman.

"After being discharged from the hospital, the woman returned here and hanged herself that night." The couple didn’t blame her for choosing to die in the rental property and even intentionally preserved the room as it was, likely sensing something was amiss.

"Did Guest 13 ever mention anything about the father of her child? Did she start dating again while working at the department store?"

"We never heard anything about her husband; she came from the countryside, so her husband might have been working in another city." The landlord uncle started urging Han Fei to leave, "Let’s go, don’t stay in this room any longer."

"Just a moment." Han Fei opened a moldy wardrobe in the bedroom, which held many old clothes, including some children’s clothing with a charity organization’s logo.

That logo looked familiar to Han Fei; he had seen a similar pattern on a donation box behind the department store.

Continuing to search, a hand-knitted red sweater caught Han Fei’s eye, and he grabbed it: "This looks a bit like the red sweater knitted by the old lady."

The 13th guest and her child had received donations from a charity organization, but the problem was that the charity organization was established by the department store’s boss himself, and that Mr. Gu had no charity in his heart, only business. Every gift he gave had a hidden price.

"The woman came to Shahe, found a place close to the Department Store to rent, and then readily found a job at the Department Store. Could she have known someone in the Department Store, or had a special relationship?" Han Fei looked at the clothes in the wardrobe with specific logos: "The philanthropist has locked conscience and truth in his home..."

A myriad of guesses surfaced in his mind. Without staying in Room 13 any longer, he hurried back to his own home.

"Both my physical condition and mood values have decreased too much, I need to rest urgently, I’ll head to Shahe Origin this afternoon."

After disposing of some scrap papers in the old lady’s parcel, Han Fei lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Come afternoon, Han Fei was woken up by the noise in his mind; his physical condition hadn’t fully recovered, and his mood value had only returned to forty-nine.

"It will be even more dangerous after dark, and I don’t have much time left."

Carrying the parcel, Han Fei walked out of his room, and called Wang Ping’an while he was descending the stairs.

After waiting for about half an hour, Wang Ping’an appeared at the entrance of the apartment building in his delivery uniform, riding an electric scooter.

He wore a foolish smile; since childhood, few people had sought him out for company, and Han Fei was practically his only friend.

"Isn’t that bright yellow jacket too conspicuous?" Han Fei looked at Wang Ping’an. He was about to be at odds with the entire world, yet his teammate was a cognitively-challenged young man: "The department store boss is ruthless and cunning. If he sees you, you might get implicated. How about you lend me the clothes and equipment, and go back first?"

Wang Ping’an, not understanding complicated speech, patted the back seat of the scooter, his face breaking into a happy grin: "My, my dad said, you helped me, so I, I should also help you."

"Then let’s make it quick."

"Brother, I’ve got your favorite rice." Wang Ping’an spoke as if showing off: "I took more orders again last night."

A foreboding sense rose in Han Fei as he opened the delivery box filled nearly halfway with rice containers.

"They order food, but they don’t collect it, do they want to give the rice to me? Are they kind-hearted people?" Wang Ping’an was as relaxed as if he was out playing with friends, driving very slowly, not even faster than when Han Fei ran from ghosts.

"The premise of being kind-hearted is having a heart." Han Fei gestured for Wang Ping’an to stop: "Go sit in the back, I’ll ride."

Anxious to get moving, Han Fei changed seats and immediately rode the scooter as if racing.

Speeding all the way, Han Fei finally arrived at the high-end residential area of Shahe Origin before one o’clock.

He had felt the difference upon entering White City District from the middle and lower reaches of Shahe; the roads were wide and clean, the environment was excellent, albeit a bit deserted.

"How did you used to get in?" Han Fei noticed the security guards at the entrance of the compound and surveillance cameras all around.

"Just walked in." Wang Ping’an pointed at the delivery box: "Delivering food."

"Impersonating a delivery guy? That’s a good idea." Han Fei nodded: "Swap your jacket with mine, and wait here later, don’t wander off."