My Iyashikei Game Chapter 436: 10 means (six thousand)

On the first night of employment, I remembered the prices of all the items in the thrift store, remembered their placement, helped the bullied deliveryman, and accidentally killed a suspect.

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

My mother was lying in the hospital seriously ill and needed money urgently. He worked two jobs day and night, working hard, but fate made him a big joke.

"Killing?"

Every word in the diary is filled with suffocating despair and anxiety. From the scribbled handwriting, it can be seen that the owner of the shrine is in a very bad state of mind.

Just looking at the words in the diary, Han Fei's mood value began to decline. It seems that those words were written by himself, which affects his mood at all times.

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

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

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

After all the bubbles were soaked, he flushed them into the sewer in batches.

"My mood is being affected by this diary, and my mood fluctuates with the words in the diary. I cannot change the key memory node of this memory world. I am still being assimilated by this memory world. Slowly become like the owner of the shrine."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Han Fei quickly hid the diary: "Here, here comes! Don't worry!"

Opening the door, Han Fei saw a fat woman standing at the door. She was wearing a red coat that didn't fit, and she smelled cheap scent.

"I also think you are pitiful, asking you to pay the rent a month later, but your kid is not kind! I don't say, will you keep on sneaking like this?" The woman's voice was thick, and it was a bit harsh. "I'm not doing charity either. You will immediately make up the rent owed for me, or just pack up and go!"

"I still owe one month's rent?"

"Pretend to be confused?" The woman's face became worse, and her fat hand slapped directly on the door panel: "You learned to be a rascal at a young age?"

"Sister, listen to me, I must make up the rent. But I hope you can give me a period of time. I just got a job and I don’t have any money in my hands." Han Fei mobilized his emotions to the limit. At this time, he was desperate, as if he was left alone in the world.

Honestly or badly, Han Fei exhausted his tongue, using his master-level acting skills and his eloquence 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 easier to deal with than ghosts."

After closing the door, Han Fei looked at the little bit of rice left in the kitchen and sighed softly: "Are these things the owner of the shrine has experienced? But I can go to Wang Ping'an's house to have a meal."

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

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

"The owner of the house only has a bank card, and the key is that I don’t know the password." Han Fei is now extremely short of money, and he doesn’t even have the most basic living security: "It can’t go on, I must at least guarantee it every day It’s enough to eat."

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

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 there was a knock on the door. It's bigger than last time.

"Who is it again?"

Han Fei got up and opened the door. There was a man in a flowered shirt standing outside. He looked like he was in his early thirties, and he was dressed up.

"How was your job yesterday? Is the job I'm looking for you satisfied?" The man seemed to be familiar with the original owner of the house, and he went straight into the house and sat on Han Fei's bed: "It fits perfectly with you. Requirement, only night work, high salary, I tell you, in order to find you this job, I have trusted a lot of relationships to do it."

Han Fei didn't have any impression of this man. He didn't close the door, just stood by the door and looked at each other suspiciously.

"What do you always see me doing?" The man lit a cigarette: "I have already found you the job. Should you give me the agency fee?"

In just a few words, Han Fei has probably determined the identity of the other party. This is a black intermediary. The original owner of the shrine ran into a doctor for illness. With the help of this black intermediary, he became a night shift employee of a junk supermarket.

"How much is it?" Han Fei is a good citizen who abides by laws and regulations. He seldom uses shady means to deal with things, unless the circumstances are special.

"Fifteen thousand and five! I said it was OK." The man in the flower shirt took out a signed contract from his pocket, and there was a red fingerprint on it: "Why? After starting work, I will be ready to pay? "

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

He didn't know what the shrine owner had chosen, so he was going to solve it in his own way.

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

"Brother knows that you are short of money now, but we can't break the contract. I'm just an errand runner." The man was smoking a cigarette, so he meditated: "Let’s take you to a place where you can alleviate your urgent needs. ."

The man didn’t know if he felt the danger or was lucky, he got up and reopened the door: "Let’s go, don’t be stunned."

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

"Where are you going?"

"You will know when you arrive."

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

Dense smoke was floating 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 behaved like a student who knew nothing. He wanted to go back, but was caught by the flowered shirt.

"Don't rush to go! It's already here."

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

The windows are closed tightly, the anti-theft net is installed outside, the remaining blood stains can be vaguely seen on the floor, the ashtray is full of cigarette butts, there is a statue of Guan Gong on the desk, and a dragon is hanging on the wall next to it. Tiger illustration.

The leather shoes made a heavy noise when they stepped on the ground. Not long after Han Fei and Hua shirt entered, the bamboo curtain was opened again.

A tall man with a scar on his cheek entered the house. Without saying a word, he sat directly on the only sofa in the house.

Not long after the tall man came in, the door behind Han Fei was banged shut, and a fat man weighing more than two hundred jin stood by the door.

The fat man has a full face, exposed on his skin, tattooed with a ferocious downhill tiger.

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

The man with a scar on his face remained silent, just stretched out his hand.

Hua Shirt immediately understood what the other party meant, and quickly handed the other party the piece of paper with Han Fei's fingerprint.

Scarface took a look, then took out 600 yuan from the drawer and threw it on the table.

"Brother Li, isn't this a bit too small? Last time it was half-divided..."

"Less?" Scarface raised his head to look at the flower shirt, the man immediately acknowledged, picked up the money on the table and ran out.

He winced, and after leaving, he didn't forget to close the door.

"You call Han Fei, right?" Scarface put away the paper, then took out a new item and put it on the desk: "I will pay you back the money you owe him. "

"Thank you." Han Fei's expression had changed. His eyes were full of anxiety, and he moved backwards, but he encountered the fat man with a full face.

"Don't be afraid. I just heard that your mother is sick. You need money urgently. I can lend you a part." Scarface tapped his finger on the desktop: "As long as you sign this contract, now You can leave with money."

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

"Has the original owner of the shrine ever been persecuted by them?" Han Fei put down the IOU, his face uncertain.

"I already paid you back the money in advance. You don't owe this new IOU. You can't go out today." Scarface lit a cigarette, and he didn't take Han Fei seriously: "Owed Repaying debts is justified. You don’t understand such a simple truth, do you?"

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

For a student who is new to society, the pressure brought by these two gangsters is still very great.

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

"How much to borrow?" Scarface became interested. He was not afraid of Han Fei borrowing money, but he was afraid that Han Fei would not borrow money resolutely.

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

"Fifty thousand?" Scarface stared at Han Fei's face. After confirming for a while, a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, but for fifty thousand, it's 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 seems to be to convince Han Fei. Scarface took out 20,000 yuan from the locked drawer and put it on the table: "Sign it, you can take it now after signing. Money goes."

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

"Are you talking about terms with us?" The fat man with a big face smiled directly: "I have seen innocence, I have never seen such an innocence."

He moved his wrist, his finger bones creaked.

"If you don't accept it, then forget it." Han Fei directly tore off the agreement to give up the body. Regardless of whether the agreement is binding or not, he will not touch these things.

He doesn't care if the original owner of the shrine signs him, anyway, he won't leave his name on the agreement.

"The one thousand and five hundred yuan will be returned to you when I pay the salary." Han Fei walked towards the door after he finished speaking, but he just turned around and heard the whistling wind in his ear.

Han Fei drew sideways, the fat man smashed his punch and landed on the desk.

"Hid you so fast?" The fat man with a full face was a little surprised, he suddenly launched an attack, and ordinary people seldom can avoid it.

"This is your first hand." Han Fei knew very well that the other party hadn't let go of his plan at all.

"Let's do it first, so what can you do? We are just telling you what the cost of not paying back the money!" The fat man picked up a solid wooden stick by the table and swung it towards Han Fei.

Seeing the other party's full shot, Han Fei was not at all polite, his movements were much faster than the fat man.

Deviating the fat man's first blow, Han Fei kicked the opponent's knee abruptly when the fat man regained his strength, grabbed his wrist, and walked around him.

When the fat man fell forward, Han Fei forcefully twisted the fat man's arm upwards. The man's entire arm was instantly dislocated, and the sound of bone dislocation sounded abnormally crippled.

The screams rang out in the room. One of the fat man’s arm was scrapped. Under normal circumstances, he should stop his hand at this time, but Han Fei didn’t say a word. He grabbed the fat man’s other arm and twisted it directly. Off.

Han Fei's ears moved slightly, and Han Fei noticed a strange noise behind him. Without even looking at it, he grabbed the fat man's soft arms and blocked it.

The solid wooden stick hit the back of the fat man's hand, and he let out another heart-piercing cry, but no one cared how he felt.

Kicked over the desk. When Scarface's movement was blocked, Han Fei grabbed the ashtray filled with cigarette butts and threw it towards Scarface.

Almost at the same time as the ashtray flew out, Han Fei rushed over.

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

The sky was spinning, and Scarface was trying to stand firm, he suddenly found that his wrist was clasped by someone, and a very bad feeling emerged in his heart.

"Ah!"

The wrist was bent inward at an incredible angle. Before Scarface felt the pain, his head was hit on the desk hard.

Dizziness, rumbling in both ears, pain coming from all over the body, and the mouth seems to bleed.

It took 30 seconds for Scarface to regain consciousness. He found that his arms were unconscious and his head was pressed by one hand.

"I will pay your salary next month and then pay back your 1,500 yuan. Do you have any comments?" Han Fei did not repay the bill, because the owner of the shrine owed the 1,500 yuan.

"No comments, no comments!"

"Calm down, in order to avoid this for the sake of Fifteenth Five-Year Plan, it is really not possible." Scarface panted: "You are still a student and have a great future, 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 of the bank loan, I will pay you back next year with the principal and interest."

"Is this not so good?" Scarface said with a trembling face: "We also run errands below. If we don't receive interest, we need to make up for it by ourselves."

Han Fei didn't listen to the other party at all. Instead, he opened the drawer and found that there was not much money left in it.

"If you don't need various documents and mortgages to borrow money from the bank, do I need to find you? The same interest as the bank is already my limit." Han Fei can take the money directly, but he always feels This would cause bad things, so he decided to make the same choice as the owner of the shrine-borrow money.

The owner of the shrine was pitted by a black intermediary, and it should have been taken here. With the ability of the owner of the shrine at that time, there is a high probability that he will be forced to sign an IOU.

"That... OK." Scarface glanced at the fat man who was still screaming. It is not a question of disagreement at all, but if I do not agree, my arm will not be able to keep it: "We write IOU Right, 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 away the twenty thousand: "I am different from you, I am a good person."

Han Fei released the hand holding the head of Scarface, and once again assured the two people in the house: "You know where I work and where I live. If you run away, the monk can't run to the temple. You can always supervise me. But. Remember, if you dare to go to the hospital to move my sick mother..."

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

Only a loud noise was heard, the solid wooden stick was smashed and the sawdust was flying.

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

"I will pay back the money, see you later."

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

"Are contemporary college students so fierce?"

After the business was finished, Han Fei walked out of the cabin, and the man in the flowered shirt was long gone.

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

"Why do I feel depressed? I borrowed emergency money with a low interest rate. I should be happy. Is it because I violated certain principles?"

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

There are people coming and going on the road, which is very lively, but Han Fei feels that he is different from them, unable to integrate into this repetitive and monotonous world.

Speed ​​up, Han Fei walked across the stone bridge, and when he entered the second alley, he saw the tramp again.

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

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

Han Fei clutched the money in his pocket. He didn't enter the alley. He turned to the street outside and bought three people's meat buns and two more bottles of water.

Back in the alley again, he did not directly give the tramp money, but put the steaming meat buns and water in front of him.

"Eat while it's hot, I promised you last night that I will buy you food when I have money."

The homeless man was surprised when he saw the bun, then folded his hands together, and kept saying thank you to Han Fei, repeating a few words-thank you good people, good people live well, and good people get rewards.

Han Fei felt that these few words of the tramp seemed to have something else, but no matter how he asked, the tramp would not answer, just keep repeating it.

"Does good people really have rewards? The shrine owner's mother taught him the same way, and he also wrote this sentence in his diary."

Han Fei walked towards the place he rented without disturbing the homeless.

As soon as he reached the end of the alley, he saw a child carrying a blue schoolbag, alone in the corner, as if crying.

"It's time to go to school now, right?" Han Fei was not going to be nosy, but when he passed by the child, he saw a few toys in front of the child. The toys and the second-hand supermarket were killed The boy's toys are a series.

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

The boy raised his head, with tears still remaining on his face: "Dad won't let me go to school or let me play with other children. He said that bad things will happen when I go to that school, and he said that mother I'm sick because of me."

"It's 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 tells me what he does. He always goes out after dawn and comes back before dark. He smells so bad that he needs a lot of soap. To be cleaned."

"Extremely smelly?" Han Fei hadn't reacted yet, the child suddenly put away the toys on the floor and looked at Han Fei very 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 can no longer be described as harsh~IndoMTL.com~ It feels like a threat to that Child.

Stepping quickly, the man in the suit pulled the boy up: "Follow me home! If you run outside, your mother's illness will become more serious!"

"Toys, Dad, the toys are still on the ground..."

The man didn't listen to the child at all, so he picked him up and walked towards the residential building where Han Fei rented.

"What a weird man, the temperament that he reveals is completely different from the residents I saw before..." Han Fei stared at the man's back, his eyes suddenly widened!

While the man in the suit was walking around, Han Fei saw a face tattoo on his neck!

"Ten fingers?"

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

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