My Iyashikei Game Chapter 454: White rice in the middle of the night
Han Fei, who has come out of the hallucinations, is obviously different from before.
What Han Fei did not do what the owner of the shrine did not do. All the changes he brought after entering the world of memory have moved the gears of destiny at this moment.
"Dingdong, Dingdong..."
The door of the second-hand goods store was pushed open, and the warning sound of the guest's entry sounded, and Han Fei turned his head and looked at the door of the store.
A delivery man carrying a delivery box stood stupidly at the door, his expression on his face was a bit sluggish, and his mouth slightly slanted.
"Peace?" Han Fei didn't expect that the delivery staff he had helped before would come over at this time: "Why don't you go home yet? What time is this?"
Wang Pingan raised the takeaway box in his hand and shouted loudly: "Bring fried chicken."
"The meal you brought me?" Han Fei felt warm and let Wang Ping'an into the store.
After opening the takeaway box, he saw the damaged fried chicken box and a very obvious shoe print on the top of the takeaway box.
"Someone kicked your takeaway box?" Han Fei circled Wang Ping'an, muddy water and sauce on his clothes.
"Fried chicken." Wang Pingan didn’t care about his soiled clothes at all. As if he was protecting a baby, he put the hot fried chicken on the counter: "I can’t finish it, give it away. A little bit for you, a little bit for Dad."
Han Fei shook his head as he looked at the two large boxes of fried chicken that were badly damaged. It is unlikely that Wang Ping'an would buy so many fried chickens to eat. Maybe something happened on the way to the delivery.
"Can you borrow me to use your phone?"
Han Fei took Wang Ping’an’s mobile phone and clicked on the backstage of the deliveryman’s program. He not only added two negative reviews, but also compensated the guests for a meal at the original price.
"You lost money, are you still so happy?" Han Fei gave it a go, and Wang Ping'an had done nothing today.
"The fried chicken...is delicious." With a silly smile, Wang Ping'an opened a box of fried chicken, and then handed Han Fei a bottle of coke that was dying.
Then he ate happily on his own, thinking of nothing, and no need to be afraid and worried. He ate the fried chicken and his lips were soaked with oil.
Looking at Wang Pingan, Han Fei felt unreal. He didn't expect that there would be such "normal" people in such an abnormal world.
"Fortunately, I have regained my sanity. Otherwise, if you come tonight, you may even be killed by my own hands." Fate has changed, and Han Fei also picked up fried chicken and ate it for a short period of ten minutes. It is the most relaxing time of the day for him.
After eating the first box, Wang Pingan took out the second box of fried chicken from the takeaway box. He wanted another flavor often, but he felt that the box should be left to his father.
"Don't eat first, 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. His hands reached into the takeaway box. At that time, I suddenly discovered that the bottom of Wang Pingan's take-out box was full of boxes of white rice.
"So much rice? Is it cooked?" Han Fei was a little confused: "Ping An, did you buy these rice yourself?"
"Takeaways are all takeaways." Wang Pingan pointed to his mobile phone: "I can't find the address. The house and the house are full of dead people."
Han Fei suspected that his ear had a problem. The last second he felt that staying with Wang Ping'an was very healing, and the next second Wang Ping'an was shocking.
"The dead? Is the takeaway from the dead?"
"It's a dead person." Wang Ping'an was still smiling stupidly.
The fried chicken in his hand stopped fragrant for a moment. Han Fei took a napkin and wiped his hands with Wang Ping An, and asked him to sit in front of him: "Where are you sending the rice?"
"Upstream, Shaheyuan, Baicheng District." Wang Ping'an answered with difficulty. Han Fei simply took his mobile phone to check, and soon he made a terrifying discovery.
Every night there is someone in the Shaheyuan area of Baicheng District who orders white rice. The address they fill in is the same, and every time they order white rice from the same restaurant.
Ignoring other things, Han Fei took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone reserved by the hotel. It rang for a long time without anyone answering it.
He tried to call with Wang Ping’an’s cell phone again, and the phone only rang twice before being connected.
"Is there something? Did you encounter something?" A man's voice came from the phone, and he was very nervous.
Han Fei turned his eyes and walked deep into the shop with his mobile phone: "The address you gave is wrong, why are there dead people in the house?"
"Boom!"
There was a noise from the phone, and then the phone was hung up.
After waiting for a long time, Wang Ping'an was called with that number just now.
As soon as Han Fei got on the phone, he heard the boss's gasping voice trying to suppress: "Brother, I definitely didn't mean to cheat you, but you are the only one who takes the order every time."
"So... why are there dead people in that room?"
"I don’t know! Shaheyuan is a wealthy area. There used to be a family who loved to eat our restaurant’s food, but from a certain day they stopped ordering. I just order rice. I was curious in my heart. I asked someone to inquire about it, and then I learned that the family was kidnapped and killed by the kidnappers several days ago! The point is that when the delivery staff delivered them, they were all at home!"
"If people are dead, will they order rice every day?"
"I don’t know! They still order rice at night anyway, and the number of customers ordering rice at night has increased in recent months! There are so many people who live anywhere, and many takeaways are afraid to pick it up. This kind of list, only you don’t seem to be afraid of it. Wait a minute, your voice seems to be different from before?"
"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 restaurant shouldn’t lie." Han Fei returned to Wang Ping’an and looked at the white rice spreading over the bottom of the take-out box: "The owner said that the number of customers ordering rice in the evening has increased in recent months, and those customers are all Is it a dead person?"
Looking at the introduction of the restaurant, Han Fei was surprised to find that this shop was also opened by the owner of the department store. The man named Gu built many buildings near Shahe and has many industries. It's just that in the past year or two, he has started to lose his luck. Many properties have gone bad. Only department stores, Wugu Restaurant and Shahe Private Hospital have not completely closed down yet.
"Ping'an, how many similar orders have you received? Just order a lot of white rice and strange dishes at night?"
Hearing Han Fei’s question, Wang Ping’an flipped his cell phone, and he was very proud to let Han Fei see the takeaway record he had delivered.
It doesn't matter at first glance, Han Fei's face is blue, no wonder Wang Ping'an, a silly boy, always runs out at night to deliver food. Most of his orders are for white rice.
"It's the ghost that feeds this guy..." Looking at the earlier takeaway records, Wang Ping'an even took the order to the Han Fei community, and the order address was the room where the hanging woman was on the third floor.
"Is there any problem with these white rice?" He took out a box and opened it. Han Fei turned the rice with his chopsticks. The steamed rice was half-baked. The rice seemed to be mixed with fragrant ashes and embers of paper money, so he looked at the ashes. Flapping.
"Peace, don't take the orders from Shaheyuan again in the future. If you can escape once, it doesn't mean that you can always be fine. If you walk too much at night, you may hit ghosts..."
Wang Ping An, who has been obedient to Han Feiyan, 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." /
"The living people bullying you may be for your money, if the dead are not good intentions, they may be for your life~IndoMTL.com~Speaking of this, Han Fei suddenly thought of something, whether it was sent at night The takeaway Wang Ping’an is still the old lady who often enters the shop at night. They don’t seem to be afraid of ghosts. The scariest ghost in the memory world didn’t hurt them casually.
"The idea that the owner of the shrine has been instilled since childhood is that good people have rewards, but when he is a good man himself, he encounters all the misfortunes. He twists into the most evil monster and becomes completely unrecognizable. But in his memory In the world, he still subconsciously protects those good people. Until now, he should and believe that good people are rewarded, 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, you will take me to the place where those people live. Look."
"Which ones?" Wang Ping'an didn't understand Han Fei's words very well, his eyes were still looking at another box of fried chicken in the takeaway box.
"All those who have ordered this kind of rice in the middle of the night, you take me around to their home, if there is no danger, you can continue to take these orders." Han Fei has his own plan, he is already in the shrine The master had seen those who died because of the shrines in the illusion, and now he wants to meet them in the memory world in person.