Chapter 433 Who works the night shift in this store and who dies
“Only the toys with mom written on them were destroyed?”
Han Fei took the puppet in his hand and gently twisted it body, and found some blood stains on the neck of the puppet.
"The child's toy is stained with blood, something is wrong." Han Fei tried to grab the body of the puppet with his hands. The place where his fingers were held was very clean, and the blood stains were just on the edges of his fingers.
"Did the child just witness his father murdering someone?" A scene emerged in Han Fei's mind.
The child who didn't understand anything heard his parents arguing fiercely. He timidly walked out of his room with his toys, and happened to see the moment his mother's head fell.
Splatters of blood fell in front of him, and a small part of it fell on the toys.
This can also explain why only the toys with mother written on them were taken apart.
“The head can’t fit together no matter what…”
“Hey!”
A woman's voice suddenly sounded above Han Fei's head, which shocked his pupils.
"What are you doing?" Oriole stood next to the counter with a washed bag and sweater, looking at Han Fei who was hiding under the counter in confusion.
"It's okay. A child came over just now and begged me to keep his toys." Han Fei's face quickly returned to normal.
"The kid is here again? Or in the middle of the night?" Oriole shook his head: "That kid probably ran out secretly behind his family's back. If his father knew, he would definitely beat him up. ”
“Have you met his father? ”
"These toys were sent by his father. The man is very tall and strong, and his arms are thicker than my thighs."
"I heard that he also sent a lot of old furniture. Is he going to move?" Han Fei placed the puppet alone in another place.
"I don't know." Oriole looked around: "Where is the child? Where did he go?"
"He was in the store just now, maybe he sneaked away." Han Fei Walked out from behind the counter: "Can I see the second-hand furniture he consigned here?"
"Most of the things he sent are new, and I put them at the front of the furniture section."
Han Fei entered the furniture section, searched one by one, and finally focused on the largest single sofa.
"If you hollow out the sofa, you can hide a corpse wrapped in tape and preservatives."
Slowly approaching, Han Fei lifted up the sofa cushions and moved his fingers. Explore a little bit.
He did not find the body in the sofa, but only found a thin notebook in the gap of the sofa cushion.
This should be the boy's homework book. The Chinese teacher asked him to write a weekly diary every week. The boy wrote for a month that his father took him to the park to play.
"The description should be that of an abandoned small park. Could it be that the body was buried by a man in the park?"
The children's weekly diaries always mentioned the small pond downstream of the stone bridge. Han Fei suspected that the man had killed him. The wife then hid the body in the mud of the pond.
"The boy's body was soaked and turned white, and his pupils were swollen like a goldfish. He may have been thrown into that river."
Flip the homework, Han Fei saw the last of the boy A weekly diary that writes how much his father loves him and buys him a lot of toys.
Then something caught Han Fei's attention. Several of his favorite toys that the boy mentioned in his weekly diary did not appear in the carton.
At first glance, this seems normal. The father feels sorry for his child and does not take the child’s favorite toys to a second-hand store for consignment. He loves his child very much.
But the prerequisite for all this is that the child is still alive.
If the boy is dead, then the toys the father left behind are worth thinking about. Did he bury those toys next to the boy's body out of apology? Or are those toys stained with a lot of blood and cannot be sold at all? Or is he just a pervert who wants to feel the warmth of his child through those toys?
"Ding dong, ding dong..."
A sound came from the door of the store again. Han Fei did not expect that so many people would come to the store in the middle of the night.
He quietly stuffed the boy's diary into his clothes, quickly restored the sofa, and then walked towards the door of the store with a perfect professional smile.
In front of the second-hand supermarket, there was a delivery boy standing. He was holding a sign in his hand and stammering something.
Because he happened to be standing at the door of the store, neither coming in nor going out, causing the sound of ding-dong-ding-dong to keep ringing.
"Sister Oriole, have you ordered takeout?"
"I didn't! It must have been the wrong delivery." Oriole motioned to the takeaway clerk to come in first, but he waved his hands and mouth I just can't say a complete sentence.
"Don't worry." Han Fei took a glance and found that the back of the deliveryman's butt was stained with a lot of rice soup and oil, and a small piece of skin on his arm was scalded: "There was an accident on the road? The soup rice you delivered was beaten. Turned over?”
Hearing Han Fei’s The delivery man nodded his head very hard, opened his mouth wide, and said in a long voice: "Yes, I'm sorry..."
When the delivery man spoke, his face His skin would twitch involuntarily, and he couldn't control his expression.
"We didn't order the takeout. Are you sure we didn't deliver it wrong?"
"The address is 100, department store...here." The takeaway clerk took out his mobile phone and kept giving Han Fei instructions. Author: "No one answered the phone calls."
"Wait a minute! This seems to be the security guard's number." Oriole took out her mobile phone and called, and the other party connected to her call directly: "Did you order the takeaway? The food has been delivered, where are you? ?”
After a while, the mall elevator lit up, and two night shift security guards came over. When they saw the very embarrassed deliveryman, there was no surprise in their eyes, as if they had known that the other person would knock him over. Same as soup and rice.
"Can you two stop ink stains?"
"This boy has exceeded the time limit for five minutes. If you want to say that the ink stains are also his ink stains." The security guard who had just been scolded by Zhu Wei now raised his head He raised his head and stretched out his hand in front of the delivery man: "Forget it about being late, where is the takeaway?"
"Yes, I'm sorry." The delivery man rubbed his hands as if he was scared, and his face turned red in anxiety, but Just can't say anything.
"I asked you about the takeaway!" The security guard's voice began to get louder, as if he wanted to vent all the anger he had just suffered.
The security guards were pressing closer and louder, and the delivery boy seemed to be frightened. He turned around and ran to Gate C, pushed his electric car to the door, and then hugged the person who was still dripping. The takeout box of soup hurried in.
"Stand there and don't move! You've made the floor dirty!"
The delivery boy's fingers were burned red and his arms were shaking, but he stopped and did not dare to take the food out. The box is placed on the ground.
"Give it to me." Han Fei said softly and reached out to take the takeout box.
The hot soup splashed onto the palms, sticky and hot.
Opening the box, all the four large portions of mutton soup inside were spilled.
"What should we do?! Don't say that we bully the disabled! It's not easy for everyone. This is the first meal of the day for us brothers. What do you think we should do now!" Two security guards on the left Yiyou stood next to the delivery boy. The delivery boy, who was obviously mentally deficient, raised his hand that was still dripping with mutton soup. He was gasping for air and could not say a word.
"You spilled it yourself, you have to pay for it." The security guard took out his mobile phone: "If you don't pay for it, you can't leave today."
The delivery boy couldn't say the whole thing. He just kept making strange screams. He seemed to want to step back, but was grabbed by the neck by another security guard.
He seemed to have observed the deliveryman for a long time. He reached into the deliveryman's collar and directly broke the knot hanging on the deliveryman's neck.
There is a work sign hanging on the rope. It looks like a primary school student practicing calligraphy. It says - Hello, I am Wang Ping'an's father. He has been suffering from autism since he was a child. Where can he do it? That's wrong. I hope you can contact me. I will be there as soon as possible. My address is No. 15, Shahe Street, and my phone number is...
"Stop nagging him, call his dad directly." The security guard read the sign Another security guard started dialing the phone number.
"You two are the only security guards on the night shift. You two need to drink four servings of soup? And add so much meat? Aren't you afraid of something going wrong?" Han Fei took out the lunch box of mutton soup from the takeout box. : "Sheep soup is not easy to deliver in the first place. There is still something wrong with the merchant's packaging, so you can only bully this delivery boy with intellectual disabilities."
"You have the final say whether there is anything wrong with the merchant's packaging. Huh?”
"I have really come into contact with the food delivery industry, and I am also very good at packaging food." Han Fei used the delivery person's lunch box to pack many corpses in the death building: "You spilled the mutton soup and need to vent, no problem, but Find the right person to vent to. This shoddy lunch box and packaging approach feels like the business is deliberately trying to trick people.”
“I remembered it!” Oriole next to her suddenly spoke. She pointed at one of the security guards and said, “Xiao Li’s wife came to the city two months ago and opened a haggis shop next to No. 3 Middle School. "
Han Fei picked up the delivery boy's phone and took a look. The location where he picked up the food was indeed near No. 3 Middle School.
"What do I mean? Business is not good, so you want to get rid of all these muttons that are about to spoil? Looking at the map, Shahe Street, where the deliveryman's father lives, is relatively close to No. 3 Middle School. Is this deliveryman? Do you often pick up food from your wife's shop?" Han Fei's reaction was so fast that he saw through the security guard's little thoughts in an instant.
"You are cheating on people with disabilities who are still delivering meals in the middle of the night? Are you two still human?" Oriole was also a little angry: "Thankfully, I thought you were good before and worked the night shift with you."< br>
Having been exposed, the two security guards stopped pretending. They stood together and looked at Oriole: "Don't talk about how good you are? If you are so good, why don't you tell this newcomer what happened in your store? What happened?”
The security guard named Xiao Li snorted, and then looked at Han Fei: "Silly boy, do you know why a second-hand supermarket is open in the middle of the night? Do you know why they have to have someone here 24 hours a day? Don't be fooled by this lying vixen. Someone has died in your store before! Who? Whoever works the night shift will die!" (End of Chapter)