My Iyashikei Game Chapter 437: Ten Fingers in the Memory World

Han Fei picked up the toys the boy left behind and shoved them into the plastic bag used to carry the buns. ‘After the man left, I should use these as an excuse to visit their house.’ The boy’s toys were from the same series as the victim’s toys at the shop, which was interesting to Han Fei.

Ten Fingers had explored the altar owner’s world for years, they would have mastered a lot of info. They might have seen the real image of this world. ‘I wonder if the world they see is different from what I see.’

Holding the toys, Han Fei didn’t chase after the father and son. It was not yet the time to reveal himself. After waiting for some time, Han Fei entered the neighbourhood. The entrance door was suddenly pushed open and a bespectacled balding middle-aged man was hauling several large rubbish bags out. Seeing how inconvenienced the man was, Han Fei moved to help. When the man saw Han Fei, he was surprised. Then he shook his head. “Even if you help me with these chores, I can’t lower your rent. I know you are a kind and good kid but this world is not easy.”

“You are…” Han Fei was confused.

“What are you doing at the door?! You’ll only throw them away then they start to smell! How disgusting!” The door at the corner of the 1st floor opened and the landlady shouted at the middle-aged man, “Once you come off from work, you slump on the couch like a dead man. Do you think you’re the only one who is tired? I am tired too.”

The middle-aged man sighed. He picked up the trash and continued to move. However as he passed Han Fei, he whispered, “I was smoking on the balcony earlier. I saw you pick up the toys of the boy from Room 7. I’d advise you to throw those toys away and stay away from that family.” The man then moved away. Seeing how slow the man was, the landlady was angry and she slammed the door.

It was clear that the man didn’t want to get involved so he whispered to Han Fei. Han Fei should appreciate his warning and then just walk away. However, Han Fei was never one to follow normal conventions. In the altar owner’s mem

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