My Healing Games

Chapter 139 What grudge can last overnight?

"Some people use physics to exorcise ghosts, some use chemistry, and now the homework left behind by the former dormitory supervisor tells me that math can also exorcise ghosts. Is he implying that knowledge is power?"

The big-headed boy was already engrossed in the workbook, and the blood vessels in his head slowly returned to normal, no longer resisting violently.

Under the dim light, a very hardworking child was battling through a sea of ​​problems. If it weren't for the strong stench of death emanating from him, this scene would have been quite inspiring to anyone who saw it.

Han Fei sat next to the boy and waited until the boy's self-awareness was completely absorbed in the cursed homework before trying to ask again.

"What's your name?"

"Big Head, my classmates all call me Big Head," the male student seemed to mutter to himself, his eyes fixed on his workbook.

"You used to live with Jinsheng, right? What's your impression of that child? Did he ever bully you?"

“I don’t like him. He always tells scary stories, and even when he dreams at night, he talks in his sleep in a frightening way.”

"Talking in his sleep? Do you remember what he said?" Han Fei asked, very curious.

“He said we were all dead, that the school was full of ghosts, and that a butterfly flew into a student’s brain and that the student would make it impossible for us to even become ghosts. We had to find that student as soon as possible.”

Do you believe what he's saying?

"At first I didn't believe it, but later I saw ghosts at school, and there really were a lot of ghosts hiding there!" Han Fei's question seemed to have made him think of something bad, and he became agitated again, almost breaking free from the control of the curse.

"It seems that Jin Sheng and Jin Sheng are the same person. His personality hasn't changed at all. He still likes to tell some very scary stories. It's just that in reality he only tells 'stories,' but here he tells the truth."

Han Fei came to the inn mainly to find the Firefly Dragon; the news about this life was purely an unexpected bonus.

Without further provoking Da Tou, Han Fei waited until he had dealt with the hotel matter before taking Da Tou and his mother back to the Happiness Community.

Looking around, Han Fei noticed a picture frame on the boy's desk.

The photo frame contains a family portrait of the three of them, but the boy's head in the photo doesn't look that big.

Is that middle-aged man your father?

"Yes, my dad works in another place, but he loves my mom and me very much and calls us every night."

"Another phone call?" Han Fei got up and walked towards the phone on the bedside table, but as soon as he moved, the door to room 301 opened.

Big Head's mother walked in anxiously: "Teacher Meng, how is my child? Is there any hope?"

"Didn't you overhear my conversation with my child from behind the door? Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to?" Han Fei smiled faintly. "Your child's current state is largely due to that student named Jinsheng. I will help you investigate and find out the truth."

"Thank you, Teacher Meng!"

"If you really care about your child, it's best not to keep renting in hotels. These places are a mixed bag and can easily affect your child's studies. I suggest you rent a room in the Happiness Community across the street. The community has a good environment and the residents are of high quality, which will be very beneficial for your child's future development."

"I'll think about it." The woman had just agreed when the phone on the bedside table rang.

Hearing the phone ring, the woman, who had been frowning, actually showed a hopeful smile. Without hiding it from Han Fei, she ran to the bedside and answered the phone: "Honey, you haven't called all night, I was so worried."

"The police are checking quite strictly, so I don't dare to call you casually. You should stay at that hotel for now and don't wander around. I'll be able to pick you up soon."

"Okay, you should also be careful."

"Is your son feeling any better? Does his head still hurt?"

"It feels like it's gotten worse, but I found a kind teacher who's willing to help me."

"Don't trust others too easily. Have you forgotten why I was framed for murder? I'm hanging up now. Take care of yourself."

The man on the other end of the phone seemed to sense something and quickly hung up.

"Was that the child's father who called just now?" Han Fei asked casually.

"Well... the child's father is busy with business outside."

"Being busy doesn't mean you can neglect your family. You parents really should take some time to spend with your children." Han Fei kept talking about family and education, and the woman nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"It's getting late, I should head back."

"Take care, Teacher Meng." The woman personally escorted Han Fei to the door.

As Han Fei stepped out of room 301, he went over everything he had just seen in his mind: "The woman is lying. Her husband must be a fugitive, hiding from the police. But the question is, how does her husband know the hotel's phone number? Is he hiding in the hotel too?"

“I had just invited the woman to leave with her child when my husband called immediately. This doesn’t seem like a coincidence.”

Han Fei glanced around silently; it seemed like something in the inn was watching him.

"Is the husband who makes the phone call necessarily the real husband? Could it be a call from some ghost in the hotel?"

After thinking about it carefully, Han Fei realized that there was a big problem with the hotel's telephone.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the shop owner wearing a raincoat talking on the phone with his wife. After entering the room, he received a distress call from a strange woman. Later, he discovered that the woman in room 301 was also in contact with her husband by phone.

"If all the hotel guests are puppets, then the telephone is the thread connecting them, and the ghost making the call is the one who bewitched them?"

Han Fei noticed that the guests in the hotel were acting strangely, and he had been trying to find out the reason behind it. Now he was slowly narrowing down his target.

Looking at the room at the end of the third-floor corridor, Han Fei moved his feet.

Yinglong stayed in room 304, and he hasn't returned yet. There must be something hidden in that room.

The dark corridor reeked of mildew. Just as Han Fei passed the door of room 302, the door next to him suddenly opened, and a fleshy arm emerged from the gap in the door panel.

The other person seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and she grabbed Han Fei.

"It was that fat woman who threw the flowerpot at me!"

Han Fei, whose physical strength was at level 10, was unable to resist the woman, and his body was slowly dragged into the house.

"I'm still too weak."

The door opened wider and wider, and the woman's heavily made-up face appeared behind it. She was chewing on a bone, and her eyes were extremely frightening as she looked at Han Fei.

“You’re going to die sooner or later if you go into this place, so you might as well die by my hand.” The fat on her face trembled with excitement. The woman was much stronger than Han Fei. Just as she was about to drag Han Fei into the house, she suddenly used all her strength!
Han Fei was caught off guard and suddenly pulled into room 302, not expecting that his opponent had been hiding his strength.

The reinforced room door slowly closed, and the last glimmer of light disappeared from Han Fei's eyes.

“Countless people come and go at this crossroads every day, but you are different from them all. The first time I saw you, I really wanted to kill you. I couldn’t control that impulse. I felt that the blood splattering from your body was more beautiful than theirs!” The tenant of room 302 split open his mouth, revealing brownish-yellow teeth.

Han Fei lay on the ground, silent, seemingly stunned by fear.

“So cute, I really want to kill you! I’ll kill you little by little, I’ll take the whole day to do it! No, I’m a little reluctant, I’ll take a week to slowly kill you.” The tenant of room 302 opened the drawer and took out a whole box of thin razor blades, laughing excitedly.

“Let’s start with your calves. You won’t be able to run away from them.” The tenant of room 302, her fat trembling, walked towards Han Fei with a razor blade that was completely disproportionate to her size: “I will cut it very clean.”

The woman rolled up her sleeves, and Han Fei then saw a dark red butterfly scar on her wrist.

"Why do all these crazy guys seem to have butterfly markings?"

Han Fei remained lying on the ground, still shaken, watching the woman approach step by step.

The tenant in room 302 was much stronger than Han Fei. After discovering that Han Fei was not carrying any dangerous items, she laughed even more unrestrainedly.

A thick arm grabbed Han Fei's calf, and as she was about to drag him into the kitchen, Han Fei, who was lying on the ground, suddenly unleashed unprecedented strength.

He used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to kick the tenant hard in the stomach.

As the tenant bent over in pain, Han Fei took out the blood-red paper figure from his inventory and stuffed it directly into the tenant's mouth!

"cry!"

The child in the altar appeared above the woman's head at some point. The child's hands made the woman lose her senses, and the paper figure that had been put into the tenant's mouth earlier seemed to come alive.

Veins pierced the body of the tenant in room 302, and then the blood-red paper figure full of cracks disappeared!

The tenant of room 302 collapsed to her knees in agony, desperately trying to clear her throat, but no sound came out and nothing came out.

Soon her body began to swell irregularly. She wanted to use her last bit of strength to attack Han Fei, but the thin, dark shadow sitting on her neck kept interfering with her judgment.

The tenant of room 302 was like a wild beast that had lost its mind, frantically smashing against the furniture around her. She was terrified and soon began to vomit black blood, which was full of pieces of paper.

A dozen minutes later, the tenant of room 302 turned deathly pale. When the last trace of color disappeared, she collapsed in the middle of the room like a paper doll that had been drained of its life force.

A strange rustling sound rang out, and a hand slowly emerged from the tenant's chest. The blood-red paper figure swayed as it walked out of the tenant's body. Upon seeing Han Fei, it smiled happily and then swayed as it walked towards Han Fei.

"Is this an F-rank cursed artifact?"

Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine just watching from the sidelines. He was now very glad that the paper doll's self-awareness had been shattered.

Reaching out, Han Fei put the blood-red paper figure back into his inventory. He noticed that the cracks on the paper figure had decreased significantly, and the blood, flesh, and spirit seemed to help the paper figure recover from its injuries quickly.

"The cursed object is more terrifying and troublesome than I imagined."

Looking at the tenant on the ground, Han Fei had originally intended to ask him some questions.

"Don't feel wronged, you were the one who attacked me first."

Han Fei closed the tenant's wide-open eyes. When he touched the other person's skin, he felt no elasticity; it felt like touching a blank sheet of paper.

(End of this chapter)