My Healing Games

Chapter 19 I am diligent, hardworking, and positive.

Han Fei did not accept Zhan Lele's gift. Although his social anxiety was not as severe as before, he was still not very good at interpersonal communication. Or rather, his interpersonal communication skills had begun to develop in another direction after being trained in a certain game.

After returning home, Han Fei had a hearty meal. He used to save money by eating and living frugally, hoping that one day he could buy a house of his own.

But ever since he played a healing game, his inner conflicts were completely resolved. Houses? Money? Those things are too mundane!
All he wants now is to quietly watch the sunrise each day and savor the beauty of life.

"How come I never noticed before that the food at the restaurant downstairs is so delicious?"

After tidying up the table briefly, Han Fei stared blankly at the wall covered with photos of the victims.

"My freak roommate's biggest wish is to catch the killer, but how am I supposed to face such a vicious and ruthless serial killer?"

"I'm just a nobody actor, while he's a meticulous, cunning, and highly skilled serial killer with a strong sense of counter-surveillance. He's managed to evade police searches even after killing eight people! If I actually find any clues about him, will he silence me in real life?"

Han Fei's expression gradually worsened. Investigating a murder case alone and getting closer to the real culprit was not a cool thing; on the contrary, it was an extremely dangerous thing.

“I need to cooperate with the police, but I can’t reveal the existence of the game. Also, the more people who know about me, the more likely that killer will come after me.”

"Right now, he's in the shadows, and so am I; we're both safe. If I were to step into the open, he would definitely try every means to kill me."

Clenching his fist, Han Fei was well aware of his own limitations; he was currently just a weakling with a physical strength of only five.

"You can quit the game, but you can't quit reality." Han Fei stood up from the sofa: "I can't keep being so decadent."

Han Fei turned on his computer and immediately placed an order for a metal tactical pen, a baton, a high-powered flashlight, and a stun gun.

Then he opened relevant websites and purchased a large number of courses on criminal psychology, self-defense, and survival skills. In this era where paid knowledge has become ubiquitous, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can buy truly useful knowledge.

“I’ve been wasting so much time. I should make my life more fulfilling.”

He is positive, exercises regularly, and constantly learns and improves himself outside of work. People who don't know the truth would probably think Han Fei is a very sunny and cheerful person.

After formulating his plan, Han Fei began to study diligently. He not only wanted to understand the killer's psychology, but also to learn how to rescue the victims from despair, both of which were matters of his life.

Around midnight, Han Fei locked the doors and windows and hesitantly put on the gaming helmet.

"I logged out on the third floor last time. To avoid that kid camping my corpse, I ran straight to the fourth floor after logging back into the game!"

With all the lines connected, when midnight arrived, the world before Han Fei's eyes turned blood red.

"Welcome to the Perfect Life! Now you can..."

Before the cold, mechanical voice in his mind could finish speaking, Han Fei opened his eyes, and in that instant, his expression turned extremely pale.

Han Fei's fingers were frozen by the coolness from the ring. He looked up and saw that the door on the third floor, which was originally covered with talismans, was half open. A child whose face he couldn't see was sitting at the door!

"He's waiting for me!"

Goosebumps instantly rose on Han Fei's skin. He thought his mental fortitude had greatly improved, but at this moment he realized that he had been too naive. The horror of this underworld game had far exceeded his imagination.

"I haven't finished my mission yet, and I haven't stayed for three hours. If that brat drags me into the room..." Han Fei didn't dare to think any further. He tried to move back, but as soon as he moved, the child raised his head.

In the pitch-black stairwell, stared at by a child whose face he couldn't see clearly, Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine.

"If I run up as fast as I can, I should have a chance to get to the fourth floor, but the problem is I still need to open the door." Han Fei was almost in despair when the child suddenly stood up.

Just as Han Fei was wondering what was going on, the security door behind him was suddenly opened.

"Come in!"

A force pulled Han Fei backward, seemingly trying to get him into the house.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Han Fei did not hesitate.

He only had one chance, so he quickly cooperated with his opponent to speed up their retreat.

Watching the child begin to crawl frantically, Han Fei narrowly escaped and retreated into the old woman's house.

"Oh!"

The security door was slammed shut, and a chilling sound of fingernails scratching could be heard from outside. Han Fei collapsed to the ground, his back soaked with cold sweat.

"Are you alright?" Meng Shi coughed a few times and helped Han Fei up from the ground.

"Grandma, if it weren't for you saving my life this time, I think I would have really been done for! Thank you!" Han Fei was sincerely grateful to her.

"Why did you suddenly come up to the third floor?" Meng Shi looked terrible, and her health seemed to have deteriorated further.

"My house is haunted! Also, I have some questions for you." Han Fei wasn't faking it; his house really was haunted.

"Wait a moment, let me see if the child has left." The old lady placed the red candle on the table next to the security door. The candlelight illuminated the wall, and Han Fei realized that the lights in the room were not on.

The old man stared at the flickering flames and the shadows on the wall for a long time before speaking: "There's no sign of the child; he didn't come in."

"What's wrong with that child? He looks so scary!" Han Fei was only now recovering from the shock.

Meng Shi didn't speak, but took the candle and walked unsteadily into the inner room.

"Grandma, there was only a short time between when I met the child and when you opened the door. Were you standing at the door the whole time? Or did you just happen to spot me?" Han Fei was a little suspicious. He knew the old lady wasn't a bad person, but it was always better to be cautious.

“I’ve been watching the door across the street from inside the room the whole time.” Meng Shi placed the red candle on the table, sighed, and the wrinkles on her face deepened. “Chenchen is missing. I suspect he ran into the room across the street.”

"Chenchen is missing?" Han Fei was also shocked.

"Oh, do you know why I always lock Chenchen in the bedroom?" The old lady sat down weakly in a chair.

"Why?" Han Fei was indeed very curious. He recalled the first time he came to the old man's house. At that time, the old man unlocked the bedroom door and called Chenchen out to eat.

Han Fei had almost forgotten this detail, and only now did he realize something was wrong.

“Because Chenchen always goes out to play with that non-existent child, I noticed it a long time ago. Chenchen always says a strange name, and he often sits alone by the door covered with talismans, constantly talking, as if he is communicating with another child.”

Thank you to the leader of the Buddhist-style Chen Erha!
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