My Healing Games

Chapter 22 This child insisted on coming to our house to play.
Han Fei knew that the old woman wasn't telling a story; she was talking about something that had happened to her.

The kinder a person is, the more uneasy and tormented they will feel when they do something against their conscience.

This guilt can become an illness, lingering in the heart, causing a dull ache whenever it is thought of.

Looking at the old man's current state, Han Fei didn't know what to say.

Human nature is complex; even a kind-hearted person can become an accomplice.

The old woman wasn't in good health; she clutched her chest and didn't continue speaking.

During his conversation with Meng Shi, Han Fei also noticed something quite noteworthy.

It's strange that the old man in the game doesn't seem to have any memory of his own death.

The victims of the human body mosaic on the fourth floor had the despair and pain of their impending death etched into their very bones. They were frantic and violent, completely losing their minds, forgetting many things, but never forgetting the fact that they had been brutally murdered.

On the other hand, the old lady Meng Shi on the third floor was the opposite. She was kind and compassionate, and remembered what happened before she died, but she forgot that she was already dead.

Since they were all dead, Han Fei suspected that the difference between them was related to their state at the time of death.

Those who have been tortured and killed, harboring resentment and pain, can also go insane in the game.

People like the old lady, whose cause of death had other hidden reasons, were able to retain their rationality in the end. Perhaps when the old lady died, she did not have much hatred in her heart, only regret and remorse.

Han Fei was still unclear about the specific reasons. This game was full of unknowns for him, and he needed to explore it step by step.

Attention Player 0000! The G-rank normal quest "Listening and Companionship" has been completed! Meng Shi's friendship level has increased by 10!

"Attention Player 0000! Your friendliness towards Meng Shi has reached the required level! Congratulations on gaining Meng Shi's friendship! You have now learned how to get along well with your neighbor!"

Han Fei scrolled to the bottom of the attribute panel, where a new life map had appeared, and Meng Shi's name appeared in the neighbor column.

"Meng Shi (slightly regretful): The old woman has a kind heart. She feels that she owes the world and many people a debt, and she has the characteristics of a selfless personality."

Staring at the character information, Han Fei was somewhat puzzled: "What does the 'slight regret' after the old man's name mean?"

He tried to touch the words "slight regret" on the attribute panel, and a cold, mechanical voice appeared in his mind.

"Most normal people in this world will have regrets, perhaps due to some kind of obsession, perhaps due to an irretrievable past, or perhaps due to a knot in their heart that they can't let go of."

"The level of regret is divided into three levels: slight, very, and extreme. The manifestations of regret are also different for each level."

Hearing the voice in his mind, Han Fei became even more confused: "So, the NPCs are divided into three levels? No, the system only said that most normal residents of this world have regrets, but there are ghosts and a large number of abnormal people in this underworld! They should have another set of classification systems."

After gaining Meng Shi's friendship, Han Fei learned about the social hierarchy of normal residents. However, if he wanted to know the social hierarchy of ghosts and abnormal people, he would probably need to gain the friendship of a ghost or an abnormal person first.

Three hours passed quickly, and Han Fei put on the jade pendant given to him by the old man and came to the door.

The finger with the ring still felt icy cold, and Han Fei knew that the child hadn't gone far and was still lingering near the door.

"Grandma, I reckon that child might stay by the door. I'll open the door and distract him first, then you go to the house across the street to find Chenchen immediately. Don't hesitate." Han Fei was quite worried about the old woman, after all, she was over seventy years old and had some difficulty moving around.

"Okay." The old lady was going to great lengths to save her grandson.

"I'll open the door after I count to three. You must wait until the child comes with me before you come out." Han Fei first pulled out a large bunch of keys from his pocket, holding the security door key in his hand: "Get ready!"

"one two Three!"

The security door opened with a click, and Han Fei dashed out like an arrow.

Upon entering the stairwell, his fingers were immediately frozen, and he heard a child crying nearby.

Looking back, there was a pale-faced child crawling on the stairs!

Han Fei took three steps at a time, and when he reached the fourth floor, he felt a sudden weight on his back.

"It climbed onto my back?!"

A chill spread from his back to his neck and then to his cheeks. Han Fei dared not be distracted and quickly inserted the key into the lock.

He frantically turned the key, his eyes fixed on the door!

A cool breeze brushed against his cheek. Just as the security door was about to open, a pale, child's face peeked out from Han Fei's shoulder and stretched out in front of him!

The two faces were only a dozen centimeters apart. Han Fei's hair stood on end in fright. Anyone else would probably have been scared out of their wits, but he gritted his teeth and managed to open the security door under these circumstances.

His neck was distorted from being strangled, making it difficult to breathe. The child tried to push Han Fei downstairs, but Han Fei, with a do-or-die mentality, rushed into the house.

He fell to the ground, and the child who had been choking him sat on his shoulder, his cold little hands covering his eyes.

The eerie crying entered his mind. Without thinking too much, Han Fei crawled straight to the bedroom at the deepest part of the haunted house, where he remembered the monster had disappeared.

The extra stamina he gained from the previous upgrade became crucial; he successfully climbed to the bedroom door and frantically pounded on it.

The door lock rattled; it seemed this haunted house hadn't been this lively in a long time.

"Wei Youfu!"

The dusty bedroom door was finally smashed open, and a gust of cold wind blew out. The two small hands covering Han Fei's eyes slowly loosened.

Only then did Han Fei see seven figures sitting with their backs to him beside the bed in the deepest part of the haunted house.

The room was like an ice cellar, pitch black and bone-chillingly cold.

At this moment, Han Fei did something that even ghosts wouldn't have expected: he took the child sitting on his shoulders, climbed directly into the bedroom, and then closed the bedroom door behind him!

In the pitch black, the child's cries became even more piercing. Han Fei couldn't see anything, and he trembled, muttering to himself, "This child insists on coming to play with someone. He wants friends. I thought to myself, with so many friends in our family, he'll definitely be happy."

Once the pressure on his shoulders disappeared, Han Fei didn't hesitate for a second and immediately opened the bedroom door and rushed out.

The child on his back was gone, and Han Fei discovered that the child's cries had been left in the bedroom.

He collapsed to the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief: "That scared me to death."

When the child grabbed his neck, he really thought he was going to die.

After checking the bedroom door to make sure it was closed, Han Fei ran to the living room: "The mission to find Chenchen is not yet complete. Could something have happened to the old lady?"

(End of this chapter)