My Healing Games

Chapter 243 Unnamed Hope
The words of a madman should not be pondered too deeply, but in order to find out the true nature of the butterfly, Han Fei not only pondered the words on the wall in depth, but also prepared to write down every single word.

When he had carried most of it, the living room door opened and Xu Qin walked in from outside.

"There are a few fewer living people in the building. The situation is not good. We need to find a way to get masks as soon as possible and then leave here."

"Is a mask necessary to leave?" Han Fei asked, somewhat puzzled. "The flesh and blood factory in Animal Alley has been destroyed, so the rules here should have changed as well."

"The manager of Animal Alley is a mystery. He made all the rules, and as long as he is alive, we must abide by his rules." Xu Qin mentioned the most crucial point: all the special buildings in the Deep World have their own managers. Before the manager dies, they control everything within the building. They are both the rule-makers and the rule-executors.

"Does nobody know who the manager is?"

“No one has ever seen him, which means no one can survive knowing who he is, which shows how terrifying he is.” Xu Qin expressed her concern: “To be able to control such a large area and operate independently here, the manager of Animal Alley must be very powerful.”

"Understood. So, what's our next step?"

"Let's go check the writer's room first. If we really can't complete the task of finding the person, then we'll have to kill the person who posted the task." Xu Qin was very direct; this woman had a special charm.

The three quietly left the room and, led by Xu Qin, avoided all the traps along the way, arriving at a room on the fourth floor.

"Is this the writer's room?"

Upon opening the door and seeing the scene inside, Han Fei was completely stunned.

In the Deep World, the writer's room is different from his real-life room; butterfly specimens are displayed everywhere—on the walls, in the cabinets, and on the desk.

The author seems to have made specimens of every kind of butterfly in the world and collected them in his room.

In reality, there was nothing related to butterflies in the writer's room, but in the Deep World, it was completely different; it seemed that all the important clues had been left behind by the writer in the Deep World.

"It seems the author also foresaw that the butterfly would definitely erase everything related to it." In fact, the butterfly did it even more thoroughly, not only erasing all traces of its own existence, but also killing all those who wanted to investigate the secret, leaving no hidden dangers.

Only in the depths of the world could Han Fei see the writer's true room and the real him.

The author's pen name was Spider, but there wasn't a single spider-related item in his room. Instead, his room was filled with books and specimens related to butterflies.

His research on butterflies had reached the point of obsession. He not only pursued tangible butterflies, but also searched for things that resembled butterflies in appearance, as well as legends and tales associated with butterflies.

"Seeing all this, do you think the homeowner is an entomologist?" Xu Qin followed Han Fei into the room: "Don't be fooled by appearances. The homeowner's profession and daily life have nothing to do with butterflies. He suddenly went crazy at some point."

Standing in the middle of the room, you can see the beautiful patterns on the butterfly wings no matter where you look, but after looking at them for a while, you feel inexplicably disgusted and horrified.

The patterns on the wings resembled evil eyes, peering into the hearts of the living.

After searching the living room, Han Fei entered the study, and was once again shocked the moment he opened the door.

The walls of the entire room were covered with some kind of pattern, and standing in the room felt like being enveloped by the huge wings of a butterfly.

The dazzling, dreamlike wings gave Han Fei a suffocating feeling; he simply couldn't imagine how a writer could work here all the time.

"The butcher's house is the spider's heart; these patterns must be manifestations of something within the writer's heart."

While rummaging through the bookshelf and opening the drawers, Han Fei discovered something very strange after searching for a long time.

The writer's room was filled with all sorts of books, but none of them contained the books he had written himself.

"It seems like the people in this building only know the author, but they don't know that the author's pen name is Spider. That feels a bit strange." Looking up at the window, Han Fei noticed another anomaly.

In reality, where a writer would hang a wind chime in their window, here something resembling a talisman is hanging instead.

Han Fei stood on a chair, trying to take down the amulet. When he accidentally touched the ceiling, he was surprised to find that a section of the ceiling had been hollowed out.

With a forceful pull of both hands, Han Fei removed a wooden board covered in paint, and the corpses of butterflies fell from above.

How many butterflies did he actually kill?

Among the pile of dead butterflies, Han Fei found a handwritten first draft.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully discovered the hidden quest item - Unnamed Hope (Fragment)."

That first draft had no title or table of contents; it was more like a collection of random thoughts.

Blowing off the butterfly's tattered wings, Han Fei flipped open the first draft to examine it.

"I don't know when it started, but the world I see has changed. I recorded everything I saw. It was clearly reality, but everyone who read it said it was a story."

"Perhaps you're curious about what I saw? It all started with a dream..."

The first half of the manuscript is similar to the eighth subpersonality, where a butterfly appears in a dream, wanting to enter reality through the writer.

However, unlike the eighth alternate personality, the butterfly never succeeded in killing the writer, whether in dreams or in reality.

He repeatedly escaped the butterflies' pursuit, and eventually even tried to kill them.

Through repeated contact, the writer gradually discovered something: the butterfly was real, and it came from the deepest corner of a dream, a corner that seemed to connect to a world full of despair and pain.

The other party appears in the form of a butterfly, but behind the butterfly's wings, the writer gradually sees the shadow of a person.

The writer initially suspected that the other person was like him, someone who could see another world. But as they spent more time together, he began to waver. He felt that the butterfly seemed to have flown out of that world full of despair and pain.

Han Fei felt he was getting closer and closer to finding the butterfly's true form. When he was reading the manuscript, he even memorized it from memory.

As Han Fei was engrossed in reading the manuscript, he suddenly discovered that the most important second half had been torn out, suggesting that someone had been there before him.

"Only a few other personalities could find this place. Who took the rest?"

Han Fei now faces two choices: kill everyone to find the first draft, or share this secret with all the alternate personalities in the building.

"How's it going? Any leads?" Xu Qin pointed to the mask on her face, and Han Fei instantly understood what she meant.

"We probably can't find any writers in a short time, so let's go with another plan."

The manuscript was identified as a task item by the system, and Han Fei directly added it to his inventory. He took one last look at the room covered with butterfly wing patterns, and then walked with Xu Qin toward the room of the sixth sub-personality.

(End of this chapter)