My Healing Games

Chapter 252 Countdown to Mental Illness

The sharp knife pierced the skin, and the little figure in the painting was stained with blood.

Han Fei's expression instantly turned grim as he looked at the painting that A Meng was waving in her hand.

Reaching out and grabbing Ah Meng's shoulder, Han Fei lifted the child up, staring intently at her tender face.

"You were the one who called Xu Qin away, so why are you the only one who came back?"

The most dangerous devils often disguise themselves as angels. In the deep world, never easily trust a person, even if they seem like a helpless child.

"draw……"

A-Meng waved the drawing paper in his hand vigorously. The more afraid he was of speaking, the more he stuttered, unable to utter a complete word for a long time.

"Why did Xu Qin stick a knife into herself? Where is she now?" Han Fei knew that communicating with A Meng would be troublesome, so he put A Meng down, opened her schoolbag, and placed paper and pen directly in front of her: "Draw what you want to say."

Seemingly aware of the urgency, and still shaken, A-Meng scribbled on a piece of paper with a pen.

Two masked figures sat at the table, on which lay a human figure cut into pieces.

The masked little man pointed at the people on the cutting board, chatting and laughing. There were several other little men standing some distance from the table, including a long-haired woman wearing a chef's hat.

It's a very rough crayon drawing, but it has an indescribable eeriness and horror about it.

Han Fei glanced at A Meng out of the corner of his eye, wondering to himself, "What has this child seen?"

Standing next to Han Fei, Li Zai also saw the painting. His slender body was bent at a ninety-degree angle, his head almost resting on Han Fei's shoulder: "It seems like someone in the building has been disposed of? There are nine chairs next to the dining table, but including the chef, there are only eight people in the painting. The missing person should be the one on the cutting board. Has anyone in this building gone missing recently?"

"A writer? The missing writer was eaten?" Han Fei held up the painting in his hand, then looked at A Meng: "What does this have to do with Xu Qin?"

A-Meng took a pen, circled the chef in red, and drew an arrow on the paper, pointing the chef towards the dining table.

"Is Xu Qin the next one they want to eat?" Connecting this to the previous painting, Han Fei knew that Xu Qin was a curse aggregate, her true form being the curse on the dinner knife. When she stabbed all the dinner knives into her body, she would completely merge with the curse and reach her strongest state.

The fact that Xu Qin was driven to that point means that the people inside the building had already begun to target her.

Taking the Resurrection Blade from his inventory, Han Fei squatted down in front of A Meng: "Among the two people wearing masks next to the dining table, are you one of them?"

A-Meng shook his head frantically, pointing to his face and stammering, "I... I don't have a mask. My mask was taken away."

Perhaps to increase his persuasiveness, A-Meng picked up his pen again and drew a doctor's coat on one of the little figures wearing a mask. He pointed timidly at the little figure and kept repeating the word "doctor".

"One of the murderers of the writer was a doctor? This doesn't seem to fit reality. Could something have happened in the deeper world?"

Without wasting any more time, Han Fei signaled to A Meng to take him to find Xu Qin immediately.

He didn't fully trust A-Meng, but he didn't have a better choice now.

The Spider's alternate personality in Butcher's House seems to possess an innate ability: no matter how the passageways and scenes within the building change, they can easily find the right path, as if they were one with the building itself.

The bloodstains inside the building had decreased significantly, as if it had been cleaned. Han Fei noticed that this place was becoming more and more like the meat processing plant's residential compound in reality. The dream seemed to be gradually converging with reality, and the tragedy that had happened in the past seemed to be about to repeat itself.

After passing through room after room and door after door, A-Meng finally led Han Fei to the fourth floor of this massive building complex. They stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary door.

"Is Xu Qin in the room?" Han Fei asked A Meng to open the door. As the door opened, a strong smell of disinfectant wafted out of the room.

At first glance, the room was filled with medicine bottles, and the furnishings were exactly the same as those in Spider's house in reality!
"here it is?"

Han Fei looked at A Meng, and the child took a few breaths and pointed inside the house: "The doctor's house, the cook has been here before."

"The doctor's house?!" Upon hearing the child's answer, Han Fei's eyes widened. This house, which looked exactly like a writer's room in real life, was actually the doctor's house!
This at least shows one thing: in the final stage of the spider's life, the doctor's alternate personality took over the position of the primary personality!
Only in this way can we explain why the spider's home in reality is the same as the doctor's home in the Deep World.

"Could the doctor be a personality bewitched by the butterfly? It almost succeeded in the end!"

Upon entering the house, Han Fei felt as if he had returned to reality, a feeling that was indescribably wonderful.

Looking at those medicine bottles and diagnostic reports, most of them were just like those in reality.

"The doctor personality is responsible for self-healing. The existence of the doctor personality itself implies that the spider is a patient, an abnormal person. By targeting the doctor personality, the butterfly is indeed the most likely to defeat the spider."

The interior layout was exactly the same as in reality, and Han Fei even remembered the location of every item.

After inspecting the living room and kitchen, Han Fei entered the bedroom.

As he looked at the bookshelf, he finally discovered a place that was different from reality.

Where the books "Beast Lane" and "The Butcher's House" should have been displayed, there were two thick case reports instead.

Han Fei picked up a book and started flipping through it. The contents and pictures made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Recently, the number of people in the alley has started to increase. The patients have the same symptoms: cough, fever, wheezing, red rashes on the skin, and unexplained itching."

"According to the initial consultation, all patients had purchased and consumed cooked food from the meat processing plant on the evening of the 4th."

"Food poisoning has been ruled out. Patients with mild symptoms experienced a worsening of their condition a week later, with intense itching all over their bodies. Many patients scratched themselves and even engaged in self-harm."

"In the second week, most patients experienced hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, believing that something had entered their bodies and hoping to have surgery, but examinations revealed no foreign objects inside. The patients' weight did not change significantly, but their bodies suddenly became extremely thin, as if something was sucking their blood and flesh away."

"In the third week, some patients' skin began to crack, and a large number of obvious bloodstains appeared on their bodies. A small number of patients experienced skin ablation symptoms."

"In the fourth week, a large number of patients died in the alley. The specific diagnosed cases are as follows."

Looking at those reports, Han Fei's heart clenched; each one represented a precious life.

After closing the first case report, Han Fei opened the second one to review it.

The report in the second book is very detailed, recording the doctor's own daily changes in his body.

"No noticeable changes in physical condition on February 4th..."

"On February 5th, my skin started to itch."

"On February 7th, I experienced auditory hallucinations for the first time."

"On February 15th, I had lost a significant amount of weight, my skin was cracked, and I experienced both itching and pain. The urge to tear my body apart was becoming increasingly intense."

"On February 21, something in my stomach was clearly trying to come out, my skin started to dissolve, and I could vaguely see my internal organs."

"On February 25th, all medications were ineffective, and hallucinations had completely permeated my brain. Surgery could not stop the physical changes. Indeed, I shouldn't have eaten the writer's. I just don't know how he will come back this time."

(End of this chapter)