My Healing Games

Chapter 297 The Butterfly Trapped by Huang Ying
As consciousness left his body, time seemed to slow down infinitely. Han Fei could clearly see his body receding into the distance, and at the same time, he saw a hand reaching for his leg.

As his fingertips brushed against her skin, his soul seemed to freeze. Han Fei looked down, but saw nothing.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei took off his gaming helmet and opened the gaming pod.

His pupils were still throbbing uneasily, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Even quitting the game didn't stop it; I almost failed to quit."

The game pod was constantly adjusting Han Fei's body, and he didn't feel anything unusual; his mental state was also very good.

But as he was about to step out of the game pod, he suddenly fell to the ground.

Han Fei stared in disbelief at his left leg, which had completely lost all feeling from the calf down.

"That unspeakable ghost, its fingers brushed against the left leg!"

After staring at his left leg for a long time, Han Fei rested for quite a while before his left leg finally returned to normal. However, this time, it really frightened him quite a bit.

"I was only touched, and I lost consciousness of my left leg. Judging from this, I might die in the game, but I probably won't die physically in real life. However, I will most likely lose all consciousness and become a vegetable."

The joy of reaching level twelve was overshadowed by the song, which taught Han Fei a lesson. It made Han Fei, who had gradually adapted to the deep world, experience again the feeling of being dominated by death and despair.

"The waters of the deep world are too deep. Even someone as powerful as Xiao Ba can only hide in the Happiness Community. I need to be more careful."

After purchasing the game pod, Han Fei intended to level up quickly, but then he encountered singing.

Han Fei has now figured it out. The most fundamental difference between the game "Perfect Life" and other games on the market is that other games are played by people, while in "Perfect Life" NPCs play by people.

Only by remaining cautious and humble at all times can one have a greater chance of survival.

Sitting on the bed, Han Fei was not sleepy at all. The Deep Space Technology game pod was indeed effective. When his consciousness was immersed in the game, his body was fully relaxed and rested.

“Playing games is like sleeping, and I have a little more time in my day.” What Han Fei lacks most right now is time. He looked at the sky outside the window, which was not yet fully bright, turned on his computer, and began searching for information about murder cases related to the dead building and the singing.

Han Fei searched until sunrise but found nothing. There are many places in the world called "dead buildings," but they are not in Shanghai and are completely different from the building Han Fei is looking for. Most of them can only be regarded as stories.

"Searching blindly like this is too inefficient. It would be faster to ask someone relevant for help." Han Fei dialed Huang Ying's number, hoping that Huang could help him contact Feng Ziyu.

Feng Ziyu is a colleague of the insane tester and one of the witnesses to that incident. He has been searching for information related to the dead building for years.

The phone rang only once before Huang Ying answered it; it seemed he had set up a special caller ID for Han Fei.

"Brother Huang, did you have any more nightmares last night?" Han Fei was still concerned about Huang Ying. After he asked, Huang Ying didn't speak for a long time.

"It's still that dream..." Huang Ying's state was very strange. When a normal person is entangled by a butterfly, most people will go insane and break down, just like the chef personality of the spider.

Even if you manage to endure it, you'll become neurotic, doubting everything, until you eventually drive yourself crazy.

However, Huang Ying remained calm, showing no fear or panic, and even seemed to be savoring the moment in his words.

"Do you need me to come over? I suggest you stay at the police station for now." Han Fei really didn't want anything to happen to Huang Ying.

"I don't know how to describe it to you. In my dream, it was as if I lived a different life. In my dream, my mother didn't leave me. She was with me..." Huang Ying said, but then suddenly stopped.

"And then?" Han Fei knew that Butterfly wouldn't be so kind.

"Then she tried to kill me in all sorts of ways in her dream."

Hearing Huang Ying's words, Han Fei gasped. The butterfly had become Huang Ying's most beloved and respected person, and then used this method to tear apart Huang Ying's inner memories.

He was very worried and immediately connected to Huang Ying's video call.

Looking at Huang Ying in his pajamas on the phone screen, who looked like a big boy, Han Fei was a little confused. He couldn't see any signs of a mental breakdown in Huang Ying.

"Really, don't worry, I'm fine." Apart from looking a bit unkempt because he hadn't shaved in a long time, Huang Ying looked exactly the same as usual.

"Aren't you in pain? To be killed like that by the person you respected most, to have your beautiful memories twisted, don't you feel despair? Brother Huang, tell me your true feelings, so that the police and I can help you," Han Fei said earnestly.

"Your true feelings?" Huang Ying thought for a while: "Actually, what happened when I was a child has always been my nightmare. It's the scene I least want to recall. What I hope for most is that my mother can live a good life instead of losing her own life to save me. She is the best person in the world."

Huang Ying and Han Fei had a life-or-death bond, and they were each other's only friend. Huang Ying didn't hold back and told them everything on his mind.

“My father also disliked me for a long time. He probably sent me abroad because he didn’t want to see me.”

"To be honest, I've lived for thirty years and I still haven't forgotten that memory. I've just learned how not to let others see my sadness."

“I have always felt guilty towards my mother. I killed her and I want to make amends, but I can no longer do so... until recently when I started having this nightmare.”

"When I saw my mother standing on the shore, not jumping down to save me, my first feeling was not fear, but a long sigh of relief. I was worried that she would die in her dreams."

"Later, she tried to kill me in my dream, which was a terrible thing, but for some reason, I felt like I was atoning for something."

“Every time I die, I feel a little relieved. The pain that I’ve been suppressing in my heart for so long is slowly released.”

"My guilt, my self-blame, my pain—these things that were suffocating me are disappearing with death."

"In the latter part of the nightmare, I began to actively approach my mother. I knew she wanted to kill me, but I would never run away, just like she jumped into the cold lake without hesitation."

Huang Ying on the screen took a deep breath, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I understand what Butterfly really wants to do, but I don't care."

Huang Ying seems to have awakened some strange thoughts. Han Fei doesn't know if this is good or bad. He guesses that even Butterfly is a bit confused now.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

"The fact that Butterfly hasn't made any progress with you is the best news for me." Han Fei began to talk about his request to investigate the Dead Building, and Huang Ying readily agreed, taking the initiative to contact Feng Ziyu for Han Fei.

Not long after, Han Fei received a document. After entering the encryption command, he discovered that the document's contents were all related to the Dead Building.

"A dead building does not refer to a specific building or a particular neighborhood; it refers to a cluster of many ghost buildings or buildings where no one has lived."

Upon seeing the first line of the document, Han Fei was immediately captivated. He ended the video call and began to study it seriously.

I recommend this book, *The Feast of Fear*.

The author previously wrote *The Terrifying Joke* (also known as *Above the Mist*). This book largely continues that style, featuring detailed descriptions, a bizarre and terrifying atmosphere, and relatively sound logic. Readers who enjoy intellectually stimulating and unsettling stories should definitely check it out!
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