My Healing Games

Chapter 312 Are you human?
The more fours are in the room numbers of a room in a dead building, the higher the number of "ghosts" in that room.

The three security guards stared at the face deep in the corridor, none of them moving an inch.

The atmosphere in the hallway was terrifyingly oppressive. Before, there had been various visual and auditory horrors, but the appearance of this severed finger seemed to foreshadow something even more horrific and cruel about to happen.

With a dry cough, Brother Hua raised his powerful flashlight and shone it into the fourteenth-floor corridor.

The face at the entrance of 1144 had no eyebrows or hair, it was bald and deathly pale, with only its eyes being black.

"It's that madman again."

This wasn't the first time Hua Ge had dealt with this person. He suppressed his fear, gripped his flashlight, and entered the fourteenth floor: "You're the one who broke the security cameras and the door, aren't you?"

The face at the door of room 1144 didn't speak, just stared at Hua Ge and Xiao Fang. The figures of Hua Ge and Xiao Fang were reflected in his dark pupils. His body was trembling slightly, and the expression on his face was distorted with fear. But just then, he saw Han Fei approaching.

Although there were three people standing in front of him, he could only see the figures of two people. He could see Han Fei, but he could not "see" Han Fei.

A hint of surprise flickered in his terrified eyes. His lips trembled, and it took him a long time to utter a complete sentence.

"you are human?"

Hua Ge and Xiao Fang both thought he was crazy, but Han Fei understood another meaning behind his words.

The other person's words were clearly directed at him, this madman living in room 1144, who had seen through his difference from the other ghosts.

It's rare for someone to remain conscious in a dead building without their memories being tampered with; this madman is somewhat special.

Before Han Fei, who was standing at the back of the line, could speak, Hua Ge sighed: "Of course we're human. Don't get agitated. Did you throw that trash in the stairwell? Show me your hand."

"No, you're not human, you're ghosts!" The madman, seeing Hua Ge approach, immediately hid behind the door. "I've been able to see ghosts since I was a child, you can't fool me!"

"Alright, say whatever you want, but first, hold out your hand so I can see if it's okay." Brother Hua was worried that the madman had cut off his fingers, so he endured the horror and kept asking questions. From this detail, it's clear that he's a decent person.

"You two get out of the way! Step back! Let him come over here, I'll only talk to him!" The madman pointed at Han Fei.

"Me?" Han Fei looked very surprised. He pretended to be very unwilling, but in fact he had already started to move forward.

Hua hesitated for a moment, then patted Han Fei on the shoulder apologetically: "Newcomers will have to stand on their own one day. Go check if his hand is injured, and also ask him if he has forgotten to take his medicine again recently."

Xiao Fang and Hua Ge took a few steps back, and Han Fei came to the door alone: ​​"Brother, did you break the security camera in the hallway?"

The madman shook his head and said to Han Fei very seriously, "I've been able to see ghosts since I was a child, but I know you're a human."

His dark eyes slowly changed; this madman had double pupils, one of which did not reflect Han Fei's image.

"You're a human being, the first person I've seen in this building! I'm a human being just like you, help me! Helping me is helping yourself!" The madman's expression was terrifying, but he was completely oblivious to all of this.

"I'm a security guard in the building, it's only right that I help you. What difficulties do you have?" Room 1144 is definitely not simple, and Han Fei will not reveal his secrets just because of a few casual words from the other party.

“I don’t know how I got into this building. All the ghosts say this is my home! But I know this is definitely not my home! I’ve tried to escape so many times, but I can’t leave this building at all. Several times I was about to get out, but I would inexplicably faint. When I woke up, I was back in this room.” The madman’s expression was twisted. He grabbed Han Fei’s clothes: “Escape! Only by leaving this building can you survive!”

"Don't get agitated." Han Fei was trying to calm the madman down when the other party suddenly pulled him forcefully into room 1144!

"Oh!"

As soon as the door closed, Han Fei felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The air conditioning and heating were on full blast, but it was no use at all; the chill pierced straight to his heart.

He immediately reached for the doorknob, but the madman held his arm down firmly.

"I'm saving you! They really are all ghosts! All of them are ghosts!" the madman roared at Han Fei, his fingernails tearing through Han Fei's skin.

"Let's talk this out." Han Fei looked at the wound on his arm. The madman still had all ten fingers; the severed finger wasn't his.

Perhaps it was Han Fei's calmness that affected the other party, and the madman's tone slowly softened: "I'm really not crazy, and what I said is the truth. This building is like a nightmare that we can't wake up from, and we are all trapped inside."

The person whom everyone in the building considered crazy was actually the only one who was sober. Every word he said was the truth, but onlookers just thought he was going crazy or having a fit of madness.

Han Fei understood what the madman meant, but he dared not show that he understood.

With his masterful acting skills, Han Fei portrayed a complex expression of disbelief on the surface, but in reality, some inner turmoil.

The madman saw the emotions Han Fei was trying to express, and he grabbed Han Fei's arm tightly: "You may not be able to accept it in a short time. You may have forgotten a lot of things. My experience may help you remember some things."

Outside room 1144, Hua Ge and Xiao Fang kept banging on and knocking on the door, worried that something had happened to Han Fei.

Inside the room, the madman approached Han Fei, gesturing wildly as he recounted his past: "Have you ever encountered something like this? When you first come to a place, you feel that the place is very familiar, as if you have been here before, as if you have dreamed about it."

"Have."

“This building is just a place for me.” The madman pulled Han Fei into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on all the faucets. “When I was very young, I could see some strange things, blurry and indistinct. I always thought there was something wrong with my eyes, until one day, I saw that there was an extra person in my house.”

"He was getting closer and closer to me. Every time I woke up in the middle of the night, I would find him standing by my bed. He was staring at me intently!"

“I didn’t dare tell my family about this. I suspect that I don’t have a problem with my eyes, but rather a mental problem.”

"Later, I secretly went to see a doctor under the pretext of a business trip. During my treatment, my wife and daughter both had accidents."

"All the good things I had were shattered, and when I was in utter despair, he disappeared from my sight."

“I thought I had gotten rid of him, but who knew that from that day on, I would have the same dream every night.”

"I dreamt that I woke up in bed in room 1144, and vaguely saw someone in the room holding a knife, carving something on my skin."

"I feel a lot of pain, but I can't make a sound."

"The blood kept flowing, soaking the sheets."

"This dream lasted for a month. When my body was almost covered in scars, the person finally stopped and put something into my heart."

"The whole process was unimaginably painful, and I completely lost consciousness."

"When I woke up again, this was the house I saw when I opened my eyes. It felt like I had entered the room I had dreamed about countless times in my nightmares!"

After saying that, the madman tore open his shirt.

His pale skin was like a perfect canvas, on which a huge, colorful butterfly was tattooed!

"I've tried all sorts of ways to die in this building, but I always faint at the crucial moment. When I wake up, I'm back in bed in bedroom 1144. Everything is restored, my wounds disappear, only the butterfly pattern deepens in color. It seems like it wants me to keep actively seeking death; it seems to gain something from my death." The madman's unintentional words reminded Han Fei of the Administrator's quest. When he was in an Administrator's quest, he would return to the starting point after each death.

"Is this the butterfly that the person in your dream carved on your flesh?" Han Fei had seen many outsiders, but those outsiders who had been implanted with human pupae mostly had incomplete butterfly patterns on their bodies, and many were even deformed.

Han Fei had never seen such a perfect butterfly tattoo before, and he suspected that the Madman might be the closest thing to a successful butterfly tattoo.

(End of this chapter)