My Healing Games

Chapter 329 The Woman in the Red Dress

The businessman was full of grievances and was about to say more when he suddenly heard rustling footsteps downstairs.

Looking back, his already pale face became even paler, and countless little devils were rushing upstairs, surrounding a crazy woman.

"Why is it a different one again?" Shrinking his neck, the businessman closed the security door and hid in the corridor. "Who exactly is that guy? I've seen scumbags whose lower bodies were crippled by several women, but I've never seen a security guard being chased by so many vengeful ghosts. How many have they changed already?"

The merchant started counting on his fingers, occasionally glancing outside furtively.

Han Fei, who never cared about the strange looks from others, finally arrived at the twenty-second floor. The sound of a child crying reached his ears. This time, the boy covered in wounds was not standing in the corridor, but standing next to the emergency exit.

Having learned her lesson, the woman with the syringe, to prevent her child from being kidnapped by someone like Han Fei again, dared not let the little boy stray too far from the safety gate.

Despite all precautions, Han Fei unexpectedly returned.

A sickly woman's face appeared in the glass window. She had already raised her hand holding a syringe, ready to pierce Han Fei's head with the needle if Han Fei dared to touch the boy.

"Wake up! This girl is your real child!"

Han Fei walked past the injured boy, suddenly pushed open the safety door, and then grabbed the woman with the syringe by the wrist.

"Touch the secrets deep within the soul!" Seeing through appearances and directly touching the depths of the soul, the Needle Girl also possesses Zhuang Wen's maternal instincts, only this maternal instinct has been corroded by past memories and distorted into another form.

The divorced mother is the ideal mother in Zhuang Wen's imagination, while the syringe woman is the embodiment of Zhuang Wen's real mother, who is addicted to drugs, easily believes the exorcist's words, uses children as bargaining chips, and is crazy and terrifying.

Her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and the woman with the syringe slowly opened her frantic eyes.

What do you mean? You kidnapped my son last time? Now you want to kidnap me?
Before the syringe could even fall, a small, cold hand touched the woman's face. Her frenzied expression froze instantly, and something instinctive seemed to awaken within her shattered heart.

When the security door was flung open, the woman with the syringe was already prepared; if Han Fei dared to take her child away, she would immediately swing the syringe. But now her hand couldn't fall; her crazed eyes were fixed on the little girl.

Where is my...child?

Muttering to herself, the woman with the syringe seemed to have remembered something.

"Let's talk as we walk!"

Han Fei carried the little girl in one arm and the injured little boy in the other, and ran away.

The woman with the syringe stood there for a while. When the divorced mother appeared with a horde of little ghosts, her chest heaved violently, as if something deep inside her had torn open a seal.

"My child, they took my child away, that was my child!"

Her pupils trembled, and the woman with the syringe suddenly deformed her limbs, each fingernail resembling a blood-stained carving knife.

She dropped the syringe she was holding and chased after Han Fei.

"The original ghost who jumped off the building seemed unable to leave room 1244 through the door, but now she has; the divorced mother who never stepped out of her own home to search for her child has now come out; and finally, the syringe woman, who always carried a syringe and was tormented and bound by pain, has now also discarded the syringe. They have all changed, and it seems that I have broken all the restrictions that the butterfly placed on the three memories."

Han Fei's original intention was good, but the problem is that now the number of people chasing him has increased again, and the red dress certainly can't withstand so many people.

"We need to ask the female anchor for help! We need to get the red dress back in place first!"

Having made the decision, Han Fei immediately began to implement it. He ran across the corridor and entered the stairwell on the other side.

In the game of the dead building, Han Fei deliberately pieced together the three memories of the jumping ghost. The memories of the jumping ghost would not attack each other, but they would not merge either.

For them to become a whole, certain conditions are required.

Han Fei initially thought that this specific condition meant a little girl, but now he realizes that it doesn't seem to be the case.

Having just sprinted all the way to the 22nd floor, Han Fei immediately went back down at full speed. The amount of exercise Han Fei had done in this healing-themed game far exceeded that of most other types of games on the market.

As Han Fei descended, every place he passed was covered with blood-red children's handprints, like a harbinger of natural disaster or the vanguard of calamity.

The residents in the building can now recognize Han Fei's footsteps. He doesn't need to hide it at all. As long as they hear his arrival, most of their resentment will stay obediently in their rooms and dare not go out easily.

"This is the last room."

With bloodshot eyes, Han Fei carried his two children to the eighth floor and shouted the female anchor's name.

The moment the door opened, Han Fei placed his shoes in the crack between the door and the door.

"Is something wrong?" Before the female anchor could finish speaking, she saw Han Fei shouting loudly as if he had gone mad.

"Aren't you curious about the woman who died in 1044? I'll take you to see her!"

"I'm quite interested in anything and everything related to the paranormal."

"Have you not left the house since last night?"

"Well, what happened?"

"It's okay, just stick close to me! I'll let you have some fun today!" Han Fei had already heard the voice behind him, and he ran downstairs with the two children in his arms.

The female anchor has a sunny and cheerful personality; she has retained all her good qualities. However, after running a few steps with Han Fei, even she was so frightened that her makeup was ruined.

The hallway was filled with the roar of the little devils, and all that could be seen was blood.

The female anchor is now too late to regret it. A horde of ghosts is right behind her, and it's impossible for her to go home. She'll probably be overwhelmed by the ghosts the moment she opens the door—yes, completely overwhelmed by them.

Upstairs was in complete chaos, as if a hurricane had swept through, and downstairs was equally in disarray.

After a whole night of repairs, the red dress was restored to its original state. Her rapid recovery was entirely due to Han Fei's fearlessness in the face of death. He ran to the top floor at the most dangerous moment, pieced her back together, and even created an opportunity for her to escape.

Now she wakes up in the wooden box, and the moment she opens her eyes, she sees the hideous ghost that jumped off the building.

Even with her good temper, the woman in the red dress, consumed by resentment, couldn't bear it any longer.

The battle between the two sides was even more intense than before. The resentment that made up the red dress turned into fine blood vessels, each of which carried an inescapable resentment and pain.

The ghost who jumped off the building was eager to find the little girl, and she also went all out, wishing she could pour all the death curses in her body into her red dress.

The red dress grows stronger with each tear, but the problem is that, like the ghost who jumped off the building, she is incomplete. The resentful red dress is like a powerful weapon, but it is missing a crucial part.

A crimson glow appeared, and beneath the red dress, a woman with skin as pale as snow emerged in the hallway.

Her face was expressionless, her skin was fair and flawless, but beneath her skin lay countless hideous scars!

Rumors and malicious curses could not harm her physical body, but they were like sharp arrows that pierced her internal organs, penetrating her skin and leaving her heart bleeding.

A powerful death curse was embedded in the red dress; with each black character it bore, the woman's injuries worsened.

The red dress can heal itself after it's torn, but the woman's body cannot. All the wounds accumulate inside her, just like they did fourteen years ago.

Faced with the gossip and rumors of the world, she could no longer hide under that red dress and had to confront it alone.

But she is not whole now; her body is missing the most important and crucial part for her. All that is in front of you is her suffering and struggling in the dark.

Long ago, she must have had another self, but it seems that self has been lost.

To ensure no accidents occur, the manager of the dead building dismantles all the ghosts that might pose a threat to it; all it needs are obedient tools.

Now Han Fei is doing the opposite; he wants to reassemble the tools that managers have separated into complete people.

"Quick! There's only one way for us to survive!" Han Fei, who was about to reach the battle between the ghost who jumped off the building and the woman in the red dress, looked at the female anchor who had lost all her ladylike demeanor. She was so exhausted from running that she was about to vomit bile.

"any solution!"

"I'll distract the ghost who jumped off the building first. You find a chance to get close to the woman in the red dress! If that doesn't work, try to put on that red dress!"

"Go put it on now?" The female anchor never expected Han Fei to suggest such a solution. She was very interested in the red dress, but even if she was interested, she wouldn't go and steal clothes from a dead person.

"Believe me, once you put it on, you'll immediately understand many things! That dress is yours!"

As she ran out of the building, the female anchor's heart skipped a beat when she saw the woman in the red dress. It was as if an invisible thread had quietly connected her to the red dress, as if there was some special connection between the two.

"Don't hesitate! You are her! She is you!"

After saying this, Han Fei rushed towards the ghost who had jumped off the building, carrying the little girl in his arms: "Your humanity is here! Your most precious thing is in my hands!"

In order to buy time for the female anchor, Han Fei, who was only level 13, began to provoke the ghost who had failed to break through the hatred barrier.

Such a feat, if performed by other players, would mean they would be killed without regret.

The ghost who jumped off the building was already chasing Han Fei. She didn't expect Han Fei to dare to come back after running around, so she decisively gave up on the red dress.

The tattered red dress was covered in death curses; the black characters, like venomous insects that could not be removed, tore at the dress's vibrant patterns.

Beneath her flawless skin, her soul was riddled with wounds. The woman in the red dress clutched her heart, feeling a pain far more agonizing than any physical pain, as if she had been crushed and torn apart countless times.

"You... must be very tired. Actually, you've done a great job." The woman in the red dress looked behind her, where the female anchor was standing a few steps away.

"Pain, agony, heart-wrenching pain, wishing you could just die. But you still have things you can't let go of, the love of your father and mother. You haven't properly thanked them, you haven't properly apologized to them." The news anchor looked at the woman in the red dress, at the face contorted with pain, and suddenly tears streamed down her face: "It shouldn't be like this..."

A cold heart beat within the red dress. The news anchor stared at the dense scars beneath the thin layer of skin, and involuntarily raised her hands.

"This wasn't our choice, was it?"

As she slowly approached, the female anchor finally embraced the woman in the red dress, and then embraced herself.

Han Fei's birthday is here before we know it. I hope he can find his smile again soon, recover quickly, and have a baby soon. And I hope everyone is happy every day!
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