My Healing Games

Chapter 334 A Dream Predicting Death
"Shall we go in and take a look? Aren't you curious about the manager's secrets?" Han Fei said casually, carrying the Rebirth Butcher's Knife.

"No, it's too dangerous!" the woman in the wedding dress said directly. Han Fei was probably the first person to be so anxious as to interrupt a ghost.

“It is indeed quite dangerous. How about we send someone in to scout ahead?” Han Fei took out the cursed pet chain from his inventory. It was covered in animal hair and looked quite creepy. “I am a security guard in the community and I have a responsibility to protect the residents here. However, we can grab a ‘person’ who is not a resident, tie her up with the chain, and then send her in.”

Han Fei didn't mention the old man in black in his words, but the old man in black felt that he was talking about her. If she remembered correctly, Han Fei had just said that as long as she left Building No. 1, she would no longer be a resident of the building.

“I think it’s okay, but why would a security guard like you carry chains?” The madman squatted by the bed, grabbed a sheet and draped it over himself. He was the madman in the eyes of the ghost owners, but he wasn’t stupid: “Ordinary chains probably wouldn’t be of much use. I’ve been inside that wardrobe before, but I would always faint inexplicably after taking only a few steps. When I woke up again, I was lying on the bed outside the wardrobe.”

"You've been inside?"

“There would often be some bloody and fleshy remains in room 1144. At first, I didn’t know where they came from. It wasn’t until one day when I was scared and hid in the closet that I discovered that the closet was connected to a certain place.”

The madman tried his best to recall: "I can hardly describe it. It felt like there was a nightmare inside the closet. As long as you were asleep, all sorts of things would crawl out of the closet. They would lie by your pillow to check if you were asleep, and they would keep lingering by your bed. Some of them would even crawl into the blankets. When you suddenly felt a chill, don't turn on the light and look into the blankets. I was scared once."

The words sound ordinary, but upon closer reflection of the scene, they send chills down your spine.

The madman sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at Han Fei and the other "people" in the room. After a long while, he suddenly said, "The wardrobe used to only be opened after four in the morning, but it seems to have a problem these past two days."

"Think carefully back to when exactly the problem started."

"It seems like it was the day you started working as a security guard that the cabinet door stopped closing completely."

The madman's words reminded Han Fei of something: the madman was the manager's way out, and the wardrobe was the passageway.

After Han Fei entered the building, the passageway door remained open at all times, indicating that the building's administrators felt threatened.

"The day I arrived, the singing also entered the Dead Building. The manager must have felt the pressure from it. Thinking about it, it was really a brilliant move for me to lure the singing here." The madman was the manager's escape route. Han Fei wanted to figure out the environment inside the wardrobe, then ambush the severely injured manager halfway through.

He was incredibly bold; he wasn't afraid of any managers at all. He came here to find a new manager for the dormant building.

With a cold gaze, Han Fei glanced at the old man in black, the chains in his hands rattling: "Who should go in first?"

"The building manager has more than one trump card up his sleeve, and there are more than one similar locker in the community. Even if you enter, you might not encounter the manager and you might expose yourself, putting yourself in danger." The old man in black already understood how to talk to Han Fei. The man in front of him was not afraid of danger and death, and the only way to persuade him was to present the facts.

"Weren't you planning to leave Building One?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes and glanced at the old man in black. "Why are you changing your mind?"

“I’ve always dreamed of leaving this dead building, but not this way.” The old man in black touched the butterfly pattern on his neck. “You’ve turned Building One upside down. Whether you want to be a security guard or a building manager, you can do it all. But we’re different from you. You are a complete soul, and we are just flowerpots to hold seeds.”

Han Fei was not the kind of person who was unreasonable. Seeing that the old man in black was willing to tell him the secrets of the building, he began to listen patiently.

“I’ve lived in the Dead Building for a long time and seen too many changes. What I’m about to say may be unbelievable to you.” The old man in black hunched over and sighed softly: “Every room in the Dead Building is a heart. These hearts hold all the memories and pain of the residents. It’s not that we moved into the Dead Building; we are a part of the Dead Building.”

"The former manager of the dead building was an old man. He was heartbroken, and it was that rotten heart that formed the foundation of the dead building. Later, he went to the depths of the city and never came back."

"About ten years ago, a new manager appeared in the Dead Building. No one knows which room it came from, no one knows where its heart is hidden, and no one can completely kill it."

“From that night on, the rules of the Dead Building changed, and all hearts and memories became toys for the administrators.”

"It never kills with its own hands, nor does it ever use its power to annihilate resentment, but don't mistake this for mercy. The resentment that falls into its hands wishes it could be completely destroyed." The old woman in black recalled some things, and extreme fear appeared in her eyes, her soul trembling constantly.

"Then do you know why it doesn't kill?" Han Fei was a little puzzled. The butterfly in reality is also like this. It does all sorts of bad things, but it never lets its hands get a drop of blood on them.

“There’s a legend about the administrator in the building, but I’m not sure if it’s true or not.” The old man in black hesitated for a moment before speaking: “The last trace of hatred in the Death Building seems to have left a clue before its soul was scattered. The administrator’s talent is related to dreams. It saw its own death in a dream that foresaw the future.”

What did they look like when they died?

"Yes, the manager dreamed that he was chopped up by a knife. The knife was special; it became even sharper when facing enemies with blood on their hands."

When the old man in black spoke these words, no one in the room reacted unusually. However, unlike the others' composure, Han Fei had already unleashed a masterful performance, because only in this way could he conceal the turmoil raging within him.

The knife the manager dreamed of seemed to be the knife of death!

"The manager of the dead building has been searching for that kind of knife, but after so many years, it still hasn't found it." The old man in black's eyes were full of pain: "Perhaps it foresaw death, the manager's behavior became more and more incomprehensible. It gradually began to do more crazy things. It used the residents in the building as fertilizer to cultivate something. It seems to want to create another version of itself and let it die in its place."

The old man in black helped Han Fei understand many things, and seemingly unrelated things from the past became connected.

For example, why do butterflies never kill animals themselves, and why do spiders always want to hunt butterflies, which is why there are countless butcher knives in Animal Alley?

I'd like to recommend a new book, "Teacher, Come Quickly!"
Hearing about the accidents that had happened to some of his former students, a distraught teacher named Li Kuailai drank heavily at the school's anniversary banquet. When he woke up, he found himself transported back to 2005, the day he had just graduated and reported to Lingshui Town Middle School...

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