My Healing Games

Chapter 336 The Thief's Wardrobe

The surrounding area was filled with clothes, stained with blood, most of which had been worn by the deceased. Each piece of clothing represented a desperate memory.

In this labyrinth of the dead's clothing, Han Fei encountered his first crisis.

The red dress and the madman who had entered the wardrobe together disappeared without a trace, and Han Fei, who was standing alone in the same spot, was discovered by the things inside the wardrobe.

The slender arms were of different lengths and clearly belonged to different people, yet they seemed to grow on the same body.

One by one, the blood-stained clothes were gently parted, and the twisted hand reached into the pockets, carefully searching through the deceased's belongings, extracting the deceased's last memories, and then eating them as snacks.

There was no wind in the wardrobe, but all the blood-stained clothes were swaying slightly, like corpses standing on the bottom of the water, except that instead of their black hair, their blood was spreading outwards.

Suffocatingly oppressed, more and more arms emerged from a certain direction, their pale fingers seemingly sprouting noses and ears. Even though Han Fei tried his best to dodge, the other party still noticed him.

Its movements gradually became more violent. The blood-stained clothes hanging there were pushed aside, and one of its arms seemed to have suddenly discovered something. Suddenly, the giant python that had been swimming in the underground river lunged at Han Fei!
Drawing his Rebirth Blade, Han Fei tensed his muscles, preparing to activate his Ghost Mark. But just then, a music box a few meters to his left was knocked over, and eerie yet familiar music began to play from inside the wardrobe.

The moment the sound appeared, the pale arm changed direction and emerged from a corner that Han Fei hadn't noticed before, grabbing at the location of the music box.

"so much?"

Han Fei only saw one arm, but in reality, there were five arms quietly approaching.

A blood-stained garment behind him touched Han Fei's cheek, and his shoulder suddenly felt heavy as a bandaged hand landed on him.

Turning his head, Han Fei saw a woman in her early thirties standing behind him. Her left hand was cut by something, and she was holding a fruit knife in her right hand.

Without saying a word, the woman gestured for Han Fei to follow her with her eyes.

Bend down and quietly retreat.

The woman seemed to know the wardrobe very well. She used the location and size of the bloodstains on the clothes to determine the direction and led Han Fei for several minutes before stopping.

"Why did you come here?" The woman finally spoke, crouching down. Her voice was like shards of broken glass rubbing together, and every word she uttered was unpleasant to hear.

"I always feel there's something wrong with my wardrobe. I keep dreaming about it. To be honest, I don't even know if I'm in a nightmare or in reality." Han Fei's expression was impeccable—panic, confusion, fear, forcing himself to remain calm, yet unable to completely conceal his unease. It's hard to imagine that a face could express so many emotions so clearly, and yet it all seemed so natural.

"This isn't a nightmare, this is a place even more terrifying than a nightmare, everything is real." The woman curled up in her blood-stained clothes, trying to cover her body with the blood.

"So how did you get here? It feels like you've lived here for a long time?" Han Fei sized up the woman. She had a well-proportioned figure and appeared quite strong, with obvious muscles visible on her forearms.

“I came in looking for my son.” The woman’s voice was low. “I’ve forgotten the exact time, but my son used to cry every night when he was sleeping. One night, he suddenly ran into my room and said that someone was watching him from the closet and that he was very scared.”

Didn't you take his words to heart?

“I checked his wardrobe, and it was empty.” The woman gripped the knife, her voice low and hoarse. “That night I decided to sleep with him, but in the middle of the night, I was woken up by a sound. I opened my eyes and looked towards the sound, and found my son standing alone in front of the wardrobe, muttering something to himself…”

“I couldn’t hear very clearly, but it sounded like she was saying something like, ‘She’s my mom now, so don’t come and play with me anymore,’ or ‘It’s dark inside the closet.’”

"The lights were off in the room, and I was terrified. I didn't dare to move until the closet door slowly opened, revealing rows of clothes hanging inside."

"Just when I was relieved that everything was normal, a woman's face was vaguely visible behind the hanging clothes. She looked eight or nine parts like me! What scared me the most was that she seemed to be looking at me. The more she looked at me, the more her face looked like mine."

"I sat up abruptly in bed and turned on the light. Then something even more unsettling happened: I found my son lying right behind me, and the boy who had been standing in front of the wardrobe was gone, though the wardrobe door was still open."

"After my son was woken up, he rubbed his eyes and asked me, 'Mom, what's wrong?'"

"But when I heard him call me 'Mom,' a chill ran down my spine, and a question popped into my mind—is he really my son?"

The woman gripped the knife in her hand, remaining vigilant about her surroundings even as she spoke.

“From that day on, I felt like I was going crazy. I would always hear my child’s voice in the room, and I would always see my son running around in different parts of the room.”

“I started looking into the origin of that wardrobe. I brought it back from the second-hand market. It was well-made and very cheap. I thought I had found a bargain. But later I asked a professional and found out that someone had died in that wardrobe.”

“I went home to throw the wardrobe away, but when I entered the house I couldn’t find my son anywhere. The only possibility I could think of was that the wardrobe had stolen my son.”

The veins on the back of the woman's hand, which was gripping the knife, stood out: "I dared not destroy the wardrobe. I was afraid that if I destroyed it, I would never be able to find my son again. From that day on, I bought all sorts of things and guarded the wardrobe every night."

“I slept during the day and guarded the cabinet at night, but nothing ever happened.”

"I endured this for a long time. One time I was so tired that I accidentally fell asleep at night."

"When I opened my eyes again, the wardrobe door that had been closed was open, and it seemed like something was hidden behind each of the clothes."

"I parted the clothes, found the gasoline I had prepared, took the fire, and poured it into the wardrobe as I went. I was prepared that if I couldn't find my son, I would come back before the gasoline ran out and burn the wardrobe down."

"What I didn't expect was that this wardrobe seemed to be at the boundary between dreams and reality. I hadn't gone far when the fire inexplicably went out, and I couldn't light it with a lighter at all."

"What's worse, there were all sorts of monsters hiding in the closet. They started chasing me like crazy. I only survived because I was lucky."

(End of this chapter)