My Healing Games

Chapter 338 This damn running speed
"It sure is him!"

When the middle-aged man mentioned large companies, Han Fei thought of Feng Ziyu. Back when the map of the Dead Building had not yet been deleted from the shallow world of "Perfect Life", Feng Ziyu and his colleague were the last two testers to enter the Dead Building community. It is easy to understand why the butterfly would target him.

“Feng Ziyu is very low-key and doesn’t talk to people much. If it weren’t for the occasional noise coming from his room, I would have suspected that the upstairs room was empty.” The middle-aged man’s face was full of regret: “I really shouldn’t have meddled. The fortune teller told me a long time ago that forty is a turning point and that I should be careful.”

"It's better to improve your own abilities than to believe in fate." Han Fei helped the middle-aged man up: "Has your neighbor been behaving strangely these past few days?"

"I haven't seen him for the past few days; it seems like he hasn't left his room at all. Oh, right! A while ago, there was always knocking on the door in the hallway every night, and it sounded like they were knocking on his door!"

"Was there knocking on the door at night?"

“It was after midnight, I thought he had called some kind of service that night. I understand he’s been single for so many years, so I didn’t think much of it.” The middle-aged man didn’t dare touch the clothes next to him and stood cautiously behind Han Fei. “Apart from the knocking, there didn’t seem to be anything else unusual.”

"Do you remember where you woke up?" Han Fei wanted to trace back to see if he could find any useful clues in the place where the middle-aged man woke up. After all, he couldn't have run into the cabinet by himself while he was unconscious; something must have moved him.

"I don't remember, but it was probably in that direction." The middle-aged man pointed behind him: "I was in a panic and didn't pay attention, but I do remember one thing: when I woke up, there were many torn and blood-stained clothes on the ground, and all of them had black writing on them."

In reality, Feng Ziyu disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead.

Judging from the last message he sent to Huang Ying, he must have been lured into the depths of the dream by the butterfly and even saw room 4444.

If room 4444 is the passage connecting the real world and the deep world, then Feng Ziyu should be in the deep world right now.

The neighbor was an exception. Someone as useless as him might have been simply discarded by the butterfly in the "wardrobe passage" to fend for himself.

Han Fei tried to connect the limited information in his mind: "Reality, the depths of dreams, the deeper world... Is it possible that these three are connected in this way: in reality, a person's consciousness is connected to dreams, the depths of dreams are connected to the butterfly's room 4444, and room 4444 is connected to the deeper world through the wardrobe passage? After all, the number of room 4444 is different from the number of any room in the Dead Building, so strictly speaking, it does not belong to the Dead Building."

"But then a question arises: what exactly is room 4444? Is it really a room?"

With his black box and necromancy talents, the entire game "Perfect Life" is like his room 4444 for Han Fei.

Anyone who logs into the game can be summoned after meeting certain conditions.

If we think about it this way, what would Butterfly's room number 4444 be?
"It seems I've been limited by my preconceived notions, but one thing can be deduced—if there isn't room 4444 in the dead-end building, then perhaps the only way to enter that special room is through the wardrobe passage."

Thinking of this, Han Fei felt he couldn't waste any more time. He needed to find the exit as soon as the exit button lit up.

"Let's go, let's go check where you woke up first." Han Fei helped the middle-aged man up, then looked at the silent woman beside him: "Let's go together, I promise to help you find your child."

Han Fei, who used to be socially anxious, was most afraid of attracting attention in public, but now he always becomes the core of the team without even realizing it.

Faced with the pressure of survival, he has already undergone a complete transformation.

Walking through the blood-stained clothes, time slowly lost its meaning. The despair on the middle-aged man's face grew stronger, but whenever he had the thought of giving up, he would always see Han Fei's resolute face.

He couldn't find any fear on Han Fei's face. This man, who was much younger than him, gave people a sense of stability. His confidence and composure came from his very bones, as if he had a sure-fire trump card and could leave this terrible world at any time.

Inspired by Han Fei, the middle-aged men and women were no longer so depressed, and a faint hope arose in their hearts—perhaps they really could find a way out.

As their clothes became increasingly stained with blood, and they walked an unknown distance, Han Fei, who was at the very back of the group, suddenly patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

"Don't look back, keep moving at a normal pace."

"What's wrong."

“Tell the woman leading the way that there’s a blood-stained garment following us. It looks like a monster disguised as a blood-stained garment. Tell her to speed up in a minute and see if she can shake off the monster.” Han Fei delivered the worst news in his fastest and calmest tone: they were being watched by the most troublesome thing in the wardrobe.

The middle-aged man relayed Han Fei's words to the woman truthfully. A few dozen seconds later, the woman suddenly started running wildly, and the middle-aged man and Han Fei, who were prepared in advance, also ran forward together.

Realizing it had been discovered, the monster disguised as being in blood-stained clothes revealed its true form.

Two blood-red arms emerged from the sleeves, and a face covered in rags appeared on the blood-stained clothes. The red rags had grown into the flesh, and the clothes had become part of it, just like its skin.

Its speed was extremely fast, like a blood-red shadow, constantly closing the distance between it and Han Fei and the others.

After running a short distance, the difference in physical strength among the three survivors became obvious.

Han Fei remained calm and did not use his full strength. The woman followed closely behind him, while the middle-aged man was panting heavily, his legs gradually losing strength.

Now, as long as they abandon the middle-aged man, Han Fei and the woman can easily escape. The middle-aged man's size is enough to keep that evil shadow occupied for a long time.

"Oh!"

Perhaps out of sheer fear, the middle-aged man, whose legs had already gone weak, tripped over the pile of clothes on the ground.

When he fell, the middle-aged man's face turned ashen. In that instant, he was completely swallowed by despair, and bloodstains began to appear on his once clean clothes.

"Give me your hand!"

Even while fleeing for his life, Han Fei kept observing his surroundings. He had too much experience in escaping, and many things had become habits.

Seeing that the blood-clad monster was about to catch up, Han Fei grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and dragged him along, only now beginning to exert his true strength.

With the added advantage of his talent for patrolling dead buildings, Han Fei's running speed is already somewhat exaggerated. If a passerby saw Han Fei running in the dark at night, they would probably think they had seen a ghost.

(End of this chapter)