My Healing Games

Chapter 345 Clues to the New Building Manager

The number 4144 indicates that Han Fei has now entered Building 4, and also proves that the wardrobe passage does indeed connect different rooms. This cursed object, which is similar to a variant portal in a game, aroused Han Fei's great interest.

"Once we get rid of the butterfly, the cabinet and the building will all belong to everyone!"

The Dead Building now belongs to the Butterfly, to the administrators. It treats everyone as tools and toys, and is willing to sacrifice everyone's interests to achieve its own goals.

However, if Han Fei were to become the manager of the Dead Building, he would respect the decisions of the majority and allow more "people" to find themselves again.

"Wait! I feel like something is pulling me down from behind! Really!" The middle-aged man at the back of the group was pale. He kept turning his head to look behind him, but even though he was twisting his neck so hard he felt like he was going to break, he still couldn't see what was crawling on his back.

Everyone was fleeing for their lives, and the middle-aged man dared not make too much noise, so he endured the discomfort and tried his best to follow behind the woman.

In the pitch-black corridor, the motion-activated lights flickered on and off. Compared to Building 1, the corridor of Building 4 appeared even more dilapidated. There were traces of burning paper money and photos at the door of every household, as if they were all trying to summon the spirits.

What exactly does the butterfly want to do?

The building was filled with a chilling atmosphere, a kind of terror unrelated to ghosts or monsters, as if people's hearts had been corrupted and fermented into something else entirely.

Pushing open the security door, the old hinges creaked and groaned. Looking at the dark corridor outside, Han Fei didn't dare to run out immediately.

A faint singing voice drifted from outside the building. Han Fei's ring was already breaking down, with several cracks appearing on it. The ring's original owner probably never imagined that Han Fei would wear it into a place like the Death Building, and encounter the indescribable singing voice several times.

"Why did you stop?" the woman asked, puzzled. "This place gives me a bad feeling; it seems safer than the closet."

Can you hear the singing outside?

"Singing?" The woman shook her head. "I can't hear anything."

"Are you two dating? Big brother, big sister, something really feels wrong with my back!" The middle-aged man in the blood-stained clothes finally caught up. He grabbed Han Fei's hand: "Can you take a look at my back? When I was running just now, it felt like something was pulling me!"

Han Fei looked at the middle-aged man's back, where a deity was lying in the middle of his spine, and the head of the deity seemed to be trying to burrow into the middle-aged man's spine.

"Are you alright? Did you two see anything? Was it a bug?" The middle-aged man waved his fat hand, but couldn't quite reach it.

"It's just a little bug, don't scare yourself. Take a deep breath and relax." Han Fei told the middle-aged man not to look back, then he took out the Rebirth Knife from his inventory: "Brother, if I may ask, what did you do before? Have you ever killed anyone?"

"How could I possibly kill someone! I've never even killed a chicken!"

"That's fine then." The Rebirth Blade becomes even sharper when facing an enemy with blood on their hands. Han Fei meant well; he was worried about accidentally injuring the middle-aged man.

Lifting his blood-stained clothes, Han Fei gripped the hilt of his sword, controlled the gleaming blade, and swung it down with force!

The statue's body was directly severed and turned into fragments, but to Han Fei's surprise, as the statue shattered, its face slowly twisted, revealing a strange smile as if it wanted to tell Han Fei something.

The statue is smiling?

His back suddenly felt lighter, and the middle-aged man wanted to see what the insect looked like, but when he turned around, he saw fragments of a statue scattered all over the ground.

"Did that thing under the bed climb onto my back?"

“You’ve been carrying it for quite a while, but you’re safe now, probably…” Han Fei gently pressed the middle-aged man’s back with the hand that was hiding the Great Evil. He noticed that a small fragment of the idol had burrowed into the man’s flesh. “Bear with it, it might hurt a little.”

He used the Rebirth Knife to dig out the last fragment, but before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a human face inside the wound on the middle-aged man's back!
"what?"

Using the Rebirth Knife to cut open the wound, Han Fei saw a thumb-sized statue embedded in the middle-aged man's flesh. When he dug out the thumb-sized statue, there was an even smaller statue below the wound!

All the statues wore the same eerie smiles, embedded in the middle-aged man's body, staring straight at Han Fei.

"Provoke me? Provoke me from inside someone else's body?" Han Fei didn't know why the statue would target the middle-aged man. Maybe it was because he was the weakest, or maybe it was because he had the worst luck. But whatever the reason, Han Fei would never tolerate such an evil force.

Han Fei had the middle-aged man cover his eyes, then took out a blood-red paper figure and let it burrow into the wound.

"I'll take out as many as you have inside, anyway, I won't be the one in pain."

The smile on the face of the statue, which was originally deeply embedded in the middle-aged man's body, froze.

Under the tempering of "Perfect Life", Han Fei has long since become a ruthless person. Not to mention that the idol has entered someone else's body, he would dare to do it even if it entered his own body.

Manipulating the paper figures, Han Fei extracted two more divine statues from the middle-aged man's body.

The last statue was only as thick as a chopstick. The little devil hiding inside the statue was directly crushed by the blood-red paper figure. With a scream, a piece of paper and a strand of hair fell out of the little devil's body, as if it was formed from the resentment on the paper and hair.

The blood-red paper figure handed a piece of paper to Han Fei. On the front of the paper was a name, and on the back was a method of death—would he die if he were dismembered?
Han Fei first saw the description of the death, those few words exuding a strong sense of resentment and curse. Then he flipped the paper and saw the name on the other side.

Those two simple words made it impossible for him to look away.

"Fu Sheng?"

Han Fei knew that the Dead Building contained fragments of the former building manager's memories, but he never expected to discover clues related to the former building manager in this way.

"Do all the ghosts inside the statues guard a piece of paper?" The first unlucky guy Han Fei killed was also a ghost inside a statue, but its heart was eaten by the paper figure, and after it died, its whole body turned into scraps of paper and ashes. Even if it had a piece of paper hidden inside, Han Fei would have had a hard time finding it.

"Could this hair be Fu Sheng's? Was his consciousness divided into countless parts and then placed into the statue?"

The manager of the dead building should be Butterfly. In this light, the consciousness left behind by the previous building manager should have already been poisoned by Butterfly.

"I think I understand what the scariest thing in room 4144 is."

Han Fei looked at the words on the piece of paper. The name and hair were the mediums of the curse, while the words on the paper were the curse itself.

The Death Tower contains countless death curses, and Han Fei now strongly suspects that those death curses may all have been prepared for one person.

The previous building manager was at least forty years older than Han Fei and had possessed the black box many years ago.

Although he failed, even with his consciousness shattered into countless pieces, he still didn't leave the poker table and was able to devise a counter-strategy. In this respect alone, he was already incredibly formidable.

"If Butterfly really got hold of the previous building manager's memory fragments, then I'll have another reason to kill it. The fact that the black box is in my mind must never be known to a second person."

(End of this chapter)