My Healing Games

Chapter 350 I've Found Your Family
The Dead Tower was far more dangerous than Han Fei had imagined, or rather, it was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

For a level 13 player, the Dead Tower is like a purgatory where countless nightmares converge. It can drive a normal person insane and make them feel that death is a relief.

"Zhuang Ren, Chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical, Fu Sheng, Butterfly..." Han Fei's mind was filled with countless doubts, and he was under pressure that a comedian should not have to bear.

After recovering a bit, Han Fei climbed out of the game pod and drew back the curtains.

Sunlight shone on him, and Han Fei slowly closed his eyes, silently savoring the beauty of the moment.

"Living is such a real thing."

A warm feeling flowed down his cheeks, nourishing his body and mind. Han Fei felt that he had been very foolish before, to be depressed and distressed because he couldn't become an actor.

“I once had a blissful life of doing nothing but eating and waiting to die, but I didn’t cherish it. Only after losing it did I regret it.” Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the photos of murders covering the wall. He casually found some food in the refrigerator and then dialed Li Xue’s number.

"There's something I need to tell you. Zhuang Wen's biological father is very likely Butterfly."

There was a loud thud on the other end of the phone; it seemed Li Xue's calf had bumped into the wardrobe: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, you must speed up the screening process. The butterfly has sensed the crisis, and the next few days will be its most frenzied. If we don't identify the target soon, it may do something even more outrageous."

“We can’t find the citizen data, but we are applying for higher permissions. Don’t worry, we will definitely find him as soon as possible.”

"And you must protect Huang Ying at all costs. We can't let him disappear like Feng Ziyu. You'd better move into his house and monitor his mental state at all times."

“We’re doing all of that.” Li Xue paused for a moment, then continued, “Han Fei, why do you seem so anxious? Has something happened to you?”

"I'm essentially racing against a butterfly right now; the loser will lose everything."

After giving a few more instructions, Han Fei hung up the phone, put on his coat, and went out.

For Han Fei, basking in the sun was already a form of rest; he had to make the most of every second.

Arriving at Lihua Residential Area by car, Han Fei knocked on Zhuang Ren's door. After entering Building No. 4, he now knew very well one thing—Zhuang Ren was hiding a secret.

It was because of that secret that Butterfly did not harm Zhuang Ren in reality, but instead wanted to bring him into the deeper world through a soul-summoning ritual.

Three minutes later, the door opened, and Zhuang Ren's condition was even worse. His lips were black, and his eyes were almost completely bloodshot. This was no longer just a state of sub-health; he looked like he was about to die.

"I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night and didn't fall asleep until dawn." Zhuang Ren's voice was hoarse and full of fatigue.

"Did you have another nightmare?"

"No, I just dreamed about my daughter."

"Is it the youngest daughter?" Han Fei asked casually.

“Yes.” Zhuang Ren was somewhat surprised: “She said she missed me and hoped I would come and keep her company. But when I was about to go, she was grabbed by the neck and carried away by a big ghost.”

Do you often have similar dreams?

“I used to dream about my family often when I was older, but now I only dream about them about once every four days.”

Four days is exactly the interval between two nights when the soul returns. Each time the soul is summoned in the deeper world, it can indeed have a slight influence on Zhuang Ren's dream. This discovery also made Han Fei somewhat uneasy.

“If it weren’t for the fact that every time I dream about them it’s a nightmare, I really wish I could dream about them every night.” Zhuang Ren invited Han Fei into the house: “Have you had breakfast? I have some fruit and dairy products at home.”

"No need, I have something very important to tell you today." Han Fei sat down on the sofa, his tone and demeanor unlike any of his previous visits.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Ren also noticed that Han Fei was acting strangely. After closing the door, he sat on the other side of the sofa and looked at Han Fei with a puzzled expression.

"I've found your family."

The simple sentence struck Zhuang Ren like a thunderclap. He didn't react immediately, but after a few seconds, his dark lips trembled slightly, and his cloudy old eyes were fixed on Han Fei.

“I not only know their location, but I also saw them.” Han Fei threw out the bait, leaning back on the sofa and saying quietly, “However, their state is very strange, as if they are bewitched by something. They think they are still alive and that you were the one who had the car accident. In order to reunite with you who is already ‘dead,’ they are constantly selling their souls to evil spirits to summon your spirit.”

Picking up the game controller, Han Fei didn't even look at Zhuang Ren's reaction and immediately started quickly clearing the previous maps.

Every time Han Fei spoke, Zhuang Ren's expression would change. There were some things Zhuang Ren hadn't told Han Fei, but Han Fei uttered the same words that the former chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals had said.

In reality, it was his wife and daughter who died, but in the dead building, it was Zhuang Ren who died.

"Where are they?" Zhuang Ren moved toward where Han Fei was sitting, his tone urgent.

“Room 4144 in the Dead Building, I know the way to it. I can let you see your family.” Han Fei didn’t continue, he just looked at Zhuang Ren.

"As long as I can really see my family, I'll give you anything you want! I don't have much time left to live, so my house and all my assets can be transferred to your name. By the way, aren't you an actor? I have some old friends I can help you with..."

“That’s not what I need.” Han Fei shook his head. “I probably only have less than 24 hours left to live. Money, fame, and fortune are really not important to me. All I want is to live.”

Zhuang Ren didn't quite understand Han Fei's words. He felt that Han Fei looked very healthy and didn't seem like the kind of person who was suffering from a terminal illness.

"How can I help you?"

"Tell me all the information related to the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals. Besides the Dead Tower game, did he give you anything else? Did he give you any other instructions?" Han Fei couldn't understand one thing: why would the Dead Tower administrator put the statue that sealed Fu Sheng's memory fragments into Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter's room?

"I have told you everything I know."

"Do you dare swear to your wife and daughter?" Han Fei said, controlling his game character with both hands to clear the previous map. "Think carefully before you answer. I will reach room 4144 later to prove that I did not lie to you. At the same time, I also want to show you the fear they live in."

(End of this chapter)