My Healing Games

Chapter 351 The Relics of the First Administrator
Han Fei played the Death Tower game not only to help Zhuang Ren, but also for his own sake.

He triggered the Soul Chaser quest in the Deep World, where he must see the Soul Chaser behind him to survive.

It's almost impossible to see the Soul Chaser through normal means, so Han Fei is now pinning his hopes on the Dead Tower game.

The previous tasks were all similar, except that just before Zhuang Wen was about to complete the fusion, Han Fei took her child into room 1144.

"This is a dead end!" Zhuang Ren was increasingly confused by Han Fei's actions, but he didn't dare to question him directly. The comedian in front of him seemed to be well-versed in military strategy. Every step he took seemed whimsical, but in fact, there was a deep meaning behind it.

Triggering the dialogue with 1144 the Madman, Han Fei takes Zhuang Wen's child into the wardrobe and walks through a world filled with blood-red clothes. Han Fei runs in the direction he remembers.

Even with his exceptional memory, Han Fei still got lost twice in the wardrobe.

After starting over for the third time, he finally found another door in the wardrobe world.

Judging by the time, Han Fei opened the cabinet door when Zhuang Wen caught up with him.

A gigantic mouth appeared behind the cabinet door, and black and red tongues, like tentacles, wrapped around Zhuang Wen's human body, dragging her into the wardrobe.

Han Fei had completed his mission and hid in the distance to observe secretly.

Enraged, Zhuang Wen smashed the teeth of that huge mouth, tore off its tongue, and then jumped into the wardrobe.

After waiting for a long time, Han Fei saw that Zhuang Wen had not yet come out of the wardrobe, so he controlled his game character to enter the wardrobe as well.

Sliding down the "esophagus," deep inside the monster's "stomach," Han Fei found a broken cabinet door. He gestured for Zhuang Ren to take a closer look, and then he pushed open the tattered wardrobe door.

The familiar architectural layout and furniture held Zhuang Ren's gaze for a long time. His cloudy eyes slowly widened, and his heart, which had been dormant for many years, began to pound in his chest.

Controlling the character to leave the wardrobe, unlike the Deep World, this bedroom is full of blood-red footprints, some of adults' and some of children's.

"They thought you were the one who died, and they even put your portrait in the brazier." Controlling his character, Han Fei approached the corner next to the wardrobe and obtained a quest item—the portrait—from the brazier.

The person in the black and white photo is Zhuang Ren. On the back of the photo, the steps for summoning the soul are written in dense writing. Some of the preparations are so unsettling that just hearing about them makes one feel uncomfortable.

"My family lives here?" Zhuang Ren kept raising and lowering his hand. He wanted to take the game controller from Han Fei's hand, but he was afraid that he would kill the game character.

At that moment, he stood up from the sofa like a child, pacing nervously in front of the television: "What's outside that door? Is this the portrait they prepared for me? I..."

Zhuang Ren was somewhat incoherent. He had been playing the Death Tower game for decades, and gradually he had given up hope, treating it merely as a way to escape.

But unexpectedly, on this day, Han Fei actually found clues about his family in the Dead Tower game, and the feeling was indescribable.

"Things may not be as rosy as you think. What you're seeing is just another nightmare." Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door. The living room outside was also full of bloody footprints, and all the furniture was covered with a terrifying black curse.

The room looked like a ghost town, yet its architectural style and furnishings were exactly the same as Zhuang Ren remembered, giving him a strange sense of dissonance.

Before Han Fei could even enter his second daughter's room, the living room door opened, and the game's background music changed. The music was different from the music played by other characters in the world, and it sounded like something a living person shouldn't hear.

"They should be here soon."

Han Fei had his game character hide behind the door, and then he and Zhuang Ren just stared at the game screen.

Not long after, a woman carrying a statue of a deity entered the living room, followed by two other girls.

They seemed oblivious to the eeriness of the room, treating it as a normal world, and began a conversation about summoning spirits in the living room.

Looking at the television screen, Zhuang Ren stood beside the television, his arm trembling slightly unconsciously.

The family members in the picture are still wearing the clothes they wore on the day they died, as if they are still alive on that day, on the morning they left.

The death of his entire family dealt a devastating blow to Zhuang Ren, completely destroying him. For decades, from middle age to old age, he was unable to recover. He gave up his job, cut off all social interaction, and consequently became an abnormal person.

He played the game every day with a one in ten thousand chance, waiting for this day to come. Now that day has suddenly arrived, and he wasn't even mentally prepared.

I gently touched the game character on the TV screen with my finger, and all I could feel was the coldness and hardness of the screen.

"They've been found..."

The family members living in the ghost realm seemed oblivious to the terror around them. They discussed a ritual to summon back Zhuang Ren, who had "died," so they could reunite with him.

The television screen displayed a series of dialogues, and ordinary people might not be able to understand Zhuang Ren's feelings. He really wanted to give up everything and reunite with his family.

“My family found them in the Dead Building game. Shouldn’t my dream end now?” Zhuang Ren sat on the ground. “Actually, I know I can no longer live with them. I can never enter such a little game. Thank you for helping me fulfill my wish. Now I really have no regrets.”

Zhuang Ren, who had been acting erratically, had a complex expression at this moment, as if he had suddenly regained his senses.

The idea that his family members were trapped in a game is unthinkable. He simply didn't want to face their deaths, so he kept playing the game to escape the pain and create a false hope for his life, which was completely mired in despair.

He has now found his family in the game of the dead, but all he touches is a cold television screen.

He fulfilled his lifelong wish, but also lost his last hope.

Sitting on the ground, Zhuang Ren suddenly felt very sleepy. He wanted to have a good sleep and hopefully never wake up again.

"You've persisted for decades, isn't it a bit too early to give up now?" Han Fei's voice was like a bucket of ice water poured on Zhuang Ren's face, instantly sobering him up: "This dead building game is just a prophecy by the chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals. Your family is not in this little game, but they do exist, because I have seen them with my own eyes."

Zhuang Ren finally looked away from the television screen: "You...have seen them?"

"You don't trust me, but don't you trust the chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals? That man who is closest to God wouldn't deceive you so easily." Han Fei continued to control his game character. Having finally made it this far, he wasn't going to give up.

"If you can let me see them, I'm willing to pay any price!" Zhuang Ren got up from the ground, a determined look in his bloodshot eyes.

"I've already stated the conditions. There's also something else I need to tell you: seeing your family might cost you your life. Think about it carefully." Han Fei didn't urge Zhuang Ren. He continued playing the dead-building game, playing hide-and-seek with Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter in the small room.

Zhuang Ren hesitated for a long time before turning around and entering the bedroom.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Ren dragged a black suitcase back to the living room.

Han Fei's eyelids began to twitch slightly the moment he saw the black box; he had seen similar boxes before.

When he bought the "Perfect Life" game helmet, it was packaged in a black box like this!

"The video I showed you before wasn't complete; this is my biggest secret." Zhuang Ren opened the black box, took out a videotape, turned on the living room projector, and put the videotape into the player.

He kept fast-forwarding until a certain point, when Zhuang Ren began to zoom in on the screen: "These are some scenes of that actress being assaulted on set. Notice the mirror in the lower left corner, at the sixteenth second."

In the video, Zhuang Wen's mother, the actress from the horror film, appears to be possessed, muttering to herself as she walks into the depths of the filming location.

As he rounded a corner, he was grabbed by a dark figure—a scene Han Fei had witnessed before.

But the most important scene is yet to come. The actress is calling out Zhuang Ren's name, but the face that flashes across the mirror in the lower left corner of the screen is not Zhuang Ren at all, but the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals!

However, the man in the mirror was completely different from his usual self; his eyes were filled with an evil aura, as if he were a reincarnated devil.

"Butterfly is the chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals?" Han Fei's eyes widened.

He continued watching, and the actress's voice on the videotape gradually turned into screams; she was in extreme pain, as if her body was being torn apart.

Just as she was about to be killed, the sound of a door opening came from the video, followed by a man's voice—"Take the form of my brother and move into the house from my memories. Do you think that will create a flaw in my defenses?"

"Fu Sheng, why are you chasing after me like this? I can help you destroy the deep layer..."

"I don't need the ghost's help."

There were no other sounds in the video, and Zhuang Ren turned off the player: "We were filming in Lihua Community. The film set was the building where the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical used to live. At first, I was shocked when I saw the person in the mirror was the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong."

Have people from Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals contacted you?

"The day after I discovered the face in the mirror, the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals came to see me in person. I thought he would offer a high price to buy back the videotape, but he didn't mention anything related to the videotape. He just said a few words." Zhuang Ren thought for a long time before saying intermittently, "His eyes were full of sympathy when he looked at me. He also said something like, 'The future is indeed predetermined, and no one can change it. It will happen eventually.'"

"only these?"

"He asked me if I had played that dead building game, and I said no. Then he gave me this black box and told me to open it only when I was extremely emotional."

Do you know what's inside that black box?

“I opened it the night after my wife and daughter died. Inside the box was a second-hand emotional therapy device.” Zhuang Ren took out something that looked like a game helmet from the box. Compared to Han Fei’s game helmet, it was like a simplified, unfinished product.

Han Fei took the emotional therapy device, but parts fell off and the inside of the device was burned out: "Did you do this?"

"I don't remember. After I put this thing on, I think I was knocked unconscious by an electric current. When I woke up, it was already broken." Zhuang Ren sat on the black box, unable to recall what had happened.

"Can I borrow this thing to take back and study it?" Han Fei felt that the reason why the butterfly could not enter Zhuang Ren's dream and take him into the deeper world was related to this emotional therapy device.

If we can figure out the principle behind it, then we can give Huang Ying a piece of our mind later.

"Of course, I have no use for this thing."

“Through these things, I might be able to understand the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals and Fu Sheng better.” Han Fei put the broken emotional therapy device into the black box. He gestured for Zhuang Ren to take a shower and change his clothes. “We’ll go to the building next door where the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals used to live first, and then I’ll try to take you to meet your family.”

"Really?" A glimmer of light appeared in Zhuang Ren's bloodshot eyes.

"Just wait in your best condition." Han Fei didn't dare to casually summon Zhuang Ren into the deeper world. He needed to figure out what Butterfly and Fu Sheng's purpose was before making a decision.

While Zhuang Ren was taking a shower and changing clothes, Han Fei continued to work on the Dead Building game, but perhaps because he had something on his mind, he was killed by the vengeful ghost of Building No. 4 not long after.

"We still have plenty of time today, so we can't rush things." Han Fei first took out his phone and dialed Jin Jun's number. The veteran entertainment reporter still had spare test accounts for "Perfect Life".

After greeting the other party, Han Fei put down the game controller, left the room, and quietly went to the building at the deepest part of the Pear Blossom Community.

After Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals bought the building, it was completely sealed off and surrounded by a two-meter-high iron fence. There are also intelligent AI early warning devices and 24-hour surveillance nearby.

The surveillance was tight, but now the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals has passed away, and the supervisors have long since left.

Han Fei easily scaled the iron fence and, following the instructions on the videotape, arrived at the fourth floor.

In this very room around the corner, Zhuang Wen's mother was assaulted.

"It seems I'll have to learn lock picking in the future." The skill book Huang Ying sent to the underworld included lock picking, and Han Fei had a basic understanding of the structure of locks. Unfortunately, he didn't have the right tools and had very few opportunities to practice.

Taking out his baton, Han Fei finally managed to open the dilapidated door by brute force.

He shook the door panel, listening to the sound: "Before Fu Sheng spoke in the videotape, there was a very soft sound of a door opening. What door did he push open?"

Upon entering the house, Han Fei tried each item one by one, finally stopping at the bedroom wardrobe.

The sound of the wardrobe door opening and closing was very similar to the sound of a door opening in a videotape.

Looking inside the wardrobe, Han Fei discovered a large amount of dried bloodstains that formed the outline of a door.

(End of this chapter)