My Healing Games

Chapter 363 Healing Player

Seeing that the little boy finally believed him, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he have time to look around.

The walls of room 4064 were painted white, a very special kind of white. When the light shone on them, instead of feeling the warmth of the light, they felt very cold.

There was a lot of furniture in the house, arranged haphazardly. In addition, there were a lot of mirrors in the house; Han Fei saw four mirrors in the living room alone.

They were hung near the living room door, behind the TV, behind the sofa, and next to the dining table.

"Did my dad send you here?" The boy saw Han Fei staring at his house and felt like the little master of the house, so he mustered up his courage and took the initiative to talk to Han Fei.

As he said this, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"No, I'm here to find someone. Did someone who looks a lot like me enter this room just now?" Han Fei squatted down in front of the child. He had a good habit of not liking to force others and would speak in a humble manner to make the other person as comfortable as possible.

Hearing Han Fei's answer, the little boy was a little disappointed. He shook his head: "I stayed in the living room the whole time, but I didn't see anyone else come in."

"No?" Han Fei looked at the other rooms in the house and found that all the doors were tightly closed. "Can I go into the other rooms and take a look?"

“Mom is sleeping, you’ll wake her up.” The boy stretched out his little arms and shielded Han Fei. He looked adorable and had high emotional intelligence.

"Is your mother in the house too?" Han Fei knew very well that this was a room with two 4s in the address. The scariest ghost in the house should not have appeared yet. He guessed that it was probably the little boy's mother.

"Mom said today is the night the spirits return, and Dad will come back after midnight. He told me to go to sleep quietly, and he would come to see me while I'm asleep." The little boy's tone was innocent; he truly believed what his mother said.

"Then why didn't you do as your mother said? Instead of going to sleep, you sneaked into the living room?" Han Fei found the child quite interesting. Since acquiring the talent of the "King of Children," he found himself also wanting to interact with children. This was definitely not because children were easy to fool; it was simply that he found children to be very innocent and adorable, and their childlike innocence allowed him to relax a little in the deeper world.

"I..." The boy was speechless for a moment: "I don't want to sleep. If I fall asleep, I won't be able to talk. I still have a lot of questions to ask my dad."

"Problem? What problem?"

“No matter how busy he was before, he would always wake me up every morning, but now he only comes back once a year. I don’t want him to be so busy.” The boy, wearing wet pants, spoke of his simplest wish.

"You only come back once a year? Did your mother tell you that too?"

"kindness."

"Did she ever tell you what the Night of Returning Souls is?" During the conversation, Han Fei pushed open the door to one of the bedrooms, which should have been the bedroom where the boy's parents used to live.

The double bed was covered with brand new sheets, without a single wrinkle.

It's clear that someone cleans this room every day, but no one sleeps in it anymore.

crunch...

When Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door, something seemed to crawl through the wardrobe next to the bed, like a mouse or some kind of insect.

Han Fei knew that there was more to the wardrobe in the dead building than met the eye, so he opened it before the little boy could even approach.

Pulling open the black cabinet door, on the top shelf of the wardrobe, in a place out of the little boy's reach, lay a black-and-white portrait of a young man.

Next to the portrait was a bowl of white rice, with half a piece of yellow paper buried inside. On the paper was written a name—Laisheng—and the steps for summoning the soul.

"Laisheng?" The name on the yellow paper caught Han Fei's attention.

“This is a picture of my dad. My mom put it in the cupboard because she said seeing the picture would make her sad. But after she put it away, she always secretly takes it out to look at it.” The little boy didn’t quite understand his mother; he was too young. “The uncles and aunts who came to visit said my dad had died. I asked them what death meant, and they said it meant going to work in a very far place, so far that he could only come back once a year. I didn’t understand why they would do such a job.”

The little boy looked at his father's photo in the closet. He was too short to reach it, and he hoped Han Fei could help him take the photo down.

After successfully obtaining his father's photo, the little boy stared at the black and white image of his father, then suddenly looked up, opened his clear eyes, and asked Han Fei, "You said adults wouldn't lie to children, but I always feel like they're lying to me. Do you know what death is?"

"Death?" Han Fei didn't expect such a young child to suddenly ask such a question. He didn't answer casually, but thought about it seriously for a long time: "I heard people say that death is like water disappearing into water."

"what does that mean?"

“It’s like truly coming home. Of course, I’m not talking about your home, but the home of all of us. We came from there, and we’re finally returning to it.” Han Fei didn’t know why he was telling this to a child. Perhaps it was because he had never considered the inhabitants of the Deep World as NPCs, but rather as people just like himself.

"Death is going home? Then why are so many people afraid of death? Why is Mom still crying?" The boy seemed to have finally found someone to talk to, and he was eager to get answers.

"Because during this time away from home, we will choose a path, a path of no return. The end of this path is home. It is the only way home. But on the way home, we will see countless landscapes and lights. We will warm others and be warmed by others. We are like points of light, illuminating the night sky on the way home."

"Light spots?" The boy frowned his cute eyebrows and thought for a long time. Suddenly, he pointed to the white wax used for the offering next to him: "I understand. We are like candles. At first, we are wax, then we shine, and finally we become wax again. It's just that our bodies no longer maintain their original shape. From upright wax to melting into drops of wax."

Han Fei was amazed by the child's metaphors and comprehension. The child was very young, but very intelligent, just like himself when he was a child.

“Using candles as a metaphor is not quite appropriate.” This was the first time Han Fei had thought about it so seriously: “We are led out of our homes by our parents. We are not candles; we are who we are.”

"How could that person possibly emit light?"

"Humans don't emit light, but each of us carries a torch inherited from our ancestors. This torch, which illuminates the darkness, is called life. We put our experiences and memories into it, using them as fuel, and life will ignite. We can then hold it high and move forward in the darkness." Han Fei looked at the pensive boy, smiled, and patted his head. "When you're about to go home, pass the torch in your hand to someone else, so that the darkness will always be illuminated by us."

The boy looked up, his eyes still blank: "But my dad only gave me toy cars, he never gave me a torch."

"Perhaps your father has already entrusted that torch to your mother for safekeeping. When you grow a little older, she will give it to you, so that your life can shine with light and warmth." Han Fei withdrew his hand. He didn't know if it was his imagination or what, but he actually felt a warmth emanating from the little boy. What surprised him even more was that a system notification sounded in his mind.

"Attention player 0000! Host 4064's friendliness has increased by 10! Your personal charm has been fully recognized by them!"

Turning his head, Han Fei noticed that the door to the bedroom the little boy had been preventing him from entering was now slightly ajar, with two pale faces staring silently at him.

His body stiffened instantly, and Han Fei unconsciously took a step back. His hand touched the bookshelf, and a picture book with Lai Sheng's name on it fell to the ground.

The picture book was open, and it showed drawings of his father and mother in colored pencils, but he was the only one missing.

(End of this chapter)