My Healing Games

Chapter 372 I'm so bad, even I'm afraid of myself.
The group name, which hadn't changed for fourteen years, was suddenly changed. It's not that the name "Dead Building Owners' Rights Protection Mutual Aid Group" was strange, but it just didn't fit the desperate and desolate atmosphere in the group.

Blood seeped from the shattered phone screen, the names of the dead written in bright red.

Touching those eerie characters with your fingers will instantly trigger the roars of evil spirits in your mind.

A cold, painful voice tinged with doubt suddenly opened the eyes of the souls who had sunk into the deepest darkness of the night. They discovered that a turning point had appeared in their unchanging despair.

Holding his phone in both hands, Han Fei was somewhat at a loss. He just wanted to see what the administrator could do, but he didn't expect to make such a big mess.

“The old group name was too depressing. I think everyone should look forward. Also, the reason we have become like this is not our fault. There is an invisible hand secretly controlling our destiny. Perhaps cutting off that invisible hand can unlock our hearts.”

Han Fei looked at the bloodstains that were about to overflow the screen and the ghostly faces that seemed to want to stick out of it. He had a very bad feeling. In the deep world, a cell phone was a rare and valuable thing, but the functions of this cell phone could not be used casually. Every touch might come at a price.

"Um... can this group chat be turned off?"

The male student was like a walking corpse. When he opened his mouth to speak, you could see countless faces inside him speaking at the same time: "It can't be turned off. That phone is Firefly's deepest obsession, and the group chat on the phone is also the bond between us and him. There's one more thing I need to tell you in advance: after moving into this building of despair, new residents have been joining the group chat one after another. They won't care about Firefly."

The male student in room 4094 didn't expect Han Fei to change the group name right away. Before he could finish speaking, Han Fei's phone suddenly vibrated.

"All you do in one day is start a video chat with that 'hahaha'!"

Han Fei recognized the name of this group member from Yinghuo's memories. The other party was eager to start a video call, probably because they wanted to confirm something.

This was Han Fei's first time video chatting with someone in the underworld, so he tidied himself up a bit, since his appearance might be what he would look like in death if he video chatted with someone in this place.

Before Han Fei could react, his phone screen was pulled into a video room after he pressed the answer button.

The lights were off inside. In the dimly lit living room, a lone chair stood with a young man sitting with his back to the camera.

"Haha lived in room 4174. He had a condition that caused him to laugh constantly, whether he was sad or in pain. Because of this condition, he was constantly bullied. During one instance of school bullying, he broke down. Like a mad dog, he pounced on his bullies, laughing and crying wildly, grabbing a compass and pointing the sharpest point at the bully's eyes." The male student knew about Haha's experience.

"He didn't stab the bully in the eye with the compass, but his maniacal laughter and tears were captured on camera by those around him. Not only the bullies, but even his friends and teachers thought that Haha had mental problems. Later, after communicating with Haha's family, the school allowed him to take a leave of absence from school and stay at home."

"I heard that from that time on, Haha rarely left his home, and his illness became more and more serious. Neighbors in the building often heard his laughter, which was full of pain, late at night."

"In order not to disturb the neighbors, Haha installed thick soundproofing panels in his room, so his laughter could no longer be heard, and he himself was completely sealed in that room."

As the male student recounted Haha's past to Han Fei, the young man sitting alone in the chair in the video slowly turned his head, revealing only half of his face with a distorted smile.

That smile made the veins on his face bulge, like a curse etched on his face.

However, contrary to his smile, his eyes were gray, a deep, lifeless gray.

A simple eye contact, seemingly lasting only a fraction of a second, and a face contorted with a smile appeared before Han Fei.

Any ordinary person would be driven mad by that terrifying smile, but Haha met Han Fei today.

"I am not a firefly, but I am the same kind of person as the firefly. He has created a warm haven for you in reality, while I want to build a real home for you in the dead building." Han Fei has always considered himself a professional actor. He is now even a little confused about whether he is acting or has really gotten used to it. That calm and composed aura seems to have been ingrained in his bones.

He had expected to be scared, but when he actually saw Haha's painful and distorted smile, his fear was dispelled by something else.

"The profile picture that was always gray has already lit up. How long are you planning to stay in your room?" After understanding Haha's experience, Han Fei wanted to help him even more. He did this not entirely to borrow Haha's strength, but because he genuinely wanted to change the lives of the patients in the mutual aid group.

Looking into those eyes, Han Fei helped Yinghuo to his side: "He protected your past, and I'm here to help you see the future. Tonight is the most crucial night, and the only chance. I don't need you to completely believe what I say; I just hope you can give yourself a chance to change, and give Yinghuo a chance to choose."

"The firefly who once helped you so much, he fulfilled his promise and was the last person in the group to leave. He protected you until the very end, exhausted and covered in wounds. Are you really willing to watch him sink into the darkness?"

Han Fei gave Haha some time to think, then he touched the phone screen: "One of my souls merged with the consciousness of the firefly, and one of our habits was preserved by the firefly. Whenever I can't hold on anymore, I will look at the words left for myself on the phone. The words left for myself by my soul are that the best actor in life is myself, while the words left for myself by the firefly are different."

Han Fei only saw it after he got the phone and logged into his Firefly account. Firefly had a signature that was only visible to him: "I can't forget them. Their hearts can no longer warm themselves. I must hold on to them tightly. If I let go, they will truly be enveloped in ice and sink into the bottomless darkness."

When Han Fei recited the words left by the firefly, he didn't put on any performance; he simply recited them, and others could already feel the power contained in the words.

"Firefly has thought about death countless times. For him, death is not difficult; what is difficult is living. I believe you understand this feeling as well: enduring mental torment, fighting against countless negative emotions in the brain, and then living on with pride and courage."

"The fireflies warmed you, and you supported him, but now you have been used by the administrators, who have summoned him, who carried the beliefs of everyone, into the dead building."

"Do you know what? Letting him die at this point is not a relief, but rather destroys all his efforts all along."

"If you really want to help him, then let him go, let him go back to where he belongs, and live on with all your hopes in him. At that time, he will prove to you that hope really exists!"

When Haha saw the firefly icon light up, he immediately sent a video call invitation. Throughout the entire process, he barely spoke, becoming a listener as he sat alone in the room.

He had forgotten what he originally wanted to do; his mind was filled with Han Fei's words.

No one in the Dead Building has ever been like Han Fei.

A smile involuntarily appeared on his distorted face, but this smile was slightly different from usual.

Slowly, the smile turned into uncontrollable maniacal laughter, and blood flowed from the man's eyes.

Amidst that maniacal laughter, Han Fei vaguely heard a few words: "Fireflies will not disappear in the darkness."

The video call ended, and Han Fei felt more confident about tonight's plan. He looked at Yinghuo beside him, intending to help her to the sofa, but was surprised to find that Yinghuo's expression was no longer so blank.

He stared at his phone screen, as if seeing Haha had touched his fragile will and awakened some hidden memories within him.

It seems that as long as she communicates with more group members, the weak firefly can recover.

After discovering this, Han Fei began to actively communicate with the familiar IDs in the group via video. Just like how Firefly had privately comforted and encouraged those group members before, he found them one by one and told them his thoughts.

When an actor with masterful acting skills becomes an expert through long-term illness and studies various branches of psychology, his words will contain a kind of power. Han Fei quickly gained the recognition of some homeowners, and his identity as the administrator was now truly accepted by everyone.

After chatting with most of the group members, Han Fei was about to organize everyone's information when his phone suddenly started vibrating again.

"User 4204 initiated a video chat!"

"The group members that Firefly helped all have their online names from before their deaths. Only a small number of the original residents of the building have group names that are their apartment numbers." The male student, not wanting Han Fei to be killed outright, reminded him, "You'd better think carefully before you answer."

“Since they chose to join this group chat, it means they themselves want to change.” After thinking for a moment, Han Fei still chose to answer the call. The reason was simple: most of the rooms where the group members lived only contained the number “4”. Apart from Haha and the male student, the others were not very strong.

"Room 4204, this person lives on the 20th floor?" Based on Han Fei's experience in Building No. 1, rooms above the 20th floor are generally quite terrifying.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei answered the video call, but before he could even see what the other person looked like, blood covered the screen. Then he heard an incredibly familiar voice: "Summoning a soul? I remember I'm not your relative, but you dared not harm me in the slightest, and you obeyed my orders, even willing to kill and dispose of corpses. It seems I guessed right, my soul must have entered the body of your closest relative. Unbelievable, you're clearly a ghost, yet now you're trembling with fear like a human."

The voice was filled with madness and a wanton desire for destruction. Han Fei listened to it and showed an incredulous expression.

He was certain that the voice coming from room 4204 in the video was his own.

"Is it my soul speaking?"

Han Fei lost his three souls and three spirits, forming three consciousnesses: one representing his childhood, one seemingly symbolizing goodness and hope, and the other closest to that blood-red memory, possibly symbolizing Han Fei's evil and cunning.

(End of this chapter)