My Healing Games

Chapter 410 Multiple Mixed Curses - Blood Debt!
"Why would the head of a top company frequently visit a plastic surgery clinic? Does the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals need constant maintenance of his health?"

The now-defunct plastic surgery hospital wasn't just involved in plastic surgery; backed by Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals, the breadth of their business shocked Han Fei.

From brain treatments to organ and bone replacements, they even claim to slow down human aging and extend human lifespan within a limited range.

This hospital had an astonishing number of high-end clients, which allowed Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals to accumulate wealth that is unimaginable to ordinary people. However, this hospital, which was like a money-printing machine, was shut down overnight, and there was no information about it on the internet.

Based on the limited clues he found, Han Fei discovered that the cosmetic surgery hospital was shut down voluntarily by Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals, but no one knew the specific reason.

"The hospital closed ten years ago, in the same year that the human body puzzle pattern was created."

The internet is flooded with all sorts of information, and now, apart from Han Fei, no one cares about this hospital anymore.

Han Fei dialed Li Xue's number, hoping she could keep an eye out for cases related to plastic surgery and also investigate the plastic surgery hospital that Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical used to operate.

The moment he uttered those words, Li Xue became highly vigilant.

There's an 80% chance that a murder has occurred in any location mentioned by Han Fei.

Li Xue immediately contacted her supervisor and hurriedly hung up the phone.

Seeing how much the police valued his words, Han Fei felt quite proud.

Busy until almost midnight, Han Fei checked the doors and windows and then crawled into the game pod.

"Focus your attention, this time I want to see clearly who is standing behind me."

The greatest charm of the game "Perfect Life" lies in the fact that it never bores players. Even though Han Fei defeated the butterfly, he dares not be careless in the slightest now.

As he put on the gaming helmet, the crimson color gradually filled his vision, and his consciousness appeared in that blood-red city.

Han Fei desperately turned his head, trying to see what was behind him, but just then, a bloody hand landed on his shoulder.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei looked up at the ceiling, his pupils shrinking to a point due to fear.

"Closer!"

The bloodied man seemed to be pressed against his back. He kept looking behind him, but he couldn't see anything.

"The process of logging into the game should be the process of consciousness entering the deeper world. The city will change from normal to blood-red, and then from blood-red to the darkness of the deeper world..."

"It feels like there's a blood-red sea between reality and the deep world, with reality and the deep world on opposite sides of the sea, like mirror images reversed."

"The unspeakable being could see the process of my consciousness descending. Could that bloodied person be another unspeakable being? But why is he targeting me? I don't think I've ever had any grudges against the unspeakable being. At most, I've just caused a few shrines to be destroyed by a great evil."

As he thought about it, Han Fei broke out in a cold sweat: "Why do I feel unusually cold after logging into the game today?"

Compared to when he logged into the game before, he clearly felt that something was wrong with his body, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Subconsciously opening his attribute panel, Han Fei took a deep breath. His attribute panel was originally the same as that of a normal player, but as the number of times he summoned souls increased, faint blood streaks appeared on his attribute panel.

It looked normal overall, but when he logged into the game and opened the attribute panel, he found that his attribute panel had turned light black, and even his ID name was glowing with an ominous black light.

"what happened?"

Scrolling down, Han Fei saw that his Yin Virtue had increased from 86 to 92, proving that his use of all his earnings to help the families of victims in need had indeed paid off.

If the increase in Yin De (a form of merit) was considered normal, then the increase in Sheng Yan (another form of reputation) directly shocked Han Fei.

"When I logged out of the game, my reputation was only 46. How did it go up to 71?"

Han Fei still doesn't know what his neighbors have been doing using his name, but just looking at the surge in his reputation, he's already starting to panic.

Scrolling down the properties page, he finally found the reason why the properties panel was black.

In the player's game status section, in addition to the original two persistent curses, Taboo and Evil, there is now a new curse as dark as an abyss.

"Blood Debt (Multiple Mixed Curses): The shrine is filled with unspeakable memories and the awe of all resentment. Your pet, the Great Demon, has been gnawing on the statues in the shrine and destroying it, thus incurring an immeasurable blood debt!"

"Player's Charisma is reduced by 5. When you appear in an area protected by a destroyed shrine, you will be killed by the eye behind the shrine!"

“A blood debt must be repaid! The figure behind the shrine has been thoroughly enraged by you. It has awakened from its slumber and is searching in the darkness for everyone involved in the destruction of the shrine.”

Looking at the attribute panel, Han Fei pursed his dry lips: "Destroying a shrine grants ten reputation points. Has Da Nie destroyed two shrines in the same area and the same Unspeakable one in a row? Is he exploiting the Unspeakable one for personal gain?"

The player's negative status bar only displays the ten most dangerous negative statuses. At this rate, Han Fei felt that he would fill up the character's negative status bar in just a few days.

"My only hatred as a member of the plastic surgery hospital isn't something I'm too afraid of or unable to express." Han Fei tried his best to calm himself down. He hoped that his neighbors wouldn't make any mistakes and link everything to the plastic surgery hospital.

"No, I need to remind Bai Sinian right away. The Unspeakable Ones are already looking for them." Han Fei took out his Death Chat phone and started communicating with the residents of the Dead Building who had left. Unexpectedly, Bai Sinian and Da Nie had already gotten separated from everyone, and the residents were also looking for the couple.

Han Fei instructed Bai Sinian to look after Da Nie, but in reality, Da Nie lost Bai Sinian along with him.

"Is Da Nie going too far?" Han Fei only needed to destroy the reputation of five shrines, but he was worried that Da Nie would become so greedy that he would take Bai Sinian and destroy every shrine they saw.

"Forget it, there's no use worrying. I'd better go find Da Nie myself once my health recovers."

The Great Calamity is an ominous sign, regarded by the system as the source of disaster. If left unattended, it will definitely cause big problems. However, compared to the Great Calamity, Han Fei is more worried about Bai Sinian, the security guard who is even afraid of ghost stories. Can he survive by the side of the Great Calamity?
Just as Han Fei was thinking of putting away his phone, a resident of an abandoned building on Citang Street suddenly sent a message in the group chat.

Blood-red text appeared on the screen, and its contents made Han Fei's heart skip a beat.

"Have the monsters from the plastic surgery hospital started entering the dead-end area?"

According to the owner of the "dead building," a large number of resentful spirits with life ropes wrapped around their bodies sneaked into the dead building area. They did not have any conflicts with anyone and even deliberately avoided Citang Street. They just focused on running to the deepest part of the dead building area, as if they were being forced to their deaths by something.

The owner didn't know exactly how many monsters had entered the dead building area, but one thing was certain: the dead building area was no longer as safe as it used to be.

"Is the plastic surgery hospital investigating the secrets of the dead building? If they know that Butterfly is really dead, they will definitely try to obtain Butterfly's 'legacy'."

Han Fei now only has one drop of blood left, and any small resentment could easily kill him. He felt as if he had returned to the state he was in when he first logged into the game, his nerves were on high alert, and he was carefully watching out for any corner around him before he could log off.

"I leave my reputation to my neighbors to improve, but I have to find a way to cultivate good karma myself. I used almost all of my earnings from 'The Suspense Novelist' to help the victims' families, but even so, I'm still short eight points of good karma."

Han Fei decided to temporarily focus on improving his virtuous deeds, and he wanted to do good deeds like crazy to help the resentful spirits fulfill their last wishes.

"I must upgrade my own shrine as soon as possible, otherwise once the plastic surgery hospital figurees out the details of the dead building area, I, with only one drop of blood, will have a hard time surviving their attacks."

Han Fei didn't want to be a burden to others. After spending three hours at Yimin Private Academy, he went to complete a reserved G-level mission, accompanied by Yinglong and Zhang Guanxing.

G-level missions now only reward Han Fei with one skill point, and even the experience points are very few. He left these few simplest missions only to make it easier for him to exit the game.

After the exit button lit up, Han Fei checked on his neighbors' movements and, once he was sure everyone was safe, he logged off in the room next to Jin Sheng's.

After removing his gaming helmet, Han Fei climbed out of the gaming pod. It was only a little past 3 a.m., which was probably the earliest he had ever logged out of the game.

"I don't think I've had a proper night's sleep since I bought the gaming pod."

It was still late at night, but Han Fei wasn't sleepy at all. He had completely gotten used to the darkness and even found it very comfortable to be in the dark.

After turning off the lights in the room, Han Fei hugged the blanket and looked at the crime photos on the wall: "It turns out I've helped so many people, even though at first I just wanted to live a good life for myself."

I opened my phone and found more than a dozen unread emails, most of which were from the victims' families, thanking Han Fei for his help.

"Some people are already doing their best just to stay alive. Even though they haven't entered the deeper world, it's still not easy for them."

The pain of losing a loved one is like a needle piercing the heart; it stings whenever you think about it.

The butterflies are clearly to blame for all the sins, yet they bear all the suffering.

Previously, Han Fei had not had in-depth contact with them and could not empathize with them, but after listening to the obsessions of so many deceased people, he changed from the bottom of his heart.

A patient who originally needed to be cured has now begun to work hard to cure others.

He carefully replied to each victim's family member's letter, and in order not to disturb their rest, he scheduled all the letters to be sent in the morning.

After writing the last reply, Han Fei was still not sleepy. He picked up his phone and flipped through it casually. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he opened his phone's photo album.

Han Fei, who was lying on the bed, immediately sat up, staring at his phone screen and slowly swiping his finger down.

Four more photos appeared in his phone's album, all of them showing him playing games.

All the doors and windows were closed, and he was clearly the only person in the room. Who was taking pictures with his phone?

Upon close examination of the photos, it becomes clear that they were all taken at night when Han Fei was playing games, though the exact time varies.

Comparing the photos, Han Fei noticed something strange: there was a small shadow on top of all the photos.

The first three photos weren't very clear, but the fourth photo was taken after he switched to the gaming pod. The small shadow looked like a distorted person lying on top of the gaming pod, as if trying to crawl inside.

"The photographer seems to be trying to record the presence of the shadows. Is he trying to remind me of this?"

"The photographer was in this room, but he didn't hurt me. Instead, he took the photos. Why didn't he just tell me? Couldn't he have appeared when I was conscious?"

Looking at the photos on his phone, Han Fei had a vague guess: "Could the one who took these photos of shadows be... the one who laughed maniacally?"

Han Fei had encountered something similar before, but he hadn't had time to think about it because he was being hunted by the butterflies. Now he was ready to figure out what had happened to him.

Not just now, but also in the past.

Some memories were too vague or too painful for him to recall, so much so that he resisted them from the bottom of his heart.

But he is different now; he is ready to face the whole truth.

"First, I want to install surveillance cameras all over my house to see how my phone takes pictures while I'm playing games."

Before dawn, Han Fei had already ordered the equipment and then rushed to the meat processing plant's residential compound.

After more than a month of filming, the psychological thriller "The Suspense Novelist," a rare domestic drama, is finally wrapping up.

The entire series was filmed under police surveillance, and a serious crime even occurred during the process, making the filming process full of twists and turns.

This drama has already generated a lot of buzz even before it started its promotion, with many people paying attention to it. It can be said that it became popular even before it aired.

Han Fei took a break for a while, but after a few days of reshoots, he was the first actor to finish filming.

After killing all the alternate personalities and truly stepping out of the room as Spider, the absurd world and reality in Spider's eyes merged, but what Spider saw was different from reality.

He was like someone standing at the intersection of two worlds, reaching out his hand from a nightmare.

It would have been difficult for any other actor to recreate this scene full of complex emotions, but Han Fei did it perfectly.

In him, everyone saw the real Spider, a man who killed eight of himself, a man abandoned by the world yet still loving it.

Undeniably, the play ended with Han Fei's final solo act, leaving the world with a silhouette, just like himself in reality.

(End of this chapter)