My Healing Games

Chapter 421 A Happy Orphanage with Only One Child

"The security guard's brother was looking for white shoes late at night. Boss Acheng mentioned white shoes in his phone call. White shoes also appeared in Xia Yi's last photo before she died. This thing is like the scarred-faced child that the security guard mentioned. As long as you see him, it seems to be everywhere."

The temperature in the corridor was still dropping, and the footprints on the ground seemed to come alive, as if they would rush over as soon as Han Fei looked away.

“Why do I feel like… those white shoes seem a little closer to us?” Bai Xian gripped Han Fei’s arm tightly. “Did the police tell you how to deal with this situation?”

“If it were just me, I would probably run, but there are four of us now.” Han Fei’s expression didn’t change, but if you looked closely, you would see that all his muscles were tense, and he had already entered a state of high alert.

“In this case, you can exclude me from the calculations.” Bai Xian wanted to leave, but Han Fei dragged the half-dead “murderer” into the corridor.

Seeing Han Fei walk forward, Bai Xian, who dared not act alone, had no choice but to follow.

The path they are walking on is the same one the white shoes were on in the surveillance video. The further they walk, the lower the temperature gets. The cold wind seeps into their clothes through their sleeves and collars, like a child's hand climbing up their heart.

The videos on the "murderer's" phone were never turned off; one would play and then automatically start playing the next. The hidden folder contained videos of child abuse, suggesting the perpetrator had a very disturbing fetish.

However, judging from the video alone, things don't seem so simple. Rather than torture, the person filming seems to be conducting some kind of experiment. He is using different methods to evoke the child's inner fear and pain, with the ultimate goal of completely destroying the child's personality and molding it into what he wants.

The surveillance video continued to play, and Han Fei, holding onto the "human shield," slowly approached the white shoes.

He had experience fighting butterflies and knew that hatred from the Deep World couldn't just appear in reality: "Even if monsters from the Deep World could affect reality, they would have to do so through some special means. What's the deal with these white shoes?"

After Han Fei cleared the Dead Tower, his confidence grew, and he thought that even if the plastic surgery hospital was dangerous, it shouldn't be as dangerous as the Dead Tower. However, as the investigation deepened, he discovered that this was not the case at all.

This plastic surgery hospital, which has some connection with Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals, is shrouded in mystery and involves many complex issues.

"Han Fei, have you noticed that the footprints under our feet are moving with us? There were these footprints all around us just now, and it seems like they're still there now, even the direction the toes are pointing hasn't changed." Bai Xian was a little afraid to look ahead, but in this place, unless you close your eyes, everything is terrifying.

"Don't be too nervous. There's another person in the building besides us. He might have left those white shoes there." Han Fei said this purely to comfort Bai Xian, just like an adult telling a child that getting a shot doesn't hurt at all.

It took them a full three minutes to walk down the corridor, which was only a dozen meters long. When the three of them got close to the white shoes, Bai Xian and the security guard breathed a sigh of relief. The terrifying scene they had imagined did not happen. The shoes stayed in place obediently, and it seemed that some of the things they had just seen were just illusions.

"People are indeed prone to hallucinations when they are under extreme tension and fear." Bai Xian and the security guard comforted each other. Under the threat of the vengeful ghost, they managed to put aside their differences and became each other's support.

With one hand, Han Fei removed the "murderer's" coat and wrapped it around his arm.

He picked up the white shoes from the ground through his clothes and examined them closely. They seemed to be just ordinary shoes, covered in dust, with nothing special about them.

"Is it a ghost running around in shoes? Or did someone take advantage of the moment I made my move and place the shoes at the end of the corridor?" Han Fei looked at the other shoe on the ground and noticed that the toe was pointing in the wrong direction. The white shoe was pointing directly at a locked room at the end of the corridor, as if it was about to enter that room.

Han Fei stuffed the white shoes into the pocket of the "murderer's" clothes, held them in his hand, and turned to look at the room next door.

Han Fei turned the handle; the door wasn't locked, and he pushed it open.

A faint smell of paint wafted out. This place seemed to be a playroom built specifically for children, but the decorations and toys inside were strange. Most of them were cheap toys from decades ago, things that children no longer play with.

"Something's not right."

Looking at the children's playroom, Han Fei felt a dull ache in the back of his head. The piercing laughter echoed from the depths of his memory, and some blurry fragments of memory slowly surfaced.

"Snapped!"

Han Fei threw the unconscious "murderer" on the ground and walked straight into the room. His gaze swept blankly over the old toys and various brightly colored pictures, finally stopping in the middle of the children's playroom.

"Han Fei? Are you alright?" Bai Xian stood at the door, looking flustered. He had started to panic the moment Han Fei put away the white shoes. In the horror movies he had watched, people like that were usually the first to die.

"Don't come in yet!" Han Fei covered the back of his head, slowly squatted down, and gently but strangely stroked the old, cheap toys with his fingers, as if he had returned to his childhood: "I've seen these toys before! I've seen them before!"

"Don't scare me! How about we wait for the police to arrive before we talk?" Bai Xian noticed that Han Fei was acting strangely. He was completely devastated. In this eerie old building, his only teammate seemed to be possessed. He didn't dare to think any further.

Han Fei ignored Bai Xian, picked up the toys one by one, and then threw them aside.

He walked all the way to the back of the children's playroom, and when he saw the window pattern painted on the wall, a similar image happened to pop into his mind.

The gray cement walls looked rigid and lifeless. In order to see the outside world, a group of children drew windows on the cement walls. Inside the windows, they drew spring flowers, summer trees, and a group of children running and playing outside.

Reality and memories overlapped, and Han Fei and the maniacal laughter deep in his mind opened their eyes at the same time; they remembered the same place.

"Happy Orphanage?"

Han Fei only now realized that the layout of this children's playroom was very similar to the Happy Orphanage where he had spent his childhood!
The orphanage was surrounded by cement walls, and various cheap toys were scattered around the yard.

The happiest time of the day for the children is when they play with these toys.

"Why would the plastic surgery hospital run by Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals build its children's rest room like the Happy Orphanage? These toys are not available on the market unless you go to a second-hand market to find them..." To verify a guess in his mind, Han Fei walked around among the toys and finally pushed over a wooden horse in the corner.

The rocking horse was badly damaged and the paint was peeling off. In this age of rapid technological advancement, almost no child would play with such a thing.

Staring at the rocking horse's intact belly, Han Fei shook his head. Although these toys were the same types as those in the Happy Orphanage, they were not the toys that Han Fei had played with before.

"I remember it very clearly. The wooden horse in the orphanage had its belly cut open with a knife, and wood chips were everywhere..." Thinking of this, Han Fei suddenly froze. He subconsciously remembered the wooden horse in the orphanage, but he couldn't remember who cut open the wooden horse's belly.

The back of his head felt like it was being pricked with needles, but Han Fei endured the pain and continued to recall.

"Who broke the rocking horse? These toys... should all have scratches on them!" Han Fei straightened up and slowly approached the wall at the back of the entertainment room, then leaned against the gray wall covered with painted windows.

Outside each window, spring, summer, autumn, and winter change, but inside Han Fei's room, there is only deathly silence and gloom.

"This plastic surgery hospital has the ability to change children's personalities. How did they develop this ability step by step? How was the first child with a perfect personality discovered?"

As Han Fei pressed his head, which was throbbing with pain, he suddenly remembered something insignificant.

When the black box was first obtained, the police took him to undergo a citizen information test. The results showed that the AI ​​determined his danger level to be zero and that he had an extremely rare healing personality.

People with this kind of personality can not only heal others and bring hope to those around them, but also turn their own fortunes around in adversity and continuously heal themselves.

(End of this chapter)