My Healing Games

Chapter 438 Room Thirteen

Han Fei picked up the toy the boy had dropped and casually stuffed it into the plastic bag that had previously contained steamed buns.

“After the man went out, I would go to their house under the pretext of returning the toys.”

The fact that the children's toys were from the same series as the victims' toys in the store puzzled Han Fei.

The ten fingers occupy the shrine. They have been exploring the world of the shrine's owner for many years and must have a wealth of information. They may have already seen what this world truly looks like.

"Is there any difference between the world they see and the world I see?"

Carrying the toys, Han Fei didn't chase after them immediately. He deliberately kept his distance from the father and son, as it wasn't the right time to clarify their relationship.

After waiting a moment, Han Fei entered the residential area. Suddenly, the rusty stairwell door was pushed open, and a balding middle-aged man wearing glasses was carrying several large bags of garbage and walking out.

Seeing that the other person was having difficulty taking out the trash, Han Fei subconsciously wanted to help him. The middle-aged man was also taken aback when he saw Han Fei's action.

He then gently shook his head: "Even if you help me with these things, I still can't reduce your rent. I know you're a good kid and very kind, but in this world, no one has it easy."

"You are..." Han Fei's outstretched hand hovered in mid-air.

"What are you doing standing at the stairwell?! You always accumulate a huge pile before you take it out! Do you have to wait until it stinks?" The door to the corner apartment on the first floor opened, and the landlady yelled at the middle-aged man, "You collapse on the sofa as soon as you get off work, like a dead person, and you don't say much. You think you're tired? I'm busy every day too!"

The balding man sighed, picked up the trash, and walked outside. But as he passed Han Fei, he whispered, "I was smoking on the balcony just now and I saw you pick up the toy that the kid in apartment number 7 had. I advise you to throw the toy away right away and not get involved with his family."

The balding man spoke in a low voice, then picked up the trash and left.

The landlady got angry when she saw the balding man dawdling around, and slammed the door shut.

Normally, if a man kindly informs Han Fei, Han Fei should understand and leave immediately.

But Han Fei doesn't play by the rules. He could sense that the balding man meant no harm and was just trying to give him a friendly reminder.

Good people are rare in the shrine's owner's memory world, so we must seize this opportunity!
Instead of going home, Han Fei followed behind the balding older brother, carrying his toys. This sudden action startled the older brother.

"Uncle, what exactly happened with room number 7?"

"You followed me here?" The balding man frowned. "Don't ask any more questions. It's none of your business anyway."

"But I picked up his toys, and the most important thing is that I noticed a strong, pungent odor on his toys, a smell I've never smelled before..."

"Shh!" The balding man walked quite a distance away, then lowered his voice: "That stench isn't just any stench, it's the stench of a corpse."

"The stench of a corpse?!" Han Fei feigned surprise, as if he had heard an answer he had never imagined.

"The male tenant in room number seven seems to work in the hospital morgue as a caregiver. He deals with corpses all the time, so he's a bit mentally unstable. You'd better stay away from his place."

"A hospital caregiver? May I ask which hospital he works at?"

"It's the hospital that treated your mother—the Third People's Hospital. I heard he's done many jobs before, but he didn't last long in any of them. I doubt he'll stay in this caregiver job for much longer either." The balding man piled the trash next to the trash can. Because no one cleaned or managed it, the trash can was already overflowing, forming a mountain of garbage, swarming with flies and reeking of stench.

After finishing his sentence, the balding man returned to the stairwell, but Han Fei stopped beside the pile of garbage: "Ten Fingers went to work as a caregiver at the hospital of the shrine's owner's mother? That's obviously suspicious!"

"My ten fingers have changed jobs, and it feels like I'm searching for something. I've met a wide variety of different people. What are they looking for? Are they looking for me?"

Han Fei also noticed something noteworthy: in this world of memories, he directly possessed the body of the shrine's owner, experiencing what the owner had gone through. However, his ten fingers were occupied by other people, who seemed to be still searching for the shrine's owner's true form?
"Why is there such a big difference? Is it because of the black box? Or is it because of the system? Or is it because of the Mirror God?"

Han Fei could never forget the sacrifice the Mirror God made to send him into the shrine. When he touched the shrine, the mirror shattered, and the fragments scattered like stars in the night sky.

"The world of memories of the shrine's master is neither too big nor too small. Everyone here has their own story. If they don't use the power of hatred and resentment, let alone explore the secrets of the world, it's already very difficult for them to just survive."

Han Fei didn't know how strong Ten Fingers was, but when he saw the man in room number seven, the man acted just like an ordinary person.

"Perhaps it's not that they can't use their abilities, but that if they do, they might be squeezed out of the shrine's master's memory world."

He took out the blood-red paper doll that he kept close to his body. This F-level cursed item was just an ordinary folk craft in the memory world.

"I can only gain access to the inventory after I help the shrine master make up for his regrets. This also shows that the memory world is very resistant to foreign items. Everything here is the last trace of the shrine master's existence. He probably doesn't want his last bit of obsession to be destroyed by external forces."

The Ten Fingers possess power far exceeding that of Han Fei, yet they have been unable to inherit the shrine, the key being that they have not gained the shrine's master's approval.

"This is a very good opportunity for me." Lowering his head, Han Fei revealed a faint smile on his face, a smile he habitually used to mask his murderous intent.

As Han Fei was about to leave with his toys, he suddenly saw a paper airplane land on the pile of trash.

He looked into the distance and happened to see a woman standing next to a window on the third floor.

The woman had something resembling a rope hanging around her neck; she appeared to be preparing to hang herself.

"The room on the left side of the third floor? When I went to work last night, someone was hiding in that room watching me!" Han Fei remembered what happened last night. He saw the woman about to hang herself, so he grabbed his toys and rushed into the stairwell.

Han Fei ran up to the third floor in one breath and started knocking on the door on the left.

"Is anyone there?! Is anyone there?!"

Dust flew everywhere, and the upside-down "Fu" character pasted on the door was shaken off.

Han Fei knocked for a long time but no one answered. Finally, the door to room number eight on the second floor, near the stairs, opened.

"Are you sick?! Can't a person get any sleep?! I just got off my night shift and you're making such a racket!" A young man in pajamas walked out of room number eight and yelled upstairs.

Seeing that his neighbors were complaining, Han Fei quickly ran over to explain: "Someone committed suicide in apartment number nine! I just saw a woman downstairs preparing to hang herself!"

His expression of fear and anxiety perfectly captured the essence of a naive student.

"Suicide?" The young man laughed in anger, shoving Han Fei aside. "Are you kidding me? No one lives in room thirteen."

"Really! I saw it! I saw it with my own eyes!" Han Fei looked up, his gaze sweeping into the man's room. "Let's go find the landlord and get the door open! It's a matter of life and death!"

"Human life is at stake, but what does that have to do with me?" The young man was very annoyed: "Go outside and do your crazy thing! If you keep disturbing my sleep, see my fist that's as big as a clay pot? One punch from me and your little body won't be able to take it!"

"Is room number 13 really unoccupied?"

"There are more and more lunatics in this building. Luckily, I'm moving out next month, and I won't have to put up with these idiots anymore." The young man cursed as he closed the door.

When the young man opened the door, Han Fei had already noticed the layout of his home. Everything was neatly arranged, and the shoe rack was mostly filled with women's shoes. The wallpaper and decor were in warm colors, which didn't quite match the man's personality. There were many photos of the young man and a woman on the wall, suggesting that he was living with his girlfriend.

Last night, this young man worked the night shift. Although he had a bad temper, he seemed to love his girlfriend very much and was a fairly hardworking person. However... Han Fei remembered that when he went to work at midnight last night, he heard sounds of people making babies coming from this room.

"Maybe I misheard."

Han Fei went downstairs and, steeling himself, knocked on the landlord's door.

When the landlady heard Han Fei's voice, she thought he wanted to pay the rent, so she ran over to open the door. But when she heard Han Fei mention room number thirteen, her face instantly turned dark.

"No one lives at number 13! You've got the wrong number!" The landlady had a terrible temper: "Instead of wasting your time worrying about others, you should hurry up and figure out how to pay back the rent you owe me!"

After she finished speaking, she tried to slam the door, but Han Fei grabbed the door panel first.

"Sister, wait a minute!" Han Fei pitifully rummaged through his pockets for a long time before finally finding six hundred yuan: "The boss at my workplace is a very nice person. He saw that I was hardworking and efficient, so he gave me an advance of six hundred yuan. Here you go, I'll pay part of it first, and I'll definitely pay the rest."

Han Fei's cheeks were covered in sweat, and his hands, which were holding the money, were covered in tiny cuts. He had been fighting with someone earlier, and his hands had been scraped and bruised.

Through the crack in the door, the landlady glanced at Han Fei, then at the money in his hand, and her expression gradually softened.

Upon opening the door, the landlady took the six hundred yuan that Han Fei handed her, sighed softly, and then took out three hundred yuan and stuffed it back into Han Fei's hand: "You also need to eat and drink, so just pay me back three hundred first, and give me the rest at the end of the month."

"No need, I kept some for myself, just enough for food and drink."

"You're being stubborn! Take it if I give it to you!" The landlady was forceful. She took the three hundred yuan Han Fei had given her and then said earnestly, "Just focus on your job and work hard to get your mother treated. Don't meddle in other trivial matters, understand?"

"But I really did see a woman hang herself in room thirteen just now..."

"There was indeed a woman who hanged herself in room 13." The landlady waved her hand impatiently. "But it was three months ago. She was very pretty and worked as a sales clerk in a department store. She seemed like a normal person, but then she suddenly left."

"She also works in a department store." Han Fei felt uneasy. "Sis, my new job is also in a department store, and it's the night shift. Why don't you take me to see that room? Otherwise, I won't feel at ease."

After much pleading and cajoling, the landlady finally agreed. She had her husband accompany her, and the three of them went upstairs together with the keys.

As they walked, Han Fei and the balding man walked behind, while the landlady walked alone in front.

"What a useless man!"

The three of them went up to the third floor, where the eldest sister personally opened door number thirteen.

The room was empty, and all the furniture was covered with a white cloth, seemingly to prevent dust from settling in.

“We made all these fabrics. After the little girl passed away, we couldn’t contact her family, so we could only keep this room and didn’t dare to throw things away carelessly.” The balding man was standing at the door, hesitating whether to go in or not, when the woman pushed him inside.

"Have you seen everything? We didn't lie to you, did we? There's no one in this house at all." The landlady gestured for Han Fei to come out, but Han Fei walked through the living room and pushed open the bathroom door. He had seen the woman hanging herself through the bathroom window earlier.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the scene before them surprised everyone.

The bathroom was piled with crumpled pieces of paper covered in all sorts of strange symbols. All of them reeked of a foul odor. Most incredibly, some of the paper had sticky, uncured ink, as if it had just been written on.

"Were these crumpled pieces of paper also in the room three months ago?" Han Fei turned to ask the landlady, who looked completely bewildered.

"No! I cleaned her room three months ago and made it spotless. Could it be that someone sneaked into this room?"

"Someone has made a copy of the key!"

The couple didn't even consider the possibility of ghosts or monsters, but their attitude towards Han Fei did improve considerably.

Staring at the pile of crumpled papers, Han Fei casually picked one up and tore it open. He felt that the symbols on it looked familiar, but when he was about to tear open another one, his mood score began to plummet.

His heart was pounding in his chest. Han Fei hurriedly tore open the paper slips. When he tore open the tenth one, he suddenly saw a blackened and smelly arm sticking out from the pile of paper!

Without hesitation, Han Fei grabbed at that hand!

But when his arm fell, he only managed to grab a handful of scraps of paper.

A series of "thumping" sounds inexplicably came from inside the room, as if a person was being hung up and her body was swinging back and forth, with the tips of her shoes constantly hitting the windowpane.

"The sound is right next to me!"

Han Fei's mood plummeted, and he was having trouble breathing. Just as he was about to lose his balance, the balding man caught his arm and pulled him out of the bathroom.

"I know you're exhausted after working the night shift. Go back and rest. We'll change the locks on this room as soon as possible."

Without saying a word, the landlord and his wife took Han Fei back to his own room and then left in a hurry.

Lying on the bed, Han Fei's mood finally stabilized. He wanted to explore the truth, but he was too tired.

Slowly closing his eyes, Han Fei fell asleep in his memory world for the first time.

(End of this chapter)