My Healing Games

Chapter 446 The Hand That Pushed Him into the Abyss
Snake Brother has joined forces with Han Fei, and they won't send Han Fei away, but Han Fei still hasn't received a notification that the mission is complete.

"Even if I don't leave with Wang Quan, the mission still failed? Could something else happen next?"

It seems that nothing truly related to the mission has happened yet, and Han Fei must remain vigilant at all times. However, he has not slept a wink all night, and if he doesn't sleep soon, his physical condition will begin to deteriorate, making him increasingly weak.

It was definitely impossible for him to go home and rest now, so Han Fei decided to make do with the teahouse for the time being.

"Don't be impatient, the person you're looking for will be brought here soon." Snake Brother was an old hand after all. He moved the Zhou Yi on the table to prevent Wang Quan's blood from splattering on it: "I won't leave until your father is found. This is my way of showing my sincerity."

Snake Brother was willing to be a hostage. He had the male waiter drag the two thugs who had been crippled by Han Fei out, and then he continued to drink tea and read books.

Han Fei tore off Wang Quan's outer garment, stuffed it into his mouth, tied him to the side, and then lay down in the corner with his eyes closed to rest.

The private room in the teahouse fell silent, with only Wang Quan's painful breathing remaining.

Li Long and Li Hu thought Han Fei was really bold, daring to go to sleep under such circumstances, and the two brothers had wry smiles on their faces.

Snake looked at Han Fei with a meaningful gaze, feeling that Han Fei was testing him in this way.

"So young, yet so bold."

Han Fei was exhausted. He had only planned to rest for a while, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he was overcome with sleepiness and fell asleep immediately.

"Even if your heart stops beating, you can live here, live here forever..."

A muffled voice suddenly rang out; it was standing right in front of Han Fei, but he couldn't touch him.

Han Fei tried to communicate with the other party, but he found himself unable to speak.

He looked around in panic, feeling as if he were trapped inside a black box.

"If you become me, you will be left here forever..."

As a feeling of suffocation washed over him, Han Fei felt the black boxes around him slowly shrinking, his memories and soul being constantly squeezed.

The feeling was incredibly unbearable. Han Fei began to struggle desperately, but the more he struggled, the faster the box shrank, until finally Han Fei's body was squeezed out of shape by the box, and his soul slowly transformed into something else.

After his body was completely transformed, Han Fei discovered that he had become a statue in a shrine, shrouded in sin and with blood on his feet.

"A gradual change, a step-by-step slide into hell, ultimately becoming the master of the shrine?"

The moment the feeling of suffocation disappeared, Han Fei also woke up. He suddenly opened his eyes, startling Wang Quan who was next to him.

"I...I didn't do anything!"

"Your breathing is too loud." Han Fei resisted the urge to kick the other person, glanced at the clock on the wall, and felt that not much time had passed, but he had actually slept for almost four hours.

Hearing the noise, Li Long and Li Hu also woke up. Only Snake Brother was observing Han Fei in the whole room. He had met many people in his life, but he had never met anyone like Han Fei before.

Noisy footsteps came from downstairs, and a moment later, two burly men dragged a middle-aged man who smelled bad upstairs.

"Brother Snake, we've found the person."

The door to the private room was pushed open, and two burly men threw the middle-aged man to the ground.

When Han Fei saw the man's face, an inexplicable rage surged within him. It was as if a memory was constantly urging Han Fei to kill this man.

Hatred is no longer a simple way to describe that feeling; it was a pain that seeped into the very marrow of one's bones.

"Why did the original owner of the shrine hate his father so much? What exactly happened between them?"

The dream he just had seemed to be a hint; Han Fei felt that a turning point was about to arrive.

The middle-aged man initially appeared timid and hesitant, but his expression slowly changed upon seeing Han Fei: "Did you send them to find me? You little beast, are you trying to kill your father?!"

Hearing the man's voice stirred up a bad memory in Han Fei's mind. The man's voice seemed to be tinged with drunkenness and bloodshot veins, and he seemed to habitually swing his fist every time he spoke.

Han Fei's body began to tremble slightly. He was surprised to find that he was unable to suppress the memories in his mind.

"How intense is this hatred?"

The middle-aged man was completely unaware of the danger. He rubbed his wrist, which had been bruised by Snake Brother's men, and wanted to curse Han Fei, but he didn't dare. In the end, he could only mutter under his breath.

Seeing the man's state, Han Fei walked step by step in front of him, trying his best to suppress his anger, and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Where's the money?"

"what money?"

"Money for my mother's medical treatment."

"I already told you I didn't see it! Why do you insist that I took it? The apartment building is so messy, it must have been those poor neighbors who stole it!" The man didn't care about Han Fei's opinion. He racked his brains to make up this story, seemingly just to fool Brother Snake and the burly man next to him.

Han Fei's fingers began to clench uncontrollably. The male waiter next to him, who had seen Han Fei clench his fists before, kindly reminded the middle-aged man, "Just confess honestly, or you'll suffer later."

"Brothers, you must have misunderstood." The middle-aged man's eyes darted around. "Is this kid in debt to you loan sharks? Can't he pay it back, so he's dragging me into this mess?"

The male waiter neither confirmed nor denied it.

The middle-aged man became furious upon seeing this: "You little beast, who gave you the audacity to come here and borrow money at exorbitant interest rates? It's all about the son paying for the father's debts. You unfilial brat, you owe money and you expect your father to pay it off for you?"

Han Fei clenched and unclenched his fists, suppressing the anger brought on by that memory, and simply repeated those two words: "Where's the money?"

"You still dare to ask me for money? I raised you with all my hard work, and you're such an ingrate!" The middle-aged man didn't dare to get angry at Brother Snake, so he vented all his resentment on Han Fei.

Hatred and anger swirled in his mind, causing Han Fei's mood to plummet. He took a deep breath and asked, "I'll ask you one last time, where did you hide the donations everyone raised?"

"I didn't take it! You little beast! You're just as difficult as your mother..."

"Snapped!"

With his anger boiling over, the moment Han Fei gave up suppressing himself, his leg swept directly toward the middle-aged man's head.

If a middle-aged man were to be struck by this full-force kick, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Han Fei never expected that the memory in his mind that did not belong to him would have such a great impact on him.

To avoid an irreparable tragedy, Han Fei reacted at the last moment and glanced at the wooden table next to the man.

Wood chips flew past the man's eyes, a table leg was broken off by Han Fei, and blood began to flow from his calf.

The private room fell silent instantly.

"That's the money she's waiting for to save her life. Has your heart completely rotted?" Han Fei didn't think; it seemed that the original owner of the shrine had said similar things.

The middle-aged man was terrified. He sat on the ground, instinctively covering his face with his hands where he had been scratched by sawdust, and muttered, "She has a terminal illness. No amount of money will help. Rather than waste it, it's better to..."

Sensing Han Fei's sharp gaze, the middle-aged man dared not continue speaking.

After a long while, he realized he couldn't back down, and finally gave in: "There's still a large portion of that money left unspent. I've hidden it, and I can take you to get it."

Looking at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, seeing his weak and pitiful appearance, the anger in Han Fei's heart that did not belong to him slowly subsided. Even at this moment, the master of the shrine still regarded the other party as his father. If possible, he hoped that his father could correct his mistakes, and he was willing to give his father this chance.

Feeling the memory in his mind, Han Fei decided to respect the other party's choice. He stared coldly at the shrine owner's biological father.

The man got up from the ground, covered his face, and dared not speak again. He silently walked outside the room.

The shrine's owner's memories were influencing Han Fei, and the influence would become stronger each time he woke up. Han Fei didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

After the middle-aged man left the room, Han Fei did not move. He sighed deeply and then walked up to Snake Brother.

Why don't you go out with your father?

“I didn’t see a trace of guilt or sadness on his face.” Han Fei looked at Wang Quan beside him: “We detained those lunatics, but they haven’t come to ask for our people back in four hours, which means they must have another plan. This plan is to make me leave your territory, let down my guard, and separate from you.”

"I thought you were blinded by anger."

"It is precisely because I have considered this possibility that I am in even greater pain." Han Fei's eyes showed a hint of weariness.

"What are you talking about?" Li Hu was a little confused.

Li Long slowly came to his senses: "Those lunatics are powerful now, and they might have found a man beforehand to lure my own son out of the teahouse!"

"No way? Even tigers don't eat their own cubs..." Li Hu's face was full of surprise.

"The friend you invited is quite extraordinary." Snake Brother picked up the teapot and poured a few cups of tea into it, but the teapot was already finished.

"Since the tea is finished, let's go together." Snake Brother knew perfectly well that he never believed the shrine owner's father would repay the money. The person who understands a scoundrel best in this world is the one who is even more of a scoundrel.

He tapped the table, but even though he was quite old, his eyes were clear and sharp: "Gather everyone who can move and follow the father and son from a distance."

"Snake Bro? Are we sure we need to call everyone?"

"Of course, I've been waiting for an opportunity, and now the timing is just right."

The waiter in the teahouse gave Han Fei a quick bandage on his leg, and then he led Li Long and Li Hu downstairs first.

After leaving the teahouse, the middle-aged man's attitude improved considerably. He even took the initiative to inquire about the shrine owner's mother's condition and began to sift through his long, painful, and desperate memories to find the few beautiful moments he could find, which he then shared with Han Fei.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction. The man said he had been blinded by greed for a moment, which was why he made that decision. He said he would share the burden of life with Han Fei when he returned this time.

The man's description was wonderful, and for the current owner of the shrine, this was the best possible outcome.

Burdened by high-interest loans and having committed an accidental murder, all the pressure was driving him crazy, and he could only bear it all alone.

Although his father had a terrible temper and had made mistakes, he desperately wanted someone to help him in this situation.

There were no excessive requests, just a little support for myself.

With the simplest and most beautiful thoughts in mind, Han Fei was led into the alley by the middle-aged man. They walked through the neighborhood that was about to be demolished and wandered around for a long time until a two-story building with white paint appeared in their sight.

This place used to be a shop, but it's now abandoned.

"Reached?"

“The West District is too chaotic. I don’t dare to keep most of my money on me. I can only hide it in secluded places.” The middle-aged man quickened his pace and led Han Fei into the small building. They finally stopped at the entrance to the basement of the building.

Although it was daytime, the basement was still pitch black, with no light at all.

“I hid the money in the basement. You use your phone to light the way, and we’ll go get it together.” The middle-aged man walked towards the basement first. After taking two steps, he noticed that Han Fei was still standing there, motionless.

"Hurry up!" The man became somewhat impatient, urging Han Fei on, while Han Fei kept staring at his face, scrutinizing his every expression.

A dozen seconds later, Han Fei was disappointed; he didn't see a trace of apology on the middle-aged man's face.

"He just wanted your help to get through this difficult time. You did so many wrong things, and he still wanted to forgive you, but you didn't even give him this last chance." Han Fei stared at the dark underground passage: "I really can't believe that you were the one who pushed him into the abyss."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The money is right down there. I still have quite a bit left. That money is enough for your mother's medical treatment." The middle-aged man panicked when he saw that Han Fei hadn't moved for a long time. He spoke faster, and sweat dripped from his forehead onto the tip of his nose.

"Those locked in cages eventually become wild beasts, losing all their kindness and humanity. But if there were still the chance to be human, who would want to be a wild beast?"

Han Fei clearly remembered the mission requirements of the "Trapped Beast" mission—do not be locked in a basement without lights.

The dark basement before him was the cage that turned the owner of the shrine into a trapped beast, and also the beginning of his true depravity and madness.

Thank you, Ink-dyed Starry Night, for being the Alliance Leader!

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