My Healing Games

Chapter 487 Guest Room Service in the Deep World (4000 views, requesting monthly votes)
Han Fei had already spent three hours in the deep world. He only needed to complete one task to exit the game. With his neighbors by his side, he wasn't too panicked.

Since obtaining the personality fragment of the shrine's owner, Han Fei has indeed become more confident.

This confidence has nothing to do with strength; it is an aura that permeates the soul, an unspeakable gift.

Han Fei hasn't yet figured out what the use of the personality fragments is. He just feels that his mood has improved a lot recently, and it seems that some of the missing parts of his heart are slowly being repaired, and his personality is gradually becoming more complete.

“Hatred and strong resentment will be detected instantly if they enter other areas. I don’t want to break ties with the plastic surgery hospital yet, so let’s just go there with the few of us this time.”

Han Fei and Xu Qin stood together, and he began to assign various tasks to the neighbors.

Someone went to the department store to transport goods, drawing power from those goods to improve himself, and incidentally told the Mirror God and Wang Ping'an about things.

Some owners choose to remain in the abandoned building to prevent outsiders from causing trouble.

The last remaining people will infiltrate the plastic surgery hospital area with Han Fei to investigate the truth.

In fact, Han Fei is the least likely to be exposed among all of them. His soul is passively shrouded in mist by the shrine, and even the unspeakable cannot see the secrets hidden in his soul. In addition, the beast-face mask itself has a concealment function. With this double insurance, as long as Han Fei does not take the initiative to show himself, it is really difficult for others to discover his existence.

With absolute stealth, several passive abilities that boost speed, and an extreme upgrade path that allocates all points to stamina, Han Fei has already gained a certain degree of self-protection in the Deep World.

"There is only one Class E building in the plastic surgery hospital area, which is the abandoned hospital located in the very center of the area. We will not consider that for the time being. Tonight's main target is this residential area connected to the dead building."

Han Fei memorized the map Fu Sheng had carved on the wall. To make it easier for the neighbors to understand, he drew all the buildings in the plastic surgery hospital area that needed attention directly on the ground: "Generally speaking, the plastic surgery hospital is smaller than the dead building, but it harbors at least three vengeful spirits, so we absolutely cannot be careless. We will investigate step by step. If we encounter like-minded friends, we can try to recruit them into our team. If we encounter stubborn enemies, we will simply devour them and make them our allies. In short, we should not waste anyone we meet; every encounter is an opportunity."

Han Fei's words were unanimously agreed upon: the Dead Tower was able to grow and thrive because of its enthusiasm and love of making friends.

After giving his instructions to everyone, Han Fei set off.

Yinglong, Lizai, Ku, and Yingyue entered the spirit altar, with Xu Qin following beside him. Together they walked out of the mist and entered the twisted and eerie complex of buildings before them.

"Sister, thank you for the flesh and paper figures. Without them, I would never have been able to get out of the shrine."

In a corner of the city shrouded in darkness, beside a row of twisted buildings, only Han Fei and Xu Qin walked forward in the shadows.

"No need for thanks. The fact that you enjoy the meat I cook is what makes me happiest." Xu Qin's pale skin was marked with curses. She herself was a special being formed from countless curses. Once the seal was broken with thirteen kitchen knives, she could unleash power comparable to a large-scale vengeful spirit.

"The curse marks on your body seem to have deepened." Han Fei moved closer to Xu Qin. She wasn't wearing any perfume, but she exuded a peculiar fleshy scent that had a terrifying yet deadly allure.

"It's probably because I've absorbed too many curses lately."

"Integrated into a curse?"

“My way of overcoming hatred is different from ordinary resentment; I need to collect the curses of a thousand women.” Xu Qin said this very calmly: “If I can collect ten thousand different curses from women, I might become the purest, most unspeakable curse.”

"Let's forget about it, things are fine as they are now." Xu Qin's method of increasing her strength was too terrifying. Han Fei still remembered how Xu Qin lost control in Animal Alley. At that time, Xu Qin only had a few hundred curses within her. If Xu Qin, who had obtained thousands of curses, suddenly lost control, no one would be able to stop her.

“It’s not bad now, but if I want to keep this relatively good time, I have to keep incorporating more curses.” The curses in Xu Qin’s eyes were burning, and her scarlet eyes looked at the distorted street: “I’ve wanted to come to this area of ​​the plastic surgery hospital for a long time. It hides many curses that I want, as well as countless people’s pursuit of beauty. That twisted desire is the best ingredient for me.”

Looking at Xu Qin's flawless, slender fingers, Han Fei felt he needed to improve his strength as soon as possible.

After all, he also bears some responsibility for the neighbor's older sister's crazy attempt to devour ten thousand curses.

Concealing their presence as they moved through the streets, Han Fei and his group finally arrived at their first target location.

"According to Haha, those wandering souls finally disappeared here." In front of us is a multi-functional commercial hotel, with eleven floors, which is already one of the tallest buildings in the plastic surgery hospital area.

"No ghosts or monsters dare to approach, so there might be a large vengeful spirit inside this building."

If a ghost with power approaching the level of hatred enters the cosmetic surgery area, it might immediately attract hatred. To be on the safe side, Han Fei had Zhuang Wen stay in the mist on one side of the Dead Building. If they encounter danger, Zhuang Wen will come over immediately.

After observing the entrance for a while, Han Fei and Xu Qin went around to the side entrance of the hotel.

"Those players really know how to hide. It's fine to stay in a hotel in an unfamiliar city, but do they dare to just stay in any hotel in the Deep World?"

Upon inspection of the side door, there were obvious signs of damage, and the lock had fallen to the ground, all of which seemed to indicate that the person who broke the lock had not gone far.

"Not bad, they knew to use the side door, not too reckless."

Pushing open the door, a cold wind blew in, and Han Jun entered the building.

"I've never stayed in a high-end hotel before. I never imagined that my first time entering such a star-rated hotel would be in the underworld." Han Fei looked at the rather luxurious decor around him and didn't dare to stray too far from Xu Qin.

"I never imagined that my first time entering a hotel would be with you." Xu Qin's full lips parted slightly, revealing a smile.

Han Fei felt that Xu Qin's words seemed to have another meaning, but he didn't have time to think about it. He directly took out the Rebirth Knife from his inventory and said, "Be careful."

The hotel has eleven floors, each with many rooms. Han Fei didn't know where the group of players might be hiding; they might have already finished playing.

Slowly moving forward, Han Fei found a map showing the interior of the hotel next to the emergency exit.

This hotel is called Mandarin Garden, an innovative art hotel. The first floor is the hotel lobby, the second floor has three banquet halls, the third floor has a buffet restaurant and an art-infused restaurant, the guest rooms are on the fourth to ninth floors, and the tenth and eleventh floors are art exhibitions.

The hotel's interior is decorated with an artistic flair, featuring various oil paintings and landscape photographs on the walls, along with a lot of information about the hotel's owner.

It's clear that the hotel owner is a very talented and narcissistic person. He has placed his photos and works in many places, usually with a lot of text next to them to introduce them.

Han Fei didn't see anything wrong with these things. He and Xu Qin pushed open the door to the emergency exit. Just as they were about to walk down the stairs, the indicator lights of the two elevators in the hotel lobby suddenly lit up, as if someone was taking the elevator down.

"Is the elevator still working properly?" Han Fei was very wary of the elevator in the deep world. Those sealed metal boxes perfectly met the various needs of ghosts and monsters to kill.

Not long after, the elevator doors opened on the first floor.

The elevator was empty. After a moment, the elevator doors closed automatically and started moving upwards again.

Apart from the elevator, Han Fei found nothing on the first floor, so he took Xu Qin upstairs.

In star-rated hotels like this, guests usually take the elevator, and the emergency exits are only used in special circumstances. There shouldn't be many people using them on weekdays.

This would normally be the case, but Han Fei found various shoe prints and traces of heavy objects being dragged in the safety passage.

As Han Fei climbed higher, he was originally going to check out the banquet hall on the second floor, but he found a very strange book at the junction of the second and third floors.

How to manage the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?

To Han Fei's even greater surprise, upon opening the book, he discovered it was actually a skill book titled "Perfect Life."

"It must have been left by those players. What kind of players have gotten in here? And why are they learning these kinds of skills?"

Han Fei stopped when he turned to the fifth page; the latter half of the book was stained with blood.

Continuing up the stairs, the steps were covered with all sorts of random things, as if some player, in a moment of extreme panic, had thrown everything in their inventory out as if it were a weapon.

Looking at the pots, pans, and various vegetables scattered on the ground, Han Fei felt that at least one of the players who came in this time was a purely casual player.

When they play "Perfect Life," they just run around the map to see the scenery, cook, grow flowers, build houses, and so on.

"Looks like they had a really exciting night."

If throwing pots and pans could scare away ghosts, then Han Fei wouldn't be working so hard. He walked past the pile of household items and went straight to the fourth floor.

"The clutter ends here. Are those players hiding on this floor?" Han Fei pushed open the door to the emergency exit. Before he even stepped inside, he saw a person standing at the end of the opposite corridor.

The distance was too far and the light was too dim, so Han Fei could only see a blurry outline.

He blinked, and the figure seemed to become clearer, and the distance between him and the other person seemed to have shortened considerably.

Gripping the hilt of the butcher's knife, Han Fei prepared for battle, but the figure vanished down the corridor.

"Did it enter a room?"

As Han Fei walked forward, he noticed that the paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor were different from those outside. They had become bloody and cruel, and the scenes in the paintings seemed to be continuous, as if they were telling a very terrifying story together.

"In the first oil painting, a tour group arrives at the hotel. The five people are chatting and laughing happily. But starting from the second painting, the style completely changes. The number of people in the painting gradually decreases, and the picture is gradually filled with blood. It seems that they are killing each other."

As Han Fei walked, he stopped outside room 404. There were several words written in blood on the door of this guest room: "Don't stay in the room at the end of the corridor!"

Perhaps the dead building left such a deep impression on Han Fei that he now pays special attention to all rooms numbered with the number 4.

Han Fei tried to push the door open, only to find that the lock had been broken, and he easily entered room 404.

The terrifying scene he had imagined did not appear. There were no corpses on the floor, nor was there any stench of death in the room. What caught Han Fei's attention were the self-heating hot pot on the table and the playing cards thrown on the bed.

"Did they come here for vacation?"

Just as Han Fei was about to leave, the phone in the room suddenly rang.

In the dead silence, the ringing of the telephone was somewhat frightening.

To prevent the ringing from attracting more ghosts, Han Fei answered the phone without thinking twice.

The static was a bit harsh, and the sound from the other end of the microphone was like meat being ground, so it wasn't very clear. After about ten seconds, a woman finally spoke: "Hello, is this room service you requested?"

Before Han Fei could speak, a system notification appeared in his mind: "Player No. 0000, please note! You have successfully triggered an F-level ordinary mission - Special Room Service."

"Special Room Service (F-level): The Mandarin Oriental Hotel, located near the plastic surgery hospital, offers a special room service that has yet to receive a negative review from any guest."

"Task requirement: Please figure out the contents of room service within ninety minutes."

After the system notification sounded, Han Fei was slightly disappointed; this mission was just an ordinary F-level mission.

"It's okay, I can quit freely after I finish this task." Thinking of this, Han Fei became enthusiastic. He picked up the microphone and started communicating with the hotel staff on the other end: "What services do you offer here? I want the most special one."

"Hello, is this the room service you requested?" The woman on the other end of the phone seemed to only know this one sentence.

After a minute of fruitless communication, Han Fei realized he couldn't get any information out of the other party, so he simply said into the phone, "I ordered room service. Please start arranging it immediately."

After Han Fei agreed, the call was immediately disconnected.

"This kind of service attitude and you still have zero negative reviews? Did they kill all the customers they served?" Han Fei turned his head and saw Xu Qin sitting on the hotel bed. Her bright red coat and the white sheets created a stark contrast: "A man and a woman alone, in a hotel, late at night, this is a bit strange."

Han Fei got up and walked to the desk. Just as he was about to sit down, the doorbell of room 404 suddenly rang, and a waiter appeared at the door pushing a cart full of toiletries.

(End of this chapter)