My Healing Games

Chapter 500 Mirror Clinic (6000 views, please vote!)
When the man in black first started telling the story, no one paid much attention; they just treated it as a story.

But as he continued speaking, everyone's eyes were drawn to him.

Some things seem to be better left unsaid at night; the more you say them, the more they seem to come true.

"My wife is looking in the mirror, but the person in the mirror is not her."

“I was right next to her at the time, and I can’t tell you the fear I felt. I was completely stunned at that moment, and by the time I came to my senses, my wife had already returned to normal.”

“My wife is five years older than me, but she looks younger than me. I used to think her face was incredibly beautiful, but from that day on, the more I looked at her face, the more unfamiliar and terrifying she seemed.”

“The longer you look at anything, the more familiar it becomes, but my wife’s face was the opposite. Fear was tormenting me, and my wife noticed my unease.”

"She seemed unaware of her abnormality, and at my suggestion, we decided together to get another face transplant to restore her original appearance."

“I went back to the hospital myself to prepare everything for her, but the surgery failed and her face was injured. She can only wear bandages every day.”

“My wife started acting increasingly strangely. She kept stuffing things under the gauze and often locked herself in the room alone.”

"At that time, I didn't care what she looked like anymore. I just wanted to live a good and peaceful life with her. No matter what her face looked like, I would stay with her."

“When she was in pain, I tried my best to cheer her up, cooked her delicious food, and took her shopping for all sorts of things, but she became more and more indifferent.”

About a week later, my wife removed the bandages from her face, and do you know what I saw?

The man in black clenched his fists tightly and said, word by word, "I saw a shattered face."

"I will never forget that scene. I was so scared that I didn't dare to take a step."

"The woman sitting in front of the mirror started crying. The tears couldn't even slide down her cheeks; instead, they flowed directly into her flesh. She rushed at me like a madwoman, slashed my face with a knife, and then ran away."

"When I saw her again, she was dead. Before she died, she had disfigured her face."

Do you think this matter ends here?

"The truly terrifying part was yet to come. After my wife died, laughter kept coming from the mirror in my house. At midnight, a woman would appear in the mirror."

“I went to see a doctor, and they said I had suffered a severe shock, which caused me to hallucinate. They prescribed me a lot of medication.”

“I actively cooperated with the treatment, but it was completely useless. As long as I saw that woman in the mirror, I would be forever haunted and could never get rid of her.”

After the man in black finished speaking, his eyes were filled with suppressed pain: "Even now, I can still see her."

"Alright, everyone has heard the story." President Li clapped his hands. "That's roughly the plot. I've already sent people to those main locations he mentioned. We'll try to be 100% accurate and film right where those events took place."

Mr. Li's claim that the story is based on a true event is different from the murder case in "Twin Flowers." He doesn't pursue the truth of the matter; he only wants to recreate the atmosphere and background.

"The story is good, but the content isn't solid enough, which is where the screenwriter needs to expand on it." Director Zhang also expressed his opinion, and it was clear that he wasn't too satisfied with the story. If it weren't for the generous offer from President Li, he might have refused to take on the role.

“I’ve already set up the main framework; we’ll need to fill in the details gradually. We might need to communicate with this gentleman more.” The two screenwriters stood up to exchange contact information with the man in black. They even took out their phones, but the man in black remained unmoved.

"Brother, we'll definitely meet again in the future. Give me your phone number so we can keep in touch."

The man in black ignored the screenwriter and silently stood up: "I know you don't believe me, but you'll regret it when she actually appears."

Picking up the metal bottle on the table, the man in black looked at Xia Yilan and said, "None of you will escape when the time comes."

After saying this, the man in black put on a mask, shook off the screenwriter's hand that tried to stop him, and left.

"Could he really have a mental illness?" the screenwriter, who was about to ask for his phone number, muttered to himself. "I've been in the industry for over ten years and I've never met anyone this strange."

“It would be even better if he had a mental illness. We could then claim that our story is 100% true and even include him in a movie.” A young actor standing behind Xia Yilan tried to ease the awkward atmosphere, but after he finished speaking, no one in the room said a word.

"I'm going to the restroom." Xia Yilan didn't seem to be feeling well, so she grabbed her bag and headed outside.

After Xia Yilan left, Han Fei smiled and stood up: "You two chat first, I'll go out and take a look."

After leaving the private room, Han Fei was about to go find the man in black, but the man had disappeared without a trace.

“I should have a good talk with him, but it’s okay, I’ve memorized his face, and the police should be able to find him with their help.”

Everyone else in the private room thought the man in black was making up a story, but Han Fei felt that what the man said contained both truth and falsehood.

Immortal Pharmaceuticals does indeed want to create the perfect body and the perfect consciousness, but now both paths have gone wrong.

"The woman in the plastic surgery clinic probably represents the body, the child wearing white sneakers probably represents personality and consciousness, and now only the painter is the one I don't understand."

There are at least three people harboring hatred within the plastic surgery clinic, and Han Fei is gradually uncovering their secrets.

Unable to find the man in black, Han Fei prepared to return. As he walked to the end of the corridor, he suddenly noticed Xia Yilan standing in the corner, facing the wall and holding her phone.

The woman's phone call didn't go through, but she kept talking.

His voice was very low, and he spoke very quickly, as if he were talking to himself as if possessed.

“Kill him, you must kill him. He knows I will die, he saw the shattered face, he knows my face…”

Her lips moved, her face trembled, and Xia Yilan, who was speaking, suddenly turned her head to look behind her. Seeing that there was no one behind her, she turned back and continued to mutter in an even lower voice.

With his back against the wall, Han Fei remained silent and quietly returned to his private room.

Mr. Li has great confidence in this film and keeps making promises to everyone. Director Zhang has also begun to communicate and discuss some details with the screenwriter.

"Han Fei, come here! Sit over here." President Li was very enthusiastic: "What do you think this movie will be like? If you decide to participate, I've already prepared the contract; you'll be the lead!"

"I'm really interested. Once the script is out, I can participate." Han Fei mainly wanted to see what the woman in the mirror actually looked like. Following these reckless people, the probability of witnessing abnormal phenomena was also higher. If something really went wrong, he would have colleagues to share the pressure.

Upon seeing that Han Fei had agreed to star in the film, President Li was even happier and downed several mouthfuls of wine.

"It's getting late. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now." Han Fei said with a smile after saying goodbye to Director Zhang, and then left.

As the door to the private room opened, Xia Yilan walked in. She was startled to see Han Fei: "You're leaving so early? You have other activities tonight? Aren't you coming along?"

"I have something to do tonight." Han Fei is a breath of fresh air in the entertainment industry. He is a man who has been abandoned by paparazzi and gossip reporters. He spends his days either acting or playing games at home. He never goes out after 10:30 p.m. Even middle school students these days are not as obedient as him.

"Don't always be so reserved. Enjoy the nightlife while you're young." Xia Yilan took the opportunity of entering the room to walk towards Han Fei, but Han Fei politely stepped back and made way for her.

"My nightlife is already rich enough." After Xia Yilan entered the private room, Han Fei took his phone and left immediately. He had just noticed that the stench emanating from Xia Yilan seemed even stronger.

As Han Fei walked out of Baixiang Pavilion, he was about to call Li Xue when he suddenly felt someone staring at him with an unusually cold gaze.

Looking around, Han Fei spotted the man in black at the street corner; the man hadn't gone far.

"Hello."

“If you don’t want to die, you’d better not take that role.” The man in black lowered the brim of his hat. “I’m not joking, I’m not making up stories, and I’m not crazy.”

"Why did you tell me all this in private?" Han Fei was more curious about this. In the private room, the man in black had made sure that Han Fei sat next to him. He seemed very scared, and Han Fei could give him a sense of security.

"There's no reason why." The man in black turned to leave.

"Do you want me to help you?" After Han Fei finished speaking, the man in black slowly stopped. "If you watch Legal News, you'll find that I've helped many people, and you give me the same feeling as them."

The man in black turned his head again, hesitated for a long time, and finally gave Han Fei a phone number: "My name is Ugly Scar. There are some things I dare not say at night. I will tell you when it is dawn."

Seemingly afraid of being seen by more people, the man in black did not linger and quickly left, disappearing into the night.

"Dare not say it at night? Is it unspeakable?" Han Fei shook his head: "The plastic surgery hospital only harbors hatred. The reason he dares not say it at night is probably simply because he has something to hide."

After memorizing the number, Han Fei took a car back home.

There were still three players in the deep world who hadn't come out yet, and Han Fei was a little worried about them, so he went straight into the game pod before midnight.

"Players who accidentally entered the Deep World are more or less connected to Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals. Could this also be one of Fu Sheng's backup plans?"

Wearing the gaming helmet, the world in Han Fei's eyes turned into a deep red.

He opened his eyes as blood dripped down.

The dimly lit room was filled with old and worn-out furniture. Han Fei pushed open the door and saw Ku and Ying Yue sitting on the altar by the door.

She was holding a handful of black buttons that she had picked up from who-knows-where, as if she were letting Yingyue choose them.

"Do you want to help her find her eyes?" Han Fei touched the crying head and found the child, who exuded despair and gloom, quite adorable.

Leading Ku and Yingyue, Han Fei then found Feng Ziyu.

Feng Ziyu, who used to be a senior game tester, is very knowledgeable about various games. He perfectly embodied the role of an NPC and even led the security guards of the Dead Building to interact with Tie Nan and Yan Tang, enriching their gaming experience.

After confirming that the three players were safe, Han Fei received both good news and bad news.

The good news came from the Mirror God: he discovered traces of Da Nie and Bai Sinian on the top floor of the department store. The two, Da Nie and Bai Sinian, crossed the Lost Paradise, seemingly intending to return.

The bad news also came from the Mirror God. He said he sensed an unspeakable aura behind Da Nie, and he suspected that Da Nie was being held hostile by something unspeakable.

"Fortunately, I only offended one person." Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief. When he upgraded his shrine, he allowed the evil spirit to destroy other people's shrines in order to gain reputation. He definitely had to pay back this debt, unless the debtor was completely destroyed.

Donning the beast-face mask, Han Fei prepared to check on the players and find an opportunity to send the old woman away after midnight.

The Deep World is still too dangerous for Aunt Li; at her age, she can't handle too much stimulation.

With Feng Ziyu's advance notice, Han Fei and several other players had a chance encounter on the first floor of the Dead Building.

Han Fei, who possesses masterful acting skills, doesn't seem like he's been offline for a whole day at all. His eyes reveal a weariness, and his tone and voice are much worse than yesterday.

"Brother Fu! We meet again!" The three players gathered around.

"You still haven't found a way to leave?" Han Fei was somewhat surprised, but quickly understood: "That's right, with your current abilities, leaving is indeed too difficult."

"We found a lot of keys, but none of them worked. We've tried almost every door in this building, but we still can't get out." Tie Nan was somewhat desperate. Seeing Han Fei, he felt that he had embarrassed professional gamers.

“A key isn’t necessarily a key, but a key is definitely a key.” Han Fei said something he himself couldn’t understand, which seemed to be an implication. The three players fell into thought: “I just came back from the danger zone. I’ll go out again after the mission is settled. You guys stay here for now. If I have any extra keys, I’ll give them to you.”

"Can you handle playing games in such a depressing place all the time?" Yan Tang asked Han Fei with great curiosity.

"So, would you rather live in your comfort zone forever, or live a life full of unknowns?" The weariness in Han Fei's eyes faded a little, revealing a glimmer of light.

"I understand." Yan Tang looked at Han Fei with a hint of longing in her eyes. The greatest way to show respect for someone is to want to become like them.

At this time, Yan Tang had no idea that Han Fei had gone offline, sung a song, rescued a kitten, and even made it to the trending topics, and had enjoyed several delicious meals.

If he could stay in his comfort zone forever, Han Fei probably wouldn't bother to turn over. He simply had no other choice. But Yan Tang seemed to have some kind of misunderstanding and thought Han Fei was incredibly great.

"You guys stay here, I'm going outside the mist." Just as Han Fei was about to leave, Aunt Li, who was in a very bad mental state, suddenly walked up to him.

"Sister Li? Is there anything I can help you with?"

“I vaguely heard my husband’s voice. Could you take me to see him?” Aunt Li seemed to know that this request was a bit too much. She directly read out her real-life phone number: “I don’t play games, and I don’t know anything about items or treasures. I can’t give you a reward in the game, but as long as you take me to him, I can give you money in real life.”

Han Fei hadn't expected that the old lady was also a pay-to-win player. He could completely understand her feelings, but the area outside the fog was indeed too dangerous.

Dying in the deep world could mean real death, so it's best to avoid taking risks if possible.

"I'm not lying to you, my real name is Li..."

"Alright." Han Fei stopped the old lady from continuing: "Sister, you must remember, never reveal any information about your real life in the game."

"I just want you to believe me. Can you take me to see him?" Sister Li looked at Han Fei expectantly. She had been searching for her husband in real life for almost twenty years, and now that she finally had a clue, she was determined to do everything she could to seize it.

"Can you tell me how you heard his voice?" Han Fei was also very curious. The dead building area was shrouded in mist, and as the owner of the shrine, he could detect any outsiders who entered instantly.

“It seems to be related to my talent. Ever since we parted yesterday, I’ve been hearing my husband’s voice in my ears. The voice is sometimes near and sometimes far. It seems like he wants to see me too.” Aunt Li’s talent is called mourning. Her longing and emotions can be conveyed to the deceased.

"Let me think about it." Han Fei stared at Aunt Li. Her husband used to work for Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals and was also a doctor at a plastic surgery hospital. If he could bring Aunt Li's husband back into the fog, he might be able to find out all the secrets of the plastic surgery hospital through him.

"Okay, I'll take you there, but you must listen to me. It's extremely dangerous outside the mist. If you die, everything is lost." After Han Fei said this, his image in Yan Tang's mind became even more impressive, and Tie Nan also looked at Han Fei with new respect.

As a professional gamer, Tie Nan knew very well that his game account was his life, but Han Fei was willing to risk destroying his account to help a middle-aged woman who was only level 3. This person's heart is really too kind.

“It’s too dangerous for you to go alone with Auntie. I’ll go with you.” Tie Nan stepped forward, and Yan Tang also prepared to go together.

Han Fei initially wanted to refuse, but after careful consideration, he realized that Li Xue had no authority to access Yan Tang's information in the real world, suggesting that she might be hiding another identity. Tie Nan's father was a senior executive at Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals, and his introduction into the deeper world might trigger something.

Even without thinking about these things, Han Fei felt that he should train them. Only through constant training could they become his true asset.

In the shallow world, leveling up is relatively easy. Once their attributes are high enough, they might be able to transform from low-level cannon fodder into high-level cannon fodder.

"Alright, I'll take you there, but it's very dangerous outside the fog, so I need to do some preparations first." Han Fei let the three players move around freely, agreeing that they would meet again in three hours.

Taking advantage of this time, Han Fei learned all the skill books that Huang Ying had given him. Unlike the players in the shallow world, he had more skill points than he could use. He learned a few of everything, including lockpicking, diving, clothing making, skin grafting, and demolition.

Three hours later, Han Fei, carrying the spirit altar, found three players, and they once again headed towards the edge of the mist.

"The sound came from this side. I heard it very clearly. It sounded like my husband was calling for help." Aunt Li jogged along, with the others following closely behind.

They avoided the hotel they had visited the previous night and continued deeper into the area.

"Wait a moment!"

Han Fei gestured for everyone to hold their positions. He stared at a bloodstained shoe print at the crossroads, which looked like it had been left by a child.

"It's not safe here anymore. Be prepared to run towards the fog at any time."

Pulling the older woman behind him, Han Fei took out the Rebirth Knife from his pocket, and he and Xu Qin walked in front.

"We're almost there! The sound is very strong; it must be at the end of this street!" The woman was excited; she felt as if her husband had already seen her.

"The more critical the moment, the less impulsive we must be." Han Fei moved swiftly in the shadows. Before he even approached the building, his ring issued a warning.

"Even from this distance, the landlord's ring sensed a ghost?"

Slowing down, Han Fei looked at the building the old woman had mentioned, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

At the end of the street was a clinic built in a residential building. It wasn't very big, but the chill emanating from the landlord's ring was bone-chilling, as if something terrifying was hidden in that small clinic.

"The child's shoe prints have disappeared, and the white shoes didn't come this way, so it shouldn't be out of hatred."

As Han Fei approached, a system notification suddenly sounded when he reached the clinic's ground floor.

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered a special building—Mirror Clinic, successfully activating the first building on the Plastic Surgery Hospital map!"

"Mirror Clinic?" As Han Fei walked in, he quickly learned why the clinic had such a name.

Inside the small clinic, there were mirrors. Although there was no one in the clinic, there were figures standing in the mirrors, all with their backs to the mirrors, of different heights and builds.

"Did everyone in the apartment building run here?"

Stepping up the clean and tidy stairs, Han Fei first entered the clinic.

The atmosphere inside was so oppressive it was suffocating. The mirrors almost blocked all the passageways, and you had to be right next to them to walk around.

"Is this clinic specifically for treating mirror-related ailments?"

Gently touching the mirror, a cool sensation entered my mind, and the system's voice sounded again.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the F-level hidden quest - Mirror Clinic."

"When you cry in front of the mirror, the reflection in the mirror is smiling at you. It likes to see you cry, so it tries its best to make you cry. It slowly moves to the bedside and stretches out its hand from the mirror."

"Task requirement: Find the smiling version of yourself in the mirror."

(End of this chapter)