My Healing Games

Chapter 502 Am I really not funny? (Seeking monthly votes)
The woman on the television screen had unfocused pupils, her arms were covered in knife wounds, and her hair was disheveled, as if she were sleepwalking.

Even more terrifying, right next to the woman on the double bed, her husband was still fast asleep, seemingly unaware of anything amiss.

"Is this surveillance footage? The couple in the video are still alive. It must have been filmed some time ago." Tie Nan stared at the horrifying scene in the video. His closest bedmate would get out of bed every night and stand in the room with a knife. Just thinking about the terrifying scene sent chills down his spine.

"Don't speak, just keep reading."

The woman kept repeating the same sentence, but there was only herself in the mirror. It seemed that if she wanted to hurt the person in the mirror, she could only hurt herself first.

The video finished playing quickly, and Yantang opened the cabinet under the TV and found a cardboard box sealed with tape.

Tearing open the cardboard box, inside were many old videotapes and a tattered diary.

Opening the crumpled diary, the words written on the first page were somewhat frightening.

"I feel like my wife wants to kill me."

“Every morning when I wake up, I find that the knives in my house have been moved. It can’t be that a thief broke in, because only the knives have been moved.”

“My wife has become a bit strange since she had plastic surgery. She looks better and her personality has become gentler, but I always feel that the way she looks at me has become unfamiliar and creepy.”

“We are the most familiar bed partners, but she looks at me as if I were a stranger. I can feel the disgust deep in her eyes, even though we used to be so happy and loving.”

"I must find out the reason, and I must bring my wife back!"

As he continued flipping through the pages of the man's diary, the contents became increasingly desperate.

"Brother, you are my only family. If you see this diary, I am probably no longer here."

“It seems like another person has moved into your sister-in-law’s body. I secretly installed surveillance cameras at home and saw her walking around the house with a knife every night.”

“That shouldn’t be sleepwalking. She clearly remembers where the knife was placed. After getting the knife, she would check if I was really asleep before walking to the mirror.”

"I really can't understand what she's doing. It seems like she's talking to the mirror? Is she trying to kill her reflection?"

Each page of the diary contained different entries, and Han Fei grew increasingly desperate. He flipped through the pages to the very end in one go.

On the last page of the diary, only three words were written.

"who are you?"

These three characters are different from the previous text; they weren't written by the husband, but rather seem to have been left by the wife.

Staring at the three words, Han Fei felt as if he were being watched, as if a voice was asking him these questions.

The woman on the television screen had gone mad, constantly brandishing a knife in front of her. Sometimes she would hysterically swing the knife at the mirror, and other times she would sit quietly and indifferently in front of the dressing table, as if she were two completely different people.

“She’s probably possessed by the ghost in the mirror. She’s fighting with the ghost for control of her body,” Yan Tang said with experience. “I’ve seen many ghost movies. These kinds of ghosts are usually the hardest to deal with. They don’t have a physical body, but they slowly break down the living on a mental level.”

"A mental confrontation?" Han Fei had an extremely strong will and could completely resist the interference of that voice, but he allowed it to enter his mind without any defense: "I like mental confrontations."

"Why?" Yan Tang was a little confused. He quietly pointed at Aunt Li and said, "Don't be careless. Look at Aunt Li's current state. She's already a bit possessed. If we're not careful, we might get dragged into the mirror by those ghosts and die without even knowing how."

"That makes sense. Say a few more words." Han Fei finally discovered the correct way to use Yan Tang's talent. He looked at Yan Tang expectantly, hoping to use her daydream talent to trick the ghost in the mirror into his mind. Back in the Death Tower, the butterfly's last remaining consciousness wanted to occupy Han Fei's mind, but was killed by Han Fei in the Blood Orphanage.

Han Fei dies when his health reaches zero, making him very easy to kill. However, taking over his body and reborn within it is a much more difficult task.

He wasn't afraid of others playing dirty tricks, nor was he afraid of others prying into his memories. In fact, he didn't even understand which of his past memories were real and which were fake.

When someone becomes ruthless, they can even deceive themselves; that's probably the best way to describe his situation.

"If you can talk, then say a few more words. Yantang, now is your time to shine."

Without going into further detail, Han Fei watched the video and, feeling unsatisfied, used the Rebirth Knife to remove the bedroom door and then sat down in front of the dressing table.

He sat facing the mirror, just like the woman in the video.

Because the door was removed, the video playing on the living room TV can be seen in the mirror.

This hardcore, immersive ghost story scared all three players.

"Brother, are you sure? I really think that ghost might crawl into your brain and fight you for control of your body. Judging from the situation, there's an 80% chance she'll attack you." Yan Tang smiled bitterly. As a player with an initial brainpower of nine points, he couldn't even understand Han Fei's actions.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Tie Nan also spoke up. Even a fool knows that in horror movies, the person who least believes in the superstition is the first to die.

While the two players were trying to persuade him, Han Fei looked at himself in the mirror with a smile on his face.

"who are you?"

The woman's voice came over and over again in the video. The TV was in the living room, but those words seemed to be ringing in Han Fei's ears.

Without offering any resistance, Han Fei relaxed his mind and body, just like enjoying a relaxing spa while sitting in a massage chair.

Gradually, perhaps because Yan Tang's words had an effect, Han Fei saw himself in the mirror and began to smile.

As an actor with masterful acting skills, he understands the meaning of every micro-expression. The smile he sees in the mirror is genuine, unlike a performed smile, and it contains a kind of pride that he dares not easily reveal.

"Laugh, laugh even more heartily."

The task requires Han Fei to find his smiling reflection in a mirror. He doesn't know how to find the ghost, so he wants to try and see if he can make the ghost in the mirror laugh.

Comedy is Han Fei's forte, and what he loves most is seeing people's smiles.

Whether to kill or not doesn't matter. Let's complete the task first, get the reward, and then consider which neighbor to feed.

Why is Brother Youfu smiling?

"Is he possessed by a ghost?" Tie Nan took out his boxing gloves. He used to want to learn Han Fei's game strategy, but now he felt that he might not be suitable to be a professional gamer.

Yantang and Tienan were both looking at Han Fei. Aunt Li was also paying attention to Han Fei at first, but her head suddenly shook slightly a few times, her left pupil trembled, and then she slowly looked at the open living room door, as if a force wanted to drive her away.

Aunt Li slowly turned around and stood in the center of the living room.

Under Yan Tang's constant persuasion and "curse," some extremely terrible things really did happen.

The woman's voice entered Han Fei's ears and mingled into his memory, causing some unfamiliar images to appear.

Han Fei saw a woman sitting in front of a mirror, tearing at her face repeatedly; one side of her face was crying, and the other side was laughing.

No one knows what she went through; all that can be seen is that she is currently enduring immense pain.

Her fingernails scratched her face, and her well-maintained skin began to bleed in multiple places, but it seemed that the mental anguish was more unbearable than the physical pain.

After her fingernails were ripped off, the distraught woman grabbed a sharp knife from the table and stabbed herself in half her face.

A sharp pain shot through Han Fei's mind, but he only gritted his teeth slightly.

The woman in his memory began to disfigure her face, and Han Fei's reflection in the mirror also began to slowly change.

Half of his face looked like it was frozen and cracked, with numerous gaps and wounds spreading across his left cheek. In the mirror, he began to lean forward.

As the figure in the mirror drew closer to Han Fei, the painful memories of that woman flooded his mind.

The face of the figure in the mirror finally pressed against the mirror surface. It wasn't Han Fei's face at all, but a woman's disfigured face.

Half of her face was covered in scars, the other half was twisted and grotesque. The smile on her face was gone, replaced by pure madness and hatred for revenge.

All the memories began to weep, and as pain swept through Han Fei's body, the woman's face emerged from the mirror!
She got closer and closer to Han Fei's face, and just as she was about to disappear into his face, Han Fei's eyes, which had been vacant, suddenly focused.

He stared at the grotesquely distorted face before him, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Why aren't you laughing? Is it because I'm really not funny?

The disfigured face stopped in front of Han Fei, its scarlet eyes blinking twice.

"Touching the secrets deep within the soul."

Raising his hands to catch the woman's head, Han Fei used himself as a fulcrum to throw her backward!

"Oh!"

The woman overturned along with her dressing table, shattering various cosmetics all over the floor, leaving the three players in the living room completely dumbfounded.

This scene will likely be etched in my memory for a lifetime.

The blade flashed, and the disfigured woman fell to the ground, never to rise again. Instead, a faint light appeared in the Rebirth Blade.

"You are not the ghost I am looking for." Han Fei's memories of the woman vanished without a trace. The fragments of her memories couldn't even fill his mind, let alone penetrate its depths.

I lifted the dressing table off the floor. The mirror was covered in cracks, and besides the cracks, there were three blood-red characters: Who are you?

The sound in my ears hadn't dissipated, and the real ghost in the mirror hadn't been killed yet.

"It seems the most terrifying ghost isn't in this room."

Han Fei walked towards the living room and patted the stunned Yan Tang: "Don't stop, continue your analysis!"

(End of this chapter)