My Healing Games

Chapter 506 Smile and Maniacal Laughter (4000 votes needed, please vote with monthly tickets)
Behind the mirror was a door, and the room inside was completely dark, like a heart that was about to stop beating.

The doctor stood in the doorway, surrounded by eerie smiling faces; it seemed that all the missing faces in the clinic were stored in that room.

"This door can only be entered three times each night. The face I created is hidden in the mirror. Destroy it, and the connection between everyone and it will be broken, and the innocent will be freed."

Blood-red words appeared in the mirror. The doctor first pointed to himself and was the first to enter the room behind the mirror.

The door, covered in painted faces, closed automatically after the doctor entered, and Han Fei and his neighbors all stared at it.

"Brother Youfu, do you think this doctor can be trusted? Although he is Aunt Li's husband, he's already turned into this ghost. Would he still remember things from his life?" Tie Nan was worried. "What if he secretly tries to kill us? What if he goes in beforehand to set a trap and kills us when we go in later?"

"No, he's not." Aunt Li also heard Tie Nan's voice, and she shook her head: "He's not a bad person."

If she hadn't been willing to trust doctors, Aunt Li wouldn't have searched so desperately for twenty years.

"The doctor knew that these patients would be tormented by the faceless woman after he left, so he hesitated at first. From this point of view, he really doesn't seem like a purely evil person."

Han Fei was very good at judging people. He had come into contact with many ghosts and monsters in the deeper world. Tormented by resentment and obsession, ghosts and monsters would more directly reveal their evil.

After waiting quietly for about a minute, the door, which was covered with faces, slowly opened.

The once tall doctor emerged from the house covered in blood. All the wounds on his face had reopened, and his body had become ethereal. Most importantly, a black life rope emerged from his back, biting his heart like a venomous snake, making it impossible for him to fully control himself.

Dr. Yan walked out silently, and the resentment that had enveloped the entire building seemed to dissipate somewhat. She must have paid a heavy price to leave him, but unfortunately, she still failed.

“I cannot break free from these constraints; this is my punishment.”

Blood appeared on the shards of the mirror, which the doctor then wiped away.

Seeing that he couldn't break the mirror, all the faceless monsters in the corridor became listless, and the expressions stitched together on their faces shrunk together.

There is nothing more painful than hope being ignited and then extinguished.

"Let me try." Han Fei was about to walk forward when an arm blocked his way.

"Let me see what's inside for you first." Xu Qin went into the house without waiting for Han Fei's reply.

The neighbor lady seemed worried that the doctor might do something underhanded, so she decided to go inside herself to check and see for herself before telling Han Fei all the precautions.

Among all the neighbors in Xingfu Community, Xu Qin is the most special.

She wasn't driven by resentment; she was entirely composed of curses. Many techniques that could annihilate ghosts and monsters had little effect on her.

The door closed, and the blood-red figure disappeared into the room.

Xu Qin left so decisively, without the slightest hesitation. By the time everyone realized what was happening, the door had already closed.

Aunt Li looked at Han Fei, then at the door. She gently grasped Han Fei's arm and said, "Meeting her is your good fortune. Don't let your good fortune slip away. Keep it with you and treat her well. Good fortune will turn into happiness."

After saying that, Aunt Li looked at the doctor again: "I can't quite distinguish between games and reality anymore, but I think you should still treat her well. Separation is the most painful thing in the world."

The three players thought they were in a hidden map. Little did they know that Han Fei had long since stopped treating the people of this world as NPCs.

"I see."

Xu Qin was inside for a relatively long time. Ten minutes later, a crisp sound came from inside the room, and then the door opened, and Xu Qin walked out of the room with her head down.

Blood dripped down her chin, and Han Fei rushed over. He noticed a wound on Xu Qin's otherwise perfect face.

The wound almost pierced her eye, but it began to heal slowly after she left the room.

Seeing Han Fei running straight towards her, Xu Qin raised her head, her blood making her appear even more beautiful and dangerous.

"There's an absolutely beautiful face in that mirror. Be careful not to let her steal your soul." Xu Qin gently smeared a trace of blood from the corner of her eye onto the back of Han Fei's hand.

"No, it won't happen." Han Fei looked at the bloodstains on the back of his hand: "I've already seen the most beautiful face in the world."

A giant black python crawled out from under Xu Qin's feet and then slithered to Han Fei's feet. It swayed back and forth, as if it wanted to twist itself off to entertain the two of them.

Tie Nan and Yan Tang looked at Han Fei and Xu Qin, their hearts also filled with unease: "Is it possible to play games like this? I've learned something new."

Compared to Yantang's careful consideration, Tienan was more daring. He glanced at the faceless bride in her wedding attire and was then slapped away by the faceless groom.

"I haven't said a word yet!"

Han Fei paid no attention to what was happening behind him; he only had one last chance to enter the room.

Pushing open the door, which was filled with faces, Han Fei walked into the room.

You can't see anything in the pitch-black room. As you move forward step by step, the room is much larger than you've imagined.

After walking a long way, Han Fei suddenly tripped over something.

He fell to the ground and looked in front of him, where there was a mirror embedded in the ground.

The mirror-like surface resembles a lake; when you touch it, ripples appear.

"Is this the mirror?"

Looking in the mirror, there was no stunningly beautiful face reflected, only Han Fei himself.

"Does everyone see things differently?"

Han Fei never showed a genuine smile, and sometimes he wondered what a real smile was like.

Approaching the mirror, Han Fei remembered the doctor saying that there was a smiling face he had created in the mirror.

"Perhaps I can see myself smiling through this mirror."

Han Fei couldn't control his facial muscles; he tried hard to recall happy memories and wanted to smile.

As he reminisced about the past, other things besides himself began to appear on the mirror, which were exactly the scenes in his mind.

In the dimly lit haunted house, seven pale-skinned figures sat on the sofa with Han Fei, watching the television filled with static, as if they were waiting for the New Year to arrive.

A warm little lamp was turned on, and the wooden dining table was filled with various meat dishes. Xu Qin gently licked the blood off her lips as she approached step by step.

Scattered with talismans and in a madhouse-like rented room, a boy sat on an altar, weeping. No one wanted to be his friend until Han Fei squatted down next to him, wanting to play hide-and-seek with him.

Every memory reflected in the mirror was terrifying, yet it was the most heartwarming scene in Han Fei's mind.

Sometimes he himself doesn't know whether he's gone mad or there's something wrong with the world he lives in.

He wanted to smile, to feel happy; all the joyful and pleasant memories were flooding back, but he just couldn't bring himself to truly smile.

Pleasant memories were reflected in the mirror. Completely different from Han Fei, the person in the mirror felt the warmth of those memories, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

When he laughed, the world shrouded in darkness seemed less hopeless.

Smiling faces appeared from all directions, men, women, young and old, their smiles recording their happiest moments.

Perhaps they are not at their most beautiful at this moment, but the feeling they have at this moment will continuously give them the strength to move forward.

The memory images merged into the mirrored body, and Han Fei felt as if someone had pushed him.

He leaned towards the mirror, his body falling into it as if he had fallen into a deep blue sea.

Countless memories surfaced around him, constantly drilling into his mind, and those smiling faces gradually made him lose himself.

No one can resist joy and happiness. Han Fei had been walking in the deepest despair, but at this moment he felt the happiness of everyone.

That was the emotion he lacked, an experience he had never had before.

Everyone's happiness in this world is different, and the faces inside the building represent different kinds of happiness.

Under their invasion, painful memories hide in the corners of the mind, licking their wounds, while desperate memories slowly sink, and all the bitterness and sorrow vanish.

Han Fei's mind was slowly filled with external memories. The smiling faces in his mind were pieced together again, eventually forming a woman's face.

Her face cannot be simply described as beautiful; if one had to find the most fitting description, it would be perfect.

That smiling face was etched deep into Han Fei's mind. Her smile made people feel incredibly comfortable, as if seeing her smile was the happiest thing in the world.

The warm and happy memories in Han Fei's mind were stirred and incorporated into that face. It was as if she originally belonged to Han Fei, and nothing could stop her.

The ocean of memories turned golden, its bright light so irresistible that one didn't want to resist. It gradually took over every corner of Han Fei's mind, until she saw what was hidden beneath the surface.

At the very bottom of countless despair and suffering lies a blood-red orphanage, which seems completely out of place in Han Fei's memories.

Or to put it more aptly, all of Han Fei's memories were like bubbles in the sunlight, only the orphanage was real.

The woman's smiling face showed no sign of defensiveness; she approached the building with the same warm smile as before.

Laughter rang out outside the orphanage walls, and the woman smiled as she materialized her body.

She gently pushed open the unlocked door of the orphanage, the sticky red substance on the ground making each step difficult.

She moved slowly forward, trying to bring laughter into the orphanage, but no matter how many smiling faces appeared, they would melt away instantly within the orphanage.

The woman tried her best, but only made it to the center of the courtyard. She looked at the toys prepared for the children around her, slowly squatted down, and reached out to touch the toys.

She probably wanted to find the joy left over from childhood in the toys. As long as smiles have ever existed in this world, she can use those smiles. Her talent is to manipulate everyone's emotions.

Her fingertips touched the broken wooden horse, and she saw the shocking knife marks on its belly.

There was no joy in the child's toys; instead, her hand was pricked by something.

Continuing on, with the gentlest and most harmless smile, she walked through the courtyard and arrived at the entrance of the first building of the orphanage.

She placed her hand on the black door and pushed it open with all her might.

It was a small classroom, with thirty-two schoolbags on the desks, each covered with vibrant spider lilies.

The children's laughter filled the classroom, and the woman smiled along with them. She slowly backed away, but the door behind her, which had been open, was now closed.

The laughter of the children in the classroom gradually spiraled out of control, turning from joy and happiness into utter madness.

A series of hysterical laughs merged together, and by the time the woman realized what was happening, her smiling face had already been grabbed by a hand.

Five bloodstained fingers pressed against the most perfect smile in the world.

Without any sympathy or pity, that hand seemed to have grabbed a piece of scrap paper and tore that perfect smile to shreds.

Warm laughter drifted in all directions, and smiling faces, like a flock of startled birds, frantically rushed towards the orphanage, but none of them could leave.

Among the smiling faces, one woman's face opened her eyes. Her gaze was completely different from the others—cold, terrifying, and filled with boundless hatred.

With a smile on her lips, she rushed straight to the classroom window the moment she opened her eyes.

The scenery outside the window drew closer and closer, and the hatred in her eyes began to burn.

Hope was within reach, but at that moment a spider lily pierced her cheek and left the classroom in her place.

The slender petals slowly drifted down, and drops of blood seeped into the red soil.

A hideous wound now marred the woman's otherwise perfect face, the cracks spreading outwards.

A scream filled with hatred rang out in the classroom, only to be grabbed and torn to pieces.

Hysterical laughter echoed through the orphanage; the happy memories were carelessly tossed onto a schoolbag by the owner of the laughter.

Those spider lilies were picked from this backpack. There were no other words on the backpack, only a number—031.

The woman's face was completely absorbed by the flowers on the schoolbag, and the remaining memories turned into a gust of wind that blew out of the window.

It blew across the blood-red building and stirred the petals on the ground.

Before the winds of memory faded, a blood-stained petal was blown over the high walls of the orphanage.

The moment the petals left the orphanage, a memory that Han Fei had never had before flashed into his mind.

It was a memory completely covered in blood, without any specific images, only a sound etched into the soul.

"This is the most disastrous misjudgment ever! Everything related to Crimson Night must be banned!"

"Should we tell Fu Sheng about these things?"

“If my brother knew about this, he would definitely stop us.”

"And what about the only surviving child?"

"Take him back and get rid of him as soon as possible."

The sound ended, and Han Fei opened his eyes. He found himself lying on the floor of a room, surrounded by shards of mirror.

"Attention player number 0000! You have completed the F-rank hidden quest 'Mirror Clinic' and successfully found your smiling reflection in the mirror. You have gained three skill points."

"Since you not only found the target but also successfully killed them, you will receive double experience and the highest-level hidden mission reward—the Smiling Mask."

"Smiling Mask (F-grade unique item): Reduces charm by 3, increases luck by 1. People who smile a lot are usually lucky."

"Attention! This mask hides a face full of hatred. Collect all five masks and you will receive an E-rank special item."

(End of this chapter)