My Healing Games

Chapter 519 Old Wolf, Old Wolf, What Time Is It? (6000 Monthly Tickets Requested)
The boy held the smelly doll, his clear, clean eyes looking intently at Han Fei.

"Have you always treated her as your mother?" Han Fei had seen orphans call staff members "Mom," but it was rare for an orphan to treat a rag doll as his mother. Most of them had suffered some kind of trauma.

“She’s my mom.” The boy cutely put a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell anyone, or they’ll try to take my mom away from me. It seems like none of the other kids here can find their moms or dads.”

"Was this the doll that told you it was dangerous outside?"

“My mom has always protected me. If it weren’t for her, I might have been…” The boy suddenly covered his mouth: “My mom told me not to tell anyone.”

“Your mother is afraid you’ll be bullied, that’s why she doesn’t want you to tell the people who bully you about these things. But I just shielded you from the stone. I’m not one of the bullies; I’m your friend.” Han Fei took the boy’s hand and hid in the shadows of the wall. “Friends are family, do you understand?”

In the eyes of these children, Han Fei has a special quality. He is like the most fun-loving older brother in the neighborhood, making people want to play with him.

After hesitating for a moment, the boy seemed to have been swayed by Han Fei. He felt that what Han Fei said made sense: "There are seven different rooms in the orphanage, each with a different purpose. One of the rooms is specifically for bad kids. If you are disobedient or no one likes you, you will be locked in that room."

What kind of punishment will a child receive if they are locked in a room?

"I don't know." The boy shook his head. "The child who was locked in the room never came out again. You absolutely must not go into that room; something terrible will happen."

"Did your mother tell you all of this?" Han Fei glanced at the doll.

“Yes, Mom knows a lot about what happened in the orphanage. She also said that the most dangerous person in the orphanage is not the caregiver or social worker, nor the director or the cook, but a child who never grows up.” The boy hugged the doll’s neck: “I told you this because you’re an adult. Many people in the orphanage don’t know this secret, even the director is kept in the dark.”

"A child who never grows up? Do you even know what he looks like?"

“Mom just told me to be careful of him, but she’s not sure who he is. Anyway, you have to be careful of those little kids.” The boy hugged the woman doll and peeked outside. “Where should I hide Mom? Last time I hid her under the bed, but the caregiver found her right away. This time I need to find a safe place.”

With arms wrapped around the doll's neck, the boy was peeking out when suddenly several arms reached out from around the corner, grabbed his hair, and pulled him to the ground.

"Go ahead and run! Keep running!" Several children hid on the other side of the wall and snatched the doll from the boy's arms: "Auntie doesn't allow you to secretly keep toys, and you still dare to bring toys with you! I'm going to tell Auntie!"

"That's not a toy! It's my mom!" The boy looked at the doll that had been taken away, suddenly got up from the ground, and tried his best to ram into the leader of the boys. Unfortunately, he was too thin and weak, and before he could even touch the boy, he was stopped by the other two children and pushed to the ground.

"You bastard! You want to hit me again?" The boy in the lead grabbed the doll by the neck with both hands, as if he was about to tear the doll apart.

Unable to bear it any longer, Han Fei took out the Rebirth Blade, but just as he approached it, the system's voice rang in his mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have triggered an E-rank normal mission - The White Orphanage."

"The White Orphanage (Level E Normal Mission): Deep within this dark building lies a pure white soul."

"Task requirement one: Find the child who will never grow up."

"Task requirement two: Play at least three games with the children in the orphanage."

"Mission hint: Playing games with the children in the orphanage will increase your friendship level with them. The higher the friendship level, the greater the probability that child will appear."

"Attention! Hatred may arise in E-rank missions! Players should carefully consider whether to accept them!"

"Attention! You will receive a reward for each game you complete! The more games you complete, the richer the final reward will be!"

Han Fei pressed down the knife he had raised, and his gaze toward the group of children changed from cold to warm. The brats just needed to be taught a lesson; everyone has a childhood, right?
"I didn't expect to trigger an E-level mission. It seems this place is indeed related to those three people with hatred."

Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to grasp the arm of the leading boy, preventing him from destroying the doll.

"We're all from the same compound, how could you hit so hard?" Han Fei exerted force with both hands; with his strength of thirty, bullying a kid was no problem.

"Who are you?" The boy in the lead was the oldest among the children. He showed no fear of Han Fei, seemingly used to being arrogant. Even with his hands held by Han Fei, he still dared to shout.

"I'm a new caregiver." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, the oldest boy threw the doll in his hand to another child, who then ran far away with the doll.

"I don't care what you are! If you want that tattered rag doll, go get it yourself!" The boy laughed at Han Fei, with an expression that said, "What can you do to me?"

Staring at the other person's head, Han Fei maintained the elegance of an adult. He first covered the boy's mouth, and then slapped the boy's head hard.

"The child does not teach, the father too."

She covered her mouth to prevent the boy from making a sound. The boy was stunned; his smile froze, and his eyes were filled with a malice that shouldn't be there for someone his age.

He struggled with all his might, constantly trying to open his mouth as if he wanted to bite off Han Fei's fingers.

The boy's movements became increasingly exaggerated, and Han Fei found that his 30-year-old stamina was not enough to control the boy. To prevent being bitten, he had no choice but to push the boy away.

"You dare hit me!" The boy seemed to have been a homeless person in the past. He had a fierce personality and would bare his teeth when angry, like a stray dog ​​guarding its food.

"I just wanted to make you realize your mistake. Perhaps what I did just now should be called encouragement." Han Fei didn't want to make a big fuss. After all, there were adults in the orphanage. It was best to keep a low profile until it was absolutely necessary to take action, so as to avoid attracting hatred. "Give the doll back to that child. If you're really bored, I can play with you."

"You'll play with us?" The boy glared at Han Fei, his dark eyes gleaming with malice. "Fine, you just have to play one game with us. If you win, we'll give the doll back to him. But if you lose, you'll have to obey our orders. Whatever we tell you to do, you'll have to do."

"One game is too monotonous. How about we play three games? Best two out of three, how about that?" Han Fei made a helpless expression, as if he particularly disliked playing with children.

"Great!" The children were excited, looking at Han Fei as if he were an animal in a zoo.

"You guys can suggest what game we should play first."

"It's a very simple game. Our teacher often plays it with us. It's called 'You Do, I Learn.'" The boy pointed to his face: "You just need to do the same thing as me. If you can't, you lose."

Han Fei listened intently to the game introduction, after all, this was an E-level mission. Although ordinary missions were far less difficult than hidden missions and shrine inheritance missions, hatred could still arise in this mission.

Several children stood with Han Fei beneath the high gray wall. The boy in the lead said with a hint of provocation, "Watch closely."

His tongue slowly emerged from his mouth and then barely touched the tip of his nose.

"No more? That's it?"

Han Fei kept his hand on the Rebirth Knife in his pocket, ready to retreat at any moment, but the child did not do anything too dangerous.

"Can you do it? If you can't, you lose." The boy seemed to have already started thinking about how to torture Han Fei.

"It doesn't seem too difficult." Master-level acting skills can help Han Fei control every muscle in his face, allowing him to make the most subtle expressions. His tongue is indeed not as long as that man's, but he has the technique.

After several attempts, Han Fei finally reached out and grabbed his tongue, managing to touch the tip of his nose.

Han Fei felt a slight pain at the back of his tongue and moved it around a bit. "Does this mean I've won?"

“There are five of us in total, and you have to imitate them all!” The leading boy seemed to have planned ahead, using his numerical advantage to deal with Han Fei.

After saying that, he pushed a chubby boy next to him out. The chubby boy looked at Han Fei, made a cross-eyed face, and then one eye returned to normal while the other eye remained squeezed out of the corner of his eye.

"Why does it feel like we're playing a game with a child?" Han Fei squatted down in front of the boy, his eyes moving even more nimbly than the chubby boy's.

Seeing that Han Fei had successfully imitated two people, the oldest boy became a little anxious and pushed a particularly thin girl to the front.

The girl wanted to do a backbend and splits, but perhaps because of fear, she didn't fully lower her upper body.

The boy cursed, and he and the chubby boy together pressed down on the girl.

"Stop torturing her." Han Fei easily did a backbend and splits. As a professional actor, these basic physical training exercises posed no difficulty for him. "You have two more chances."

The boy kicked the girl who hadn't even gotten up yet away. He was no longer calm as before, and stared intently at Han Fei: "Don't be too smug. Come with me."

He gritted his teeth and said to Han Fei. Actually, when he thought about it carefully, there wasn't much of a grudge between him and Han Fei. Han Fei had only stopped him from tearing up the rag doll.

But because of this, the boy's anger surged, and his face showed no trace of childlike innocence or naivety, only pure hatred and malice.

"Could this child be the embodiment of hatred?"

Han Fei held the little boy's hand and followed him through the orphanage. They bypassed the main building and came to the side.

The boy quietly opened the wooden door in front of him, and a stench of something rotting wafted out. He led the way and ran inside.

"You will definitely lose."

The windowless room was filled with baskets of vegetables, most of which were yellowed and crawling with insects. Next to the baskets was a freezer, from which the stench wafted.

"This looks like the kitchen of an orphanage."

Several children ran to the back of the cafeteria, and the oldest child picked up a kitchen knife from the cutting board.

He snatched the doll from the child's hands and then handed him the kitchen knife.

The child shook his head repeatedly; he dared not take it.

"If you don't play, we'll play with you next time!" the oldest child threatened, trying to shove the kitchen knife into the other child's hand, scaring the child into tears and making him wave his hands frantically.

Finally, the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound that startled everyone in the room.

No one dared to move. After a few seconds, seeing that there was nothing unusual outside, the forced child turned around and ran away. He escaped.

"Coward!" the oldest child cursed, then handed the kitchen knife to the youngest child next to him.

The child had a congenital facial deformity and seemed to have some intellectual disability; he needed both hands to hold the kitchen knife.

The oldest child made a gesture, seemingly instructing the youngest child to slash at him.

He stood behind the child, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace.

Children who are not properly guided are very likely to become twisted, and cruelty will be ingrained in their bones, leaving them with no respect for life.

Even worse, some may take pleasure in hunting their own kind, completely dominated by destructive desires.

"Do it this way! Let's see how he learns from you!" The boy's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed the child's hand, stared at the child's neck, his face began to tremble, and he unconsciously started making strange noises.

"Wait a minute." Han Fei took out the Rebirth Blade: "You just want him to hurt himself so you can see if I dare to learn it. This goes against the very meaning of this game."

"What? You're scared? If you don't want to learn, then just admit defeat." The oldest boy stared intently at Han Fei.

“You are indeed lacking in education.” Han Fei slowly closed the kitchen door, and after confirming that there were no other ghosts or monsters outside, he raised the butcher knife in his hand.

A blade radiating a warm glow appeared in the kitchen. Han Fei pointed the Rebirth Blade at his arm and chopped down without hesitation.

When the blade formed from human nature touched Han Fei's skin, it spread out like ripples on water, leaving Han Fei's arm completely unharmed.

"What other places do you want to cut?" Han Fei didn't know what this child had been through in the past, or why he had become so cruel. He was prepared to have a heart-to-heart talk with the child.

The dangerously sharp blade couldn't harm Han Fei at all. The oldest boy gritted his teeth and suddenly raised the kitchen knife in his hand: "It's the knife's fault! Your knife is faulty; it can't kill anyone!"

"Can't kill anyone? How can you say something like that?" Han Fei's eyes grew colder. He gripped the Rebirth Blade and walked towards the boy, looking down at him. "Since you can't kill anyone, do you dare let me use you to test the blade?"

The bright blade seemed capable of cutting through anything, and the boy took a step back; in the end, he didn't dare to try.

"Fine, you win the first game." The boy's eyes were filled with hatred, almost overflowing as he slowly placed the cleaver back on the cutting board.

When the boy conceded defeat, Han Fei also received a notification from the system.

"Attention Player 0000! You have successfully played the first game with the children! You have received the mission reward - Clue 1."

Clue 1: The child you're looking for has mental problems.

Han Fei was happy when he heard the clue, but when he looked around, every child seemed to have something wrong with their minds.

The little boy next to him treated the doll as his mother, the oldest boy was mentally disturbed and abnormal, and the youngest child probably had a congenital brain disease.

Most of the children abandoned in orphanages have physical or brain problems.

"So what if you won the first game? Didn't we agree on best two out of three?" The oldest child seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly laughed: "I know what the second game is going to be. I hope you can make it to the end this time."

The boy didn't leave the kitchen; instead, he led the remaining three followers deeper into the kitchen.

The room had no windows, making it incredibly oppressive.

The boy walked to the back of the kitchen and opened the door. It looked like the dining hall of the orphanage.

In the enclosed hall, the only light came from two small nightlights on the wall.

Why did you bring me to your restaurant?

“We’ll play our second game here.” The boy’s expression was a little scary. “This game is called ‘What Time Is It, Mr. Wolf?’ We’ll choose one person to stand at the end of the restaurant and cover their eyes. The rest of us will ask together, ‘What time is it, Mr. Wolf?’ When the kid says a normal time, we can move forward. When the kid turns around, we can’t move and have to pretend to be statues. If the kid says twelve o’clock or ‘dinner is served,’ we have to run back as fast as we can. Whoever gets caught dies.”

"So how do we determine if we win?" Han Fei felt that this game was not so simple. The boy had specifically taken him to the orphanage's dining hall, as if calling out "Dinner is served" there might actually lead to something.

"Whoever touches the wolf first and successfully runs back wins." The boy explained simply, moving two chairs to either side of the restaurant: "Who wants to go over there and be the wolf?"

He glanced around and finally looked at the little boy next to Han Fei: "How about we start the first round with you?"

“We’re already short-handed, so let’s choose one of you four.” Han Fei pulled the boy behind him. He felt that ever since they entered the building, the games had stopped working properly.

"Then...you it is!" The boy pushed the chubby boy forward: "Hurry up and get over there!"

The chubby boy seemed afraid of being beaten up by the boys, and reluctantly walked to the other end of the restaurant.

The restaurant wasn't actually very big, but Han Fei felt like the chubby guy had been walking for a long time.

"Won't shouting here attract other adults?"

“No.” The boy’s eyes were filled with cruelty: “They won’t come to the restaurant at this time.”

The chubby boy was already in place, standing at the far end of the restaurant with his back to everyone.

The second game began. Han Fei and the other orphans stood in the restaurant near the kitchen, chanting in unison, "Old wolf, old wolf, what time is it?"

The moment those words left his lips, Han Fei heard that piercing laughter again. Memories churned in his mind, and the maniacal laughter from the Blood Orphanage seemed about to burst forth!
"Have I played similar games before? These things seem to bring back special memories?"

Han Fei stood still, and after he suppressed his laughter, the other children had already taken two steps forward.

"Old Wolf, Old Wolf, what time is it?"

"Three o'clock," the chubby boy said casually, his back to the crowd.

In order not to lose the game, Han Fei also started to move forward. When everyone entered the restaurant, the night lights on the wall suddenly started to flicker, and one of the lights went out.

The dim light shone on the faces of the group, half of them were human faces and half were hidden in shadow.

"Old Wolf, Old Wolf, what time is it?" Han Fei and several orphans asked together. The thinnest child among them kept walking forward when he saw that the chubby boy didn't turn around.

It's four o'clock.

After the chubby boy finished speaking, the skinny boy had already run to the middle of the restaurant. He was just a few steps away from bumping into the chubby boy.

"Old Wolf, Old Wolf, what time is it?" The skinny monkey boy deliberately dragged out his voice. He sped up and suddenly stopped when he was only two or three meters away from the chubby boy.

The chubby boy in front of him seemed a bit off; he noticed that the boy seemed to have grown much taller than before.

"Why aren't you saying anything? It's your turn. What time should you say?"

Skinny Monkey felt uneasy and dared not go any further, but then the oldest boy shouted again.

"Old Wolf, Old Wolf, what time is it?"

Upon hearing the shouts, the chubby boy's body began to tremble violently, and the skinny monkey was also terrified.

He watched as the chubby boy grew taller and taller until his feet left the ground!

Using the only light in the room, the skinny monkey saw something in the darkness biting the fat boy's head!
"dinner time……"

An unfamiliar voice appeared in everyone's minds, and then the skinny monkey saw the little fat boy's head disappear into the darkness, as if it had been bitten off by something.

He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, while Han Fei turned around, picked up the little boy, and ran away.

The last remaining lights in the restaurant flickered a few times, and Han Fei only dared to look back when he ran back to the starting point.

The headless chubby boy remained standing in the same spot, his back to everyone, as if he were still playing a game.

The skinny monkey slumped three meters away from the chubby boy, his body trembling uncontrollably. He seemed to see something in the darkness.

"The game cannot end until a winner is decided." The oldest boy stared intently at Han Fei, his expression completely different from that of a normal child; it was a sickly face.

With a twisted resentment, the oldest child spoke again.

"Old Wolf, Old Wolf, what time is it?"

(End of this chapter)