My Healing Games

Chapter 520 Awakened Memories (4000 views, please vote)
Once inside the orphanage, the nature of the game seems to change. The malice in people's hearts is stirred up, and losing the game here may mean losing your life.

When the oldest boy shouted "Old Wolf, Old Wolf, what time is it?" again, the last remaining nightlights in the restaurant began to flicker, and something seemed to be hidden in the thick darkness in the distance.

The skinny monkey remained seated on the ground, terrified and too afraid to move.

Han Fei held the little boy's hand, not daring to approach him casually. Only the oldest boy in the restaurant walked forward step by step until that unfamiliar voice rang out again.

"It's one o'clock..."

This time, Han Fei heard it very clearly. The unfamiliar voice came from the other side of the restaurant, or more precisely, from the headless fat man.

After the chubby boy finished speaking, Han Fei started to back away, wanting to go back to the kitchen.

The only girl shared the same thought. After seeing the chubby boy's head being eaten, the girl was so frightened that she cried. Her face was covered in tears, but she dared not cry out loud.

Moving backward, the kitchen door was right in front of me, but a strange noise came from the end of the dining room.

It sounded like countless insects crawling across the ground, and amidst that chilling sound, the headless little fat man began to slowly turn his body.

The little girl didn't notice anything unusual about the fat man and continued moving towards the kitchen. Han Fei, on the other hand, had a very bad feeling. He took a big step towards the girl and used his body to block her from moving.

The headless fat man turned completely around, blood flowing from his neck, soaking his clothes on his chest. It seemed as if something in the darkness was controlling him.

The round arm slowly rose, and the chubby little finger pointed at Han Fei.

At this moment, Han Fei did not make any movement, remaining stationary in place.

But the little girl behind him clearly didn't realize the problem and wanted to keep walking forward; she was already very close to the kitchen door.

With one step, the girl's body suddenly fell forward, her face filled with horror as she looked at her left leg that had stepped out.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a mouth full of fangs, and her slender left leg was neatly severed after she stepped into the darkness.

The girl lost her balance and fell forward.

A sharp pain shot through her brain. The girl clutched her leg, which was now only half its original length, and rolled on the ground in agony, crying out in utter misery.

The headless fat man had already turned back. The oldest child glanced coldly at the girl rolling on the ground, his pupils devoid of any sympathy, and continued emotionlessly, "Old Wolf, Old Wolf, what time is it?"

As he spoke, Han Fei pulled the girl and the little boy to the kitchen door. He tried to open the kitchen door, but when his hand touched the dark wall, he realized that the door behind him had become one with the wall!
There was no iron gate on the wall at all, only a painted picture that looked like a gate!
"Can't we retreat?"

With no windows and no doors, the restaurant exudes an eerie and oppressive atmosphere.

The nightlights were still flickering, seemingly ready to go out at any moment. The oldest boy seemed to know the secret of this place, and he took the initiative to walk forward.

"The games inside this building are not for children; they are clearly death traps."

As Han Fei began the game, he heard bursts of maniacal laughter. The laughter in the Crimson Orphanage seemed to have become more excited because of these "mini-games".

What will happen if we keep him excited?

Since there's no way back, let's keep moving forward. The most twisted boy said that as long as you touch the old wolf and successfully escape, you'll win, but Han Fei thinks the other party might be lying.

Looking at the children in the restaurant, Han Fei's first thought of winning was to kill all the contestants except himself, but doing so was extremely risky, and he himself was somewhat reluctant to do so.

The second method is to kill the old wolf.

It's very simple logic: if the wolf wants to eat people, then kill the wolf.

The old wolf in the darkness is clearly the key to this game; the outcome depends entirely on him.

Let's approach it step by step.

As Han Fei moved, he kept observing the oldest boy. The boy would occasionally steal glances at the small night light on the wall. It seemed that he only asked Lao Lang what time it was when the light was on.

What would happen if you asked the wolf what time it was when the lights were off? Would the wolf only eat in the dark?

The girl rolled on the ground in pain, while the skinny monkey remained a few meters away from the chubby boy, and the oldest child had already run to the middle of the restaurant.

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

It was when the nightlights came on again that the boy asked a question. After a while, when the nightlights flickered, a voice came from the darkness in the distance.

"It's four o'clock..."

Listen carefully to the voice; it sounds like a mixture of many children's voices, high-pitched, cold, and carrying a deep chill.

"Could it be that the souls of the children who died in the restaurant have gathered together?"

The most terrifying monsters are the ones you can't see. After figuring out the general pattern, Han Fei, holding the altar in one hand and leading the little boy with the other, began to move forward.

In the dead of night, a few people ran into the orphanage's dining hall to play this game. It was a very ordinary game, but now it seemed incredibly eerie.

Before they knew it, the oldest child had already covered three-quarters of the distance. Just as he was about to speak again, the skinny monkey in front of him seemed to have seen something and shook his head frantically.

"Stop shouting! Stop shouting! I'll die, it'll eat me!" the skinny monkey pleaded, but the oldest child paid no heed. His eyes were filled with cruelty as he looked into the darkness again as the nightlights came on.

The nightlight on the wall began to flicker, and the only light source in the room dimmed and shone, like a dying patient who, after struggling a few times, completely extinguished the flame of life.

The restaurant was plunged into complete darkness, accompanied by eerie chewing sounds, and that strange and terrifying voice entered everyone's ears.

"It's twelve o'clock..."

Whenever the old wolf shouted "12 o'clock" or "dinner is served," the children would run backward to avoid being caught by the old wolf. But Han Fei did not hear any footsteps. He looked not far away and saw that the oldest child was standing still and did not run backward.

"Why didn't he run?"

The darkness lasted for a long time. Just when Han Fei thought the nightlight would never come on again, the lamp seemed to light up the darkness again like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Looking towards the other side of the restaurant, where the chubby boy had stood, only a pool of blood and two legs remained.

"It's him again?"

The skinny monkey collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale. He covered his mouth tightly with both hands and desperately tried to hide under the table to prevent the blood on the ground from flowing onto him.

"Stop! Stop playing!" the girl who had lost her left leg screamed, she broke down.

It seemed that staying at the back of the group would also lead to bad things, so the girl dragged her broken leg and crawled on the ground, leaving a glaring trail of blood behind her.

The oldest child clearly wasn't going to stop, and just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly saw Han Fei approaching him: "Once the game starts, it can't end normally. It's no use trying to stop me now. You chose to play the game yourself, so you can't blame anyone else!"

This child is completely insane. I don't know what he's been through, but his eyes are full of hatred and malice.

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

You could tell that the oldest child was also very anxious; he was using madness and hysteria to mask his inner fear.

When the nightlights came on, the boy shouted at the two legs in the darkness. When the nightlights went out, he waited for the wolf's response.

Something seemed to be slowly unfolding in the darkness, and the shrill sound seemed to come from all directions at the same time.

"Dinner's ready..."

The sounds of chewing and the skinny monkey's screams rang out simultaneously, and no one in the darkness knew what was happening ahead.

"Help me! Number 24! Help me!"

The skinny monkey's cries for help echoed in the room, and everyone who heard them broke out in a cold sweat.

A full three minutes passed before the wall lights were turned on again, until the skinny monkey's screams stopped.

Looking towards the end of the restaurant, the chubby boy and the skinny monkey were nowhere to be seen, leaving only two pools of blood on the ground.

The oldest boy stared intently at the end of the restaurant, as if he were seriously calculating something.

Han Fei was recalling what the skinny monkey had said earlier: when the emaciated child was being eaten, he cried out for help, calling out the name number twenty-four.

Thinking about it carefully, the number on the big iron gate of this white orphanage is 024. If that's the case, could it be that the oldest and most abnormal boy is the owner of this orphanage and the person Han Fei is looking for?
"The first clue is that he has mental problems. This boy not only has mental problems, but his personality is also very abnormal, and he is full of bad ideas."

The two children in front had died. The oldest child seemed to know that his chance had come. He shouted, "Old wolf, old wolf, what time is it?" and sprinted forward with all his might.

Han Fei also realized something was wrong. His speeding talent and midnight patrol talent worked together, and he followed closely behind the boy while holding the little boy.

Just as the boy was about to run to the other side of the restaurant, Han Fei took out a chain covered in animal hair from his inventory and swung it directly at the boy.

Chains stained with countless curses and deathly intent touched the boy's neck and, like animal claws, bound him tightly.

The boy was only a few steps away from the other side of the restaurant, but Han Fei held him back tightly, preventing him from going any further.

In that short delay, Han Fei had already caught up with the boy while carrying the child, and the three of them stopped almost side by side in a line.

The boy looked at the chain around his neck, his eyes turning bloodshot with rage, and black veins bulged on his neck.

He was about to pass by, but Han Fei bound him with chains. He couldn't understand why a caregiver who came to look after children would carry such thick chains with her!

The boy gripped the chains tightly, glaring at Han Fei with his eyes bulging out of their sockets: "You played dirty tricks! Shameless!"

"This is society." There was no sympathy in Han Fei's eyes. He was telling the child in advance how complicated the adult world was.

"Loosen the chains!" The boy was really anxious. He seemed to be having a fit, gripping both sides of the chains tightly with both hands and slowly pulling the chains covered in animal hair off his flesh.

Han Fei showed no outward reaction, but inwardly he was extremely surprised. He did not sense any Yin energy from the boy, yet the boy seemed to have pulled open the cursed chains purely with his own strength and malice.

The chains loosened, and just as the boy was about to break free, the nightlight on the wall went out again.

At this moment, Han Fei and the boy had reached the other end of the restaurant, where the two pools of blood were right in front of them.

As they drew closer, Han Fei clearly sensed the changes in the darkness.

Neither he nor the oldest boy dared to move, but just then, the little girl lying on the ground behind them suddenly spoke.

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

The clear, childlike voices echoed through the restaurant, sending a chill down the spines of both Han Fei and the oldest boy.

The darkness before them grew even thicker, for the "old wolf" who had devoured countless children in the restaurant was finally about to appear!
A shadow flashed across the bloodstains on the ground, and the darkness seemed to slowly change shape, gradually revealing the outline of a huge wolf's head.

The wolf's head was surrounded by headless children's bodies, and as it moved in the darkness, all the corpses would crowd and collide together, like the notes of death.

The original story of "What Time Is It, Mr. Wolf?" was just a game, but the fear of the children in the orphanage slowly coalesced, forming this enormous monster.

Sharp teeth protruded from the corners of its mouth, and the huge wolf's head opened its mouth, from which the voices of countless children mingled and then emanated from the old wolf's mouth.

"dinner time……"

A monster formed from the fear of countless children opened its mouth wide in the darkness and lunged to bite at Han Fei's head.

In that instant, Han Fei felt the darkness of the entire restaurant pressing down on him. He reached out to open the lid of the altar, but just then, a hysterical laugh echoed from the depths of his mind.

His lips curled up uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with blood-red memories, so much so that not a trace of white could be seen in them.

As the wolf's head snapped down, countless unfamiliar fragments of memory flooded Han Fei's mind.

Also in the orphanage restaurant late at night, he, still a child, stood at the end of the blood-red restaurant, his back to everyone behind him.

When the wolf's voice rang out, "What time is it, sir?", the child slowly turned around. He was holding a sharp knife in his hand, and his cheeks and clothes were covered in dripping blood.

"dinner time……"

A sharp pain shot through his head, and the lock on the orphanage door deep in Han Fei's mind trembled. A hysterical laugh rang out along with Han Fei's words, "Dinner's ready."

After he uttered those three words in that peculiar tone, the monster formed from the children's fear instantly disintegrated and fled into the surrounding darkness, as if Han Fei were the "old wolf" lurking in the deepest shadows of the orphanage.

Han Fei crashed heavily to the ground, feeling as if his head was about to be torn apart. In the midst of that excruciating pain, a forgotten memory was awakened.

"I used to play this game too! And Old Wolf is me!"

(End of this chapter)