My Healing Games

Chapter 522 A Pitch-Black White Orphanage (4000 votes needed, please vote!)
"Close your eyes when it gets dark?" The children in the orphanage had clearly never played this type of game before, and a hint of curiosity appeared in their eyes.

"The rules of the game are simple. I will write down three identities on these pieces of paper: ordinary person, ghost, and psychic. Everyone will shout 'It's dark, please close your eyes.' After closing your eyes, the ghost will act first and kill one person each night. After the ghost kills someone, the psychic can verify that person's identity to see if they are really the ghost. When it gets light, everyone will open their eyes and vote. The minority will obey the majority. If the ghost is successfully caught, the person wins. If the ghost kills everyone, then the ghost wins."

Han Fei explained the rules of the game, and the somewhat perverted boy immediately became interested. This was much more interesting than cardboard houses or anything like that.

"The more people, the better. Call over any other children from the orphanage who want to play." Han Fei glanced around the room again: "Where's that little girl from earlier?"

“She…sneaked back to the dorm to sleep.” The boy reached into his pocket, a few strands of hair still clinging to his fingers. “She’s tired, so let’s not bother her. I’ll go find the other kids for you.”

As the boy turned and walked toward the door, Han Fei's gaze slowly moved to the paper houses that were beginning to bleed: "It's better to destroy such a terrible place."

Han Fei opened the attribute panel and scrolled up. He received a system notification when the boy came out of the paper house where he was hiding.

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

Clue Three: The child you are looking for is wearing white shoes and is hiding in a room in the orphanage.

He has mental problems, is everyone's bad kid, wears white shoes, and hides alone in a room.

These clues are already quite specific, and Han Fei has now ruled out most of the children, so there is no need for him to hold back any longer.

The door opened, and the boy, clearly not doing this for the first time, ran skillfully toward a certain room.

The boy walked very quietly across the corridor. When he passed the two doors in the middle of the corridor, he pressed his ear against the door and listened for a while to make sure there was no noise inside before he dared to continue.

“Those two rooms were the director’s office and the children’s rest area. We could play around in them however we wanted, but if we woke them up, we would be in big trouble.”

As they reached the corner of the corridor, the boy led Han Fei into another room.

With a creaking sound, the black door was pushed open, and dim light shone on the boy.

"Stop pretending to be asleep, get up and play games."

This room is the dormitory for the children in the orphanage. More than a dozen people live in one large room with no windows, and the air is filled with various foul odors. The whole room is like a sealed black can.

"Get up, all of you!" After Han Fei entered the room, the boy closed the dormitory door again and then turned on the only light in the dormitory.

The dim light illuminated the children's faces, and Han Fei's expression changed slightly upon seeing them.

Most of the children in this house have some kind of disability; some of them are even unable to get out of bed on their own.

The light dispelled the darkness and also jolted the children awake from their sweet dreams.

A series of bewildered faces turned toward the doorway, but when they saw the oldest boy, they immediately snapped out of their daze, their eyes filled with fear.

These children with physical disabilities seemed to have been bullied quite a bit by that boy.

Seeing that several children were still huddled under the covers, the boy ran over and threw their blankets aside, even throwing one of the children off the bed.

The other children seemed used to this, and the bullied children also behaved strangely when they saw the boy. They clenched their teeth, covered their mouths, and dared not make a sound even though they were being beaten very hard.

It seems that if they make a sound and attract the zookeepers, they will face something even more terrifying.

The somewhat twisted boy looked at the children smugly. He was about to teach that child another lesson when Han Fei stopped him.

Does bullying those who are weaker than you make you happy?

"I know you're pitying them, but none of the children in this room deserve pity." The boy's smile was twisted and cruel as he grabbed the deformed child's leg. "Do you think I'm awful? But do you know that this child killed his parents? His parents didn't despise him for being deformed, yet he poured poison into their water glass, and this child..."

The boy kicked a short, chubby boy next to him to the ground: "He cut the safety rope of the glassworker outside the building, leaving an adult paralyzed in bed. By the way, do you remember that little girl who almost killed us before? She pushed that much cuter girl in her class toward the stove."

The boy's smile was utterly twisted: "Do you think they need sympathy? They all want you dead. This place is where the most incurable poisonous insects are kept. The smaller the body, the more venomous they are."

He pointed to the orphans and told them what had happened to each of them.

Many adults' evil deeds are premeditated, but some children's evil deeds are simply pure wickedness.

Education can guide these children onto the right path, but some children who lack education and guidance can become increasingly terrifying.

Han Fei had felt something was off about this orphanage before, and after listening to the oldest boy's words, he understood. These children seemed to be the embodiment of some kind of malice.

They woke all the children up, and the boy forced them to come over.

The dormitory has about thirty beds, fourteen of which are occupied by children.

"Are these the only ones?" There were no children being held in solitary confinement in the dormitory, none of whom were the people Han Fei was looking for. He also carefully observed everyone's shoes; all of them were light red.

“Including the three of us, there are seventeen people here. One of us will be in charge of hosting, and the rest of you can participate in the game.” Han Fei pushed forward the boy next to him who was holding a stuffed animal: “You can be the host for the first round.”

Han Fei stood among a group of oddly shaped children, patiently explaining the rules of the game "Close Your Eyes When It Gets Dark." The boy holding the rag doll was in charge of hosting but did not participate in the game. Then, he took out sixteen pieces of white paper that were all the same size and shape from his inventory.

"I will write down three identities on these sixteen blank sheets of paper: human, ghost, and psychic. You must never tell anyone your identity, otherwise the ghost might kill you." After all the children understood the rules of the game, Han Fei wrote "human" on all sixteen blank sheets of paper. Then, in front of everyone, he shuffled the order and gave each ghost child a folded blank sheet of paper.

"Let me reiterate: the ghost's goal is to kill everyone, and the human's goal is to find all the ghosts. After a ghost kills someone, the psychic can check the identity of a particular child based on the host's prompts. Of course, the ghost can also impersonate the psychic. The rules of the game are simple, but if you break the rules, you will die."

For the children in the underworld orphanage, this was certainly more appealing than the usual games.

"When a player is killed, the piece of paper with his identity written on it will be destroyed. When only humans or ghosts remain on the field, the host will announce the winner of the game."

"Alright, alright, we all know the rules now, let's get started." The oldest boy was already impatient. He stood in the corner and secretly opened his blank sheet of paper. When he saw the words written on the paper, he was not very satisfied.

The children sat down according to their respective bed numbers, and the game officially began.

"It's dark, please close your eyes." The little boy holding the doll was the host. After he said that, he turned off the lights in the dormitory.

"Fierce ghost, please open your eyes."

Han Fei took out the Rebirth Blade and silently walked behind the boy. The boy led him through three games, and the minimum task completion standard was met.

With a swift movement, the Rebirth Blade became incredibly sharp upon touching the child, instantly shredding his soul. This demonstrated the many people he had harmed.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have killed an orphan in the orphanage. For every orphan you kill, the probability of the caregiver and director waking up increases by one point, and the probability of finding the target child decreases by one point."

Upon hearing the system's notification, Han Fei frowned slightly. He had originally intended to use the game to eliminate some of the imps, but now he needed to change his plans.

"Can't kill them with your own hands? Then let them do it themselves."

As Han Fei sheathed the Rebirth Blade and the light from its blade faded, he noticed a child covering his mouth and staring at him. The child hadn't followed the rules of the game.

He returned to his original position, and the child holding the doll continued to shout, "Psychic, please open your eyes."

The boy waited for a long time but no one opened their eyes, so he had no choice but to continue shouting, "It's dawn. The person who died last night was number twenty-four."

The orphans looked at the spot where the boy had sat. There was no worry in their eyes. Instead, they breathed a long sigh of relief because number 24 had died.

Number 24 used to be the king of the orphanage. Everyone had to listen to him, or they would be isolated and bullied. Now that guy is finally dead.

"I...I saw him kill someone last night!" The child, who hadn't closed his eyes when the lights were turned off, pointed at Han Fei: "He's a ghost, he's the one who killed people!"

After the child finished speaking, all the children looked at Han Fei. Facing those deformed faces, Han Fei shook his head slightly: "I am a human, you are the ghost."

He was originally a human, and the child was indeed a ghost; Han Fei was not lying.

"You're the one who killed him! I saw it!"

“According to the rules of the game, only ghosts and psychics can open their eyes at night. If you are human, opening your eyes at night is a violation of the rules, and you will die. If you are a ghost, then you are most likely framing me, trying to maliciously incite people to kill me during the day. If you are a psychic, then seeing me kill someone is indeed not a problem, but the key point is that I am the psychic.” Han Fei looked at the child who said he had killed someone: “I have described the three situations above. Which one applies to you?”

Violating the rules will result in death, which means the soul will be scattered. In the underworld, things usually go very seriously, and there is no chance to start over.

The boy stammered and couldn't speak, so Han Fei pointed to a child next to him and said, "The person I checked last night was you. Your identity is that of a human."

The boy was playing this game for the first time, and he nodded subconsciously.

“Only a psychic can verify someone’s identity, and there can only be one psychic. The ghost will definitely try every means to kill the psychic.” Han Fei pointed to himself: “If I don’t live to see the next night, then you can play around with him.”

Under Han Fei's constant guidance, most of the children believed that the child who identified Han Fei was a ghost. After the vote ended, the other orphans looked at the child who had been voted out, and their eyes slowly changed.

It's unclear who got up first, but the moment the nightlights went out, a group of children rushed over.

The child who was voted out didn't even have time to scream before his soul was torn to shreds, leaving only a tattered red shirt and a pair of light red shoes on the ground.

Staring at the garment, Han Fei suddenly noticed something: the number on the back of the garment was also 024.

"The oldest boy's number is 024, and this child's number is also 024?" Han Fei looked at the children next to him: "Your numbers are all 024?"

“Yes, because we are all children from Orphanage 024. But we all have our own names, and only the director’s favorite child can be called 024.” The child explained to Han Fei, “The director’s favorite child was the boy who was just killed by the ghost. He had been helping the director with his work.”

"024 is the number of the white shoes, but all the children here are 024. They are all full of malice. Are these children all the evil of the white shoes?"

Han Fei had always found it strange that such a dark, evil orphanage filled with malice was called the White Orphanage by the system. White should be a very special color here, and he had not seen any white decorations since he entered the orphanage.

"A pitch-black, white orphanage?"

When a person's evil begins to run rampant, their goodness must be locked away in their heart.

"Let's move on to the next round."

Han Fei's passive ability as the king of children was triggered, and coupled with his masterful acting skills, he manipulated those children who had never played "Werewolf" before.

When only a few people remained, Han Fei silently stood up.

After the boy shouted "It's dark, please close your eyes" again, he quietly left with the little boy.

During the game, Han Fei had already figured out the location of the most secluded room in the orphanage from the children, and he didn't plan to stay any longer.

Following the corridor, Han Fei arrived at the dean's office, where the most secret room was located.

Gently push open the door, and you'll see a white door on the floor of the dean's office, which stands out conspicuously in the dark and dilapidated office.

(End of this chapter)