My Healing Games

Chapter 523 I'll help you dye the world red (6000 votes, please vote)
"A white door?"

A white door appeared in the pitch black, making it hard to go unnoticed.

"Were disobedient children in the orphanage locked in that door before?" Han Fei always felt strange. It seemed that this orphanage built in the deep world was hiding other secrets.

"Yes, any child that adults dislike will be locked in this room, and they'll never come out again." The little boy clung tightly to the doll he called his mother, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

"Want to go in and take a look?" When Han Fei's hand touched the door on the ground, footsteps sounded outside, but the sound was not coming from this direction.

The little boy dragged his doll to the door to look, and a tall caregiver was walking down the corridor carrying a nightlight.

She pushed open one door after another, seemingly checking if there was anything unusual inside.

"The master is coming!"

The little boy stumbled and ran towards Han Fei, gesturing wildly with his hands.

"There's nowhere to hide in the dean's office, so it seems we'll have to go into this room to take a look."

As Han Fei gripped the doorknob, a strange feeling arose within him, as if something behind the door was calling to him.

Han Fei flung open the door, revealing a white staircase leading down to the ground.

"Let's go down and hide first."

Han Fei picked up the little boy and went underground. They walked down the steps and found that the white door was like a mirror, with two inverted worlds on either side of the door.

"The outside was shrouded in darkness, oppressive, gloomy, terrifying, and full of malice. It was pitch black outside the door, but everything inside was painted white—the steps, the walls, the bricks, everything was white."

Holding the little boy's hand, Han Fei arrived at the end of the steps, where another white door appeared before them.

After pushing open the door, they entered the dean's office, which was predominantly white.

Compared to the principal's office on the ground floor, this room was clean and tidy, making people feel very comfortable.

"Is there an identical orphanage hidden underground?"

Without touching anything in the room, Han Fei carefully observed every detail. He had an excellent memory and clearly remembered the location of all the items in the office.

"That's right. Everything in this office is the same as on the floor. It's just that it's cleaned every day, so there's no dust or dirt on it."

Han Fei quietly walked to the other exit of the dean's office, opened the door and looked outside.

The pure white corridor was spotless, with a light installed every two meters, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

What's most thoughtful is that the light is bright but not glaring, the lamp base is quite cute, and there are cartoon tips on saving electricity written next to it. These scenes made Han Fei feel a little dazed, as if he had returned to reality.

"There are such bright places in the deeper world?"

Han Fei never expected that such a place would exist deep within the gloomy and oppressive orphanage.

"Isn't this a room for punishing naughty kids?" The little boy, clutching his stuffed animal, stared in awe at the beautiful stickers and colorful pictures on the wall.

"Let's go check out other places."

Walking along the corridor, I didn't feel any sense of oppression, and there was even a faint fragrance in the air.

Han Fei and the little boy continued forward. There were doorplates on the doors on both sides of the corridor. The Chinese characters on the doorplates were also marked with pinyin. Perhaps to make it easier for blind people, the hospital also thoughtfully engraved Braille on the door panels.

Pushing open the dormitory door slowly, there was no foul smell inside. All the beds were neatly made, and each person had their own wardrobe and small desk.

The clothes weren't expensive, but neat clothes hung in the closet, and various books were laid out on the small desk.

Most of the books are secondhand donations, but the children here treat them like treasures, and some of them have even been covered with book covers.

"They all have pens and new notebooks." The little boy pointed to the small table in the dormitory as if he had discovered a new continent, his tone somewhat envious.

Compared to the dormitories on the ground, this place is indeed far too comfortable.

"The rooms on the ground floor were filled with all sorts of putrid and musty smells. The bedding was wrinkled and some of it was stained with blood. Compared to the rooms on the ground floor, this place was practically paradise."

The little boy looked on longingly, and was about to go inside, but Han Fei grabbed him.

"Let's look around first. This place is nice, but we haven't seen anything alive yet."

Han Fei reached out and opened the nursery staff's room. The floor tiles were polished to a shine, so bright they seemed to reflect a person's image. The desk was neatly arranged with documents.

Having spent so long in the Deep World, Han Fei was particularly sensitive to documents and diaries. Seeing that no one was in the corridor, he decisively went in and began to look through them.

The caregivers knew each child's personality, past, and traumas inside and out. They also filled out various treatment plans, which showed that they genuinely wanted to heal those unfortunate orphans.

Are they a group of angels?

The documents showed no problems, and Han Fei wanted to continue examining them when crisp footsteps came from the hallway outside. He immediately restored the documents to their original state and then pulled the little boy under the bed.

He had just finished putting the sheets down when the door to the caregiver's break room was pushed open, and a pair of women's legs appeared before his eyes.

Han Fei had seen similar scenes in other movies, but experiencing it for the first time still surprised him greatly. He actually saw a pair of normal human legs in the deep world!

It wasn't the kind of legs that were so pale they were bloodless, nor were they legs that floated in mid-air without feet. There were no scars or curses on them, and certainly no human faces clinging to them!

"A player? Impossible!"

A melodious song drifted over, and the caregiver changed her clothes, then went out again with something in her hand.

Han Fei and the boy crawled out from under the bed. He gently touched the clothes the caregiver had just changed out of with the back of his hand: "There's still a trace of warmth? Is he really alive?"

Everything in this underground orphanage was so similar to reality that it gave Han Fei the feeling of returning to reality.

Quietly leaving the rest room, Han Fei followed the caregiver's footsteps.

The caregiver, now dressed in sportswear, reached the end of the corridor and opened the white wooden door leading outside, letting light into the hallway.

"Sunlight?"

Not to mention the little boy next to him, even Han Fei himself was a little unsettled at this moment. How could there be sunlight in a world trapped in eternal darkness?

The caregiver didn't close the door, and Han Fei and the little boy walked over together. As soon as they got close to the door, they smelled the fragrance of flowers. The breeze was refreshing and made them feel happy.

Standing behind the door, Han Fei looked out through the crack. Above him was a blue sky with birds flying in the air, and the ground was covered with green grass with flowers blooming in full bloom.

Looking further into the distance, beyond the white fence stretched an endless forest, with animals appearing and disappearing among them, and the stream flowing merrily, as if singing for the children.

"So beautiful..." The little boy hugged his tattered rag doll and stared blankly outside.

Han Fei was initially surprised, but he soon noticed the problem: the birds in the air remained in one position, and the water droplets splashing from the stream hung in mid-air, refusing to fall.

A refreshing breeze kept blowing, but the grass on the ground did not sway.

Everything outside this orphanage was painted on; it's an artificial "paradise."

A cheerful song drifted from the courtyard as seven children, led by their caregiver, did their morning exercises.

The seven children were dressed in white clothes and white shoes, and they followed the teacher very seriously, making various movements.

The childcare workers are very good at teaching and often encourage the children, making them more able to experience the joy of learning.

"Is this the punishment room? Isn't it only for bad kids?" The little boy was extremely puzzled. He gently tugged at Han Fei's clothes, wanting to get an answer, but at this moment Han Fei's gaze was completely focused on the child's shoes. Those white shoes were just like the shoes he had seen in real life.

"Should we go say hello to them? They don't seem like bad people." The little boy wanted to reach out to the children. He hugged his most cherished companion and walked forward. If the children were willing to play with him, he was willing to tell them the story of his mother.

Han Fei did not stop the child this time. His mind was in turmoil. After seeing the orphanage on the ground, countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

"024 is the serial number of the white shoes. This place should belong to his orphanage, but why is there a painting left by a painter?"

The paintings on the walls of the orphanage gave Han Fei a feeling similar to a painting he had encountered before. He thought about it carefully and realized that both the style and the realism were the same as the painting the painter had done in the stairwell of Ugly Scar's house.

"Are they together?"

Han Fei wanted to get closer to the wall to take a look, but just then, a shadow suddenly appeared on the grass directly in front of the wall.

The grass that was painted on was being erased by some force, and if you looked closely, the shadow that appeared in the painting had turned into the outline of a person.

He kept banging against the wall, and as he continued to bang, the realism of the scene was destroyed, and fine cracks appeared between the trees and the stream.

"what is that?"

The caregiver quickly noticed something was wrong and immediately brought the children to her side.

At this moment, she stared at the wall in disbelief, her face full of astonishment. What Han Fei didn't expect was that the caregiver's own skin also began to develop small cracks.

"Is her human skin painted on?" Upon seeing this, Han Fei quickly stopped the little boy who was running forward: "Wait a moment."

The caregiver seemed to have no memory of dealing with this situation. She worked and rested according to a fixed schedule every day, so when the accident happened, she, like the children, was filled with panic in her eyes.

The cracks in the paintings on the wall grew larger and larger, and the shadowy human figures became clearer and clearer, their faces almost squeezing out of the paintings.

Han Fei, who was standing at a distance, also saw the face of the figure. He was extremely surprised. The person trapped in the painting was none other than Shizhi, who had escaped from the department store into the plastic surgery hospital area!
This former hatred has long lost its former glory; it is disheveled, and blood and tears are flowing from the faces all over its body, among which nine faces are still emitting piercing screams.

"Ten fingers ate all nine of their own 'brothers'?"

Intense hatred permeated every part of the painting. The black fire in his chest destroyed all the colors in the painting. He kept walking forward, almost walking out of the painting, but at the last moment he was pulled back into the painting by a force.

The tattered paintings on the wall began to slowly recover, green grass grew back, the stream began to flow, and the cracks slowly healed.

"Is this the painter's innate talent?"

The cries of the ten fingers were confined within the painting; those outside could hear them, but could not touch each other.

After the ten fingers were put back into the painting, the zookeeper's skin began to slowly return to normal.

"Morning exercises are over early, it's time for us to have breakfast." The caregiver smiled and had the children line up as they walked together into the orphanage.

Han Fei had taken the little boy and hidden in a nearby room beforehand. As the group of children passed by, he overheard their whispers.

"I bet today it's rice porridge and potatoes again. It's the same thing every day, and I'm getting tired of it."

"It's much better here than outside, be content."

"Have you ever felt your body gradually becoming sluggish? I don't know how to describe it, but it feels like I'm becoming a machine, no longer myself."

"I didn't feel anything. Why don't you ask your mom?"

"Mom will never tell me the answer. Besides, she's not my mom! She's just... a heartless block of wood. She's never loved us."

Several children entered the restaurant, and soon the aroma of food wafted out.

"Why are there never any windows in our restaurant or rooms? Can't we see outside?"

"My teacher once said that the outside world is not as beautiful as the world in paintings."

"But I still want to go out."

"Mom's here. Eat quickly and don't talk."

The childcare worker is what the children call their mother. She is very responsible, has a good temper, and is gentle and beautiful, but all seven children keep their distance from her.

"Lunch is served." The caregiver smiled and watched everyone. The children ate happily, and she kept track of the time, preparing to move on to the next activity at the designated time.

Han Fei stood at the door, watching what was happening in the restaurant, and he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

In his memory, he had similar experiences, or to put it another way, the orphanage life he retained in his mind was the same as that of these children.

Every day, I wake up at the same time, do morning exercises, eat breakfast, attend morning classes, and play games...

Han Fei and the little boy secretly watched the children, observing their lives like bystanders—plain, peaceful, and endlessly repetitive.

After lunch, the next activity was morning class, and the children were reluctantly led into the classroom by the caregivers.

Han Fei peeked through the crack in the door and discovered that the books the children were studying were the same as those he remembered. They were not normal preschool education or tutoring, but rather different stories.

Everyone's textbook is a different color. Different colored textbooks represent different emotions and different directions of education.

"I remember my textbooks were white..." Han Fei adjusted his angle and found a white book on the desk at the back of the classroom, but no one was sitting in front of the desk.

After the children and caregivers entered the classroom, the painting outside, which had not yet been restored, was once again attacked by ten fingers. He moved forward each time, his whole body burning with black flames, almost spreading hatred throughout the entire underground orphanage.

"You'll never be able to trap me. Once I'm out, you'll be the first one I eat!"

The sinister voice of ten fingers pierced through the painting, and he seemed to be looking at a certain place in the orphanage.

"Where is he looking?" Han Fei looked in the direction Shi Zhi was pointing, which was probably the leftmost room.

Moving his feet, Han Fei ignored the children and went straight to the room where Shi Zhi was staring.

Pushing open the door, one is greeted by one pure white paper house after another.

"This thing again?"

Compared to the white houses on the ground, the houses here look much more normal.

"Is the person Ten Fingers is looking for hiding in this room?"

Lifting the cardboard boxes one by one, Han Fei walked all the way to the innermost part and looked at the corner of the wall.

Where the red cardboard house should have been placed, a boy who was smaller and thinner than the other children was squatting.

He hugged his knees, curled up in the corner, and buried his head deep in his knees.

Seeing the child's appearance, Han Fei's blood-red memory resurfaced.

Seeing that the child looked just like he did in his childhood, curled up in a corner, unresponsive to the outside world.

Han Fei tried to move the child, but the child didn't move, as if he lived in a different world from everyone else.

After trying various methods without success, Han Fei suddenly remembered that he had obtained a special item after playing the cardboard house game on the ground.

Han Fei opened his inventory and took out the white house.

This house is the same as the house in Han Fei's memory, except that the house Han Fei built in his childhood was blood red, while the house built by this child is white.

Han Fei brought the white house closer and then gently enveloped the boy inside it.

After the white house completely concealed the boy, a child's voice came from inside the white house.

"who are you?"

"I should be the one asking this question. Why did you fold a house just like mine?"

"The same house as yours?" the child asked, his voice full of doubt.

"Your clothes are just like mine, white shoes and white clothes. The textbooks you use are also like mine, with white covers, and they tell stories about the beauty of humanity and all sorts of heartwarming little tales." Han Fei recounted his memories, and he did find it quite strange.

“They just made me learn these things, saying I’m the most likely person to have a perfect personality. I have no idea what a perfect personality is, nor do I want to have one, but they say that as long as I keep learning like this, I will have everything and all my wishes will come true. They also said that someone before me had already succeeded… Could that person be you?” The boy’s voice came from the white house.

What else did those people tell you?

"They said I might have a healing personality and valued me a lot. At that time, I felt like everyone loved me, but I failed the final test. I don't know why I failed. Later, they gave me a number called 024 and never paid attention to me again. Did I do something wrong?"

“Even if they are wrong, it is their fault.” Han Fei did not expect to talk to the child in this way. He really wanted to find out who the other person was.

"Really? I always thought it was my own problem, but slowly I even started to hate myself. I felt like no one around me liked me, everyone hated me. Rather than be disliked by them, I thought it was better for me to leave." The boy's childish voice carried a complex emotion: "Later, even I left myself. He merged with the other children, running around everywhere, leaving me in a corner of the orphanage."

"Leaving itself?" Han Fei's pupils contracted; he felt he was about to uncover the core secret of the white sneakers.

“I remember the scene that day very clearly. The caregivers and other children looked at me with a scary gaze. As usual, I tried to find a corner where no one was around to hide, hoping that someone would come and find me.”

"The basement door of the orphanage was unlocked for some reason that day; I had never been there before."

“Children are usually not allowed to enter the basement, but I was very curious, so I started to explore it.”

"I went down the steps, pushed open a blood-red door, and saw a red orphanage. Everything was red."

"As I walked deeper into the area, I suddenly heard voices talking. It seemed that the adults were preparing to completely seal off the underground orphanage."

"Not long after, they left. I hid in the corner, afraid to move. When I wanted to leave, the door was locked. No matter how much I shouted or knocked on the door, my voice couldn't get through."

“I was really desperate, scared and uneasy. I hoped someone would notice me, but I was sealed underground by someone.”

The boy's voice trembled, and he seemed to be crying alone in the white house.

"Do you remember what happened after that?" Han Fei pressed.

“I searched underground for other ways out. I was terrified. It was all blood red. Finally, at the end of the orphanage, I found a paper house that wasn’t completely stained red. I hid inside.”

"I dared not move or cry. I hugged my knees and trembled with fear."

"After a very long time, I suddenly saw another version of myself leave my body. He was wearing white shoes and talking to the child I couldn't see. Then they kept merging together, and he was getting further and further away from me."

"I tried to grab him, but he shook off my hand. He also said something to me that still makes me incredibly sad to this day." The child in the white house started crying.

What did he say to you?

“His exact words were: No one will come looking for you. Innocence and naivety are the most useless things in the world. You can stay in the white house forever. I will help you dye this world red.”

When the child in the white house finished saying those words, the little boy who had been holding Han Fei's hand slowly smiled.

"So, you represent the naivety and innocence of the hatred within the plastic surgery hospital? He left his innocence in his orphanage."

(End of this chapter)