My Healing Games

Chapter 524 The Blood-Red Night Reappears (6000 votes needed, please vote!)
“Innocence and naivety are the things the deeper world needs least, so that hatred left you here.”

"The orphanage above ground is filled with stench and resentment. All the children are malicious, the caregivers are expressionless monsters, the rooms are piled with garbage, and everyone plays a murder game every day. But underground is like paradise. All the normal and beautiful things in your memory are hidden here and surround you."

"You should be his hope."

Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him. At this moment, he thought of himself. The blood-red memories were imprisoned in the orphanage deep in his mind. Everything he could recall was normal.

"All the good things?" The boy's voice came from the white house. He disagreed with Han Fei's view: "If you were all alone in your world, even if you were surrounded by beautiful things, would you really feel happy?"

Han Fei felt that the boy's words were directed at him. Putting himself in the boy's shoes, Han Fei realized that he was in a similar situation.

His childhood memories weren't exactly pleasant, but they weren't terrible either. Yet, in order to find the truth, he still chose to step into the darkness.

False beauty is ultimately just a mirage, like the paintings on the walls of an orphanage; they may look beautiful, but they are nothing more than self-deception.

“I think I understand what you’re thinking.” Han Fei squatted down in front of the white house. “You wanted someone to find you, and now I have. You wanted to see the real world outside, and I can help you with that too. I’m doing all this to tell you that we’re not enemies. In a sense, we should be the best of friends.”

The child in the white house didn't reply for a long time; he seemed to be thinking about what Han Fei had said.

"People who should have had a happy childhood are gradually distorted and withdrawn under their so-called 'nurturing'. You have become like this, alone in the white house, because of them." After Han Fei learned that the little white shoe was once an orphan, he was less hostile to the child. Of course, the main reason was that he couldn't defeat the three people from the plastic surgery hospital who were filled with hatred, so he wanted to divide his opponents.

"Is my tragedy because of them?"

“Yes, come out. Don’t lock yourself in the canvas anymore. There are real landscapes in the outside world. I can take you to see them.” Han Fei looked at the white house in front of him. He didn’t know what the boy’s expression was like. He only knew that he hadn’t lied to the boy in front of him. If the other person was willing to come out of his isolation, he would be happy to take the boy to find the real light in the darkness.

The boy didn't reply. A long time passed until cracks suddenly appeared on the wall, and the screams of ten fingers could be clearly heard inside the room. Only then did the boy make his own decision.

“This orphanage is my last refuge. If I leave here, all the darkness will seep into my body, and no false thoughts will be able to blind me anymore. I will see the most real and terrifying side of this world…” The boy’s voice trembled: “Should I leave here?”

"Would you rather be imprisoned in this artificial paradise, or break free and come with me to see what lies at the end of hell? I can't guarantee you'll find salvation, but I know you'll never find salvation if you stay here," Han Fei continued to persuade. As he spoke with the boy, the white paint on the walls began to peel off, and the building shook a few times.

The ten fingers trapped in the painting seem to have started to rebel frantically again.

“When I saw you, I felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if I should be you.” The boy’s voice changed slightly from before, as if he had finally made up his mind: “There is only one way to leave here, and that is to kill everyone except me. Every child, every teacher, every life here is a part of me. They are all my impurities. Everyone shares a number—024. Only by killing them all can my consciousness return to my body and have the possibility of leaving this orphanage.”

"You can only leave after you kill everyone?" Han Fei was taken aback.

“I’m all alone here underground. They’re just my scattered thoughts. This is the only way, because I know someone who did this before, and he disappeared into a blood-red night.” The boy’s voice was innocent: “Do you think it’s cruel? But some of those thoughts merge with malice and become monsters that only know how to kill, while others are corrupted by hatred and become vicious madmen. If we don’t deal with them, they will kill even more people in the future.”

"I don't think it's cruel, it's just that these things..." Whenever Han Fei thinks about these things, the memories in his mind are gradually stained red.

He seemed to have made such a decision before; the person the little boy mentioned who disappeared into the blood-red night seemed to be him.

Just hearing the boy say these things was enough to unsettle Han Fei's heart. He laughed wildly from time to time, and the blood-red fragments of memory were slowly prying open the entire ocean of memories.

"Didn't you tell me to leave?" Han Fei fell silent upon hearing the boy's question.

He looked at the white house before him, at the pure white walls and clean, tidy buildings all around, as if he had returned to a long time ago. It was as if he were standing as an observer, watching his childhood self.

"What are you going to do?"

"I will have my mother kill them. When I was locked underground, only my mother was by my side. She is my only family and will always love me." As soon as the boy finished speaking, Han Fei heard the chilling sound of skin being pierced.

He turned his head and saw that the tattered doll had torn open its belly, revealing a knife and a pure white heart hidden in a pile of blackened cotton.

Without hesitation, it pierced the little boy's chest. Even in his final moments, the boy was still clutching his doll, and as he was killed, a hint of relief crossed his face: "Mommy..."

The little boy's blood fell onto the white house, and the first blood flower bloomed on the pure white house. At the same time, a trace of blood appeared on the pure white heart inside the doll's body.

Han Fei remained standing in the room filled with clutter, while the puppet ran out with the sharp knife.

Screams rose and fell in my ears, and bloodstains appeared on the white house; the boy seemed to be preparing to stain the white house red.

All of this was just like the scene Han Fei had seen in his memory, and the feeling of memory and reality overlapping made him feel dazed.

The image of the blood-red orphanage deep in his mind and the orphanage number 024 in front of him swayed together, and the maniacal laughter had an increasingly strong impact on Han Fei.

"This is the Crimson Night?"

Stepping out of the room, Han Fei looked around. The once pure white corridor was now covered in bloodstains, with blood flowing on the bright floor, shattering the beautiful illusion.

"Don't chase me! You monster! Don't come any closer!"

Han Fei followed the puppet forward and saw a child in white clothes fall to the ground. The puppet slowly approached with a sharp knife in its hand.

The child crawled on the ground, grabbing everything around him and throwing it at the doll.

But those things couldn't harm the doll, which was already covered in wounds and had grown accustomed to all pain.

"Monster! Get out of my way!"

The boy screamed loudly, his face filled with fear. Those monstrous cries reached Han Fei's ears and echoed through the orphanage, which was slowly being stained red.

"monster?"

Han Fei, inside the blood-red orphanage, seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world; he laughed so hard his lips looked like they were about to be torn apart.

With his maniacal laughter, the chains of memory binding the Crimson Orphanage tightened once more.

The doll approached amidst the sounds of monsters, and without hesitation, it plunged the dagger into the boy's body.

The white coat was stained red, the white shoes were soaked in blood, and a blood flower bloomed on the white orphanage, like a red spider lily swaying in the wind.

Walking through the bloodstains, the doll pounded on the door of the playroom. Slowly losing patience, it smashed the glass door with a sharp knife.

With its tattered body encasing a heart that was slowly turning red, the doll, holding a knife, crawled into the recreation room.

"Don't hurt these children!"

The caregiver shielded the two children behind her, grabbing the rocking horse in the playroom and staring intently at the plush toys.

The children were crying, and the caregivers were terrified.

"Why are you doing this! We didn't hurt you! We didn't want to kill you! Many things that happened were accidents, don't act impulsively, don't go any further!"

The caregiver's shrill voice overlapped with a voice in Han Fei's mind, sharp and tearful, mixed with fear.

It's so similar; it seems Han Fei has experienced everything that's happening now.

The chains of memories deep within his mind rattled as Han Fei, from the Crimson Orphanage, and the dolls in the recreation room walked forward together.

There was no sympathy or pity in their eyes, and their white hearts were slowly being stained red.

"Oh!"

Han Fei, inside the Crimson Orphanage, reached out and grabbed the orphanage's gate, while the puppet in the recreation room raised a sharp knife in its hand.

"You guys run!"

The caregiver told the orphans to run away quickly, and she picked up the rocking horse toy and waved it laboriously at the puppet.

The sharp knife kept slashing at the wooden horse's belly, and those hideous marks seemed to be directly imprinted in Han Fei's eyes.

He remembered these things! He remembered the rocking horse in the orphanage's playroom being covered in knife marks!
Wood chips flew everywhere. The caretaker only lasted a short while before being killed by a sharp knife. Her blood flowed onto the rocking horse and seeped into its wounds.

Han Fei's hand rose uncontrollably, reaching for the wooden horse toy. It was unclear whether he wanted to stop the puppet from continuing its killing spree or to grab the wooden horse that was almost identical to the one in his memory.

Without exception, all the children who were seen became corpses. As those faces appeared in Han Fei's eyes, his pupils trembled, and the maniacal laughter deep in his mind crashed against his reason like waves.

The first two memories that came back to Han Fei only caused him pain, but now these scenes awakened the despair deep in his mind.

All the children and teachers in the orphanage are the distracting thoughts of Number 024. He wants to leave this place and regain control of his body, so he must kill all the distracting thoughts.

"Was I like that back then?"

A person is born with all kinds of emotions, but the maniac who is imprisoned in the Blood Orphanage can only laugh. In order to get out of the cage, did he also kill all other emotions?
"My personality leans towards the healing type. When my emotions are ravaged, there is a chance that I will slowly recover. Was the experiment meant to make me kill my own emotions over and over again?"

“I’ve lost my smile, but the men in the Crimson Orphanage can do nothing but laugh. We…” Han Fei tried to think rationally, but his mind was already occupied by the maniacal laughter.

The figure inside the blood-red orphanage was gripping the gate. The scene Han Fei was witnessing seemed to have deeply affected him, and he wanted to get out!
Before playing "Perfect Life", Han Fei never imagined that he would encounter such a thing. As the memories in his mind were gradually stained red, his iron will began to waver.

The sound of maniacal laughter rang in his ears, and Han Fei could even smell the pungent stench of blood. Every memory in his mind seemed to turn red!
Looking at the corpses on the ground, after each orphan was killed, their faces would become blurred, and the numbers on their clothes would slowly disappear.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but the children's corpses in Han Fei's eyes began to look more and more like him. Influenced by the blood-red memories in his mind, Han Fei even felt that what was being slaughtered now was not the distracting thoughts of No. 024, but him at different ages.

"Save us! We don't want to die! Please help us!" The last child remaining in the underground orphanage ran up to Han Fei, his face filled with terror and tears.

Seeing the child's helpless and desperate look, Han Fei instinctively reached out his hand to protect the child behind him.

There was no reason or justification; he simply followed his instincts and wanted to do it, but his arm could only be raised halfway before it could not be lowered.

The air was filled with maniacal laughter, a hysterical laugh tinged with an unspeakable despair, which affected Han Fei's behavior.

Suppressing his maniacal laughter, Han Fei finally grabbed the orphan, but the dagger had already pierced through the boy's body.

Blood flowed from his chest, and the child stared intently at Han Fei, his wide eyes filled with the emotion Han Fei knew best—despair.

This time, Han Fei saw it very clearly: the boy's body temperature was slowly dropping, and his face was becoming more and more like Han Fei's.

The corpse before him became a mirror, reflecting Han Fei's forgotten past.

He saw his own murdered self on the corpse's face; perhaps it was just a fleeting thought, but he certainly possessed his own emotions.

Blood splattered onto Han Fei's body. It was warm and viscous, and the flowing blood clearly exuded the breath of life, yet every time it was seen, death would occur.

Han Fei unconsciously embraced the corpse and looked around.

The maniacal laughter from the blood-red orphanage overlapped with Han Fei's gaze. When the white orphanage was completely stained red, the scene they saw became identical.

"Oh!"

The flowing blood dripped onto the grass, blurring the painted green grass.

As the killing continued, more and more cracks appeared on the walls of the orphanage. Ten Fingers, who was trapped in the painting, saw an opportunity. He reached out and tore off the faces from his body, stuffing the faces that were still begging for mercy into the black fire of hatred.

"When I get out, you will all die!"

Black flames burned, distorting the paintings on the front wall. The silhouette of ten fingers gradually became clear, and he stepped out of the painting.

Killing intent and hatred intertwined. Ten Fingers used black fire to clear a path. The paintings around him had completely changed shape. Each stroke of the oil painting became a thin lifeline, all wrapped around Ten Fingers, trying to force him back into the painting.

"It must take quite a while to get here from the hospital, right? You've already missed your chance."

He stretched his arms into the black fire with his ten fingers, seemingly offering himself to nourish it.

The flames of hatred burned even more intensely, and when the flames reached their peak, the ten fingers caused the ball of black fire to explode!

In a desperate gamble, the black fire instantly shattered the fabricated beauty on the walls, revealing the true nature of the underground orphanage.

Cracks spread across the walls, staining the white walls red, and bloodstains were everywhere. Black flames and foul-smelling blood rained down from above, like black flowers withering in a bloody rain.

"A Blood-Red Night!"

Looking at everything before him, countless memories flashed through Han Fei's mind, images of unfamiliar faces appearing, all of them dying tragically in various ways.

Unable to stand, Han Fei's last remaining rationality led him to a thought: "Only the most desperate person can possess the black box."

His mind was completely engulfed in crimson, and the blood-red orphanage that had been suppressed deep within his mind was slowly emerging.

Han Fei's benevolent soul, malevolent soul, and childhood memories desperately pull on three chains, supporting Han Fei's personality. Kindness teaches Han Fei to love and forgive, malice makes Han Fei decisive and ruthless so that he will not be harmed by others, and the remaining memories of his childhood teach Han Fei to strive for happiness and light.

Previously, these three remnant souls could help Han Fei suppress the maniacal laughter deep in his mind, but on this day, when a scene similar to a blood-red night appeared before Han Fei's eyes, the memories buried deepest in his mind were triggered.

The despair that had been avoided by forgetting finally burst forth like a flood breaking through a dam.

"Han Fei!"

The altar was opened, and a series of ghostly figures surrounded Han Fei. These cold and terrifying ghosts looked at Han Fei with worry in their eyes.

"So you guys are here too." Shizhi closed his eyes, seemingly sensing his surroundings. Once he confirmed that there was no other hatred around, his eyes, which were filled with killing intent, reopened.

“I advise you to leave as soon as possible.” Li Zai stared coldly at Shi Zhi: “You were seriously injured in the department store, and most of your hatred dissipated; after escaping here, the hatred in your body was absorbed by the orphanage, and just now you forcibly consumed all your hatred black fire in order to leave the oil painting. Without the hatred black fire, you are no different from a top-level resentment.”

Ten Fingers is in very poor condition, but hatred is still hatred. Li Zai wanted to make Ten Fingers back down, but he underestimated Ten Fingers' treachery and viciousness.

“You’re right. I’m not much different from a powerful resentment if I can’t ignite the black fire of hatred in a short time. But even so, I can kill you all without any problem.” A greedy glint flashed in Ten Fingers’ eyes as he looked at the paper house deep in the room that was almost completely stained red: “I’m going to eat you all up.”

A hideous smile appeared on his ugly face, and the two human faces on his ten fingers slowly shattered, while two extremely disproportionate arms grew from his shoulders.

Even more terrifying things were yet to come. The remaining facial marks on Shizhi's body began to melt away, and more and more things started to grow on his body.

Those limbs almost wrapped him up like a ball of flesh, making him look incredibly bizarre.

"I will imprint your faces on my chest, so that you will never be free from this fate!"

His ten fingers were swelling, and the black fire in his heart had almost been extinguished, but the remaining trace of hatred would still cause great harm to his resentment.

No matter how the residents of the dead building attack, they can hardly hurt the vital parts of the ten fingers, but as soon as the ten fingers touch them, a large piece of their soul will be torn off.

Worse still, his ten fingers had an extremely strong regenerative ability, and he put the torn-off fragments of his soul directly into his mouth to heal the injuries he had suffered.

"Stop him!"

All the neighbors spontaneously protected Han Fei at the back. Li Zai and Ku first used their abilities to influence Shi Zhi, but there was a chasm between resentment and hatred, and their talents were difficult to be effective on Shi Zhi.

"Xu Qin, take Han Fei back first, he's acting very strangely!"

The neighbors practically fought their way out for Han Fei with their bodies, but Shi Zhi had long seen that Han Fei was the core, and he himself had a special hatred for Han Fei.

Whether in the shrine world or the deeper world, Han Fei had ruined his plans. If only one person could be killed on the spot, Ten Fingers would definitely choose Han Fei.

"By taking over your body, there should still be a chance to reclaim the shrine!" The massive body with ten fingers charged towards Han Fei. He hid his remaining hatred in one of his arms. As long as he attacked with all his might, ordinary resentment would be instantly annihilated, unable to withstand even a single blow.

Seeing the ten fingers rushing towards her, Xu Qin pushed Han Fei away, and the most venomous curses poured out from the knife in her hand.

"Step aside!"

The ten fingers and arms on her body intertwined and reached out to grab Xu Qin, with one arm filled with hatred directly gripping Xu Qin's kitchen knife.

The curse couldn't immediately harm the hatred, and Xu Qin was slammed to the ground.

The blood, imbued with a curse, made Xu Qin's lips even redder. She stared at the body of her ten fingers and plunged one kitchen knife after another into it.

"I really want to taste the flavor of hatred."

The curse, like the most bizarre patterns, appeared all over Xu Qin's body, following the flow of blood.

When the last knife pierced through, Xu Qin's reason was completely overwhelmed by the curses. Hundreds of different curses intertwined with her body, and at this moment, even her ten fingers had to turn back.

"Take Han Fei and leave first!"

Xu Qin's voice rang out in the underground orphanage, and the shouts of the neighbors kept reaching his ears. Han Fei stood in the blood rain. This orphanage, stained red, was very similar to the blood-red night in his memory, but there were also some differences.

On that desperate night, he was all alone and could only hear his own voice.

But on this night, countless others were waiting for him.

A maniacal laugh echoed in his mind, and Han Fei's lips slowly began to curl upwards. He didn't know why he had killed before, but now he was very clear about the meaning of his killings.

The bloody memories were like waves, constantly engulfing him. He struggled with all his might, but when he was occasionally lucid, he saw Xu Qin with her body pierced by a kitchen knife, the firefly that charged ahead regardless of its soul being scattered, and the crying that used despair as a weapon.

That blood-red night will never happen again.

Overwhelmed by a flood of bloody memories and the shock of despair, Han Fei made a choice.

The evil spirit, desperately clinging to the chains of memory deep within his mind, understood perfectly, and a hint of excitement flashed in his wicked eyes.

"Since we all have the same soul, why should we be bound?"

At Han Fei's signal, the Evil Soul loosened its grip on the chains of memory.

His benevolent spirit and childhood memories were instantly shattered by the chains, and Han Fei's mind turned into a sea of ​​blood.

A maniacal laugh echoed in Han Fei's mind, and the blood-red figure standing in the orphanage looked towards a certain place, his face slowly becoming clear.

At the same time, an exaggerated smile appeared on Han Fei's lips. When he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any kindness or gentleness in his gaze, nor any pain or despair.

(End of this chapter)