My Healing Games

Chapter 537 Why Do They All Want to Kill Me? (5000 Monthly Tickets Requested)
Malicious people wantonly bullied the sickly kitten, kicking and humiliating him, throwing stones and garbage at him.

The kitten struggled to crawl forward, not calling for help, as if he knew no one would help him.

Dragging its body, the kitten shielded the portrait beneath it.

As he buried his head in the mud, the beating and cursing suddenly stopped, and he looked toward the alley entrance.

The dim light of the streetlamp shone on a man who seemed to have arrived in such a hurry that his shirt was not buttoned up properly.

"Another one who needs to be taught a lesson."

"Kick the car? My brand new car, you dare kick it?"

"You're asking for it! Beat him up!"

A group of thugs who called themselves "Laozi" rushed towards the alley entrance.

“There is trash everywhere, so we should choose two sides of the black box.”

Han Fei's body was completely submerged in shadow. He had never been so angry before. Seeing Fu Sheng being bullied like this, that feeling of rage instantly surged into his brain.

The thug with purple hair ran in front, arrogant and domineering, as if torturing and beating others was a joyful thing, and as if doing so made him seem powerful.

Purple Hair swung his fist, trying to smash Han Fei's nose, but he was too slow.

Before he could even get close, Han Fei kicked him in the knee.

As Zi Mao lost his balance and was about to fall, Han Fei caught his outstretched fist.

The fist, scalded with cigarette burns and adorned with rings, could no longer move forward.

Purple Hair looked up and saw a terrifying gaze he would never forget.

Han Fei, stepping from under the streetlights into the shadows of the alley, resembled a ravenous lion. The murderous intent in his eyes was almost overwhelming, yet a smile still lingered on his lips.

Han Fei locked Zi Mao's arm and bent him backward, and Zi Mao's screams instantly echoed through the alley.

Purple Hair was in great pain, but Han Fei did not stop. In front of the other thugs, he broke Purple Hair's arms little by little, and then kicked him into the garbage heap.

The whole process took only three seconds. When the other thugs saw that the purple-haired man's arms were twisted into pretzels, they were too scared to go any further.

"So many of you are attacking me, and none of you dare to step in?"

Han Fei's gaze carried an indescribable sense of oppression. The two thugs running in front dared not move, while the thug standing behind quietly took out a folding knife from his pocket.

As Han Fei walked forward, the three thugs behind him rushed towards him.

They shouted to bolster their courage, and the last man's hand, hidden in his sleeve, gripped a small knife tightly.

He looked at Han Fei with a vicious gaze, but was surprised to find that Han Fei was also staring at him; the man's eyes seemed to be able to see through his heart.

Just a few meters away from Han Fei, the thug running at the back suddenly accelerated, pulled out a folding knife from his sleeve, and stabbed Han Fei.

Grabbing the heavy trash can next to him, Han Fei threw it directly at the thug.

The trash obscured his view, and the thug instinctively reached out to stop it. He blocked the trash can, but after the trash can fell, Han Fei delivered a powerful punch directly to his face.

Feeling dizzy, he slumped to one side.

Han Fei grabbed the thug and dragged him along like a dead dog.

“I, Fu Yi, am a bastard who deserves to die. Don’t mistake me for a good person.”

Han Fei snapped off the thug's fingers one by one, listening to his screams, and dragged him toward the other thugs.

He smiled, but his tone was chillingly cold.

"No one who hit him will get away with this."

Screams echoed incessantly in the dark back alley, and Han Fei didn't even give the thugs a chance to call the police.

When the last thug collapsed in the garbage heap, crying and begging for mercy, Han Fei walked towards Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng, who had been curled up on the ground, had stood up. He was covered in mud and shoe prints, but the photo frame he was protecting to his chest was completely undamaged.

Fu Sheng didn't greet Han Fei. He carried the photo frame and walked out into the darkness, step by step approaching the street lamp at the alley entrance.

After tidying up the white bouquets on the ground, Fu Sheng carefully placed the girl's portrait on the ground and bent down to pick up the scattered merchandise and put it back into the bags.

Finally, he placed two new bottles of yogurt in front of the portrait, stood silently for a while, then picked up the bag and walked towards home.

The child seemed very lonely; he appeared to be the most unusual person in the world.

After walking a few steps, Fu Sheng stopped again. He slowly turned around and looked at Han Fei, who was standing in the shadows of the alley.

With his mouth open, Fu Sheng spoke his first words to Han Fei: "There is a faceless woman standing behind you, and she wants to kill you."

After saying that, Fu Sheng picked up the bag and walked home without looking back.

"It seems that Fu Sheng really can see ghosts."

Han Fei walked out of the alley. He didn't chase after Fu Sheng to go home with him, because he knew that Fu Sheng still really disliked him.

Sitting next to the girl's portrait, Han Fei looked at the intact photo and then at Fu Sheng, who was covered in mud.

"Even if he was beaten to a pulp, he would still protect a complete stranger's ghost. Why would Fu Sheng choose the path of destroying the deeper world?"

People constantly bullied Fu Sheng, causing him stress and pain, thinking he was crazy, and hurting him badly. But in the end, Fu Sheng chose to protect them.

"He must have been in great pain when he made that decision."

In Fu Sheng's memory world, Han Fei saw him working very hard to protect all kinds of ghosts and monsters, which was completely different from Han Fei's previous impression of Fu Sheng.

“No matter what kind of person he is, I will protect him now. He is my child.” Han Fei looked at his blood-stained hands: “Before, no one carried the burden for him…”

After Fu Sheng went upstairs, Han Fei shouted into the alley again: "If I find any damage to the portrait outside, you guys are all dead."

After saying that, Han Fei walked towards the residential area. When he returned home, Fu Sheng had already locked himself in his room again.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning. He said something to me today, and that is a breakthrough."

Han Fei was in a good mood. As he changed his shoes, he noticed that his wife's shoes were positioned differently than before: "Did she go out too?"

Pretending not to know anything, Han Fei quietly opened the bedroom door. He saw his wife still sleeping in bed, so he moved even more gently.

As Han Fei crawled into bed, about to go to sleep, he suddenly heard a system notification.

"Attention player number 0000! Your wife's hatred towards you has decreased by one."

"Hate lessened by one percent?" Han Fei was somewhat surprised. He didn't know what he had done that had offended his wife, or perhaps it was all the things that had accumulated and finally reduced his wife's murderous intent a little.

"Although it's only a little less, it's already a very good start." Han Fei lay down on the mattress and quickly fell asleep.

With his tense nerves relaxed and his tired body gradually recovering, Han Fei slept soundly until dawn.

The curtains were drawn back, and sunlight shone on his face. When Han Fei opened his eyes, he saw his wife standing in the doorway.

"I'm going to be late for work."

"Okay, I'll get up right away." Han Fei got up from the ground, quickly folded the quilt and mattress, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, the woman had already served the food.

"If you have a foot injury, just let me know and I'll do it for you."

Han Fei finished his delicious breakfast, glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized there was still time: "You can rest at home today, I'll take Fu Tian to kindergarten."

"No need, you should go to work." The woman handed Han Fei her neatly packed briefcase and saw him to the door. "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

"I'll cook dinner when I get back tonight. You should rest well and not move around too much. Focus on healing your injury first." Han Fei picked up his briefcase and walked out of the room. "I'm leaving."

"Be careful on the road."

"Ok."

Han Fei walked in the sunlight and took the elevator downstairs.

This time he was smarter; he checked his surroundings for suspicious vehicles before leaving the neighborhood.

I was careful all the way and finally arrived at the company before nine o'clock.

"I'm actually not late today, that's something to celebrate."

When Han Fei arrived at the office, his four subordinates had already started working.

"We'll leave work when it's time, but we need to work hard during work hours and not slack off." Han Fei returned to his seat, turned on his computer, and was just about to play a game of Plants vs. Zombies when Li Guo'er suddenly walked over.

"Team leader, this is a revised version of your design requirements." Li Guo'er handed the printed document to Han Fei, which contained the illustrations and corresponding annotations.

The main storyline of the game is roughly about a scumbag who is dating five women at the same time. After his affair is exposed, he is chased by the five women and two female ghosts.

There are sweet interactions and heartwarming daily moments, as well as some fan service scenes, but there is more horror and suspense.

As Han Fei looked at the drawings, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. In Li Guo'er's drawings, the male protagonist died more and more tragically each time; she had indeed poured all her emotions into creating them.

Standing next to Han Fei, Li Guo'er leaned down and said meaningfully, "Team leader, I drew seven different endings, giving this scumbag seven different ways to die. But the game can't have all these endings, and I just can't figure out how to make such a scumbag survive."

“Hiss… I also think he’s doomed, but we’re making games after all, so we have to give players a little bit of hope, even if it’s just a glimmer of light. At least we need to give players something to look forward to.” Han Fei put down the documents: “Everyone has done a great job. Let’s stop what we’re doing and have a brief discussion on how a scumbag protagonist can survive.”

Han Fei mainly wanted to ask Li Guo'er this question, because he didn't want to be killed suddenly while he was at work.

The ways Li Guo'er drew to depict death included pushing the scumbag off a building, or having his neck stabbed with scissors while he was napping at his desk.

Han Fei wasn't that scared at first, but after seeing these things, he really panicked.

"I thought about it for a long time last night, and it seems like the male protagonist has no chance of surviving." The guy who watered the fake tree yesterday looked at everyone and said, "Besides, I also really want the male protagonist of this game to die. I'm still single, and this guy is dating five women at the same time, and he has a wife. Damn it, this kind of person must die!"

Han Fei scratched his head: "When you're thinking about problems, don't put yourselves in the players' shoes. You have to consider the problems from the players' perspective, understand? The players are playing the scumbag, so you have to think from the scumbag's perspective now, how he can have a chance to survive."

“If I were that scumbag…” Fake Tree Bro pondered for a while: “Rather than living in fear every day, it would be better to end it all. Anyway, I’ve already enjoyed it.”

"Negative, your thinking is too negative."

"I've dated five women already, what else do I care about?"

No one spoke in the office until Li Guo'er finally offered her opinion: "I think that scumbag is going to die no matter what he does. His best ending would be to choose a less painful way to die and to try to lessen the women's hatred for him before he dies."

“That makes sense. Please continue.” Han Fei prepared to write down Li Guo’er’s words and use the methods she taught him to lessen her hatred towards him.

“The damage has already been done. Even if the wound heals, it will leave an ugly scar. There is no way to perfectly make up for the past. If I were one of the women he hurt, I really couldn’t forgive him. The best I can do is to cause him as little pain as possible when I kill him.” Li Guo’er didn’t say anything specific about the solution. She gently pushed up her glasses and slowly sat back down in her seat.

"Little Fruit, you're too kind." Fake Tree Bro held up a finger and waved it from side to side: "If I were that woman who was bullied by that scumbag, I would definitely cripple his lower body. That would be worse than killing him! Team leader, why are you staring at me like that? Don't you also think what I said makes sense? Sure enough, men understand men better!"

“That makes sense. Let’s get back to work and try to finish the plan today.” Han Fei looked at the computer screen and suddenly felt that Plants vs. Zombies wasn’t fun anymore. He secretly glanced at Li Guo’er, who was engrossed in her work, and a chill ran down his spine.

The ways of dying that Li Guo'er drew were so realistic, it felt as if she had seriously planned them.

"My charm is already at -13, why am I still encountering a mission like this?"

Just as Han Fei was struggling with his hair, there was a knock on the office door.

“Fu Yi? It’s your turn to clean the storage room. It hasn’t been tidied up for months.” A middle-aged man with fair skin appeared at the door. He was dressed very casually and had a smug look on his face.

"Octopus, don't go too far. You guys have been cleaning the storage room all along." Fake Tree Bro stood up.

“We used to be in charge of these peripheral projects, so we had time. Now we’re working overtime to develop immortality, so we don’t have time for those miscellaneous tasks.” The fair-skinned middle-aged man waved his hand: “Sister Qian has agreed. If you’re not happy, go find her.”

The octopus finished speaking and left, his expression utterly despicable.

"That damn octopus is really getting out of hand!"

"Alright, alright, you four get back to work. Finalize the plan as soon as possible. I'm going to check the storage room." Han Fei got up and left his seat. He didn't really want to sit with Li Guo'er, and now he had a convenient excuse.

Walking deeper into the corridor, the storage room and archives area were rarely visited, and the surroundings were very quiet.

"My mood hasn't dropped, so I'm safe for now." Han Fei pushed open the door to the storage room and saw all sorts of things piled up in a mess: boxes of documents, finished prop models, a broken computer monitor, and so on. "This is too messy."

Upon entering, Han Fei had only taken two steps when he realized something was wrong: "The shelves seem a bit tilted. Why are all those heavy-looking props and models placed on top of the shelves?"

Han Fei had worked behind the scenes before acting, and he was well aware that this arrangement posed a safety hazard.

"It feels like this was done on purpose. Is that middle-aged man called Octopus trying to harm me?" Han Fei closed the door to the storage room. "No, he seemed to have mentioned Sister Qian before. It's possible that Zhao Qian instructed us to come here to clean."

Observing the various items in the storage room, Han Fei moved forward little by little, and soon he discovered the problem.

Hidden beneath the pile of scraps of paper on the ground were bundles of colorful ribbons, the ends of which were caught on the shipping container. If someone didn't see them and tripped over the ribbons, it could tip the container over.

Han Fei grabbed a broom from behind the door and cleared away the pile of scrap paper in front of the ribbons. Underneath lay various plastic props, some of which looked like unsharpened knives.

Under normal circumstances, those props would not be able to hurt anyone, but if someone accidentally falls, those props could very well pierce their body.

"Who wants to kill me?"

“Li Guo’er and the girl in the skirt both attacked directly, with the idea of ​​dying together. But the person who wanted to kill me was different. She hated me terribly and wanted me dead, but she was also very rational.”

Han Fei pictured Zhao Qian in his mind; that mature, sophisticated, and strong woman was still single.

"No way? There are no flirtatious chat logs between us on my phone. Did I delete them at her request?" Han Fei stared at his phone, his Adam's apple bobbing. "My subordinate wants to kill me, and now my boss wants to kill me too?"

Zhao Qian is a few years older than Fu Yi. She is shrewd, mature, and experienced. If she also wanted to kill Fu Yi, she certainly wouldn't show any murderous intent on the surface.

"It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. I need to be more careful in the future."

Han Fei grabbed a broom and forcefully lifted the ribbons off the ground. The already unstable container on the left side collapsed towards the aisle in the middle, and everything on top of the shelves fell down.

"The placement of those props—the head, genitals, cheeks—was tested multiple times..."

A loud crash followed, and footsteps immediately sounded outside. Han Fei also fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, the door to the storage room was pushed open, and Zhao Qian was the first to enter.

The sexy and mature woman's first glance went straight to the shipping container, where there was nothing underneath.

Then she looked to the side and saw Han Fei, who seemed to be stunned.

She quickly crouched down and looked at Han Fei with great concern: "Are you alright?"

Han Fei's stiff lips twitched slightly, and he nodded: "Yes, I'm not dead."

(End of this chapter)