My Healing Games

Chapter 609 The Elevator That Doesn't Lie

The actors picked up the security guard's patrol log and opened it.

"On January 1st, at midnight, I was puzzled as to why this abandoned building still needed security guards. I heard that the security guards in the building had either had accidents or gone insane from fright, but I don't know if it's true or not."

"January 4th, midnight. Being on duty at the hospital was even more boring than I imagined. I was all alone in this godforsaken place, with no friends to talk to. The internet signal was also very bad. Even watching a virtual idol's live stream would lag. I didn't know how long I could hold out."

"January 31st, midnight. The first month is finally coming to an end. I just got a call from my boss, and he's offering four times my salary for the whole month. I'm absolutely blown away by this job. This is what I was born to do!"

"On the night of February 4th, a new colleague joined today, but I didn't hear from the manager that anyone else was coming. Oh well, as long as the salary isn't reduced, it doesn't matter how many people come."

"On the night of February 9th, my new colleague was acting strangely. He was acting strangely all day long, and he never slacked off. He patrolled five times every night. Was he trying to drive me crazy?"

"On the night of February 14th, I kept feeling that my new colleague was staring at me from behind. Was that his gaze? There have been a lot of strange things lately. It seems like there are always voices coming from deep inside this abandoned hospital."

"At 2 a.m. on February 24, my new colleague did not return after the fourth patrol, and I could not reach the boss by phone; the signal was completely cut off. I am going in to check now. If I do not return, I hope whoever sees this diary will go into the room next to the security room. I have hidden some information I have gathered there."

"At 4 a.m. on February 24th, I found my new colleague with a leg injury in the elevator car. He said someone had taken the broken elevator upstairs, and that the person had no shadow and that all the lights would go out wherever they went. Damn it! I wasn't scared at all by myself!"

"February 28th, 8 a.m., I've finally made it through another month! I'm thinking of quitting, but the boss is paying me too much. It's frustrating."

"On March 1st, my boss not only gave me four times my salary, but also a bonus. But why do I feel like there's something strange about the way he talks? I don't feel comfortable taking this money."

"March 29th. This month is almost over. I can't continue like this. I have to leave!"

"On March 29th, at 6 PM, as it was getting dark, a torrential rain started. Four men and four women came to the hospital to take shelter from the rain. They all looked like big stars on TV; the men were handsome, and the women were beautiful. However, two of the women looked very similar. Were they twins?"

"March 29th, 6:30 pm, I'm panicking! The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and before the signal is completely cut off, I received a message from my boss."

"He said it was too dangerous for me to stay in the hospital alone, so he decided to find another security guard to come and keep me company. That person is going up the mountain tonight, and the boss hopes I can go and pick him up!"

"The security guards the boss arranged only went up the mountain tonight. Who was the security guard who worked the night shift with me last month? Where did he come from!"

"On March 29th, at 7 PM, the guy impersonating a security guard disappeared! The power to the security room in the abandoned hospital was also cut off! Was it him?"

"On March 29th, at 7:30 PM, there was something wrong with those eight people who came to take shelter from the rain! They..."

The last few pages of the diary were torn out, leaving only these contents.

"This guy really talks a lot." After flipping through the diary, Xiao Chen looked at Han Fei, as if waiting for the class representative to summarize the academic failure.

“Our variety show is called ‘The Secret Book of April 4th,’ but on March 29th, the security guard mentioned that four men and four women came to the hospital to take shelter from the rain, which means we may have been here last month.” Han Fei looked at the others: “Does your script mention anything about last month?”

"No, this is our first time going on a picnic."

"In other words, we have indeed forgotten something. We were here last month, and the woman in the photo was still alive. But now she is dead, and her face in the photo has become blurry, as if it had been rubbed off forcefully." Han Fei pointed to the other actors: "According to the normal plot, it is very likely that the seven of us killed her. We were all involved. Maybe you did it, maybe he dismembered her."

"Please, don't make it sound so creepy, okay?" Xiao Chen felt that Han Fei's voice was calm and cold when he spoke, as if he had really done those things.

"If that's the case, then why would we come all the way back if we killed someone?" Li Huang also felt that Han Fei's words made sense, and her impression of Han Fei was slowly changing.

“I understand! It’s possible that because we did some very cruel things to Number Eight, we were traumatized and lost some memories of her. It’s also possible that everyone deliberately avoided mentioning that name!” Wu Li said.

"I feel like Woman Number Eight has turned into a vengeful ghost. Because we killed her, she used supernatural means to erase our memories and then gathered us here again, ready to kill us all!" Arlene's voice became shrill. She didn't expect her first variety show appearance to be so exciting.

“What you all say makes a lot of sense, but there’s another possibility.” Han Fei’s face revealed a somewhat sinister smile: “March has thirty-one days. We first came to the hospital on March 29th. This variety show is called April 4th Secrets, and it tells the story that happened on April 4th.”

"What does this prove?" Bai Cha frowned. He disliked Han Fei, but he couldn't lash out because they were being filmed by hidden cameras.

“March 29th to April 4th is exactly seven days, and the seventh day after death is the day when the dead return to their bodies.” Han Fei stroked the torn part of the diary: “Another possibility is that the eighth day is still alive, and the seven of us are the ones who died.”

"You're really talking nonsense. If we're all ghosts, what's the point of filming?"

"Have you forgotten the expression on the short security guard's face when he saw Xia Yilan?" Han Fei stood at the furthest point from Xia Yilan.

"Yes! The short security guard looked like he'd seen a ghost and ran as fast as he could towards the depths of the hospital!" Wu Li recalled that scene.

"Perhaps he had seen Xia Yilan's body, perhaps he killed Xia Yilan, perhaps he rushed back just to dig up Xia Yilan's body again and examine it." Han Fei's analysis made a lot of sense, but after hearing his analysis, the other six celebrities unconsciously distanced themselves from him.

"Why are you all so far away from me?" Han Fei asked, puzzled. "Either we're all human, or we're all ghosts. We're always in the same boat."

After saying that, Han Fei picked up the diary: "The security guard wrote on February 24th that if he didn't come back alive, then whoever found the diary should go to the room next to the security guard's room to look for the information he left behind. Let's go, let's go to the place he mentioned first, and then go to the elevator that the security guard's colleague said was haunted."

The dark and enclosed environment, the terrifying and eerie atmosphere, and the calm and composed Han Fei—these three elements combine to create a harmonious cinematic effect, as if they were one and the same.

“It’s different when you’re making ghost movies. Actors like us who make urban romance and workplace films find it hard to adapt to this atmosphere.” Xiao Chen and Wu Li followed behind Han Fei.

After searching for a long time, the group finally found the room where the security guard usually lived on the second floor. It contained only some very basic daily necessities.

They went next door and found a locked, dilapidated hospital room.

"The door is locked; we need to find the key first." Wu Li walked into the security room. "We seem to have overlooked the clues about the key..."

"Oh!"

As soon as Wu Ligang finished speaking, the actors heard a loud bang. They stared blankly at the door that Han Fei had kicked open, their brows twitching.

"Sorry, it's a habit." Han Fei entered the room and smelled a faint stench of decay. Looking up, he saw color photos of the seven of them hanging on the wall.

"Why are our photos here? And everyone's still wearing their graduation gowns?"

"These photos are terrifying, they look like they've lost their souls, how were they photoshopped?"

"Look! There's something under each photo. Under Bai Cha's photo is a small iron cage, under Xiao Chen's photo is clothes, and under Xia Yilan's photo is... a face?!"

The six actors stopped in front of Xia Yilan's photo, looking at the face that had been peeled off the model's body, and all turned to look at Xia Yilan.

Xia Yilan was in very poor condition at this time; she was shivering from the cold.

"Are you sick?" Wu Li took off his coat and kindly handed it to her, but Xia Yilan seemed to be provoked and suddenly knocked Wu Li's coat off.

"I never wear clothes that other people have worn."

Seemingly realizing she had been somewhat impolite, Xia Yilan quickly picked up Wu Li's clothes and forced a smile: "Don't misunderstand, these are lines from the script. That's just how my character is."

"Understood, understood." Wu Li was just an ordinary third-tier horror movie actor. No matter what Xia Yilan said, he would always give her a way out.

"Han Fei, what's the meaning of the thing placed under this photo?" Li Huang began to consider Han Fei's line of thought: "Could it be our motive for murder? Bai Cha once locked Woman No. 8 in an iron cage, and Xia Yilan once stole that woman's face?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Bai Cha exclaimed anxiously.

The celebrities were chattering amongst themselves, while Han Fei looked at the seven color photos. On the photos of the other six people, someone had written in red pen, "Give me back my face." Only Han Fei's photo had a cross drawn on it with red paint.

"Is he really a painter? But what's he doing here?"

The most mysterious and strangely powerful vengeful person in the plastic surgery hospital is the painter. Even Dr. Yan doesn't know anything about him. Han Fei himself only knows that in the white orphanage, the painter used only the oil paintings on the walls to bind his severely injured fingers.

"The Painter wasn't as strong as the Butterfly, but when I killed the Butterfly, it happened to be the night of the return of the soul. Half of the Butterfly's body was in the nightmare, and the other half was in the deep world. With the suppression of the song, we managed to kill it by chance with the help of everyone else."

Luck played a large part in killing the butterfly; the butterfly Han Fei faced was probably only half of its full strength.

"Even if the painter is weak, he's still stronger than a butterfly at half its strength. This guy is a bit troublesome."

Han Fei didn't actually want to run into the painter right now. After Xu Qin overcame her hatred, he already had a plan in mind.

He planned to use the goodwill of the white sneakers and the hatred of the two people in the dead building to induce the hatred of the plastic surgery hospital to negotiate at the "neutral place" department store.

If all goes well, we can all enter the park together.

If things don't go smoothly, then we can use the power of the Mirror God to create a situation where we outnumber the enemy and besiege the white sneakers.

"Han Fei? Han Fei!" Arlene patted Han Fei's shoulder lightly: "We found the page that was torn out of the security guard's diary."

Han Fei turned his head and saw that Arlin had picked out some fragments from the cracks in the floor tiles. After piecing them together, there was only one sentence on it—There is a ghost among the eight of them!

"You guessed right. The last part torn out of the security guard's patrol log must have been the speculation about the ghost's identity." Wu Li searched the room but found no other clues. "Now we're at a stalemate again."

“Let’s go check the elevator in that building.” Han Fei put away the scraps of paper: “The security guard mentioned in his diary that his colleague saw a person without a shadow enter the elevator. Maybe only ghosts can ride that elevator.”

"Do we still have to go to that building?" Xiao Chen could no longer maintain his sunny and warm image: "I know Tang Yi's variety shows are always unpredictable, but I didn't expect the recording process to be so torturous."

Han Fei ignored Xiao Chen's complaints and walked straight into the building.

There were a lot of hidden cameras installed inside the building, and Han Fei wanted to see if the painters would appear in front of the cameras.

The seven people re-entered the corridor and arrived at the annex building.

The building was much dimmer, except for one fairly bright light near the elevator.

"This building has been abandoned for so many years, can the elevator still work?" Arlene was a little worried. It was her first time participating in a variety show, and she was a complete newcomer.

"You can completely trust Tang Yi regarding safety. All the props they use in their variety show have been checked more than five times." After Wu Li finished speaking, he pressed the elevator button.

The dilapidated elevator doors slowly opened, and a stench emanated from the elevator car, inside which lay a severed leg.

"It should be a prop, don't panic." Wu Li braced himself and entered the elevator to check. Suddenly, a strange green light appeared on the cracked display screen: "The severed leg prop has words engraved on it. To enter the elevator, you have to feed it something! Living people need organs and body parts, dead people need..."

Before Wu Li could finish reading, the elevator car began to shake, and the elevator doors slowly closed, scaring Wu Li so much that he quickly ran out.

"What kind of mechanism is this?" Wu Li asked, still shaken. "Luckily, I ran fast enough."

"It seems I guessed correctly. We can verify each other's identities through the elevator. As long as we find the body hidden in the building, we can open the elevator for one minute." Han Fei walked to the elevator, but as soon as he got close, the light at the elevator entrance suddenly went out.

Several celebrities were caught off guard and screamed in fright, but Han Fei was slightly taken aback. He remembered that the security guard had written in his diary that his colleague had seen a ghost without a shadow, and that the lights would go out wherever the ghost went.

"Am I a ghost? Or is a ghost approaching?"

(End of this chapter)