My Healing Games

Chapter 612 Han Fei's First Live Broadcast

If Arlene was only scared when she first saw the child in the dark, now her heart is completely filled with fear.

"How could this be? I didn't feel anything at all!" Arlene tried to turn her head to look at her back, where dense child handprints were stuck to her clothes, like a deadly curse.

She frantically tore at her clothes, becoming somewhat deranged.

“The costumes we wore were all provided by Tang Yi. Is it possible that he tampered with our clothes beforehand, applying something special to them?” Bai Cha tried her best to explain based on her own understanding: “I’ve seen Tang Yi often prank others like this in other variety shows.”

Arlene's condition had become quite abnormal. Her eyes, which had been red and swollen from crying several times, were becoming increasingly swollen. Her hands gradually lost control, and she even tore her own shirt in several places.

"Don't follow me! Don't grab me!" Her fingernails even dug into her own flesh, accidentally drawing blood from her back.

"You can throw away that coat." Han Fei took off his own coat and handed it to Arlin: "Don't walk at the back of the group later. You and Li Huang walk in the middle, and I'll bring up the rear."

Considering the possibility of hidden cameras nearby, the actors turned their backs to Arlene, shielding her in the middle, and made her take off her top, which was covered in bloody handprints, and put on Han Fei's clothes.

"Thank you..." After changing her clothes, Arlene finally calmed down, but her eyes seemed to have changed compared to before. The red paint seemed to have splashed into her eyes, making the corners of her eyes turn scarlet.

“It’s alright. Ghosts probably can’t directly harm people, but they will use various hints to make you hallucinate and have illusions, ultimately killing you themselves.” Han Fei felt it wasn’t safe enough, so he added, “Remember, I said probably, I can’t be sure.”

Han Fei had fought with the butterfly and knew the methods of hatred, but there was something beyond hatred that could not be spoken.

Some hatred may not be able to kill directly, but what if they can use something unspeakable left behind? Too much has happened in this abandoned plastic surgery hospital, and no one knows what the deepest horror is, so it's never too much to be careful.

Carrying the female corpse's torso alone, Han Fei walked at the very back of the group. After taking off his shirt, his perfect figure was revealed, and even Li Huang couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Compared to handsome male actors like Xiao Chen and Bai Cha, Han Fei possesses a unique charisma that is difficult to describe precisely; it's as if even ghosts wouldn't dislike him.

"I'll go first." Bai Cha felt she couldn't let Han Fei steal all the limelight, so she took the initiative to walk in front.

When Bai Cha left the operating room and walked down the corridor, she suddenly felt a little dazed.

The once empty and dark corridor now has a black altar with a huge black and white photograph on it.

Even more bizarrely, the woman in the photo doesn't have her own face.

In a corridor strewn with paper money and wreaths piled on both sides, being faced with such a face would make anyone feel a little intimidated.

Bai Cha now regretted going first, but she was too embarrassed to speak up, so she could only bite the bullet and move forward: "Be careful, there's a new photo in the corridor outside. There were other people on the fourth floor when we entered the operating room."

Several celebrities came out and all saw the offering table that had suddenly appeared in the corridor.

"It's obvious that the mastermind behind this is seeking revenge for Woman Number Eight. Why would a dead person set up their own funeral? I feel it's more likely that a living person is impersonating a ghost." Wu Li has acted in many horror movies, and most of them have similar endings, so he is very familiar with these kinds of stories.

"Let's not stay on this floor, let's go downstairs first." Arlene was very scared, and her voice was trembling.

"Okay, you guys stick close to me." Bai Cha didn't have the same courage as Han Fei at all. He held his phone up for a while before daring to move forward, taking each step very cautiously.

"Are you even capable? Can you hurry up?" Han Fei, carrying the female corpse prop, urged impatiently. He needed to go back to play games that night and had to get off work before 10 pm.

"What's the rush? I'm being cautious, you know? Have you ever played a horror game?" Bai Cha stubbornly refused to admit it, but he knew he couldn't be too cowardly, so he quickened his pace.

The emergency exit was still pitch black. The building's electrical system seemed to be damaged, and the props that the crew had deliberately designed did not trigger properly. In any case, the whole corridor seemed very eerie.

"Watch out! I saw those three little devils right here on the second floor!" Standing in the middle of the group, Arlene was holding Li Huang. She didn't even dare to open her eyes to look at the road in front of her, for fear that the child's face would emerge from the darkness again.

"Don't worry about me." Bai Cha cheered himself up in his heart. It took him half a minute to move from the third floor to the second floor. He turned his head to look into the second-floor corridor and froze on the spot again: "How is this possible?"

"What happened?" The actors following behind were already on edge, and they all tensed up when they saw Bai Cha stop.

"See for yourselves." Bai Cha pointed to the second-floor corridor. In the middle of the dark corridor, there was a heavy metal operating table. On the huge operating table was a red "strawberry" cake with several white candles stuck on it.

Knives, forks, and tattered children's clothes were scattered around the operating table, and children's shoe prints could be faintly seen on the ground.

"How did they manage to move something so heavy out of the house?"

The celebrities exchanged glances, and finally Arlene spoke up: "I saw a ball roll out from the second floor earlier, but it was actually a child's head. It seems like there are a lot of children gathered on this floor!"

“This shouldn’t be! The script we received is a romance-revenge type. This plastic surgery hospital isn’t an orphanage. Why are there so many children here?” Wu Li was puzzled.

"Maybe Number Eight liked children when he was alive." Bai Cha was a little scared. He ran past the door of the second-floor corridor as fast as he could and came to the first floor.

Back on the first floor, seeing the lights in front of the elevator, Bai Cha finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, we're safe."

Walking at the front of the group is indeed very dangerous, because you have to be the first to face unexpected situations. However, Bai Cha will never admit that he is inferior to Han Fei. He wants to prove that he is worse than Han Fei in front of all the cameras!
"Xia Yilan disappeared when the elevator doors opened. You guys better be alert and watch your surroundings, lest you end up like her and get snatched away by something." Han Fei carried the female corpse toward the elevator. These actors were putting on a brave act, but in reality, they didn't even dare to get close to the elevator.

"You want us to watch our surroundings? Stop spreading rumors. You and Xia Yilan are clearly in cahoots." Bai Cha looked at her with an expression that said, "I've seen right through you."

"If this were a live broadcast, the audience would probably think you're an idiot." Just as Han Fei was about to approach the elevator, the light in front of the elevator door suddenly flickered, as if there was a malfunction.

A faint smell of blood wafted to Han Fei's nose, and he instantly became alert. He noticed that the temperature around him was starting to drop, and something bad was indeed coming.

"careful!"

Han Fei shouted a reminder, looking towards the safety passage on the right.

Previously, everyone used the left-hand emergency exit. The crew had only cleared the left side, while the entrance to the right-hand emergency exit was piled with garbage and various discarded items, and there were also signs prohibiting passage posted on the walls.

"Are you putting on airs again?" Bai Cha sneered. "The Best Supporting Actor is getting into character?"

Han Fei stood still, without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the safety passage on the right.

Li Huang, who was standing beside him, also sensed something was wrong and asked softly, "Han Fei, did you see something?"

Before she could finish speaking, the debris blocking the right-hand emergency exit fell to the ground.

As pieces of trash and debris fell, an arm covered in various paints emerged from the safety passage on the right.

"There really is one?" Xiao Chen's heart tightened, and he and Alin shrank behind Li Huang.

A stench and the smell of blood slowly wafted out, and the missing short security guard reappeared. His face was painted with corpse makeup, and his body was smeared with a large amount of artificial blood plasma, creating the appearance of a gruesome death.

The lights at the elevator entrance flickered on and off. The short security guard's arm was twisted at an odd angle as he carried a knife, walking towards the group like a rusty machine.

As the temperature dropped, Han Fei's bad premonition grew stronger.

"No way? No way? You're really getting this into a dead actor?" Bai Cha mocked Han Fei mercilessly. He was afraid of ghosts, but not of living people.

The short security guard is probably an NPC arranged by the production team. No matter how much he acts, he won't hurt himself.

With this in mind, Bai Cha overcame his fear and remained standing at the front of the line, neither dodging nor flinching.

"Let me see what kind of information you can bring us," Bai Cha said, wiping the sweat from her brow and feigning composure.

The lights above his head were flashing more and more frequently, and the short security guard seemed to be getting used to his body and was running faster and faster!
After the lights went out again, all the actors saw shadows running rapidly in the darkness.

When the lights came on again, the short security guard had already rushed up to Bai Cha!
On the face made up to look like a corpse, one could vaguely see a large number of the character for "death" written in red paint. Without any hesitation, the short security guard stabbed Bai Cha in the neck!

The sharp blade reflected Bai Cha's terrified face. Just as the sharpened knife was about to sever Bai Cha's neck, her body was kicked aside.

He narrowly avoided the attack; the knife only grazed his face.

Blood dripped onto the ground. Bai Cha touched the shallow wound on her cheek and finally came to her senses from the shock.

"The knife is real?!"

The short security guard's face was almost entirely filled with the word "death." His eyes were bloodshot, and even a fool could see the murderous intent in him.

"Bleeding? Bleeding!" Xiao Chen saw that Bai Cha was almost slashed by that knife, and his reaction was even stronger than Bai Cha's. He turned around and ran towards the passage leading to the main building.

But he was devastated to find halfway there that the door connecting the ward to the outside passage was locked, and they were trapped inside.

Bai Cha only dared to be arrogant in front of the crew members. But when he actually encountered a murderer, his mind went blank, and all he could think about was escaping.

Looking at the short security guard's deadpan face, Bai Cha sat on the ground and crawled backwards. Then, together with Xiao Chen, they rammed the iron gate, trying to leave.

But at this critical moment, the lights in front of the elevator doors suddenly went out.

The loss of light became the final straw that broke their sanity; most normal people wouldn't dare to stay with a killer in the dark.

Everyone rushed backward, shouting as they ran towards the safety exit, fearing that if they were too slow, they would be hacked to death by the killer.

A jumble of footsteps sounded, and some people fell down but quickly got up again. The people in front all fled, leaving only Han Fei, who was carrying the female corpse, behind.

“The two security guards are from the film crew. They must have stayed in this building for a long time to guide the actors into the story. I don’t know exactly when they were infected.” Han Fei looked at the deathly expression on the short security guard’s face and took the initiative to move forward in the darkness.

“If you can only attack me indirectly through others, then you probably have no chance of winning tonight.” Grabbing the female corpse with one hand, Han Fei no longer concealed his strength. He smiled in the darkness, a far cry from his previous sickly appearance: “My body hasn’t fully recovered yet, but it’s almost done.”

The security guard, wielding a sharp knife, charged towards Han Fei. He was completely consumed by murderous intent, as if he wanted to carve the word "death" onto Han Fei's body.

With his face contorted, the security guard aimed a dagger at Han Fei's heart, but it was blocked by the prop female corpse.

The dagger pierced the prop. Before the knife could be pulled out, Han Fei kicked the security guard in the knee, then swung the female corpse prop and smashed it into the guard's face.

This was the first time in his short career that the short security guard had been swung at by a female corpse. He fell backward, but quickly stood up again. It was as if a force was influencing him, making him subconsciously feel that he should kill Han Fei at all costs.

An ordinary person would panic if they encountered a robber with a knife, but Han Fei had seen too many similar situations, and since he also had a weapon in his hand, he had no intention of running away.

Using a female corpse prop as a shield, Han Fei seized the opportunity to engage in close-quarters combat with the security guard. His fighting skills were learned from Li Xue and practiced on the vengeful ghost, honed through repeated life-or-death battles.

In fact, it would have been very easy for Han Fei to cripple the security guard, but since they were still filming, he could only forcibly restrain the guard and see if he could help him regain his senses.

Han Fei locked the short security guard's wrist, which was holding the knife, and accidentally broke it. After the knife fell, he threw the guard to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw and saw the blood-red handprints left by countless children on the guard's back.

“There were these things on the back of Arlene’s clothes before, luckily we found them early.”

Han Fei removed the short security guard's coat, and the guard's resistance noticeably weakened.

He then took the security guard's coat and used it to wipe away some of the "death" characters on the guard's face.

The security guard, who had initially resisted fiercely, gradually stopped struggling and lay on the ground with a livid face.

"Is there any clue about this guy?"

Han Fei searched the security guard's body and found a miniature camera that could be worn on his chest, as well as a mobile phone that Tang Yi had specially provided for the security guard.

When Han Fei turned on his phone, he saw the normal broadcasting system and a series of independent live streams. The popularity of each live stream was ridiculously high, and the live stream that was locked onto Han Fei was ranked first.

"Everyone has their own dedicated live stream room, and there's also a shared live stream room. Tang Yi is playing pretty big games, huh?"

Han Fei held the security guard's phone. He never expected that his first time on a live stream would end up like this.

(End of this chapter)