My Healing Games

Chapter 615: Real Childhood Memories?
After receiving a hint in the elevator, Han Fei dragged the corpse prop with one hand to the seventh floor. All the windows here were boarded up, making the whole floor feel particularly oppressive.

Han Fei took out the security guard's phone and opened Xia Yilan's live stream. Strangely, there was no one in the live stream.

"The plastic surgery hospital is equipped with dynamic tracking cameras. Whenever Xia Yilan passes by, she will be filmed until she enters the camera's blind spot. Now that her live broadcast room is empty, it means that she must have stopped in some blind spot."

Han Fei walked forward slowly, and then he suddenly saw his own reflection in Xia Yilan's live stream.

"She's hiding right around me?"

As soon as he stopped, Han Fei sensed someone rapidly approaching from behind. He picked up the corpse prop and swung it backward, but he missed everything.

Based on the location locked by Xia Yilan's live stream camera, Han Fei could confirm that Xia Yilan was nearby, but he couldn't see anything.

"What about people?"

Xia Yilan may have had some special experiences in the past, but she is just an ordinary person. Even if she is possessed by a ghost or cursed, Han Fei is not afraid. What he is worried about now is that something else is staying with Xia Yilan.

“Something was definitely approaching just now.”

Dragging the heavy corpse prop, Han Fei slowly moved backward until he found the camera that was filming Xia Yilan's live stream, which was stuck in the bloodstains.

As he was checking the camera footage, footsteps suddenly echoed down the corridor!
Without any warning, when Han Fei heard the sound, the footsteps were already very close to him.

Backing away, Han Fei noticed a pair of white shoes walking down the corridor and into a room.

"White shoes?"

The kindness of the little white shoes has been hijacked by Han Fei, and now only malice and hatred remain on those pure white shoes.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei didn't immediately chase after the white shoes. When you arrive in an unfamiliar place, the first thing you should do is familiarize yourself with the environment. Rushing forward recklessly could easily lead you into a trap carefully set by the enemy.

Han Fei kicked open the door and began inspecting each room one by one. Seeing his rough and direct manner, the viewers in the live stream were thrilled once again.

Trapped in an abandoned building, facing a serial killer and unknown dangers, Han Fei behaved completely differently from his six companions. An outsider might have mistaken Han Fei for the serial killer hunting down the other six.

Han Fei fixed the camera he had taken from the security guard to his shoulder, so that he could observe what was behind him through the live stream, essentially giving him an extra eye.

Knowing the audience's preferences, Tang Yi specially set up a separate live streaming room for this camera, allowing everyone to experience a first-person perspective live stream of a "murderer".

Without anyone else's script or the help of "companions," Han Fei, based on the clues revealed in his own script and with a little violence, obtained the corpse's other leg and internal organs on the seventh floor. Now, only the heart and head remain to be found.

The other live streams were in complete chaos, with everyone running for their lives, so fast that even the cameras couldn't capture them clearly. Many fans of celebrities even came to Han Fei for help, saying that their idols were about to have their careers "collapse" physically.

Comparing these live streams, it's clear that Han Fei is special; everyone else, whether human or ghost, is running away, but Han Fei is seriously thinking about clearing the level.

In fact, Han Fei was also in a state of high tension. He didn't have time to look at the comments, as he was focused on the room that the little white shoes had just entered.

As each door was kicked open, Han Fei got closer and closer to that room.

"right here."

With his hand gripping the door lock, Han Fei slowly exerted force, and the door opened with a click.

The small room was painted white, looking like a pure white canvas. Everything inside was white, and even after so long, it remained as white as ever, as if someone came to clean it every night.

"Whose room is this?"

A white single bed was covered with white bedding, white sheets hung to the floor, and a pair of white shoes were placed in front of the bed.

There was a small white table directly opposite the toe of the white shoes, and on the table were several little figures folded from white paper.

Each little person's head is open, and they have no facial features or clothes of their own, which seems to suggest that they have never had a self, or even formed the concept of self.

Han Fei entered the house, and the sound of the rain hitting the windows became even more intense, as if the rainwater had penetrated the glass and fallen into the room.

A drop of liquid fell onto the back of Han Fei's neck. He reached out and touched it, his fingertips turning red.

"Blood?"

Looking up, cracks appeared in the white roof, as if a pure white heart had been torn apart, with foul-smelling blood flowing out from the cracks.

More and more blood soaked through the white walls, cracks spread outwards, and bloodstains clung to the ceiling, falling into the room like rain.

Han Fei's body was soaked. He felt as if the entire room had been violently torn apart from the outside, and all the secrets inside the room were about to be stained with blood.

After regaining his footing, Han Fei looked down at his phone screen.

The scene shown in the live stream was completely different from what Han Fei saw in his own eyes. In the live stream, Han Fei was standing at the door of a dilapidated white hospital room. The ceiling had been smeared with a lot of something that looked like red paint, and at this moment, that stuff was dripping onto Han Fei's back.

"He used his white shoes to attract my attention so he could get the 'paint' on me?"

Han Fei himself was also affected; he saw what the painter wanted him to see, whether it was an illusion, a dream, or a form of psychological hypnosis, he didn't know.

The person behind the scenes succeeded, but Han Fei had seen far more terrifying scenes in the deeper world, so he acted perfectly normal, and none of the viewers in the live stream noticed anything wrong.

Red paint slid down his hair, and Han Fei felt as if something was burning the back of his head. Waves of pain tugged at his nerves, and some memories he had found in the deep world surfaced, most of which were related to the Crimson Orphanage.

The crimson memories in his mind seemed to have some connection with the red "paint" dripping onto the back of his head, and Han Fei wanted to figure out his past. He hardened his heart, released his consciousness, and deliberately immersed himself in the illusion.

Having been tempered by the deep world for a long time, Han Fei was confident that he could break free from the illusion, so he made the decision to go and see what was in that illusion.

His vision gradually became blurry, and footsteps sounded again in the corridor outside. Han Fei looked outside and saw the little white shoes with red paint stains walk through the corridor and enter another room.

At this moment, the plastic surgery hospital that Han Fei saw was different from before. The blood-red paint seemed to be a paintbrush held by a ghost, spreading all kinds of strange patterns and constantly twisting words on the wall.

"Only good children can come out for some fresh air and see the outside world, but for monsters, our world is this small room, where they can't get out or escape."

“I don’t envy those children who can come out of the underground. The light they see is just fake. That hypocritical light is completely different from the light emitted by the sun.”

"They're so stupid. They think that if they listen to the doctor, they'll be seen as good kids. But in the doctor's eyes, they're just like me, monsters."

“Those children who left always told me how beautiful the outside world was. Bright windows, green leaves, even a bird flying by could excite them for a long time.”

"Seeing how happy they are, I can't bear to tell them the truth. No matter how beautiful the outside world is, it has nothing to do with them. Their world only consists of this room, this big black box where we live, which is the true nature of the world."

"Doctors always lie to us, saying that the world is beautiful and that we monsters can be reborn in the outside world as long as we slowly become normal people. I know they are lying to me."

“Those doctors weren’t telling the truth at all; they were just using us. They never intended for us to leave.”

“I miss that artist a little. He was the one who really wanted to help us. Although he never said he would take us away, at least he left fake windows on the walls of this dark room.”

“In the last period of my life, I felt I should see him one last time. Because I made a new discovery in the darkness. The red ward at the end of the corridor was said to have been black before. It seems that a child who was successfully tested lived there. I also heard that the child who was closest to perfection eventually killed everyone.”

“He can’t hear me, and I can’t leave.”

"I didn't know how to meet him, so I could only draw myself in the window he painted."

"Slowly, I grew up in this dark room. Of all the children, I was the only one who never left. I knew my fate was sealed; I would die on my eighteenth birthday as the most failed experiment."

"This should be the last birthday wish I make. I hope... that artist never comes back."

Blood-red paint and pigments were splattered on the wall, and the words seemed to come alive. Looking at them was like seeing a sick teenager.

"Did that child really not want the artist to come back? Or was it because none of his birthday wishes came true, so he said something against his conscience?"

Everything was normal in the live stream; the viewers only saw flowing blood. However, after coming into contact with the blood plasma, Han Fei was affected to some extent, and he saw words rolling in the blood.

Walking among those blood-red words felt like stepping into a patient's dream, with his delirious ramblings filling my ears.

Move forward and open the next door.

In the pitch-black room, everything was painted black except for the number "4" on the door.

Before Han Fei could enter, all the doors in the vicinity were pushed open, and the furnishings of each room were completely different.

Some were painted in vibrant colors; some were filled with asymmetrical and deformed objects; some rooms were empty, simply shaped like a sphere; and others were filled with all sorts of profound and unfathomable formulas and puzzles…

Han Fei kept looking towards the end of the corridor, where there was an unnumbered ward, which was completely dyed red.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again, please let me go."

"I'm just a nurse who follows their orders. I just want my face back. Go find the doctors, go find the people who killed you!"

"Don't ruin my face! I have nothing left, please let me go!"

A woman dressed in a sexy and revealing manner crawled out of the blood-red room. She sat down on the ground, her face and body having a strange sense of disharmony, as if the face did not belong to her.

"Xia Yilan?"

The woman in the distance heard Han Fei's voice. Like a drowning person grasping at a last straw, she cried out and reached out to Han Fei, but her legs seemed to be locked by something in the room, unable to break free.

"Save me! Save me!"

"What exactly did you do? Why do those children want to kill you?" Han Fei still remembered the first time he went to find Qiangwei, he unexpectedly found Qiangwei threatening Xia Yilan with a list.

Rose is most likely a numbered child from the orphanage, and the fact that Xia Yilan is being targeted by him suggests that Xia Yilan may have been involved in something.

Furthermore, Xia Yilan had vaguely mentioned words like "nurse" and "order" when she begged for mercy, which made Han Fei even more certain of his guess. He wanted to take this opportunity to find out the truth.

"I didn't do anything! I was just one of the middlemen, just a living business card for the plastic surgery hospital!" Xia Yilan cried out to Han Fei, "Those children are ingredients for personality plastic surgery! I was only responsible for bringing the clients who needed it to the hospital, I don't know anything else!"

"Aren't you going to think about it again?"

"They promised me they'd change my face after I completed five transactions!" Xia Yilan was dragged along. "All the middlemen had their faces changed!"

After uttering her last words, Xia Yilan was dragged into the red ward.

Han Fei rushed forward carrying the corpse prop, and the closer he got to the ward, the more intense the pain in the back of his head became!

"All suffering originates from the location of the black box!"

In a daze, Han Fei even thought he had returned to the deep world, and his body naturally reacted in various ways.

"Were those writings left behind by the orphans who died here? Did he discover the red room?"

Han Fei kicked open the door to the last ward in the corridor and saw Xia Yilan being pressed onto the operating table, surrounded by one after another children without facial features and who had lost their sense of self.

The children held cakes made of human blood in their hands, and then used their little hands to stuff the bloody cakes into Xia Yilan's mouth.

Her beautiful face looked as if it were about to be torn apart; she couldn't make a sound; her eyes bulged outwards, and she looked extremely frightening.

Han Fei didn't like Xia Yilan, but he absolutely couldn't let her die in front of him like this.

He strode into the room, and the moment he stepped inside, a familiar feeling he had never experienced before arose in his mind, as if he had stayed in such a blood-red room for a very, very long time.

"Could my real childhood memories be... that I spent my whole life in a room like this?"

(End of this chapter)