My Healing Games

Chapter 616 Solo Show
The "red paint" dripping onto the back of Han Fei's head seemed to have come from this red room. When it touched Han Fei, he felt a special connection with the room.

If you compare a room to a box, then he is the person trapped inside the box.

They never see the light of day, have no concept of time, and simply repeat the same desperate and painful things over and over again.

With his hands clenched tightly, blood vessels appeared in Han Fei's eyes. He could feel his heart being pierced, a pain far greater than any physical ache.

"I've even forgotten the despair I experienced, I only vaguely remember the feeling..."

A low laugh suddenly came from the back of my head. The laugh sounded like that of a child who was naive and knew only how to laugh. Over time, his laughter began to contain all sorts of negative emotions.

Fear, grief, sadness, collapse, followed by hysteria, and she became something completely different.

"He was always smiling. At first, his smile was meant to heal, but after healing so many people, it began to terrify everyone. People started to be afraid, worried that one day he would kill everyone!"

Standing in this blood-red room, Han Fei, immersed in his hallucination, understood for the first time the profound meaning contained in that eerie laughter.

"Was that me? But I've never laughed from the bottom of my heart before?"

Memories flashed through his mind, and many fragmented pieces of memory appeared before Han Fei's eyes.

Every time he exits the game, he gets stuck in a city frozen in blood, and during that short time, there's another blood-soaked person standing behind him.

Han Fei couldn't see the figure and face of the person behind him clearly, but he clearly remembered that whenever the maniacal laughter was released, the person standing behind him would have more emotions and become more like a living person!

That's how it is in the game, and a similar, very special thing happened in real life as well.

Han Fei will never forget the time when, after quitting the game, he looked through his phone and accidentally found a photo of himself wearing a helmet while playing the game.

The doors and windows were tightly closed and locked, and there were police guarding the outside. It would be very difficult for a living person to sneak into his house under these circumstances and take pictures of him with his own phone while he was playing games.

Han Fei had always wanted to know who took the photo, but he had no answer. He also kept the photo instead of deleting it.

"What is the relationship between the maniacal laughter and me? Has he been watching me all along? Or is he hiding in a black box?"

The black box appeared earlier than the maniacal laughter, so this conjecture was first rejected by Han Fei.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became; he desperately wanted to know the truth.

"Do you know the answer? Have you seen the people in the blood-red room?!" Han Fei shouted at the children next to the operating table. All of those children had lost themselves. They were like products that were specially made to provide other children with superior personalities. After their personalities were extracted, they became useless waste. They didn't even have their own faces when they became ghosts.

Upon hearing Han Fei's voice, some of the children walked towards him. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Yilan, who was on the operating table, screamed like a madwoman, her face completely distorted.

"Take me away! I know the Red Room! There's only one real Red Room. It's used to extract children's personalities, and all the surgeries are done in that blood-red room!"

After Xia Yilan finished speaking, dark red blood flowed from her mouth, and her flawless face looked as if it was about to crack open.

"Help me! Help me! The Red Room is underground, I've been there! I can take you to the real Red Room!"

The children smeared red cake on her face and kept stuffing it into her mouth. Xia Yilan, who had been unable to make subtle expressions due to her face transplant, showed her deepest understanding of fear this time. Her screams almost pierced Han Fei's eardrums.

Han Fei, who had been actively immersing himself in the illusion and letting those strange things dominate him, became slightly more sober.

"Okay, I'll trust you again."

Han Fei grabbed Xia Yilan's calf, trying to pull her towards him.

When the faceless little devils saw Han Fei trying to snatch someone, they all rushed over.

A pair of small hands, stained with blood-red cake, grabbed Han Fei, and the red "human blood cake" was smeared all over Han Fei's body.

Strangely, he did not feel pain or madness, but only a strange sadness.

He could faintly hear the sound of children crying.

Blood-red curse text appeared directly on Han Fei's clothes. A child who called himself "4" left behind curses filled with hatred and malice. He wanted his room to become the second blood-red room. He longed for the blood-red room and dreamed of becoming the next person to live in the blood-red room. Unfortunately, he could not do it at all.

When the blood-red words began to appear on Han Fei's body, he was truly affected for the first time.

Unlike the psychological suggestions that the butterfly had given him, the fourth child kept calling out, and then the fragmented, blood-red memories in his mind began to respond on their own.

Previously in the deep world, Han Fei had never thought there was anything wrong with those blood-red memory fragments, but when they were awakened by the cursed text of the fourth child, Han Fei found that his past memories of his childhood seemed to be completely torn apart.

"Are all my memories of childhood fake?"

The seeds of doubt have already been sown, and they are taking root and sprouting under the catalysis of bloody memories.

This feeling of denying the past was incredibly painful and agonizing. The children kept smearing new "cakes" on Han Fei, as if they were celebrating Han Fei's rebirth with their own flesh and blood.

"Take me away..." Xia Yilan had already screamed until her voice was hoarse; she was about to die.

Enduring the tearing sensation in his mind, Han Fei picked up Xia Yilan and ran out of the blood-red room.

After leaving that room, the excruciating pain in the back of Han Fei's head gradually subsided, but the oppressive feeling that enveloped his heart and mind did not dissipate.

He genuinely doesn't remember what happened in his childhood. This feeling of having experienced things but being unable to recall them gradually eroded his facade in front of the audience.

Yes, he, like other actors, is deceiving the audience.

The other actors deliberately acted boldly and bravely in front of the audience, while Han Fei constantly suppressed himself, trying his best not to act too outrageously in front of the audience.

"I can't suppress it anymore. Since that's the case, let's just let nature take its course."

Han Fei's eyes changed almost instantly, and the oppressive feeling from the underworld made Xia Yilan feel suffocated.

Han Fei stepped forward, preparing to go downstairs, but the safety door at the end of the corridor was pushed open.

A tall security guard appeared in the emergency exit, clutching two sharp knives.

His entire body was covered in red "death" characters, and he stood in the darkness.

The security guard's phone vibrated; it seemed someone had sent a message at that moment, and urgent alarms sounded outside the building.

Han Fei was unaware of what was happening outside. Normally, the best course of action at this time would be to find a place to hide and buy time.

But Han Fei stared intently at the madman covered in the word "death," his five fingers piercing the corpse's heart, gripping the scars left by the dagger.

Blood plasma slid down his shoulder, stuck to his arm, and dripped to the ground.

Ghosts surged behind him in the darkness, as if he had made the night his clothes, moving in the shadows after the lights were turned off.

The torrential rain pounded against the windows, shattering glass everywhere.

Amidst the incessant sirens, the wind, carrying rain, ruffled his hair.

Lightning flashed!

The sudden light outlined his silhouette, and everyone saw a pair of cold, dangerous eyes.

In the pitch-black corridor, the oppressive atmosphere was torn apart, and darkness collided with darkness!
"Oh!"

The entire safety door collapsed, and the terrifying killer, whose body was covered in the word "death," was sent flying a great distance.

Xia Yilan and the possessed tall security guard stared wide-eyed, their expressions remarkably identical – neither of them had anticipated such an outcome.

The Han Fei of today is no longer the Han Fei who was chased by butterflies. After experiencing two shrine inheritance missions, he has spent a long time in the game, and his overall strength, experience, knowledge, and mentality are different from before.

"Let's go underground now and tell me where the real Red Room is!" Han Fei rushed into the emergency exit and ran very fast.

"It's...it's underground." Xia Yilan felt like she was becoming a little more awake, but her voice trembled even more.

"Be more specific!" Han Fei was anxious. The alarm had sounded outside, and someone might come in soon. It would be very troublesome if he wanted to do something else then.

"Fourth basement level, at the very end of the corridor!" Xia Yilan answered Han Fei's question instinctively.

Running at breakneck speed, Han Fei quickly arrived at the first floor.

"Han Fei, Han Fei! Can you put me down? You don't have to take me with you!" Xia Yilan seemed very reluctant to enter the underground of the plastic surgery hospital, but Han Fei showed no intention of letting go. He didn't really trust Xia Yilan.

"It seems that the other actors also came here."

Looking at the messy shoe prints on the ground and a lost sneaker, Han Fei could already imagine the disheveled state of his colleagues as they were chased.

"Let this be a testament to my concern for their safety, and my efforts to rush here and save them."

Red paint was splattered in every corner of the underground, and the oil paintings on the walls seemed to be blinking. Xia Yilan screamed in despair before Han Fei carried her into the third underground level.

Hearing screams and wails, Han Fei was certain that the actors were also trapped on the fourth basement level.

Kicking aside the clutter in the middle of the stairwell, Han Fei peered down through the gap in the middle of the stair railing; the light from his phone couldn't reach the bottom at all.

"Don't go down, really don't go down! Impulsiveness leads to death!" Xia Yilan tried desperately to persuade her, but it was no use at all.

"The other actors might be in danger. You want me to abandon them and run away?" Han Fei said this loudly enough for everyone in the live broadcast room to hear clearly.

That's right, after everyone else abandoned him and fled for their lives.

When others were in danger, Han Fei disregarded past grievances and risked his own life to return and save those who had abandoned him.

It is both shocking and touching, and evokes a sense of respect.

Xia Yilan was speechless for a moment. It took her a while to come up with a rebuttal, but Han Fei had already arrived at the fourth basement level.

There were no cameras installed on this floor; it was outside the script, but that's okay, Han Fei brought his own camera.

He used the security guard's camera as his eyes. Although the signal was very poor on the fourth basement level, he could still vaguely see some broadcast footage.

"Such a strong smell."

Shining a cell phone light on the entire fourth basement level reveals red oil paintings everywhere, and anyone entering this level will inevitably get covered in that red "paint".

"How long have those three guys from the plastic surgery clinic been here?"

Blood-red windows were painted on the cracked walls, and red grass and flowers were painted on the ground, making it look like a painted red paradise.

Although it looks like a paradise, the feeling it gives people is hard to describe. It's like a living person walking into a nightmare, the kind of nightmare from which there is no escape.

"Is the sudden abandonment of the plastic surgery hospital also related to the existence of these things?"

What most people would find uncomfortable felt strangely familiar to Han Fei. He stood in the blood-red little playground painted by the painter, and his childhood memories were slowly fading.

He seemed to have returned to a deeper world, and his unique aura was fully revealed.

"Family?"

A word he had mentioned countless times but had never possessed came to mind.

But then he shook his head and silently said to himself, "A place without family, no matter how well it's built, is not home."

Conflicting thoughts raced through Han Fei's mind as he listened to the screams echoing down the corridor and walked deeper into the passageway.

More and more windows with blood-red oil paintings appeared, and the things inside became increasingly complex. Stimulated by the viscous "red paint," Han Fei's eyes grew increasingly dangerous.

Continuing forward, Han Fei saw Li Huang and the others when he was still more than ten meters away from the end of the corridor.

"How come there are only the three of you left?"

"Don't come any closer! Han Fei!" Li Huang's face was pale, and she seemed to have collapsed from fright. She shouted loudly after hearing Han Fei's voice.

"Hurry up! That thing is nearby!" Li Huang's voice was hoarse, but no matter how she shouted, Han Fei kept walking forward.

"You'll die! Saving us will kill you! Go back now!" Li Huang's expression gradually turned terrified. She pointed to an oil painting on the wall next to Han Fei: "That thing is over there!"

As she screamed, Han Fei had already reached the end of the corridor and stopped in front of them.

"Why did you come here to die?" Li Huang sat on the ground, overwhelmed by an unprecedented fear that nearly broke her heart. "We abandoned you and ran away, and you still came back to save us? We're the ones who killed you, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright." Han Fei looked at Wu Li and A Lin, who had already fainted, and then turned to look at the blood-red oil painting: "Actually, you could have dragged me down into the abyss with you. Maybe I would like that feeling?"

Upon hearing Han Fei's voice, Li Huang, who was terrified, stared blankly at Han Fei's face.

The current Han Fei is completely different from before. Gone is his melancholy and morbidity; his deeply hidden wildness and madness have been revealed.

(End of this chapter)