My Healing Games

Chapter 618 The program was canceled.

Black windows are painted on the red walls, and drops of blood slide down the window frames. A child in a hospital gown stands outside the window, one hand resting on the glass.

Han Fei stood in front of the window, looking at the boy outside. He never imagined that he could see the dead child in this way.

Is his soul inside the window? Or just a wisp of his consciousness?

As he slowly approached, Han Fei didn't know why, but it felt like he had seen Boy Number Four before. His hand involuntarily rose and rested on the windowpane.

Han Fei and the fourth boy stood facing each other through a window painted on the wall.

Outside the window, the boy's palm was pressed against Han Fei's. He looked up, as if comparing Han Fei to someone in his memory.

As memories and reality overlapped, the fourth boy shook his head.
"Even if you heal a personality, you can't heal a monster like that. My biggest flaw is that I always like to have unrealistic fantasies. A monster is a monster, even if it wears human skin."

The boy stared blankly out the window, unsure whether he was looking at Han Fei or at the world inside.

"Whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you, I am the only one who survived the bloody night. I don't remember anything after that. Can you help me remember?"

When Han Fei uttered the words "Bloody Night," blood-red cracks began to appear on the body of the boy who had been standing outside the window, like countless knife wounds.

He suddenly raised his head, which had been looking elsewhere, and stared back at Han Fei's face through the window.

"Are you really him? You can recover to normal after such crazy stimulation? Is healing personality really a perfect personality? Impossible! There is no perfect personality in the world!" The body of the fourth boy was slowly swelling, as if he had grown from a few years old to a teenager in an instant. His condition was getting worse and worse. The wounds on his body gradually joined together, as if he was wearing a garment woven from red thread.

"Tell me everything you know! About the plastic surgery hospital, those numbered children, and the Fu brothers, Fu Sheng and Fu Tian!" The alarm blared outside the building. Han Fei pressed his palm against the window, his tone urgent. He desperately wanted to know the truth.

"Fu Sheng, Fu Tian..." Number Four, whose body was undergoing rapid changes, opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with immense pain, as if these two names represented the most unforgivable despair: "He turned me into this!"

Clusters of shadows emerged from beneath Number Four's skin. His body grew larger and larger, exceeding the limits of human form and losing its most basic human shape.

"It's him? Not them? Are you talking about Fu Sheng or Fu Tian?" Han Fei keenly noticed a detail: "Have you also forgotten everything related to Fu Sheng? Am I the only living person in the world who remembers Fu Sheng's existence?"

"Don't go to the amusement park! The amusement park is the biggest conspiracy. The reward for completing all the games is—he will come back to life in your body!"

Number Four completely collapsed, transforming into a monster driven by destructive urges. He frantically rammed against the closed windows, losing all humanity.

The "red paint" flowing from the painter's arm wound slid to the ground. The painter had turned his back to the painting and stood in front of the window when he hit the painting on the fourth day.

Then a strange thing happened: the oil painting on the window began to melt away, as if it were slowly seeping into the painter's back.

The silent painter kept staring at Han Fei as he blended into the oil painting on the window.

This is a critical moment for him. If Han Fei interferes, it could have very serious consequences for him.

A full ten seconds passed, and Han Fei remained standing to the side, showing no intention of making a move. The painter also completed the final step of the fusion process.

A roar of the number four came from the wound on his arm, and the clothes on his back were completely torn apart, revealing a window painted on his spine, inside which was a monster that had completely gone mad.

Every time the monster struggled, the painter's soul would shatter, but he would quickly repair himself. It was as if he treated his body as a painting, and whenever the painting was damaged, he would use everything he had to fix it.

"There are still some things he hasn't told me! Why is the ultimate reward of Paradise someone else being reborn in my body? Is that reborn person Fu Sheng? Or Fu Tian, ​​the deceased chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals?"

Han Fei had completed the task of inheriting Fu Sheng's shrine, and he knew that both Fu Sheng and Fu Tian were extremely rare geniuses. In some ways, the younger brother Fu Tian was definitely no worse than his older brother Fu Sheng.

The painter gave Han Fei a deep look. His eyes were sunken. He didn't say anything to Han Fei and walked out of the house.

The walls he passed began to fade, all the oil paintings returned to normal, becoming lifeless, dilapidated and incomplete.

The alarm outside grew closer and closer, and by the time Han Fei chased after him out of the room, the painter had already disappeared.

"Number Four, self-destructive personality, a failed experiment, died on his eighteenth birthday. Just how much did this guy know?"

The alarm grew closer, and occasionally a few bright beams of light would pierce through the darkness and shine down.

"Have the crew members come in yet?" Han Fei looked around, then walked towards Li Huang, who was huddled in the corner. He squatted down in front of Li Huang and looked into her eyes: "Can you get up? You help Alin, and I'll carry Wu Li on my back."

"Han, Han Fei, what were those just now?"

"You must be hallucinating. I saw you yelling at me as soon as I came in."

“Impossible, impossible!” Li Huang shook her head repeatedly, gripping the wall and digging her fingernails into the oil paintings on the wall: “These paintings are alive! I saw those children walk out of the paintings with my own eyes.”

"This is the latest visual deception technology. You're just too tense. I suggest you go home and relax tonight, play some casual games." Han Fei spoke at a leisurely pace, with a unique rhythm: "Have you ever played 'Perfect Life'?"

As Li Huang gradually recovered, she nodded: "I play occasionally, I'm a purely casual player."

"I'm a casual player too. Could you tell me your game ID and your birthday? We can play together tonight." Han Fei stood up and extended his hand to Li Huang.

Asking for a game ID is normal, but asking for a birthday along with the game ID feels like something else entirely.

Li Huang was stunned for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, but she still told Han Fei all the information directly, after all, Han Fei had just saved her life.

Pulling up Li Huang, Han Fei then carried Wu Li on his back. He took out a security guard's phone for light and walked uphill.

After he arrived at the second basement level, the live stream returned to normal, and they were all captured by the camera again.

When the viewers in the live stream saw Han Fei covered in blood and rescuing the other actors, the live stream became as lively as if it were Chinese New Year.

In stark contrast to Han Fei's side were the two live streams focused on Bai Cha and Xiao Chen.

Idol actor Xiao Chen was pinned under a cabinet on the second floor, foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

Bai Cha abandoned everyone and hid alone in the toilet on the second basement floor. His face was pale, and he had piled various things behind the door. He was so frightened that he was a little abnormal.

People already looked down on Bai Cha for abandoning his teammates and escaping alone. The comments said that he was able to escape because he used his teammates as sacrifices to attract the monsters' attention, while he escaped alone.

Many comments were criticizing him, but some of Bai Cha's fans argued that people are bound to do some extreme things when they encounter danger.

But after Han Fei rescued the person, the fans' objections almost disappeared.

People are all the same; they all have hearts of flesh and blood of passion. But people are also different; some people are still willing to step forward when faced with danger.

Han Fei's actions are not encouraging everyone to act bravely for justice. Just think about it from the most basic perspective: if the audience were being chased by a serial killer, would they prefer someone like Han Fei as a teammate, or someone like Bai Cha?

The number of viewers in the live stream reached its peak, and Han Fei's popularity and fame also increased again. He is gradually moving towards becoming a second-tier actor.

Bai Cha and Han Fei were once rivals, but after this night's live stream, probably no one will ever think that Bai Cha is comparable to Han Fei again.

Staff have intervened, and now the live streams of Bai Cha and Han Fei are showing completely different scenes. Ironically, Bai Cha still doesn't know it's a live stream and still thinks it's a filming.

He was working very hard to block the door with the toilet and mop, tears streaming down his face, and cursing all sorts of nasty words.

At this point, Bai Cha's live stream seems more like a self-inflicted torment. Once the rescuers arrive and learn the truth, he'll probably faint.

The powerful flashlight pierced the darkness, and all live streams were interrupted when Han Fei and his staff met up.

The live stream ended halfway through filming, meaning Tang Yi has broken another record.

A flurry of footsteps sounded, and flashlights shone on Han Fei. Medical staff rushed over with various portable medical instruments and began examining the actors on the spot.

Other staff members went to other parts of the building to help Bai Cha and Xiao Chen.

Han Fei, covered in "red paint," looked to be the most seriously injured, but in reality, he was completely unharmed. His excellent physical condition even surprised the doctors.

"Han Fei! Are you alright!" Tang Yi and Director Jia Jia ran over from the entrance. Their behavior was completely different from when they first met Han Fei. They ran with long strides and their expressions were full of worry, as if Han Fei were some kind of nationally protected animal.

"I'm fine, you should worry about the others." Han Fei was thinking about what Number Four had said, but Tang Yi grabbed Han Fei's hand.

"Han Fei, may I speak to you in private?" Tang Yi's hands were cold, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his heart was pounding. He was known for his boldness, but this time he was truly terrified.

Before Han Fei could reply, Tang Yi quietly pulled Han Fei to the back of the crowd. He also held Han Fei's hand with his other hand, and there was a piece of paper with numbers written on it hidden in his palm: "This is the account password. I have already prepared the money for you. You must not tell anyone what happened on the show this time!"

"You can't tell anyone?"

"No matter who asks, just insist that it was all scripted!" Tang Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Brother, I've really messed up this time. Halfway through the live stream, it almost got banned, but there were two forces that I couldn't afford to offend. One side wanted to shut down the live stream immediately, but the other side used all sorts of connections to stop it, seemingly wanting more people to see the scenes inside the plastic surgery hospital."

“This plastic surgery hospital was built by Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals. If Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals wants to shut down the live stream, then who is the other party? Deep Space Technology and Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals jointly developed 'Perfect Life.' There is no need for them to take action against their ally. Besides them, who else would dare to confront a behemoth like Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals?” Han Fei looked at Tang Yi, but Tang Yi shook his head repeatedly.

"I dare not say, so please don't ask." Tang Yi held Han Fei's hand tightly. "Brother, once I get through this, I will definitely repay you properly! Without your help this time, something really bad might have happened!"

"You mean the short security guard lost control and tried to kill Bai Cha during the live stream?"

"That's just one thing, so don't ask about the others." Tang Yi's voice was trembling, and it was clear that he was truly frightened this time.

However, as a seasoned veteran, Tang Yi only dared to show his panic in front of Han Fei. In front of staff and reporters, he would regain his confident demeanor, as if everything was really just a script.

"This Tang Yi seems to really know some inside information. When I have some free time, I'll ask him if he plays 'Perfect Life'?" Han Fei was the first to walk out of the plastic surgery hospital. Several police cars were parked outside the building. The Shanghai police were paying close attention to his safety, treating him like a key suspect.

Accompanied by a police officer, Han Fei washed off the "red paint," changed his clothes, and retrieved his phone.

"It's just past nine o'clock." Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the plastic surgery hospital shrouded in darkness. He had obtained a very important clue today and was already eager to enter the deeper world.

"The show's already cancelled, so I hope no one will notice if I leave work early, right?"

(End of this chapter)