My Healing Games

Chapter 621 D-Rank Cursed Object
The monster outside the window had an eyeball that almost filled the entire window, and its body was enormous, carrying a sense of oppression that went beyond mere hatred.

"It's not quite as good as singing, not indescribable, but it's stronger than hatred?"

Staring at him by that enormous eye, Han Fei felt as if he were facing a statue that had stood for hundreds of years, and all his secrets could not be hidden.

Black blood slid down the window frame, the painter's bones made a chilling sound as they were being squeezed, his flesh rolled to both sides, and the window on his back seemed about to open.

The window is clearly painted on, but it gives the impression that there is a real world on the other side of the window.

As the window was slowly pushed open, blood vessels began to appear in that eye.

In just a second or two, crimson blood vessels completely filled the huge pupil, and Han Fei's image was reflected in the monster's eyes.

However, the Han Fei that the monster saw was not quite the same as the normal Han Fei.

Enduring immense pressure, Han Fei stared into the eyes of the monster outside the window, and he discovered that he appeared as two different people in the monster's eyes.

A normal version of himself stands in front, with a version of himself covered in blood and a hysterical smile on his lips leaning against him behind him.

The two versions of themselves are back to back; one has lost its smile forever, while the other will always keep a smile.

"Is this monster the true form of Number Four? Does all the painter's power come from Number Four?" Han Fei took a step forward, and the three members of Henyi followed suit to prevent any accidents, surrounding the painter in the middle.

"How can I communicate with the people outside the window?" Han Fei wanted to communicate with the monster outside the window, but neither the painter nor the monster outside the window spoke.

Black blood dripped down in large quantities, and the painter's body was torn into a deformed shape. If the window were to be forced open any further, the painter would be completely ripped apart.

The number "4" scar on his arm stopped bleeding, and the painter pointed to the head of the faceless woman in the shrine.

Han Fei roughly understood what the painter meant. The other party wanted to take away the faceless woman's head, and if Han Fei disagreed, the painter was prepared to fight to the death and release the monster outside the back window.

"Is taking away this hatred your only request? Well, it's not impossible." Han Fei moved a chair over and sat down next to the shrine. He was, in fact, the true owner of this department store.

“I never intended to hurt you. Everything I did was for self-preservation. If you’ve ever been to my neighborhood, you’ll know that I’m a typical pacifist, someone who values ​​neighborly harmony and pursues a happy and stable life.” Han Fei had once faced the singing alone. He admitted that the monster outside his window was terrifying, but he was not afraid.

"The Dead Building, the Plastic Surgery Hospital, and the amusement park are right next to each other. The amusement park is the most mysterious and has the most hidden things. If you are willing to join forces with us to explore the amusement park, you can not only take this head of hatred with you, but also come to us if you encounter any difficulties in the future."

Han Fei opened the attribute panel, glanced at the still grayed-out exit button, and then pressed the master-level acting switch in his mind.

"To be frank, I've forgotten some things from the past, but from the clues I've gathered, I can see that the hope of saving all the numbered orphans rests on my shoulders."

"Perhaps I can heal their wounds and save them from the nightmare of despair."

Looking at the giant eye outside the window, Han Fei stood up: "You and I met outside once, you should remember what Number Four told me."

Mentioning Orphan Number Four brought a flicker of emotion to the painter's usually unchanging face. He had wanted to save those children before, but at that time, the only thing he could do for them was to paint a few colorful windows on the enclosed underground walls.

"I'm going to do what you couldn't do back then. I don't expect you to help me wholeheartedly, I just hope you can cooperate with me a little. After it's done, we'll split the secrets of Paradise, and I can return this head of hatred to you."

Han Fei turned to look in the direction of the amusement park: "On the fourth basement floor of the plastic surgery hospital, you also heard Number Four's warning. After completing all the games in the amusement park, a monster will be resurrected in me and will take over everything I have. But even in the face of these threats to death, I will not stop, because I know that some things are more important than my own life, and some things must be done by someone."

Every word Han Fei spoke was true. He knew very well that the amusement park was extremely dangerous, but he also knew that if he stopped, everything he had now might be destroyed one day in the near future.

He could no longer accept that his neighbors, who had followed him, had vanished; he had long considered them family.

"If someone has to move forward, I hope that person is me."

Han Fei truly believed this, and coupled with his masterful acting and devilish voice, every word he uttered resonated deeply with the audience.

The painter, who had become numb to everything, twisted his neck and looked at Han Fei from a strange angle.

He remained silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

A few seconds later, cracks appeared on the window on the painter's back, and Han Fei in the huge eye became clearer and clearer.

The monster outside the window seemed to remember something, and Han Fei in its eyes began to change. His skin became softer and his height decreased, as if he had returned from an adult to a child.

As Han Fei's figure changed, the monster became increasingly out of control. Its eyes were almost completely filled with blood, and the terrifying sense of oppression seemed to be crushing Han Fei.

"It remembers me..."

Han Fei stared into the monster's eyes. Looking into the monster's enormous eyes was like looking into a full-length mirror, reflecting the monster's past memories and Han Fei's true childhood self.

Han Fei, who never smiles, and Han Fei, who never stops smiling, stand back to back.

They were transported back to their childhood, and the two children, back to back, slowly merged. But just as they were about to become one, the monster's enormous eye was pierced, and blood splattered onto the window. A roar came from outside the window, and the entire department store trembled.

The black windowpane was cracked in large areas, and the cracks spread directly to the painter's body. It seemed that if the window were fully opened, the painter would be annihilated, and that was perhaps the meaning of his existence.

Raising his arm, the painter managed to control the window at the last moment. All the black blood flowed back into the scar, and the window pattern on his back gradually returned to normal, while the huge eyeball disappeared.

The window has become an ordinary oil painting, but the wounds covering the painter's body have not disappeared; now is his weakest moment.

The painter stood up without saying a word and silently walked towards the back door of the department store.

He did not agree to Han Fei's request, nor did he take the faceless woman's head. His facial expression remained unchanged, still numb.

The Mirror God sensed this was an opportunity, and he communicated with Han Fei through the shrine, preparing to take direct action.

But Han Fei shook his head. After seeing the window behind the painter, he felt that the price to pay for killing the painter was far too high.

Once the monster outside the window is released, the outcome is truly uncertain.

The most urgent task now is to enter the park to recover my memories and, incidentally, rescue those players. If we ignore them, even more people will inevitably wander into the deeper world through the park's maze.

“We are not 100% sure we can kill the painter. If he gets away, all our plans will be put on hold.”

To survive in a place like the Deep World, indiscriminate killing won't work. Of course, indiscriminate kindness and forbearance won't work either.

Han Fei didn't make a move, and the painter successfully reached the back door of the mall. Just as he opened the door and was about to step out of the mall, he suddenly stopped.

Slowly twisting his neck, the painter pulled something from a scar on his arm and threw it on the ground.

To prevent Han Fei from encountering danger, Xu Qin picked up the blood-stained items from the ground and examined them.

It was a crumpled group photo soaked in blood. She carefully unfolded the photo, and inside was a hard candy.

"Was that candy a birthday gift from the painter to Number Four? Orphan Number Four hasn't eaten it yet?"

Han Fei took the group photo first. The photo was crowded with thirty-one children, but there were thirty-two numbers below the photo, from zero to thirty-one.

Because so much time had passed, the memories that made up the photos had become blurred, and the children's faces had all decayed. Han Fei looked at them carefully several times, but he still couldn't find himself.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully discovered a Class D cursed item—their group photo."

"Their group photo (Class D cursed item): When the name of one of them cannot be pronounced, it indicates that there is an unspeakable being among them."

"Warning! This photograph may bring you great misfortune. Do not recite their numbers!"

"D-level?" Han Fei's hands, which were holding the group photo, froze in mid-air. This was the first time he had ever seen a D-level cursed object: "The painter had this on him?"

"That's about normal. Back then, Butterfly was the master of the Dead Tower, possessing two shrines and an unspeakable molted body underground. Compared to Butterfly, he was already quite poor." Mirror God, as expected of someone who had seen the world, casually remarked.

"That's true." Han Fei put the group photo into his inventory. The photo looked normal at first glance, but if everyone's numbers were recited, the curse on the photo would likely be triggered, and the person reciting the curse and everyone around would probably be cursed to death.

"It's a pretty good trump card." After putting the group photo away, Han Fei picked up the very ordinary candy again.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully discovered the E-rank quest item - the fate-changing candy."

"The Candy That Changed Fate (Rank E Mission Certificate): This candy changed his fate, and perhaps it can change yours too."

"Attention! This candy can be used in the shrine's memory world and has special effects!"

The painter left, but left Han Fei with two very important things.

"That guy was pretty arrogant. He came in without saying a word and casually threw out a D-grade cursed item when he left."

Han Fei didn't think he had convinced the painter; rather, he thought the monster locked outside the window had chosen him.

"You suggested that we return the faceless woman's head to the painter after we've explored the park together. Just now, the painter not only left without taking the faceless woman's head, but also left two 'big gifts.' Doesn't that mean he's agreed?" The Mirror God appeared beside the shrine, looking at the faceless woman's head, his eyes swaying as if he were valuing hatred.

“Let’s take the faceless woman’s head first. When the time is right and we begin exploring the park, I will put her head back into the shrine, and you will be in charge of guarding it.” Han Fei had planned everything: “The park may contain the last shrine that Fu Sheng left me. We should be able to see clearly what kind of person he really is this time.”

"Han Fei, I still think you shouldn't trust Fu Sheng so easily. The old building manager is deeply obsessed, and he would do anything to achieve his goal." Mirror God hesitated for a moment before speaking: "I have seen it with my own eyes. He... was reborn in his own child, just to go to the darker and more desperate places in the deeper world."

Upon hearing Mirror God's words, Han Fei's expression also turned serious. He walked to the window and looked at the paradise shrouded in darkness.

"Are you saying that he might be reborn through me this time?"

Withdrawing his gaze, Han Fei looked at the three men beside him, who were filled with hatred, and suddenly revealed a relaxed expression: "If the old building manager wants to harm me, would you be willing to help him or help me?"

Xu Qin firmly stood on Han Fei's side, and Zhuang Wen, who was not familiar with Fu Sheng, naturally also chose Han Fei.

After a moment of stunned silence, the Mirror God seemed to understand Han Fei's meaning: "Compared to him, you are indeed the more suitable person."

“Fu Sheng should understand this principle as well.” Han Fei’s path is different from Fu Sheng’s; he believes that his choice is the right one.

While gnawing on a pig's heart, Han Fei walked out of the department store. With the help of two hateful individuals, he completed a G-level mission. After returning to the Dead Building, he logged off and left the game.

After removing his gaming helmet, Han Fei climbed out of the game pod and immediately began searching online for information related to the amusement park.

Fu Tian is a new Shanghainese. He lived in the outer city when he was a child. Based on the information on the Internet, Han Fei finally determined that the amusement park that Fu Tian went to with Fu Sheng in his childhood should be the New Shanghai Amusement Park in the northern suburbs.

The park had been abandoned decades ago. Later, it was bought by Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals along with the land, and after a simple reconstruction, it became a private park that is not open to the public.

"If we don't disclose it to the public, then things will get a bit complicated."

Han Fei glanced at the clock on the wall. He had logged out of the game early today; it was only 3:30 a.m.

After thinking for a moment, Han Fei changed his clothes and went out of the house.

Considering the big news he had just made last night, Han Fei was now too afraid to even walk through the main gate of the residential compound. He was worried about being ambushed by reporters, so he climbed over the wall and left the compound.

(End of this chapter)