My Healing Games

Chapter 635 I'm really scared of myself.
The three sets of clothes, each seemingly representing a life, and based on the information on the note, it can be deduced that there was a victim every day from Monday to Sunday, meaning the homeowner has at least seven lives on his hands.

"Are these bloodstains on my arms the number of deaths? One for each person I kill? Ninety-nine of them would be outrageous."

Han Fei's gaze shifted from the bloodstains to the ground as he looked at the clown mask. A strange feeling arose in his mind; although he was just staring at a mask, he seemed to vaguely see his own face.

The mask was like a mirror, reflecting his inner self, or rather, revealing his true self.

He laughed unrestrainedly, hysterically, more wildly than anyone else, but a tear clung to his cheek that he couldn't wipe away.

"Is this the real me?"

As if summoned by something, Han Fei involuntarily picked up the mask from the ground.

"A murderous clown? A laughing clown? A weeping clown?"

After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei put the clown mask into his backpack and prepared to leave.

The stench in the inner room was so strong that if you stayed there for too long, the smell would seep into your clothes and hair, which was probably why my father smelled bad when he came home that day.

"We absolutely cannot stay in that room tonight."

Regardless of whether that place is haunted or not, Han Fei has no intention of going back, and he doesn't want to have any contact with his "parents" either.

Although the couple treated Han Fei very well, he had absolutely no memories of his parents; they were like strangers on the street.

With his bag on his back, Han Fei was about to leave when he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the cabinet in the inner room.

"There are corpses hidden inside? No, there should be victims who are half-dead inside?"

For Han Fei, the best option now is to leave and not meddle in other people's business.

Curiosity killed the cat. If there really is a victim hiding in the closet, and he opens it now, the victim might see his face. Should he kill him to silence him, or let him go?
Reason told Han Fei that he should leave and not meddle in other people's business. Besides, that middle-aged woman would be back soon.

"If I didn't consider the possibility that I might be a murderer, and if I didn't consider anything else, what decision would I make right now?"

“If I leave, that person will definitely die; it’s a human life.”

After a moment of silence, Han Fei walked over and peered inside through the crack in the cabinet door.

It was pitch black there, and you couldn't see anything.

"We have no choice but to open it."

Using force to remove the lock, Han Fei opened the cabinet door. Inside, there was no victim as he had imagined, only a dying black cat.

This cat is very ugly; its skin is missing pieces, making it look like a sewn-together doll.

Even more bizarrely, there are nine strange black lines on the cat's skin. These lines are concentrated on the wild cat's chest and do not seem to be painted on later; they seem to be natural.

"Is this the homeowner's cat? Why would they torture it like this?"

Sensing someone approaching, the cat let out a weak meow, seemingly harboring great hostility towards humans.

"It's no wonder you hate those people after being hurt like this." Han Fei sighed softly. "If I left you here, you'd probably be killed or just thrown away by them. I'll try to help you."

Han Fei picked up the cat and put it into his backpack.

"time to go."

As Han Fei walked towards the door and exit, he heard footsteps before he even reached it. His ears twitched, and he immediately sensed something was wrong.

If you go out now, you might run into people coming from outside!

Within a fraction of a second, Han Fei reacted, throwing the clothes from the inner room onto the floor to create the illusion that they had been searched.

After quickly finishing, he stood at the back of the iron gate.

The footsteps grew closer, and the owner of those footsteps seemed to have discovered something, suddenly starting to run.

"Someone?!"

The middle-aged woman rushed into the innermost room. She stared in surprise at the open door, her expression completely different from before, now a mixture of fear and disbelief.

"Who's in!"

She saw the clothes thrown on the floor in the inner room and immediately rushed towards it.

As the middle-aged woman ran into the inner room, Han Fei emerged from behind the door, slipped past her, and left the room.

Han Fei hurried out, not daring to linger. He ran out of Building 4, trying to avoid the surveillance cameras, and escaped the community by climbing over the wall.

“I’m not sure if I have paranoia, but I know that after dark I will see some very scary things, so I need to find a safe place before dark.”

A faint meow came from the backpack. The stray cat seemed to be dying; if it didn't stay any longer, it would lose all its life.

"I'll go find you a pet hospital."

Han Fei knew the location of a pet store. His memory was far beyond that of ordinary people. On the first day he returned from the hospital, he remembered all the buildings he had passed. This seemed to be one of his many "habits".

"Did I memorize those buildings to facilitate escape? What kind of dire living conditions must one endure to develop such an instinct?"

With some time still to go before dark, Han Fei suppressed his fear of everything around him, lowered his head, and quickly crossed the street.

About half an hour later, Han Fei entered a pet shop located on a street corner. Perhaps because of its poor location, the shop was not doing well.

The pet shop was empty, with few customers and few pets.

"Could you help me save this cat?" Han Fei unzipped his backpack and took out the badly injured cat.

Just as he was about to leave the cat at the pet store, a man with a stern face walked over and said, "Don't leave it anywhere! This is a stray cat, isn't it? Don't you know these cats might have all sorts of diseases?"

"I'm sorry." Han Fei half-squatted down, cradling the cat in his arms. "Could you please save it?"

"Is there any point in saving him after he's been injured like this?" The stern man sized up Han Fei. "If you insist on saving him, it's not impossible, but the price will be very high. You should think it through."

"As long as they can be saved." Han Fei had no money on him anyway, so it didn't matter how high the price was.

"Great!" The man's expression immediately changed, as if he had seen a god of wealth. He no longer looked down on the sick cat and hugged it like a gold nugget: "I used to be the most famous veterinarian on this street. I opened this shop because my daughter loves animals. You've come to the right place this time."

It took the man almost two hours to carry the stray cat out. He disinfected and cleaned the wounds on the cat's skin, then stitched them up little by little, and gave the cat a full examination.

“Your cat isn’t sick, it’s just been abused and hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for a long time, that’s why it’s so weak.” The man took off his gloves. “Luckily it was brought here early, otherwise it probably would have gone back to cat planet a few hours later.”

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it, it's all what I should do." The man with the harsh face revealed a smug smile, then he extended his hand to Han Fei: "I gave it a full check-up and used the best medicine, which cost a total of five thousand two hundred yuan. How about this, let's be friends, I'll round it down for you, you just give me five thousand."

"Five thousand is no problem, but I don't have that much money right now." Han Fei was telling the truth, and his expression was very sincere.

"What? You want to dine and dash? You try and see if you can even walk out of this door today?" The man's face instantly darkened, and he even grabbed the clothesline behind the counter.

"You can leave the cat here. I'll give you an IOU, and I'll definitely come back to pay it back later."

"You wish! Who would want this wretched stray cat? Is it even worth fifty yuan? Don't give me that nonsense! Give me the money!" Seeing that Han Fei was not good with words, the man walked over and grabbed Han Fei's collar: "I've seen plenty of people like you. If you don't have the ability, don't go and rescue stray cats. You're just prolonging their suffering and making everyone else suffer."

"I really will pay it back." Han Fei needed to find a safe place before dark, and he was in a hurry to leave.

"You look decent enough, how could you do such a thing?" The man grabbed Han Fei's collar with one hand and his arm with the other. "Give me the money right now! Or I'll call the police!"

"Call the police?" Han Fei's pupils twitched. He turned to look into the man's eyes: "Don't force me. I'm really afraid of myself."

"What are you looking at!" The man felt a little guilty under Han Fei's gaze. He was about to say something to bolster his courage when he suddenly felt something sticky on his palm.

Looking down, he saw that his hand, which was gripping Han Fei's arm, was stained with blood.

"Blood?" Taking a step back, the man looked at Han Fei's arm, which was covered with wounds beneath his long sleeves.

“I think you’d better not call the police. Also, I hope you can just forget about me.” Han Fei’s expression was somewhat pained. “There are eleven surveillance cameras on this street. I avoided them all when I came here. Your shop is on the corner, and there are usually very few people here. If I had made a move here, I would have had plenty of time to deal with the crime scene. By the way, the surveillance cameras in your shop are installed at the cashier. I never stepped into the monitored area.”

"Why are you saying all this?"

"A clothesline pole won't kill you, but it's a different story in my hands. My eyes seem to have already seen several ways you'll die. Honestly, I hate this strange feeling, but I can't control it." Han Fei grabbed the man who was trying to back away, preventing him from returning to the surveillance area: "Have you noticed something?"

"What is it..." The man realized he couldn't break free at all, and only then did he realize something was wrong.

"Ever since I came in, none of the cats and dogs in your pet shop have barked. They're all lying down, too scared to move. Did they smell something on me?"

Hearing Han Fei say those words, the man was genuinely frightened. He felt that things were very unusual today, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. Only now did he suddenly realize the truth.

"Brother, look at what you're saying. You rescue stray cats; you're definitely a kind-hearted person." The man forced a smile. "We all love animals, how could I not trust you? I was just joking. It's seven hundred yuan in total, you don't need to come back to return it. Or, I can give you two more bags of cat food?"

"Give me your phone." Han Fei glanced at the man's hand as he reached into his pocket, as if he could read the man's mind.

"Okay, bro." The man took his phone out of his pocket, his face contorted with a mournful expression.

"Don't call the police. I can assure you that I will not hurt you while I am calm." Han Fei opened the phone and, finding no lock screen password, put the man's phone into his pocket: "I will return the phone and the five thousand yuan to you. I hope you can trust me."

"Maybe you shouldn't return it, I'm serious." The man didn't want to see Han Fei anymore; this was the first time he had encountered such an abnormal customer.

"Are you afraid of me?" Han Fei frowned. The doctor diagnosed him with severe paranoia, and he hated the feeling of fear.

I almost did a handstand split today, thank goodness...

I highly recommend a book from our suspense channel, Fibonacci's *The Bizarre Resurgence: You Call This Serious Science?!*, a bizarre slice-of-life science story.
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