My Healing Games

Chapter 637 Helper Appears
The night was deep, and there wasn't a soul in sight on the streets. The atmosphere was deathly still, creating a very oppressive feeling.

The neon lights, flickering on and off, emitted a cool glow. It wasn't even midnight yet, but all the shops on the street were already closed.

"The city is like two different worlds during the day and at night. I think I've been to a similar city before."

Han Fei stood in the shadows at the alley entrance, carrying a bag, gazing into the distance.

At the end of this dark night lies an amusement park, where a towering Ferris wheel overlooks everything, and the sightseeing cabins, adorned with lights, resemble countless eyes.

Compared to the desolate city, the amusement park seemed to monopolize all the joy and light in the darkness.

"Does the amusement park operate normally at night?"

Han Fei remembered finding a mascot costume in the basement. A note hidden inside the costume indicated that the victim was a mascot performer who worked the night shift at the amusement park.

"I always felt that the amusement park was the center of the city, and all the buildings existed around it."

The unease in his heart gradually intensified. Han Fei knew he couldn't stay in one place for too long. He left the alley and moved quickly along the shadows on the street.

There were no pedestrians or vehicles on the road, and the sound of police sirens grew fainter and fainter until it finally disappeared completely.

"This city is so strange. I don't know if this is just how I see the city, or if this is how everyone sees the city."

After walking and stopping frequently, Han Fei finally met someone while passing through a street.

She sat on a chair at the bus stop, wearing glasses, carrying a bag, and dressed in business attire.

The woman wasn't dressed up; it seemed she had been working late and was only now getting home.

Pressing her aching calves with her fingers, the woman took off her high heels and placed her feet on top of them.

She seemed preoccupied, staring blankly at the dark street.

Staring at the woman, Han Fei vaguely felt that she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

Not daring to make any rash contact, Han Fei prepared to leave quietly, but before he had gone far, his heart skipped a beat. He discovered that there was another person in the alley not far away.

The other person's face was half-hidden in the shadows; they were wearing a black suit and seemed to be holding something in their hand.

"His target was the woman waiting for the bus?"

Han Fei recalled what Dr. Fu had said: there had been many more unidentified corpses in the city recently.

"Should we go and inform that woman?" Han Fei himself did not expect that the first thought that came to his mind would be to help the woman. How could a serial killer and psychopath think of saving someone the first thing when he sees someone in danger?

This subconscious reaction made Han Fei waver: "My previous speculation may have been wrong. Perhaps what the woman I met in the amusement park said was the truth."

The more Han Fei thought about it, the more sense it made. He felt that he was not the kind of person with perverted hobbies.

"Is it possible that I am not actually a serial killer, but just a screenwriter who is investigating a murder case, but was accidentally drawn into it, and in the end the killer framed me for the murder?"

While Han Fei was thinking, the woman waiting for the bus put her shoes back on. She seemed to know that she had missed the last bus and was preparing to walk home.

As soon as the woman wearing glasses moved, the man hiding in the shadows moved as well.

The woman was unaware that danger was approaching; she was only vaguely afraid and slowly began to quicken her pace.

At first, she always chose to walk on the main roads, but it seemed that she had to go through a very narrow alley to get home.

After looking around at the alley entrance for a while, the woman went inside only after confirming that there was no danger. Her home seemed to be in a residential building at the end of the alley.

The gloomy alley was very dark, with no lights on the buildings on both sides and all the windows tightly closed.

The surveillance cameras at the intersection drooped, already destroyed, and what happened in this alley may be completely hidden by the night.

The woman exhaled a soft breath of cool air, gripped her backpack tightly, and walked faster and faster.

Her high heels clicked on the ground, and she kept turning around, afraid that someone else might be behind her.

The darkness grew thicker, and the woman could hear her own heartbeat. When she turned around for the fourth time, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes behind her glasses!
From the shadows not far behind her, a man in a black suit, wearing a mask and carrying a black box suddenly rushed towards her.

The masked man was like a giant crocodile lurking in the dark river, tearing through its disguise and opening its mouth full of sharp teeth after spotting its prey.

The woman turned pale with fright and ran forward, but probably because she was too scared, she twisted her ankle as she took a step.

It was too late to take off her high heels. She watched helplessly as the masked man approached, but just then, a pebble struck him squarely on the back of the head.

Blood immediately flowed out, and the masked man who had been chasing the woman stopped and turned to look behind him.

Han Fei stood at the entrance of the alley. He was dressed casually, and a cat's head popped out of his backpack.

No one spoke. In this highly tense atmosphere, no one dared to make a sound, and everyone focused their attention on the other person.

After a brief pause, the masked man, carrying a black box, charged towards Han Fei. Compared to the woman, Han Fei posed a greater threat.

The man was incredibly fast, clearly a professionally trained man. After closing the distance, he hurled the black box at Han Fei!

The black box looked like a magician's prop box; the lid opened in mid-air, but it seemed to be empty inside.

With a slight twitch of his nose, Han Fei suddenly smelled a pungent odor, followed by a sharp pain in his eyes.

What's in the box?

In the last instant before his eyes closed, Han Fei saw the masked man pull a sharp knife from under his suit. He knew this was the most dangerous moment, but his eyes felt like they were being pricked by needles, and he couldn't open them again.

A weak meow reached his ears. It was too late for Han Fei to escape. He couldn't even see where he was going. A hasty retreat would only throw him into disarray and leave him with his back to the enemy wielding a sharp knife.

Holding his breath, Han Fei raised his arms, and in the blink of an eye, the masked man had already rushed in front of him.

The sharp knife slashed downwards, and Han Fei heard the chilling sound of the wind.

He forced his eyes open a crack despite the excruciating pain; the sharp knife was already close to touching his neck.

The meat inside his stomach was burning, and in this life-or-death moment, Han Fei's body reacted on its own.

As the blade fell, he dodged to the side, the blade grazing his face.

The gleaming blade reflected Han Fei's face; he used the blade as a mirror, seeing himself caught between life and death.

Having dodged the fatal blow, Han Fei's instincts seemed to have been fully awakened.

Just as the masked man was about to unleash his second strike, Han Fei's arms coiled around his like a giant python hunting its prey. Unable to see, he simply pulled the man close to his embrace.

Close-quarters combat, hand-to-hand fighting.

Han Fei had forgotten what he had learned in the past, but all the moves he used were the most dangerous killing moves. All his attack methods and positions had only one goal: to kill his opponent in the shortest amount of time.

Such killing skills require countless hours of practice and extensive real combat experience to become second nature, and Han Fei already possessed all of that.

The masked man never expected to fail. The ordinary-looking, sickly man in front of him had actually dodged his attack without him being able to see him and had even used such terrifying professional fighting skills.

Many opportunities only come once. He had the initiative and advantage, but as Han Fei got close to him, the opportunity was in Han Fei's hands.

Unlike the masked man, Han Fei, regardless of whether he had lost his memory or not, was very clear about one thing: if he wanted to get out of despair, he had to seize every opportunity!
The fist shot out like a cannonball, slamming directly into the mask.

Han Fei was extremely ruthless and relentless. Once he found an opening in his opponent, he would beat them until they were unable to resist.

To show leniency towards a deranged serial killer is to be cruel to the victims.

Punch after punch, the masked man probably suffered a severe concussion and traumatic brain injury. He couldn't even hold the knife properly and fell to the ground.

Han Fei, whose eyes had not yet recovered, dared not be careless. He skillfully snapped the man's wrist.

Hearing the ear-piercing sound of bones breaking, Han Fei's heartstrings seemed to be touched; this unpleasant sound evoked some beautiful memories in him.

"Did I do such a thing?"

His eyes hurt terribly, so Han Fei had to strike hard; he couldn't give his opponent a chance to retaliate.

The masked man hadn't uttered a complete sentence before losing consciousness. Han Fei smashed his white mask, and blood seeped out from the gap between the mask and his face.

"What's in your box? Is there an antidote?" Han Fei slapped the man's cheek, but the man couldn't say a word.

Enduring the stinging pain in his eyes, Han Fei tried to turn back and leave, not wanting to have any further contact with the woman in front of him.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" The woman wearing glasses took off her high heels and, supporting herself against the wall, slowly walked towards Han Fei: "Thank you for saving me."

A woman with a sweet and lovely appearance easily arouses the protective instincts of others.

"You should go home quickly." Han Fei's eyes were getting more and more painful. In his current state, if he walked alone on the street, he might not survive the night.

"Why don't you come back with me? I'll treat your eye injury for you. Those medicines might cause you to go blind." The woman was very worried about Han Fei. As Han Fei closed his eyes again, she gently raised her arm.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of electricity entered Han Fei's body, and Han Fei, who had not yet recovered, was knocked unconscious to the ground.

The last thing he saw was the woman dragging the car she had hidden in advance out of the garbage heap.

"It seems we'll have to take them back in two trips."

……

Han Fei groggily opened his eyes and felt that his eye sockets were not so painful anymore. He tried to get up, but found that he was chained to the wall and his clothes were gone.

"Awake?" The woman sat down beside him, her chin resting on her hand, with a pile of men's clothes behind her.

Han Fei stared at the woman's face. He felt that she was definitely someone from his memory, but he just couldn't recall her name. It was precisely because of this sense of familiarity that Han Fei, who suffered from "persecution complex," was not very wary of the woman. His instinct seemed to suggest that he didn't believe she would harm him.

"Tell me, where did you hide it?" The woman took off her glasses and wiped the lenses. "Most of the time, I only want Paradise Points, I don't kill people."

"I don't know anything about points, but you seem familiar. We should have known each other before..." Han Fei stared intently at the woman: "Did you ever like me?"

The woman who was wiping her glasses stopped, her expression quite telling: "Looks like you've really had enough of living."

“I have amnesia and have forgotten many things from the past, but the moment I saw you, I felt like we had known each other before, which is why I went to save you.” Han Fei was telling the truth: “I know that in that situation, it would be suspicious for a woman to deliberately walk into an alley, and your acting of twisting your ankle was a bit unnatural. It felt like you were a third-rate actor who hadn’t grasped the essence of acting and could only fool laymen.”

"Knowing I had a problem, you still chased after me to save me? You're kidding me." The woman put her glasses back on and put a few pills into the cup.

“The doctor said I have paranoia, but I feel like I can foresee death. When you approached me, I didn’t feel any fear or dread. That’s the second reason I’m willing to save you.” Han Fei’s hands were chained, but strangely, even in this situation, he didn’t feel afraid. Instead, he felt a strange sense of accomplishment, as if he had fulfilled someone else’s dream.

"Paranoia? Premonition of death? Amnesia? Are you stacking up buffs here?" The woman, holding the drugged water, walked up to Han Fei and stared intently at his face. "Don't try to get close to me. If you're not willing to tell me where your points are, then tell me what your last words are."

After a long silence, Han Fei still couldn't remember anything. He shook his head and then pleaded earnestly, "Please don't kill my cat, okay?"

"Gone?"

"I really have amnesia, I don't remember anything, and I just rescued that cat today."

"Do you know you almost beat someone to death just now? You even dislocated their arms, your methods were extremely cruel. Would someone like you save a cat?" The woman didn't believe Han Fei's words at all. She held the drugged glass to Han Fei's lips: "Didn't you think I wouldn't kill you? Here, obediently take this medicine, let me see..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, Han Fei had already lowered his head and started drinking in large gulps; he was genuinely thirsty.

"Is there any more? Could you give me some more water?"

Looking at Han Fei's face, the woman glanced at the empty glass: "You're quite straightforward. I suspect you're gambling with your life. But then again, why am I a little reluctant to kill you? I'm thinking of imprisoning you here and torturing you every day."

Standing up, the woman poured another glass of water: "You really don't know about the amusement park points? But if you didn't receive an invitation from the amusement park, how come you have a clown mask from the amusement park in your backpack?"

“I don’t remember…” Han Fei drank his second glass of water, pursed his lips, and looked at the woman’s face: “Can you tell me your name? Maybe that will help me remember who you are more quickly.”

"My name is Li Guo'er, a wanted fugitive." The woman looked at Han Fei with a smile: "Aren't you scared?"

(End of this chapter)