My Healing Games

Chapter 642 Happiness is a ruthless monster, but I still want to get close to it.
"Didn't you see these things when you came here during the day?" More and more players entered the room, and everyone was a little scared when they saw the cabinet full of human head models. Those heads were made so realistically that they looked like real ones.

"I was being targeted by a ghost and didn't have time to check the room." Li Guo'er had no reason to deceive the players.

"Qianye, you take some men and guard the stairwell. The rest of you go inside and don't miss any clues." F's status in the team was even higher than Rose's, and even the prisoners obeyed him without question.

Candles lit up in the corners of the room, and the room where No. 11 once lived was slowly recreated.

The room maintains the decorating style of the late 20th century, and because it has not been cleaned for a long time, it looks messy and dilapidated, like a patient whose memory has been frozen and who is unable to take care of himself.

Stepping on the scattered pills on the ground, Han Fei slowly moved away from the window. Fear almost overwhelmed him. Standing by the window, he felt as if he would be pushed off at any moment.

Why did I think of death as soon as I stood by the window, and even go so far as to see my own corpse?

Picking up the medicine from the ground, Han Fei wiped the dust off the pills with his fingertips. He noticed that these medicines were very similar to the ones Dr. Fu had prescribed for him.

"Does Number 11 have the same illness as me? Or is that doctor only prescribing this one type of medication?"

Unlike the other players who seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, Han Fei felt a familiar sense of dread as soon as he entered the room. He had not only been here before, but had also died here.

Avoiding the other players, Han Fei went straight to the bedroom at the deepest part of the house. He opened the locked door and saw a bedroom with a light red main color.

The owner of this bedroom appears to be a student; unfinished test papers and books are scattered haphazardly on the desk, and various children's shoes are piled on the floor.

"Your purpose seems quite clear?" F had been in control of the situation, observing everyone's reactions. He approached Han Fei and asked, "Have you been here before?"

Shaking his head, Han Fei entered the bedroom.

At first glance, this room doesn't seem to have any problems, but the more carefully you observe it, the more eerie it becomes.

The children's shoes on the ground were not all the same size; there were men's shoes and women's shoes, so they obviously did not belong to the same person.

The styles of those shoes varied greatly, spanning nearly twenty years. The homeowner seemed to have a strange hobby of collecting shoes, and it seemed that they had to be shoes that someone else had worn.

Picking up a shoe at random, Han Fei saw that it was stuffed with all sorts of things: sharp nails, staples, broken glass, and a lot of pills.

How can you walk in shoes like these?

“This dark red room seems to be some kind of psychological metaphor, representing the mental state of the bedroom’s occupant.” F held the black knife in his backhand, observing calmly: “There are various missing person notices posted in the hallway. One of them says that a five-year-old girl went missing in the neighborhood. She was wearing a pair of pink sandals at the time, and the description is similar to the shoes in your hand.”

"You mean... the homeowner abducted the children?"

“To be precise, I suspect that the child’s adoptive parents have been stealing him.” F looked at the shoes scattered on the ground: “Shoes represent feet, which can be further interpreted as walking and escaping. There are so many shoes here, and each pair is stuffed with glass shards and pills. This clearly implies imprisonment and control. What do you think?”

"I think you're right." Han Fei looked at F blankly.

Possessing a black dagger capable of harming monsters, a group of fairly loyal subordinates, a rational and calm mind, and unfathomable personal strength, this mysterious F has a huge advantage, and he is likely to become the first player to accumulate 100 points.

Looking at himself, Han Fei sighed softly. He had forgotten everything, leaving only a pile of tattered scripts and an ugly-cute cat.

Walking over those shoes, Han Fei came to the desk. He looked through the unfinished test papers and felt a chill envelop him.

The bedroom's occupant appears to have a severe mental illness. He interprets all reading comprehension from an extremely dark perspective. Even when the articles are clearly positive and uplifting, he can always find something terrifying between the lines.

Looking at the reading comprehension questions alone, you might think the homeowner is crazy, but looking at his other subject exam papers, you might think he's a genius, because there are thick stacks of perfect score exam papers next to his desk.

“A stupid madman isn’t scary; what’s scary is a madman who’s incredibly lucid, like a genius.” F walked over, standing very close to Han Fei, which made Han Fei very uncomfortable: “Do you think so too?”

F's gaze seemed to see through Han Fei's mask, and Han Fei also felt that F was different from other players, a difference that was fundamental.

Ignoring F, Han Fei opened his desk drawer, inside which was a bag of balloons, each seemingly printed with a pattern.

Han Fei took out a balloon and tried to blow it up. Then a terrifying scene appeared.

The balloon had a picture of a human head on it. Han Fei blew the balloon, and the human head slowly grew larger near his mouth, perfectly recreating the terrified expression and lifelike eyes.

"What are you doing?" Li Guo'er and A Chong walked in, and the prisoners following behind also saw this scene: Han Fei was blowing on a huge human head in the darkness.

"I noticed that the homeowner seems to love his parents exceptionally much. He made life-size models of their heads and then turned them into balloons." Han Fei looked at the huge balloon in his hand: "Imagine a scene where the homeowner locks the door and lies alone on his bed in the bedroom, with the ceiling filled with the heads of his adoptive parents. Wouldn't that make him feel less lonely?"

Upon hearing Han Fei's words, the expressions of all the players except F changed. They couldn't understand it, but that didn't diminish the shock they felt.

"How did you come up with all this?" Li Guo'er realized she had underestimated Han Fei.

"I can see my parents when I look up. I wonder if this counts as companionship?" Han Fei let go of the balloon, and the air inside escaped. The huge human head quickly shrank and wrinkled. As it shrank, it made a strange sound, like someone crying softly.

Han Fei put all the balloons into a bag and handed it to F. He felt he couldn't handle something so terrifying.

Pulling open the second drawer, I found a sharp fruit knife inside.

The presence of a knife lying alone in a clean drawer, in a child's bedroom, is itself very thought-provoking.

"The first drawer contains balloons covered with the faces of my adoptive parents, the second drawer contains a sharp knife..." Han Fei reached out and opened the third drawer, inside which was an account book.

Han Fei took out the ledger and casually flipped through it.

"On January 4th, I found myself loving playing with the kitten more and more. Ever since my cat died, I've wanted to get another one, but I've never had the chance."

"On February 7th, my neighbor's cat kept coming over to visit. The kitten is very cute and obedient. I'm planning to find a way to buy it."

"On July 7th, I acquired a lost stray cat. It's healthy, not fussy, and fairly obedient. It doesn't meow much at home and is already fully trained. Asking price: 150."

"On August 9th, I caught a stray cat at the amusement park. It looked dirty, but after giving it a bath, I was surprised to find that it was actually quite good-looking. It's just a pity that it seems to have some intellectual problems. It's okay to keep it as a pet. Sold for 95."

"On September 21st, I was very lucky and acquired a British Shorthair kitten. It's a popular breed in recent years. It's round and chubby, very cute, quiet, gentle, and of excellent quality. It's a rare and top-quality kitten. Selling for 1200."

"On November 11th, I adopted an older Garfield cat from a cattery. It was obedient, well-behaved, and knew how to please its owner. Most importantly, it was also very smart. To be honest, I was reluctant to sell it. The price was 2500, but it didn't sell."

The ledger contained a lot of information, which at first glance seemed insignificant, but when Han Fei saw the last piece of information, his eyes slowly narrowed.

"On November 11th, the owner of the ledger adopted a cat from a cattery and said that he couldn't bear to sell it?"

The last adoptive parents of No. 11 adopted him on November 11th. From this perspective, "cat house" may not refer to a real cat house, but rather a metaphor for an orphanage.

Thinking about it more deeply, all the cats in this ledger are actually not cats, but children!

The thin ledger, written in the simplest of words, is filled with disgusting sins.

Before he knew it, Han Fei had turned to the last page, where things not mentioned in the script were supplemented.

On the back of the ledger were several hand-drawn pictures by children, accompanied by crooked handwriting.

“The gardener secretly picked the flowers, hid them in his pocket, took them over the wall, and threw them into the muddy street.”

"A stray dog ​​passing by bit the tender flower stem and carried the flower into the dark alley."

"The outside world seemed to have closed its doors from then on. Flowers were planted in dark rooms. Some withered in the darkness, some took root in the darkness, and some turned into a seed."

"The flower seeds called out the names of their father and mother as they were planted in one flowerpot after another and sent into one dark room after another."

"Finally, one day, the seed buried deep in the flowerpot sprouted a new shoot. People began to be afraid when they saw it, because the flower was completely different from what the adults had imagined."

The last words in the ledger were so distorted that they were almost illegible.

"The parents who ultimately adopted Number Eleven were actually human traffickers. They were probably very happy with Number Eleven at first, but problems arose when they were preparing to resell him." Li Guo'er also entered the room. Looking at the ledger, she quickly understood its meaning: "Human traffickers deserve to die."

“I agree with you on this point.” F took the ledger from Han Fei and began to flip through it.

"Number 11 was adopted eleven times. Why was this child abandoned time and time again? What is there about him?" The traffickers adopted Number 11, but this time Number 11 did not give the traffickers a way to survive. He never returned to the orphanage. From this point of view, Number 11 seems to be a decent "ghost".

Just as Han Fei had this thought in his mind, he heard F say, "The last child to be adopted is the main reason for the anomaly here. He took revenge on the human traffickers, but also hurt other people. This ghost has a somewhat ambiguous feeling of being both good and evil."

F also has no prejudice against ghosts; he views the issue from a relatively fair and objective perspective.

"Was the woman who climbed out the window just now the child's mother? If they are human traffickers, why didn't they get rid of Number Eleven immediately? Why did they have to save him?" Ah Chong was a little confused.

"Giving medicine isn't necessarily about saving lives. Some medicines aren't meant to cure someone, but rather to make them more obedient." F put away the ledger, while Han Fei took the knife that Number Eleven had kept in the drawer.

Holding the knife, Han Fei felt as if a part of his body had extended out; he seemed to be extremely skilled with the knife.

“Cutting, chopping, finding the right spot to dismember, I can’t explain why I, as a screenwriter, would know these things…” Han Fei quietly hid the knife and continued searching. He stopped in front of the only wardrobe in the room.

Opening the cabinet door, one finds all sorts of masks, from small to large, each with blood-stained writing on it.

The smallest mask had only two words on it—Huang Sheng. This seemed to be the first name of number 11. This smallest mask was also the cleanest.

Huang Sheng's name on the second mask had been erased, and many smiling characters were written on it, but the mask itself was a crying face.

The third mask had more text on it, and it was clear that as the mask grew larger, the mask's owner became increasingly insane and deranged.

“These masks seem to express his experience of being abandoned eleven times, from wanting to live a good life at the beginning to becoming a monster in the end.” Han Fei’s gaze swept over all the masks, and he had some doubts in his heart: “Even if a child is unlucky, he will not always encounter bad parents, unless his adoptive parents are carefully selected by the orphanage.”

Is it possible that the orphanage specifically recruited problematic or flawed adults to adopt him, and then even handed him over to human traffickers?

Han Fei found it increasingly terrifying; when those who govern goodness become corrupt and degenerate, even heaven can turn into hell.

Starting with the sixth mask, the words became completely abnormal, and the child wearing the mask learned to disguise himself.

He would put on all sorts of expressions and personalities to please his adoptive parents, but the real him grew into a poisonous weed in the dark flowerpot.

The expressions on the mask were all faked. More and more words and colors covered the facial features of the mask, and he lost his own face.

Han Fei looked at the last mask, a clown mask painted with various colors. Its exaggerated smile could not hide the blue tears in the corners of its eyes.

Turn the mask over and you'll see a line of black text on the back.

"Happiness is a ruthless monster, but I still want to get closer to it. What about you?"

(End of this chapter)