My Healing Games

Chapter 644 F
F was very satisfied with the black knife. He seemed to be deliberately feeding it, hoping that the black knife could consume more things and transform into something even more terrifying.

Every time F swung his sword, Han Fei could hear a mournful cry coming from the hilt. He wanted to snatch the sword away, but he couldn't find a reason to do so.

“The ghost will reveal itself when it kills someone. To strike it down, we'll probably need someone to act as bait.” Qianye, who had almost been killed just now, turned around and looked at Li Guoer and Han Fei: “Don’t say we’re bullying you. We understand your little scheme. You just want to use our power to help you escape the ghost’s pursuit. We’re all participants in this game, so I’ll be frank. You two shouldn’t expect to get something for nothing. I need you to send someone to come with me and act as bait.”

Although Qianye may seem a bit like a rogue, he is actually very shrewd. The fact that he can take charge of a six-person team on his own is proof of his ability.

The "ghost" could appear at any time, and the person who goes first to explore is most likely to be attacked.

Before Han Fei could speak, Li Guo'er walked over directly and said, "I'll go with you."

The players were a bit surprised; they had thought Han Fei would be the one to lead the charge.

"Are you sure?" Qianye shifted his gaze from Li Guo'er to Han Fei: "Do you agree too?"

"Stop talking nonsense and finish the exploration as soon as possible. No matter whether we catch the ghost or not, we have to leave before midnight." Li Guo'er flipped through Han Fei's scripts: "Ghosts are weakest during the day, but they are also the hardest to see. They will appear after nightfall, and their strength will slowly recover. After midnight, they will enter their most terrifying state."

"How do you know all this?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." After saying that, Li Guo'er walked upstairs. She was more panicked than anyone else. The "ghost" had its eyes on her, and she would not be able to eat or sleep if she did not find a way to kill it.

"This is supposed to be a ghost-catching game, but it's completely the opposite when you actually play it." Ah Chong quietly backed away, but F pushed him forward again: "Why are you always targeting me? I don't have any other abilities besides sensing supernatural beings!"

Having witnessed the monster from before, Ah Chong finally unleashed his power.

“Your talent is more powerful and perfect than you imagine, and I’m helping you unleash it.” F’s voice was devoid of emotion, making it difficult for anyone to disagree.

"You know about my talent?" Ah Chong was skeptical, but in the end, he silently followed behind Li Guo'er.

As time went by, the sky outside the window grew increasingly dark, and at a glance, the entire neighborhood seemed to have been painted red.

Strange noises began to appear in the neighborhood, and it seemed that something special existed inside those apartment buildings.

More and more missing person notices appeared on the walls of the stairwell, and various kinds of debris began to appear on the steps, along with some small pieces of soil mixed with yellow paper.

"I have a very bad feeling." Ah Chong's steps slowed down, and he wouldn't have moved forward at all if someone hadn't been pushing him: "There should be more than one evil thing upstairs. I can sense the death aura emanating from them!"

Warnings were issued repeatedly, but no one stopped. The players assembled their most elite teams, determined to catch the ghost tonight.

Faced with F's black knife and Qianye's urging, Achong had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the eighth floor.

As you go up from here, the buildings begin to change. The missing person notices on the walls all look like they were just posted. The children's faces haven't been gouged out; instead, they've been replaced with the faces they had when they died.

Honestly, these missing person notices are even more terrifying than the previous ones. Walking in the dark stairwell feels like being watched by a group of dead children.

Besides the missing person notices, amusement park advertisements have also started appearing on the walls. The amusement park brochures with pictures of Ferris wheels, roller coasters, and other attractions stand in stark contrast to the missing person notices. Perhaps this is the only way those poor children can get close to the amusement park.

“Catching ghosts is a game at the amusement park, and there are advertisements for the amusement park here. Could it be that the amusement park is behind all this?” Li Guo’er frowned slightly. “If they are really harming those children, then what is the point of the amusement park doing this?”

No one answered Li Guo'er; Qianye, who was walking at the front, had already opened the door to the eighth-floor apartment.

The cramped room was completely dark, and all the windows were boarded up.

Upon entering, one finds a photo developing area and rows of flowerpots stacked in darkrooms.

Most of the flowerpots were broken; some were filled with soil, while others were stuffed with toys.

Qianye tore down the photos from the wall and examined them; all the photos were of flowerpots.

"What's so interesting about photographing a flowerpot? There's not even a single flower in it."

"Is it possible that these flowerpots don't contain flowers, but children?" Han Fei slowly walked to the center of the line. The closer he got to the top floor, the faster his heart pounded.

“That’s right. There are similar short poems written on the back of the ledger. The flower pots represent the places where children are imprisoned, and the flowers should represent the children.” F had the same idea as Han Fei. He picked up the flower pots to examine them and found that many of them had names written on them: “These flower pots are different sizes, but they have the same name written on them. The flower pots are still there, but the things that grew in them are gone.”

As the exploration deepened, F heard sobbing. Holding his black knife, he pushed open the door to the innermost dark room, and the crying became even clearer.

"What is this?"

In the corner of the dark room sat a flowerpot the size of a water tank, inside which sat an obese, deformed child who seemed to have never seen sunlight, his skin as if it had been bleached.

The obese boy had his back to the players; his body seemed to be stuck in a jar, and he was crying softly to himself.

His shoulders shrugged, and it seemed as if the boy's skin was completely soaked with water; his whole body trembled.

F stared at the boy for a long time, then took out his black knife: "Finally, I've met one that won't run away. I wonder if killing it will increase my points."

"Are you sure you want to go over there?" Ah Chong shrank back first. "I mean, maybe we can resolve this in a more peaceful way? After all, this big kid in the flowerpot doesn't seem to have any intention of attacking us."

“By the time it has that thought, it will be too late.” The eyes beneath the F mask were somewhat cold: “Ghosts should not exist.”

The boy couldn't move, and this time there was no need for a living person to act as bait; F moved forward alone.

"To be utterly destroyed is the true liberation for it." F raised his black blade, and countless voices shouted from within the hilt, but they were powerless to stop F.

The boy stuck in the flowerpot realized that danger was approaching. He frantically turned his head, revealing a face that was disproportionate to his body. His body had been growing, but his face remained the same as when he was abducted.

As the blade fell, the boy cried loudly in fright, his tears dripping into the flowerpot, like seeds of sorrow and despair that quickly took root and sprouted in the soil.

Before anything could grow from the soil, the black blade had already landed on the boy's head.

"Bah!"

Blades clashed!
F's black knife was blocked by another knife. His pupils shrank as he stared at the man in front of him.

Han Fei, dressed in a black suit and wearing a white smiling mask, stood in front of the flowerpot, holding the knife called "Companionship".

"Looking for death?"

"You've seen the ledger yourself and know that the flowerpot contains the abducted child. Even if this thing is a ghost, it's still a pitiful ghost that was trafficked." Han Fei silently sheathed his sword: "You can kill the couple, but I don't recommend you kill this child."

Han Fei and F are at odds, and their attitudes toward ghosts are not entirely the same.

One wanted to kill them all, while the other wanted to kill those who deserved to be killed.

“Ghosts can be converted into points; you should know this better than I do.” F’s voice turned sinister: “Get out of the way.”

"We brought you here, so I should get a share of the ghosts inside. You can have the couple, and I'll keep the child." Han Fei didn't want to have a conflict with them, so he proposed a compromise.

"You want to protect it, but it may not be willing to accept your good intentions." F sneered as he sheathed his sword and stepped back.

Han Fei noticed F's sudden change in attitude and immediately realized what was happening. Without hesitation, he dodged to the side.

The boy's tears that fell into the soil sprouted into black thorns, each with poisonous spikes. The deformed, obese boy refused to let anyone approach, and those poisonous spikes were his way of protecting himself.

"So psychological counseling for abducted children is also very important. If you don't have the courage to break through the thorns around them, then don't talk about saving them lightly." F looked at Han Fei, who had fallen to the ground: "They have been staying in the dark room and have become monsters. Even if a ray of light shines in occasionally, they will only feel that it is blinding."

More and more thorns began to grow in the flowerpot, but most of them coiled around the boy and had no intention of harming others.

F saw all of this, but he still refused to stop. The boy planted in the flowerpot was a good opportunity for him to conduct some tests.

"Don't block the way." He ignored the boy's cries and stepped forward with his knife.

“It’s understandable for a child to be afraid of the dark, but the real tragedy in life is when adults are afraid of the light.” After noticing that the boy only knew how to protect himself and cry, Han Fei stood between the boy and F again: “I’ve forgotten who said this, but I think it makes a lot of sense.”

“Many people live in a daze because they’ve heard too many道理 (principles/truths).” F gripped the black knife tightly. Seeing that Han Fei was determined not to give way, he turned and walked out of the room after a brief standoff.

Trapped in the haunted building, the players cannot afford any more conflicts. F's actions do not imply his agreement with Han Fei; he is simply prioritizing the overall situation.

After F left, Han Fei also put away his knife. He turned around and glanced at the fat boy.

Strangely enough, Han Fei, who was extremely fearful and uneasy at home, was not afraid when he actually faced such a deformed monster; instead, he felt very calm.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you find your parents. All I can do is temporarily prevent them from hurting you."

Han Fei didn't expect anything in return, and after saying that, he prepared to leave, but the boy trapped in the thorns was crying so sadly.

Having lost his memory and having no idea how to coax a child, Han Fei reached into his pocket and pulled out a balloon, the only toy he had.

Try blowing up the balloon, and an adult's head will appear.

As the face grew larger, the boy cried even more miserably, showing great fear. More and more thorns began to sprout from the flowerpot.

"Sorry, I thought you would like this." Han Fei, at a loss, quickly threw away the face balloon, which happened to hit the thorns surrounding the boy and burst instantly.

Upon seeing the horrifying face shatter and explode in front of him, the boy's attention was drawn, and his crying subsided considerably.

"Your hobby is a bit unusual, isn't it?" Most of the balloons were in F's hands. Seeing that the boy had stopped crying, Han Fei forced a smile from behind his mask: "If I survive tonight, I'll pop all the balloons in front of you."

Whether the boy understood or not, the thorns around him receded slightly when Han Fei approached.

"I seem to be quite popular with kids, and Li Guo'er and the women at the amusement park also think I'm pretty good." Han Fei had overheard Qian Ye saying, "These game participants seem to treat charm as a quantifiable attribute. If that man dressed like a turkey has an eight-point charm, how high would my charm be?"

Subconsciously, Han Fei felt that charm should also be one of his weapons.

After leaving the eighth floor, the group of people went up to the ninth floor.

More and more flower pots were placed in the corridor, and thorns filled the doors and stairwells. At first, everyone could barely move forward, but when they got to the middle of the ninth and tenth floors, the stairwell was completely blocked by black thorns.

“These things look like children’s tears; their sorrow and pain have sprouted thorns in the flowerpots,” Han Fei explained patiently, but no one listened. F even stepped forward with a knife and cut through the thorns blocking their path.

The black sword, which had previously slashed monsters with ease, struggled to cut through thorns; the sword seemed to dislike cutting down innocent things.

Little by little, F led all the players to the tenth floor.

The missing person posters on the wall had been completely covered by amusement park advertisements. Above their heads, in the most prominent place, two sentences were painted in red: "Welcome to my home! Welcome to my little amusement park!"
The writing in paint was similar to the writing on the clown mask; at this point, Number Eleven seemed to have completely gone mad.

"I always felt that the tenth floor would be the most crucial floor." Han Fei vaguely remembered something, as if his experience on the eleventh floor was deliberately reminding him: "I think I met a very important person on the tenth floor, and he changed me. He gave me everything he had lost."

A vague idea flashed through his mind. Han Fei pressed his head tightly, scanned all the players, and finally looked at F, who was wearing a mask and holding a black knife: "Could that person also be on the tenth floor? Did he take everything I forgot?"

(End of this chapter)