My Healing Games

Chapter 647 A Happy Heart
"Why are these the covers of the script? Am I actively embracing death, forgetting the entire past? What would be the point of doing this?"

What kind of experiences would drive a person to the point of wanting to forget all their memories? Are all those memories filled with pain and despair?

Han Fei's heart was pounding, not from fear this time, but from another emotion he couldn't yet understand.

"There's someone who wants to kill me. He's succeeded ninety-nine times, or rather, I've cooperated with him to die ninety-nine times..."

With only fragments of death remaining in his blank mind, Han Fei stood under the blood-red night, his gaze sweeping over the game participants around him.

"Who could that person be? Whose body might they be hiding in? A participant in the game, my parents, or the doctor who treats me?"

The clown told Han Fei a lot of important information, and it seemed like a deal between them.

The appearance of that clown made Han Fei even more certain of one thing: he was definitely not a shut-in screenwriter; he was very likely the player who had previously obtained 99 points and was closest to completing the game.

After carefully putting away the piece of paper torn from the script cover, Han Fei's face looked strange in the blood-red night light: "The clown killed a game participant casually, and I feel like I've been killed by him many times myself. He's definitely not a good person, but the things he said didn't seem like he was lying. What kind of choice do I need to make? Or what choice is the right one?"

Han Fei pondered silently, while the other players were already panicking.

A group of people surrounded the player's corpse, frantically trying to wake him up, while the strongest player focused all his efforts on dealing with the monster called Happiness.

The more it was attacked, the more frenzied the monster became. Its twenty-two arms seemed to represent an inviolable will; it wanted to tear everyone apart and turn them into fertilizer for the flowers.

"F! Someone's dead!"

"I can't hold on any longer! Retreat!"

"Let the people with special talents go first!"

The players' voices rang out, but F, wielding the black knife, remained silent. After dodging the giant's first wave of attacks, he coldly declared, "No one is allowed to leave! The ghost that killed Shorthair is inside the building. If you rush down now, you'll definitely be killed by the ghost! Shorthair's miserable death will be your fate!"

If F simply prevented players from leaving, most players would probably be dissatisfied, but F has made the reasons very clear.

“That ghost has left. If you want to escape now, this is your only chance.” Han Fei wasn’t deliberately contradicting F. His unease had dissipated, which meant that the real clown ghost had indeed left. If they dragged it out any longer, the “ghosts” from the other apartment buildings might come over. After all, no one knew how many “ghosts” lived in this community.

Before the players could react to Han Fei's words, F's expression changed. He disliked dissenting voices, and if two voices were to emerge within a team, many projects would be difficult to advance.

Other players also expressed doubt about what Han Fei said. They were not familiar with Han Fei, so how could they believe a stranger?

Besides, the short-haired man's body was not far away, and it wasn't even completely cold yet.

The exit was right there, perfectly safe, but no one went through it.

“F, the death aura over there is indeed dissipating.” Ah Chong only said one sentence for Han Fei, and then he was pushed in front of the giant by F.

"How can you survive in this nightmarish world if you're always so timid and submissive? Show your other side, and I'll teach you how to become a better version of yourself!"

After F unconsciously uttered the words "a better version of yourself," both Han Fei and F seemed to pause for a moment, but they still didn't pay much attention.

"No! I really can't do it!" The person Ah Chong fears the most is F. He has a natural fear of F, which is a reaction that his body instinctively produces after countless near-death experiences. He knows that if F really intends to kill him, he has no chance of surviving.

Ah Chong, who was pushed out, was unable to dodge in time and was grabbed directly by the monster's slender arms. He cried out for help, but no player dared to face the terrifying monster.

Ultimately, this team is only brought together by shared interests. They can support each other, but they won't risk their lives to save people.

The enormous and ferocious monster put immense pressure on everyone. Even Qianye, who had the best physical fitness, hesitated. He glanced at F, seemingly wanting to ascertain F's true thoughts.

Wearing a black trench coat and a white mask, F stood closest to the monster and Ah Chong. He neither retreated and abandoned Ah Chong, nor went forward to save Ah Chong. He seemed to genuinely just want to force out Ah Chong's potential.

Perhaps he wasn't wrong in doing so, but in the eyes of those players, his behavior was indeed a bit excessive.

"Stand in position according to plan! Don't waste the opportunity created by Ah Chong!" F and the monster are physically vastly different, not even on the same level. Someone has to attract the monster's attention so that he can strike its vitals.

Ah Chong screamed as several hands grabbed his body, making him feel like he was about to be torn apart.

"Do it!"

F gave the order, but only half of the players followed his instructions. Among the other half, some players were hiding at the very back, wavering.

"If you disobey me, everyone will die here. Neither you nor I have any other choice!"

A cold voice came from behind the mask. F was always like this: calm, ruthless, and focused on efficiency and results.

Holding a black knife, no one knew what he was thinking, but his words revealed his confidence, as if all difficulties could be easily resolved by simply doing as he said.

Qianye, who was closest to F, was the first to act. Under his influence, the players who were one in a million and had special talents began to attack the monster.

They had practiced against various monsters beforehand, each doing their part to divert the monsters' attention and create an opportunity for F, but Ah Chong didn't have it so easy.

As he was grabbed by the monster's arm, he heard the sound of bones dislocating, and a hand holding a medicine bottle shoved a full bottle of medicine into his mouth.

"Help me! F! Help me!" If Ah Chong swallowed those pills, he would probably either die or turn into a monster. His voice trembled with fear, and his face was full of terror.

F observed everything, but he found no weakness in the monster. In order for everyone to escape danger, he chose to continue waiting.

The train of fate travels forward, with a group of people bound to the tracks ahead, while only Ah Chong is bound to the other track beside it.

F is like the person driving the train. He changed direction without hesitation. If it can save the majority, what does it matter if he kills one person with his own hands?

"F! You lied to me!" Ah Chong was speechless for a moment. As the medicine bottle drew closer, he saw the pills inside that exuded an aura of death.

Each pill seems to have a child's crying face on it, as if the pills are stuck with their tears and have grown blackish-red things that look like body hair.

"Happiness" grabbed Ah Chong's limbs with its four arms, and the fifth arm pressed the medicine bottle towards Ah Chong's mouth.

The dark red pills rolled out of the bottle and were about to fall into Ah Chong's mouth when a knife flew from a distance and easily severed the arm holding the pill bottle.

The blade fell, and Ah Chong, who had been crying in fear, turned his head to look. Han Fei, wearing a white mask, was hiding in a sea of ​​scarlet flowers.

Without any skill involved, he quickly approached the enemy using his amazing reflexes.

Seeing Han Fei take the lead in provoking the monster, the other players were also filled with hope and stepped forward one after another.

F was initially somewhat dissatisfied with Han Fei, but when he saw that Han Fei was willing to cooperate with him, that dissatisfaction gradually subsided. He didn't like Han Fei, but that was just a personal emotion.

As a player who wants to accumulate 100 points to complete the game, he will try his best to win over and utilize anything that can help him.

In that situation, no one could get close to the monster; the only way was to damage the hand holding the potion from a distance.

F's black knife could have done the same thing, but he didn't. Ah Chong saw this and remembered it.

Several players each attract two to three arms, weaving left and right on the limited rooftop space.

To Han Fei's surprise, these players seemed to have anticipated encountering this monster and had all undergone targeted training.

Unlike Han Fei, who dodged based on his physical instincts, those people seemed to have been given the answer beforehand.

"Among the players, there is one who, like the Joker, knew the answer to his fate in advance."

Without even thinking, Han Fei immediately pictured F; that player was truly too strange.

Having dodged the monster's arm, Han Fei's goal was clear: he only wanted to save Ah Chong and retrieve the dagger he had thrown out.

F appears to be the true owner of the Perfect Life B&B. He has gathered a large number of game participants, both real and fake, under his command. A direct confrontation with F would not benefit Han Fei at all, so he wants to take other measures to dismantle it step by step.

Another point is that after hearing A-Chong's voice, Han Fei vaguely felt that he seemed to know him, and that they must have been friends before.

As Han Fei rapidly closed the distance, every step he took seemed to be on the verge of fate. He was as if walking on the edge of life and death, always able to dodge the monster's attacks from an unbelievable angle.

It felt as if he had practiced countless times, and all the past experiences were etched into his muscles.

The closer Han Fei got, the more panicked the monster became, and a large portion of its twenty-two arms tried to grab Han Fei.

"Why won't it let me get close?" Han Fei recalled the words behind the clown mask: "Even if Number Eleven knew that Happiness was a monster, he still chose to get close. The poor child has no demands for Happiness. Even if he is covered in wounds, he will not despise his own happiness."

Han Fei seemed to have figured out the key point. His gaze passed through the arms of the twenty-two foster parents and looked at the monster's ugly face and the heart filled with words of supplication.

"This is the happiness of number 11. It is ugly and aggressive, but it is essentially the image of happiness in a child's mind."

The meat he had eaten was being digested quickly, and Han Fei accelerated forward.

F, who was in the distance, sensed something and, without further hesitation, gripped his knife and moved forward.

With his adoptive parents' arms completely diverted, F's speed was astonishing. He seemed to have reached the limit of the current player level, nimbly passing through the arms and rushing to the monster's main body together with Han Fei.

The two stood on either side of the monster, both staring at its exposed heart.

However, their reactions were completely different. F drew his knife and slashed at Xingfu's heart, while Han Fei stretched out his hands, wanting to take Xingfu's heart, which was wrapped in his adoptive parents' arms, and put it into his own bosom.

"stop!"

"Stop!"

Han Fei and F reminded each other at the same time, but neither of them slowed down.

Just as they were about to touch the monster's heart, countless black thorns sprouted from the flower bushes beside the monster.

What is noteworthy is that the thorns did not try to stop Han Fei, but instead unilaterally blocked F.

"I saved the child in the flowerpot!"

The choices of the past have changed the present. Something flashed through Han Fei's mind, and he preemptively touched the heart of happiness.

F's reaction was also incredibly fast, almost unlike that of a normal human being.

He risked injuring his arm, slicing through the thorns, and then, without slowing down at all, he slashed directly at Han Fei's heart, seemingly intending to sever Han Fei's fingers as well.

Han Fei wanted to save his hands, and it seemed that the only way was to give up his heart. But at this last moment, he hesitated. He didn't want to hand over this heart that had suffered so much to F.

In the blink of an eye, F's black knife touched Han Fei's fingers, and at that moment, countless roars came from the hilt of the knife.

(End of this chapter)