My Healing Games

Chapter 649, Number Zero

“When we asked to join, that player named Rose raised his hand in opposition. If you go back to him now, do you think he will believe you?” Li Guo’er didn’t understand why Han Fei wanted to go back: “They are a group, and they will definitely favor their own people.”

“That Rose is very rational. He made his choice not because of emotion, but to maximize the interests of everyone. I don’t need his help. I just need to tell him what F did and let him make his own judgment.” Han Fei always felt that the participants in the Perfect Life game were special. They were different from the original inhabitants of the city. It was as if they had come from somewhere else specifically.

“I still think it’s very risky to do this.” Li Guo’er followed behind Han Fei: “If you insist on going back, then we’d better hurry up and create a time difference so that F and the others don’t block us.”

"Let's take a taxi." As Han Fei turned the corner, he noticed a black taxi slowly approaching from a distance, like a driverless hearse searching for its owner.

"Are you tired of living?" Li Guo'er refused repeatedly, and the ugly cat in Han Fei's backpack also meowed, trying to escape.

“Walking back normally would take too long.” Han Fei clutched his chest. “More importantly, I want to test some ideas.”

"Verify what?"

“That F seems to have the ability to foresee the future, while I seem to have the ability to foresee death. Whenever death approaches, I feel immense fear and terror.” Han Fei walked to the side of the road and waved into the distance. “But when I saw this black taxi, I didn’t feel afraid. If I’m not afraid, then it means I won’t die. Since I won’t die, why can’t I take it?”

After hearing Han Fei's words, Li Guo'er couldn't find a reason to refute them for a moment: "I originally said that the person who could foresee the future was abnormal, but your condition is just as bad as his."

Black taxis drive through the streets late at night, like lone boats adrift on the River Styx, waiting for those destined to be reincarnated.

Without seeing how the vehicle approached, it had already stopped next to Han Fei. Eerie "clattering" sounds came from the dark body of the vehicle, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Get in the car!" Han Fei opened the car door, and a strange stench wafted out of the car, though it was impossible to tell exactly what was smelling bad.

"No, are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"

Li Guo'er was alright; at least she could put up a fight. But the ugly cat in Han Fei's backpack could only meow and whimper, having no strength left to resist before Han Fei threw it into the taxi.

"Okay, I'll trust you one more time." Li Guo'er got into the car and sat in the back seat.

After Li Guo'er got into the car, Han Fei opened the front door of the taxi. Seemingly in order to have a better conversation with the driver and create a better experience, he sat directly in the passenger seat.

"We're heading to Perfect Life B&B. Please drive quickly, we're in a hurry." As Han Fei spoke, he was constantly aware of his physical condition; his heart was beating steadily, and he didn't experience any fear.

Compared to Han Fei's composure, the taxi driver appeared somewhat anxious. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his index fingers trembling slightly, and his face was deathly pale.

“Perfect Life… B&B…” The driver repeated the address haltingly, as if he were about to have a seizure at any moment. Sitting in his car felt like going camping with the Grim Reaper.

Li Guo'er gripped Han Fei's backpack tightly. She tried to push the car door, but it was locked. The only way to leave now was to break the window.

Without further communication, the driver started the car.

The pitch-black taxi drove through the night. The driver seemed to be driving for the first time. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his shirt was soaked with sweat, and his gaze was unfocused. Sometimes he would look at the rearview mirror, and sometimes he would look at the digital watch inside the car.

"Master, you'd better focus on driving and not get distracted." Han Fei had a sharp knife called companionship hidden in his sleeve. If the driver didn't listen, he would have to find another way to accompany him.

"Okay, I understand... By the way, where are you going?"

"Perfect Life B&B. If you don't know the way, I can give you directions." Han Fei had already memorized the route when he arrived. It was as if he had a map in his mind, and he slowly filled in the map with his memory.

"No need, I know the way." Apart from looking a bit off, the driver didn't seem to have any other problems. At least his driving skills were pretty good, and he hadn't gone the wrong way.

Sitting in the car, Han Fei looked at the buildings on both sides. It was the first time he had seen the city shrouded in night from this angle, and he had a strange feeling of running into a horror movie.

After driving past two intersections, the driver's legs began to tremble. He glanced at his digital watch and said, "Perfect Life B&B, I know that place. You're going to Perfect Life, right?"

"Yes."

"Perfect Life B&B, Perfect Life B&B..." The driver kept repeating the location. When the green light came on, he stepped on the gas and chose a road, driving straight there.

"Ahem!" Li Guo'er coughed a few times in the back row, then took out her phone and handed it to Han Fei: "Someone texted you, asking if you're coming home for dinner tonight."

Slightly puzzled, Han Fei took the phone and opened the text message. It was a message edited by Li Guo'er herself: "The stench is coming from under the back seat. There are still bloodstains on the edge of the seat cushion that haven't been cleaned up. Someone must have died in the back seat. Look at the video below. It's not very clear from the phone."

Han Fei scrolled down and saw the video that Li Guo'er had just filmed.

The other person probably wanted to use their phone to see what was under the seat, so they secretly stuck their phone under the seat to take pictures.

After turning off the sound beforehand, Han Fei calmly opened the video.

The video, which lasted only a few seconds, quickly finished playing. Underneath the seat, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"The stench is definitely coming from under the seat." Han Fei looked several times and finally noticed something unusual: under Li Guo'er's seat, there was a small, blurry white patch.

"Why should I go home for dinner when I'm with you?" Han Fei turned his head and casually uttered a line when the video on his phone was unclear. As he handed the phone back to Li Guo'er, his gaze fell under the seat.

A man's head was wedged under the dark back seat, his eyes wide open and his face covered in blood.

"Tell her I have important tasks to do next and won't be going back tonight. Tell her to take care of herself." Han Fei's acting skills were excellent, and his improvisational abilities were even stronger. In an instant, he perfectly portrayed the image of a scumbag.

After taking her phone back, Li Guo'er seemed to understand Han Fei's hint. She put her hand in her pocket, looking very calm, but in reality, she had already become highly vigilant.

After rounding another intersection, the driver's face was soaked with sweat. He seemed to have a heart problem, his head slowly lowered, and he muttered as if possessed: "I need to go to Perfect Life B&B. I know the way. I need to go to Perfect Life B&B. I need to go to Perfect Life B&B. There's a house there, a house full of flowers, children laughing and playing. I even saw my own child. Oh, right, I need to pick him up from school and take him to the blue and white secret garden full of butterflies."

The taxi's electronic clock showed it was 11:58 PM, just two minutes before midnight, and the real anomaly inside the taxi seemed to be slowly emerging.

The driver was still on the road to the Perfect Life B&B, but he was muttering to himself, talking about things that were completely unrelated.

“My son loved looking at the sea. He and his friends were taken to a place where blue flowers bloomed. They had just been planted when a fire broke out there. When I arrived, I saw my son bursting into flames. His screams were like a black flower in full bloom, blooming in the hottest place, blooming in my heart…”

As the taxi driver muttered to himself, Li Guo'er in the back seat noticed a newspaper stuck in the seat, with two gray-white photos pasted on it.

One of the photos showed a fire at a training center, with a child rolling around in the flames before finally collapsing in the inferno.

Another photo shows a taxi that has been wrecked and mangled; the driver and passengers are in terrible condition, their bodies completely blurred out.

Feeling uneasy, Li Guo'er took out the newspaper. Her heart started racing when she saw the headline.

"Taxi driver kills nine people, believing in reincarnation?"

"A taxi driver vented his anger over his child's death on an innocent passenger. He claimed that he could offer the passenger's soul as a sacrifice to his child to help the child come back to life. He also said that there are nine different ways to bring the dead back to life, and his method was the lowest level with the lowest success rate."

"To complete the rituals, the man went bankrupt preparing nine ceremonies, intending to murder eight passengers and one innocent passerby..."

Seeing this, Li Guo'er's face turned very pale, and it just so happened that it was midnight.

When the time on the digital watch was completely cleared and turned to zero, the driver, who had been muttering to himself, suddenly seemed to be awakened. His eyes widened and he stared straight at the road ahead: "Where was I going again? Oh, I remember now, I was going to pick up my son from the Blue and White extracurricular activity class!"

When the driver changed, Han Fei's brain was also strongly stimulated. All the names on his heart turned blood red, and the prayer belonging to Number Eleven kept echoing in his mind.

Midnight is when ghosts and monsters unleash their full power, and the heart Han Fei plucked and the knife he hid in his sleeve seemed to be activated.

His heart pounded, his blood flow accelerated, and Han Fei's veins bulged all over his body as he experienced unprecedented pain.

This pain was brought about by happiness. Han Fei felt as if twenty-two arms were tearing at his brain, trying to rip his mind apart completely.

As the clock struck midnight, one chime after another, when the twelfth chime stopped, it felt as if a rift had been forcibly torn open in Han Fei's mind.

In that instant, he heard an incredibly cold, yet strangely familiar voice.

"Number zero..."

When that strange sound rang out, Han Fei felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He clutched his pounding heart, his body trembling violently.

Pain, excitement, despair—all sorts of emotions filled his blank mind.

As midnight arrived, the ghostly time began. The driver in the driver's seat had a deathly look on his face, his expression twisted and ferocious. Han Fei in the passenger seat trembled uncontrollably, almost biting his lip until it bled.

The two people sitting in front of her had gone crazy. Li Guo'er, who had been tricked into getting on the bus, was holding the ugly-cute cat, her face pale and somewhat helpless.

“The clown and I made a deal. The gift he gave me is my key to breaking the deadlock.” With amazing perseverance, Han Fei slowly adapted to the pain. He felt that all the blood in his body, after flowing out, turned into ghost blood. Very faint lines began to appear on his originally normal skin, as if they were some kind of evil ghost totem.

He opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face. Whenever this happened, he could see things he couldn't see before.

"I can't remember the past yet, but the cloak that's been covering my memories has been torn open by the cloak. Now I have to rely on myself to slowly widen that hole, take back everything I've lost, and find my true self!"

Han Fei, whose mind was blank, now knows another important piece of information—number zero.

"There is a number eleven in the script, and a number four, while my own number seems to be zero."

"The number eleven seems to be that child's number in the orphanage. If we think about it that way, could it be that I and number four were also children in an orphanage?"

"Number 11 was abandoned eleven times and kept being sent from the orphanage to strange foster parents. From this perspective, it seems that the orphanage was deliberately torturing these orphans and trying to raise them into monsters."

Based on his experience on the 11th, Han Fei deduced a lot of information.

"Number 11 built a small amusement park on his rooftop. There's a real amusement park at the edge of this city. Is he hinting at the relationship between orphans and amusement parks?"

With keen insight, coupled with a terrifying intuition and instinct, Han Fei would quickly deduce the truth once he grasped a clue.

"Could the couple who took me to see the doctor also be my adoptive parents? Is it possible that they really are serial killers, and the orphanage specifically found such parents for me?"

Countless guesses flashed through Han Fei's mind, but he quickly decided what to do next: "I've accepted the gift from the eleventh. Tomorrow night I need to go to where the fourth is as soon as possible. That F can foresee the future, so he'll probably be there too. I have to speed things up!"

Thinking of this, Han Fei looked up and saw that the taxi was speeding down an unfamiliar road. The driver seemed to be crazy, trying to drive the taxi somewhere.

(End of this chapter)