My Healing Games

Chapter 654 Strange Night
For the first time since he opened his eyes in the hospital, Han Fei felt joy.

Even he himself didn't know why, but after seeing the changes in the faces of those who had died unjustly in the taxi, he would feel a sense of peace and security.

"Did I have a certain kind of profession before?"

"You do have a pretty good figure, and I don't think it's impossible. Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

Han Fei and Xiao Jia exchanged a glance: "Is it possible that I'm good at things like comforting the dead and helping wronged ghosts find peace?"

"That's quite special." Xiao Jia touched his thinning hair, stopped talking, and carefully held the props for the resurrection ceremony.

Turning around, Han Fei looked behind the car. The boy's body had been pushed aside and crashed into a pile of garbage on the side of the road. Blood and grease from his body were splattered everywhere, but soon he got up again and chased after the taxi like a tireless machine.

"Still chasing?"

The boy's corpse was covered with densely packed curses, and resentment was attached to the curses, piercing through the charred skin like black blood vessels, giving him abilities far beyond those of an ordinary "ghost".

Looking into the distance, Han Fei looked at the building again. The blue and white flower sea rippled in the wind, and a woman in a blue dress stood in the window that had been burned by the fire.

The blood-red butterflies on her skirt seemed to come alive, fluttering around her.

"There were strange symbols written on the bodies of the woman in the blue dress and the boy. Could their transformation be related to those incantations?" The Blue and White Tutoring Center building was not a place Han Fei could set foot in right now; it was already extremely difficult for him to escape by sheer luck.

"How did I manage to fight against 'ghosts' before I lost my memory? How could I possibly be a match for these resentful spirits with my own strength alone?"

Han Fei gripped the knife called Companion, its blade echoing the name on his heart, as if the clown had prepared it for him.

"This is the clown's knife, not my own. It's strange, but after I met F, I always heard the black knife in his hand calling to me, as if the knife in his hand was my own."

His fingers unconsciously clenched, and a desire welled up deep within Han Fei; he wanted to take F's knife.

"Besides the knife, it seems I've lost many other important things!" Han Fei pressed his temples, wanting to tear away the black cloth obscuring his memories.

A sound came from the backpack. Han Fei felt something rubbing against his arm. He looked down and saw that the badly injured cat had crawled out of the backpack.

It nestled intelligently in Han Fei's arms, its eyes fixed on him as if confirming something.

"What are you trying to do, you silly cat? Did you pee in my backpack?" Han Fei frowned. When he looked at the cat, he noticed something quite surprising.

This cat's eyes are different from typical cat eyes; they resemble human eyes more. It's as if this cat's body was forcibly pieced together from an animal's and a human's, with numerous stitches hidden beneath its skin.

The ugly-cute cat first looked at Han Fei, then looked at the top of the taxi, as if it could also see the faces and ghosts on the roof.

Its eyes slowly moved, and it seemed that only after Han Fei helped the ghost did the cat finally realize that the person in front of it was its master. A smile even appeared on its ugly-cute face.

The cat was laughing, a sight that stunned both Han Fei and Xiao Jia.

"Hey bro, did your cat just laugh?"

"I don't know, I haven't even laughed yet."

Han Fei had no recollection of the cat; he had simply thought it was about to die and had casually rescued it.

Unintentional acts of kindness seem to be a true reflection of Han Fei himself; he was unaware of them.

The cat, which was staring at Han Fei, nuzzled him affectionately, but after only a few seconds, the cat's body suddenly began to convulse violently. It kept gagging, as if it wanted to vomit something.

"Are you sick? Did you eat something indiscriminately in that building?" Han Fei was about to help the cat when he saw the cat spit out a small piece of red paper from its mouth.

The paper was made of some unknown material; it looked similar to ordinary paper, but it couldn't be torn no matter what, and it emitted a strong smell of blood.

"There's an eye drawn on the paper. Was it torn from a portrait?" Xiao Jia peeked at it and said, "It's drawn quite well. The eye is so beautiful."

"No, this isn't a painting." When Han Fei's hand touched the fragment of red paper, his heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. He blurted out, "These are the eyes of a paper figure!"

After saying those words, Han Fei's heart ached more and more. It seemed that something terrible had happened before. Even though his brain had lost its memory, his body still remembered that pain.

"She's dead?"

"Who?"

“I don’t know…” Han Fei held the blood-red paper doll’s eyes. There was a strange connection between his body and the paper doll, as if their blood and emotions were connected: “It seems to be someone who is very important to me.”

Looking into the paper figure's eyes, which reflected Han Fei's face, he stared for a while before realizing that even though he was wearing a white clown mask, the paper figure's eyes still reflected his real face.

"who are you?"

Han Fei gently touched the paper figure's blood-red eyes, and in that instant, he seemed to sense the hidden locations of the other parts of the paper figure's body.

"It feels like there's a blood connection between this paper figure fragment and me; I need to piece it back together!"

Placing the blood-red paper doll fragment in the pocket near his heart, Han Fei patted the cat's head: "Why did you give me this piece of paper at this time? Didn't you acknowledge me before?"

To Han Fei's surprise, the battered cat nodded slightly, as if it understood some of the simple words Han Fei had spoken.

"You only truly accepted me when I reached a settlement with the person who died unjustly in the taxi. Is that the standard by which you judge me? The real me is willing to communicate with 'ghosts,' while the fake me would indiscriminately kill 'ghosts'?"

The cat didn't react anymore; it seemed to be very tired.

"The clown left me a knife, showed me happiness, and gave me the ability to kill ghosts; then the cat saw that I had the ability to kill ghosts and chose to reconcile with the 'ghosts' before it felt at ease spitting out the fragments it had swallowed and giving me this eye that was full of me; one link after another, seemingly ingenious, but in reality, if I made one wrong choice, my fate would be completely overturned."

"What if I hadn't managed to escape that room? What if I hadn't been too scared to go downstairs and check? What if I hadn't saved the cat? What if I hadn't saved Li Guo'er? What if I had died in the Blue and White Tutoring Center...?"

To achieve what Han Fei has accomplished, one needs not only exceptional physical and mental strength, but also rationality, composure, and kindness, and the ability to maintain a heart that faces the sun even after seeing darkness.

"What kind of person you become is not determined by your birth, but by the choices you make. I seem to firmly believe that even if I could do it all over again, I would make the same choices."

Han Fei pressed his hand to his chest, stroking the shredded paper through his suit jacket: "Someone whose name I've forgotten can still bring me this kind of pain."

"Han Fei! We can't shake that brat! With it chasing us like this, we have no way to get back. It'll probably chase us all the way home!" Li Guo'er was a good driver, but she still couldn't shake off the boy's corpse.

Han Fei looked back and saw that the boy's legs and hands had been almost completely worn away, replaced by black mist. The curses all over his body were crawling like insects, his face was completely distorted, and he was moving faster and faster!

"This guy is really difficult to deal with." Xiao Jia's face was pale. "I absolutely can't go back to my house now!"

"It seems we have to find a way to get rid of him." Han Fei took out the ritual props from his bag, trying to find a way to fight the little devil.

By comparing the information the mysterious person sent to the driver, Han Fei actually made an unexpected discovery.

“Once the ritual begins, it cannot be stopped. There are nine rituals. If the first resurrection ritual is ineffective for the dead, then the next ritual must be performed before the body decomposes, until the final ritual is successful.”

"If the body moves or undergoes other changes during the ceremony, then a mirror that the deceased looked in during his lifetime should be pointed at his face, and the spell on the mirror can affect him."

"After all nine rituals have been performed, regardless of whether they were successful or not, the photos of the living sacrifices must be destroyed, otherwise the victims may suffer retribution from the wronged ones."

The stranger only taught the driver how to perform the ritual, but didn't tell him how to deal with the boy who had turned into a zombie. It seemed that the stranger's goal from the beginning was to create a monster.

"This mirror seems to be useful."

Han Fei first took the mirror in his hand. The reflection of a child was vaguely visible in the mirror. He looked about seven or eight parts similar to the boy's corpse, but he looked timid and weak. It was impossible to connect him with the crazy monster behind the car.

The small mirror had the boy's birth date and time and various strange characters written on it, which looked rather eerie.

"The boy's corpse has devoured the life force and most of the souls of the nine who died unjustly. If I can control him, can those nine unjustly killed people extract their souls and resentment?"

Han Fei looked the taxi over: "I'll set up that ritual inside the taxi according to the arrangement of the items in the classroom, and then lure the boy's body into the car. Maybe that will trap him."

“You make it sound so easy. That guy has been chasing us. We’re trying to trap him in a taxi, but that’s too risky unless someone dares to get inside as bait.” Xiao Jia shook his head. “The risk is too great.”

"It's alright, I can give it a try." Han Fei explained his plan: "You guys slow down in a bit, I'll get out and hold the little boy back, you guys hurry up and set up the items needed for the ceremony, and then you get out of here as soon as possible. I'll figure out a way to lure it into the car."

As Han Fei spoke, he kept looking at the faces on the roof of the carriage. The people who had died unjustly did not show any anger. Instead, they seemed eager to try again. They also wanted to become whole again.

“That ritual isn’t so easy to recreate! We can’t even restore all those incantations in the classroom.” Xiao Jia thought Han Fei was being delusional: “Why don’t we just throw those things away? Or should we drive to the downtown area? There are a lot of gangsters there, maybe they can help us divert the corpse’s hatred.”

"It's alright, I've memorized most of the runes." Han Fei took out a pen from his backpack, and then, under the shocked gazes of Xiao Jia and Li Guo'er, he began to draw the runes he remembered onto the interior wall of the taxi: "I don't know what these things mean, so I can only copy them one by one. Fortunately, my memory is pretty good."

To buy Han Fei enough time, Li Guo'er showed off her driving skills, keeping a distance from the boy's body at all times.

The two worked together seamlessly, requiring no further words; Xiao Jia, however, seemed to be getting in the way.

After speeding through the city for an hour, the streets shrouded in night seemed like an endless maze, and no matter how I drove, I couldn't get out of the city.

"Is it not finished yet?" Li Guo'er was extremely nervous. After turning a corner, she suddenly saw a bus coming towards her!

Li Guo'er jerked the steering wheel and tried her best to keep the car steady. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have crashed directly into the bus.

"Can you even drive?" Li Guo'er cursed. She looked at the bus, the dilapidated vehicle moving slowly down the road like a ghost ship. Everyone in the bus, including the driver, had their heads down. "How can a hearse cause an accident?"

The bus slowly pulled up to a nearby stop, and the taxi driven by Li Guo'er, which had just gone out of control, had also slowed down.

"I've almost finished drawing it, let's get started now!" Han Fei carried the mirror with him, then pushed the other items needed for the ritual to Xiao Jia: "Have you memorized the placement of everything?"

"It shouldn't go wrong."

"If you make a mistake, I'm dead!" Han Fei, wearing a white mask, stared intently at Xiao Jia: "If I die, I'll come find you every night to play games!"

"No! We've been through thick and thin together!" Xiao Jia trembled with fear.

"The child's body is getting closer!" Li Guo'er slowed down again, and Han Fei took the opportunity to open the car door and jump out.

Upon seeing Han Fei appear, the boy, whose limbs had completely turned into black mist, charged forward with a strange cry; his speed was simply too fast.

"You two put your things away and get going!" Han Fei shouted back, then rushed towards the bus without another word.

Han Fei had noticed something was wrong with the bus while he was still on it. He couldn't buy enough time on his own, so his initial goal was to use the bus to delay the situation.

"When I saw the bus, I didn't feel scared. If I wasn't scared, it means I didn't foresee death, which means I won't die." Han Fei was also trusting in his "special ability." He didn't bother to tidy up his appearance or protect his mirror. He grabbed the knife and rushed to the station.

The boy's body followed closely behind. Han Fei dared not linger and immediately grabbed his knife and ran onto the bus.

The temperature plummeted, and it felt as if he had crawled into a freezer, instantly clearing his mind.

The driver and passengers slowly raised their heads, their pale faces turning to look at Han Fei.

(End of this chapter)