My Healing Games

Chapter 658 Haunted House
"Did you find anything?" Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia both sensed that Han Fei's mood seemed a bit off.

"It's nothing, I just find it strange that this unfinished script is stylistically different from the others." Han Fei's fingers touched the paper figure's eyes: "Is she really dead?"

"Brother, we were discussing that bridal sedan chair ghost, how did you suddenly bring up other things?" Xiao Jia was not very clear.

“Every time I come to Happiness Community, I become strange. I’m a different person than before. The murderous aura in my heart gradually subsides, and my emotions overcome my reason, making me think about things I would never normally think about.” Han Fei held the paper doll’s eyes in his palm, unwilling to let go.

"It might be because your home is really here. Haven't you forgotten everything from the past? Let's go in together at dawn and see if we can help you remember anything." Li Guo'er hadn't known Han Fei for long, but she genuinely cared for him. Unconsciously, she had come to regard Han Fei as a very important person.

"Alright, let's talk about it when it's light." Han Fei didn't want to drag Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia into a desperate situation.

"Actually, we should feel really lucky. We were very fortunate tonight and didn't encounter any malicious intent." Li Guo'er sat in the driver's seat and said with great emotion, "Normally, I would find a place to hide after midnight, afraid of being discovered. I'm not even as good as a rat in a gutter. I never thought that I would dare to drive on the street now, and even have more than 20 points."

"I will help you pass the level," Han Fei said again.

"Are you really not going to regret it? If the reward for clearing the level is to grant a wish, are you willing to give me that opportunity?" Li Guo'er knew very well that she was able to get so many points entirely thanks to Han Fei, so there were some questions she wanted to clarify.

"Don't think so optimistically. Maybe there will be no reward after you clear the level, and you might even lose your memory instead?" Han Fei didn't want to deceive Li Guo'er.

"I accept punishment if it's a punishment, but I won't forget you if it brings me great benefits." Li Guo'er spoke very coolly; she has always been a very straightforward girl.

"What about me?" Xiao Jia raised his hand, but the taxi fell silent at that moment.

"I feel like you guys are targeting me..."

"You'll get a reward too." Han Fei stopped talking about it, tucked the companionship into his sleeve, sat in the car, and closed his eyes to rest.

The first rays of sunlight touched the horizon, and the darkness slowly receded. Han Fei and his companions had successfully survived the night.

"Number zero..."

A voice echoed in his mind, and Han Fei eagerly opened the car door: "Let's go, let's go in and take a look. This neighborhood shouldn't be that scary during the day."

Breathing in the fresh air, Han Fei stretched. After dawn, the oppressive tension disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

"Strange, the paper money and flowers on the ground are still there? Is this an illusion?" Xiao Jia pointed to the passage between Building 1 and Building 10. The place where the bridal sedan chair passed last night was full of paper money, and there were also white candles on both sides of the passage.

“The flower girl from last night seemed to be standing near the white wax.” Han Fei picked up a white wax stick casually: “Even the unburnt white wax on the ground gives me a very familiar feeling.”

"Don't touch these things." Li Guo'er parked the car, and the three of them entered the Happiness Community again as dawn broke.

They walked through the passageway between the two apartment buildings and stood in front of Building 1 of Happiness Apartments.

The dark red sky has returned to normal, and the neighborhood now looks very dilapidated and old, as if no one has lived there for a long time.

"I never imagined there would be such a dilapidated residential area in the city." It was Xiao Jia's first time here, and he hadn't yet realized the seriousness of the situation. He just thought the neighborhood was quite ordinary.

“The white wax candles were placed all the way to the entrance of Building No. 1, as if they were guiding the souls. Did the bridal sedan chair last night go directly into this building?” Li Guo’er stood next to Han Fei, looking nervous.

"This should be it." Han Fei took off his mask. He looked at the old building in front of him and could no longer remain calm. He strode into the building.

"What does 'marrying a ghost' mean? Does it mean a living person marries a ghost?" Xiao Jia followed behind Han Fei, his mind full of questions: "The bridal sedan chair we saw last night was for marrying one of the men in this building? Is it possible to do that?"

Han Fei had no intention of paying attention to Xiao Jia. He took a step forward, and even the height of the steps felt familiar, as if he had gone up and down here countless times.

"Is my home really here?"

Everything is familiar, yet everything is strange; this is the most painful thing for amnesiacs.

Reaching out to touch the graffiti and words on the wall, Han Fei walked all the way to the third floor before stopping.

An old man with a wrinkled face was sweeping the white wax trees placed in front of his house together with a broom, muttering under his breath, "He's always having these episodes, why don't we take him to the hospital? If we delay any longer, he'll go crazy, or I will."

"Grandpa, are you a resident of this building?" Han Fei had a sharp knife hidden in his sleeve. He had actually intended to ask the old man if he was a human or a ghost.

"Nonsense, I don't live here, why would I come here to sweep the floor?" The old man was very old and had an even bigger temper: "I must be incredibly unlucky to live in this lousy place."

"Uncle, did you put these candles on the ground? Burning so much white wax... could easily cause a fire." Han Fei didn't try to act, but anyone who saw him would think he was just like a community service worker.

"What the hell?! Those candles were all put there by that idiot on the fifth floor!"

"A resident on the fifth floor?" Han Fei's interest was piqued. "He must have a reason for doing this, right?"

"You probably won't believe it, but there used to be a couple living on the fifth floor. They were in a car accident, the woman died on the spot, and the man became a vegetable." The old man grabbed a broom and started talking in the hallway. "The man was an orphan, he had no parents, and he saved up a lot of money by working hard on his own. After he became a vegetable, distant relatives who had rarely been in contact with him before and people from the welfare home took turns taking care of him."

"Isn't this quite heartwarming?"

“Warmth?” The old man sneered. “The distant relatives and the nursing home caregivers who received the news were both after his money. Neither side had the heart to take good care of him. They even fought over the right to take care of him alone.”

"So who took care of him in the end?" Han Fei asked, a little curious.

“Our distant relatives won.” The old man sighed. “That family looks respectable, but they’re actually very bad. They didn’t treat a person in a vegetative state as a human being at all.”

"Is nobody taking care of them?"

"The key is that nobody knows! His distant relatives seem polite to everyone on the surface, like decent people, but who would have thought that after they took over the house, they started to torture that man relentlessly? There were needle marks all over his fleshy parts, and he had many bruises all over his body. They would throw him on the ground at the drop of a hat. And this is only what we know. What we don't know must be even more terrifying. We don't even dare to think about the details." The old man still frowned deeply when he thought about these things.

"How did you find out about this later? Were his distant relatives arrested by the police?"

"Arrest him? All his distant relatives are dead!" The old man's voice was low, and it seemed as if a cold wind was blowing through the stairwell.

"On the night of his girlfriend's seventh-day memorial, all the relatives who had been tormenting the man were killed. Their deaths were all more gruesome than the last. When the police arrived, they said they hadn't encountered such a horrific case in a long time."

No one dared to speak, and the old man continued on his own: "The police said that when they went in, the room was full of dead people, except for that person in a vegetative state who was smiling. Can you believe it? A person in a vegetative state who had lost all expression could actually smile?"

"It is indeed quite bizarre," Han Fei nodded.

"Nobody knows what really happened. Everyone guesses that his girlfriend's spirit came back to life and happened to see that group of people torturing the man, so in a fit of rage he killed them all." The old man shook his head: "Ghosts are just something to listen to, don't go around spreading rumors."

"And then what? What happened to the man?"

"He died. He died the night the police arrived. They say he was smiling until he died, and his eyes were always looking at a certain place." After saying this, the old man prepared to continue cleaning.

"Since the man is dead, who placed these candles? Did new residents move into the fifth floor?" Han Fei was more curious about this. In this eerie city, certain rituals could not be performed casually.

"Yes." The old man nodded: "Everyone wanted to stay away from such a haunted house and move out as soon as possible, but a madman bought it and went crazy in that house every night!"

(End of this chapter)