My Healing Games

Chapter 665 Returning to the Place Where Memories Began
The girl on the television screen seemed to be an extremely evil spirit. The aura she exuded was completely different from that of the hanged ghost. The fear she evoked was unmatched, even by the clown's childhood memories. Just being looked at by her made one feel as if their soul was being melted by her gaze.

Neither Han Fei nor the hanged ghost expected what happened in the fourth-floor room. Han Fei had only felt that the room was familiar and wanted to come in and take a look, but who knew that such a terrifying ghost face was hidden in the television.

The hanged ghost's head outside the house changed drastically. A faint black mist seeped into the house, and the hanged ghost, which was holding Han Fei's hands, was forced to retreat.

It wanted to leave, but Han Fei was too scared to be alone there, so he clung tightly to the hanged ghost's body with both hands.

His palm touched the hanged ghost's soul and memories. The scene before him felt incredibly familiar; he had done the same thing in this room before!

A turbulent wave surged through my blank mind, and a crack reappeared in the black curtain that obscured my memories, and that crack continued to grow larger.

"I've done it! I'm still alive! That proves it was the right choice!"

With his arms and legs draped over the hanged ghost, Han Fei practically clung to it, making the ghost's head outside the door snarl in frustration.

To be honest, Han Fei was really scared. The girl's hideous and twisted face filled the screen, and the indescribable sense of oppression made him feel cold all over. Only by hugging another outsider ghost in the room did he feel a little safe.

"One of the scariest stories in the script takes place in Happiness Community. Did I encounter that ghost called Eight-Armed Yama?"

The girl in red was manipulating the corpse in the dark house. She was so cruel that she treated the corpse like a puzzle piece. Such a ghost is definitely an evil ghost!
The more frightened Han Fei became, the harder he gripped the hanged ghost. Now, his concern was no longer how to kill the ghost, but how to survive.

"The girl's eyes were completely filled with a morbid murderous intent; I had never seen such crazed eyes before."

Psychopathic killers reveal their true nature when committing crimes, but even when they are at their most insane, their eyes are not as frightening as the girl on the TV.

It's truly unimaginable how a child of such a young age could possess such terrifying eyes. Han Fei didn't even dare to guess how many people she had killed.

The black and white television screen began to flicker, and the blood on the girl's face seemed to seep out from the glass screen, each drop of blood carrying a strong sense of murderous intent.

The girl, standing three or four meters away, stared at Han Fei. She seemed unable to escape the television screen, and Han Fei was aware of this as well.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, drops of blood fell from the screen, and the cabinet on which the television was placed seemed to start moving slowly for no apparent reason.

In the pitch-black living room, the TV playing a video of a girl making funny faces moved closer to him, and the girl's face gradually drew closer!
Goosebumps rose on Han Fei's neck. He wanted to leave, but his body was no longer under his control. His legs were weak, and only the arm that touched the memories of the hanged ghost could still move with difficulty.

"What are you standing there for! Run! Do you want to die with me?" Han Fei shouted at the hanged ghost, exasperated. If they stayed in the house any longer, both of them would be crushed by the uncontrollable killing intent.

The hanged ghost's head, left outside the house, let out a shrill howl, as a continuous stream of black mist seeped into its body. It tried to pull itself out, but the ugly-cute cat took the opportunity to retaliate, scratching its cheeks.

The hanged ghost, whose face was always expressionless, was covered in wounds. He was going crazy, his eyes, full of whites, darting around rapidly. He wished he could immediately throw the ugly cat and Han Fei into the house so that the homeowner could have both cats and dogs and appease his anger.

"Quick!"

The television was getting closer and closer, and the hanged ghost, consuming a large amount of black mist, struggled to drag its body.

"Hurry!" Han Fei shouted. As he and the hanged ghost moved backward, the TV cabinet was almost in front of him.

"Did I kill you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

The crazed girl seemed to have heard Han Fei's voice; her lips moved slightly, as if she were saying something.

"A key?" Han Fei realized he had some knowledge of lip reading, but because the time was too short, he could only make out that the girl mentioned a key.

"What key? The house key? Does she want me to help her find the key?"

Leaning back, before the television could touch Han Fei, the hanged ghost used a large amount of black mist to pull his own body and Han Fei, who was hanging on his body, out of the room.

With his legs back to normal, Han Fei and the ugly cat barely hesitated before launching themselves up and running upstairs in twos and threes at a time.

The hanged ghost, its head and body severely severed, lay on the fourth floor, and it took him quite a while to stand up again.

In order to carry his body out of the room, the hanged ghost wasted too much resentful black mist, and now he can't even heal the wounds on his face.

With his hands straightening his head, the hanged ghost discovered that Han Fei's image had appeared in his obsession, and killing Han Fei had become his new obsession.

The man dragged his toes on the ground as if bound by an invisible rope, chasing after Han Fei at top speed.

"Did you find anything?"

When he got to the seventh floor, Han Fei didn't dare to speak too loudly, for fear of attracting more trouble.

"found it!"

Xiao Jia smashed open a floor tile in the corner and discovered a black jar buried deep inside the toilet.

The bathroom is the most yin place in the entire room, and this jar was deliberately placed in the innermost corner of the bathroom. The landlord's friend was clearly trying to kill him by doing this.

"Give me the stuff!"

Holding hands with Xiao Jia, Han Fei ran towards him and immediately saw the problem.

Two pieces of white paper were pasted on the black jar, with someone's birth date and time written on them. More notably, the handwriting on the white paper was very similar to the handwriting on the mirror of the boy's corpse, suggesting that it was written by the same person.

The terrifying sound of bones dislocating echoed at the doorway; the hanged ghost had entered the house.

Han Fei no longer hesitated, tore up the white paper, and smashed the black jar.

Black water with a pungent, putrid smell flowed from the jar, in which a school uniform covered with all sorts of obscene words and several color photos were soaking.

This scene has appeared in the Blue & White cram school, where people in those color photos seem to be crying and waving.

However, Han Fei did not go to save the people in the photos as he did last time. He quickly glanced at them and saw that there were ugly photos of students bullying others, photos of the boss handing over documents, and group photos of colleagues chatting and laughing.

The photos were well taken, and the hanged man himself appeared in every one of them, but he was always standing in a corner, lying on the ground, or being ostracized on the outside.

“These things are your anger and hatred, and I will help you destroy them.”

Accompanying the pierced photo, he acted with unwavering decisiveness, just like last time when he went to save someone without a second thought.

The same photos, the same rescuers, but the fates of the people in the photos are completely different.

Hearing the pitiful cries in the photo, Xiao Jia was stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected Han Fei to make such a choice.

With each pierce of a photograph, the already thin black mist on the hanged ghost's body would dissipate a little more, and he would become increasingly frenzied, attacking Han Fei with all his might.

Han Fei, focused on destroying the photos, had little chance to dodge, but just then, his blood-stained phone rang. Xiao You's mother, covered in blood, was wrestling with the hanged ghost.

Seizing the moment, after destroying all the photos, Han Fei picked up the stinking school uniform from the black water and stabbed it into the heart of the uniform.

Black blood oozed from the stinking school uniform, and the same wound appeared on the hanged ghost's body.

His face showed some pain, and his obsession was aroused, so he began to desperately hurt the people around him.

"No one helped him. During his student days, the hopeful and aspiring young man may have already died, leaving only a walking corpse."

The school uniform was ripped apart, and black blood seeped into the sharp knife called "Companionship." As the hanged ghost dissipated, another name appeared on Han Fei's heart.

"What a strange feeling. My body seems to have recovered a bit. Is this the power of companionship?"

The lingering black mist of resentment in the room was swallowed by Xiao You's mother. She seemed unwilling to face Xiao You in this state, and after absorbing it, she immediately returned to the blood-stained phone.

"mom!"

No matter how much Xiaoyou called out, her mother did not come out again.

The ghost of the hanged man vanished, and Xiao You, now free from danger, dared to cry out. She sat on the ground, holding her mother's phone, repeatedly calling her, but no one answered.

Perhaps only when Xiao You is in danger again will her mother come out of the phone.

"Your mother doesn't want you to see her in a scary way. She wants to keep her most beautiful side in your heart." Han Fei gently comforted Xiao You. "You should also try to understand her. Girls love beauty. Your mother used to be a princess. It wasn't until you were born that she left the palace, picked up a weapon, put on armor, and protected you, becoming your hero."

Many fairy tales are fictional, especially in such a terrifying world, but Han Fei is still willing to tell others that there are beautiful things in this world.

After Xiao You calmed down a bit, the three of them fell into a new predicament.

Han Fei and Xiao Jia were brought here by Xiao You's mother, but she didn't seem to know how to get rid of them.

"In the taxi, after killing the boy's body, everything returned to normal, and the frozen time started moving again..." Xiao Jia felt the temperature around him getting lower and lower, and the situation seemed to be getting worse.

“Happiness Community is a place where the worlds of ghosts and humans overlap, and it probably won’t be easy for us to leave.” Han Fei really wanted to go back to the fourth floor, but he was too scared. “There’s always a way out. At least this room is safe for now. Let’s start from here and explore the next building.”

"Are you sure?" Xiao Jia asked with some concern.

“I have a knife that can hurt ghosts, and I’ve also discovered that I seem to be able to access ghosts’ memories. With Xiao You’s mother’s help, we should be fine.” Han Fei helped Xiao You up and led his two teammates away from the seventh floor: “Let’s go upstairs first to make sure there’s no danger up there, and then explore down floor by floor. This way we can avoid being attacked from both sides.”

The three of them had just reached the area between the seventh and eighth floors when they heard the sound of a bell ringing.

"It sounds like it's coming from the ninth floor?"

"Isn't the ninth floor where they sell counterfeit goods?" Han Fei remembered that he wanted to go to the ninth floor to look for the paper figure that morning, but he was forced to leave because the police suddenly arrived. "Let's go take a look. Maybe the remains of the paper figure are there!"

Moving upwards along the wall, scattered paper money appeared in the stairwell. What was even stranger was that each piece of paper money had a name written on it, as if it were money earned by risking one's life.

"This place is no place for the living." Xiao Jia followed behind Han Fei and glanced at the ninth floor.

The place was the same as when I came during the day; the doors of the houses were wide open, and paper figures were placed at the doorways.

The paper figures all had round, full faces, wore bright new clothes, and had lifelike expressions, as if they would turn their heads and smile at any moment.

"Calm down."

Han Fei carefully observed the paper figure, and he felt more and more that he had come to the right place.

With his palm pressed against his chest, Han Fei quietly removed the eyes from the blood-red paper figure, sensing the connection between the paper figure's eyeballs and its mangled body.

"Part of the blood-red paper figure's body is in this room." Han Fei slowly stepped forward: "The old lady said her husband was a paper craftsman. Could the paper figure I'm looking for be one made by her husband?"

"That old lady was quite kind and seemed easy to talk to." Xiao Jia recalled what had happened that morning: "I hope nothing goes wrong this time."

"You two wait a moment." Xiao You grabbed Han Fei's arm: "You'd better not touch the white goods on the ninth floor, and don't believe anything that crazy old lady says."

"A crazy old lady?" Xiao Jia and Han Fei both stopped in their tracks.

“Yes! My landlord warned me as soon as I moved in not to go upstairs casually, and especially to be careful not to talk to the old lady on the ninth floor.” Xiao You lowered her voice: “The old lady’s husband died a long time ago, but she says that her husband is still alive. Every night she sits in the hallway making paper figures, and during the day she says that those white things were made by her husband.”

"The paper-making craftswoman is the old lady herself? Her husband died a long time ago?" This sudden change made Xiao Jia very uneasy. He had previously thought that the old lady was the most normal resident in the building.

“Perhaps the old lady’s husband’s ghost is still lingering in the house after his death, and he comes out every night to make paper figures to send off the departed soul.” Han Fei wasn’t surprised at all; his calmness astonished even Xiao You. “No matter what, I have to go and see. I need to find that red paper figure!”

After hiding his companion, Han Fei went up to the ninth floor.

The soul bell hanging on the door rang, and Han Fei stood among the paper figures of the boy and girl, looking into the room.

Compared to the daytime, the room became incredibly eerie at night, and the paper figures looked like sleeping children who could wake up at any moment.

(End of this chapter)