My Healing Games

Chapter 670 Tying the Red String

Li Guo'er almost let go of the steering wheel; she wondered if there was something wrong with her ears.

Xiao Jia and Xiao You in the back seat also opened their eyes wide, and the car instantly became quiet.

It wasn't unreasonable for Han Fei to want to find a burial site, but what surprised everyone was his reason for doing so.

Gripping the steering wheel again, Li Guo'er slowed down after confirming that they were on the way home: "Let me catch my breath. Right now, we're both wanted by the police, being hunted by enemies, and being chased by ghosts. Are you sure you want to get married in such a harsh environment? And have the wedding in a haunted house? And if I may ask one more question, who is your bride?"

Faced with Li Guo'er's relentless questioning, Han Fei lowered his head, his gaze somewhat complicated: "I don't remember."

"You don't even know who the bride is, and you're going to marry her?" Li Guo'er was shocked. If she weren't driving, she would have grabbed Han Fei by the collar and shaken him awake. "It's true that freedom of marriage is advocated now, but you can't go to a ghost house and marry a strange ghost!"

“Yeah, when I call her ‘sister-in-law,’ I’ll probably have nightmares for half the night.” Xiao Jia also felt that Han Fei was getting more and more outrageous: “Brother, don’t think that just because someone else successfully married a ghost, you should try it yourself. What if you end up with a hundred-year-old woman? We can be live-in sons-in-law, but we can’t make ourselves suffer too much.”

Xiao You was too scared to speak anymore; she just held onto her mother's phone and seemed to want to get off the bus.

"Don't worry, I only do things when I'm absolutely sure of what I'm doing." Han Fei didn't look up, carefully flipping through the script. Soon, he found a story in the middle of the script.

"The fifty-first story - the ancestral home: a brother and sister live in the old house left by their parents. The sister goes to work during the day and the brother goes to work at night, but one day, the brother never comes out again, and the sister goes crazy."

"Some say it was because the younger brother fell in love with the older sister, and the older sister accidentally killed him; some say the park wanted to take that land, so the younger brother sold the ancestral home, keeping the older sister in the dark; others say the older sister inherited her father's medical talent and worked for a pharmaceutical company. Because she discovered a drug that could develop the brain, she was threatened by people from a rival company, who killed her younger brother and injected her with a drug that drove her insane."

"Regardless of the reason, the ending of the story remains unchanged. Since the crazy sister disappeared, the ancestral house near the amusement park has been abandoned. Passersby can occasionally hear the sound of chopping meat coming from inside the house."

"All of the above are just legends. When I went to investigate in person, I discovered something even stranger."

"I searched the entire area around the park during the day but couldn't find the ancestral home from the ghost stories. But as night fell, the eerie building appeared on its own."

The script doesn't specify the exact location of the ancestral home, only that it was built near the amusement park.

"Have you heard anyone mention an old house near the amusement park that only appears at night?" While the others in the car were still talking about the wedding, Han Fei had already roughly determined the location for the ceremony.

"It's best not to go to the amusement park at night. Whether it's the park staff or the wandering evil spirits, they all pose a great threat to us." Li Guo'er focused on driving: "This is the consensus among the game participants."

“But that ancestral home only appears at night. I’ve looked through all the scripts, and it seems like that’s the most suitable place to marry a ghost.” Han Fei looked at the blood-red paper figure on his lap. There seemed to be some kind of connection between him and the paper figure. It seemed that the paper figure also wanted to go to that place: “Maybe I can find some of the paper figure’s remains there and piece it back together.”

“I’ve heard of the ghost stories you mentioned before. Apparently, some game participants explored them, but afterwards, it was as if they were cursed, and every single one of them died a horrible death.” Li Guo’er seemed worried that Han Fei might misunderstand, so she added, “I’m not trying to scare you, but all the buildings that only appear at night are dangerous. They’re probably inhabited by evil spirits.”

"Han Fei, why don't we discuss this further? Everyone's exhausted today, let's go back and rest for a bit." Xiao Jia realized the huge gap between himself and Han Fei, an ordinary person. Normal people would stay as far away as possible from seeing someone marry a ghost, but Han Fei, seeing someone marry a ghost, was just jealous and wanted to try it himself.

"We're still 70 points away from a perfect score, and we can't afford to waste our limited time sleeping." Han Fei knew very well that most ghosts only appeared at night, and if they wanted to get a perfect score faster than F, they had to make good use of the nighttime hours.

“Alright, let’s go check out the area near the amusement park.” Li Guo’er turned the car around: “We have a vehicle that can travel at night, which is much better than the other game participants. At least if we can’t win, we still have a chance to escape.”

In just a few days, Li Guo'er had come to trust Han Fei completely. She respected his decisions and listened to his advice, always trying to accommodate his requests as long as they weren't too unreasonable.

Sometimes she didn't know why she did it. Maybe it was because she was wanted by the police and couldn't trust anyone. Then Han Fei suddenly appeared and was willing to support her and move forward together.

The taxi sped through the darkness, passing by a series of eerie buildings.

The closer they got to the amusement park, the more abstract and bizarre the surrounding buildings became, as if they had entered a nightmare from reality.

The atmosphere outside the car became eerie, but no one inside wanted to escape; this hastily assembled team was more "solid" than expected.

As night deepened, a light mist appeared all around.

Han Fei sat silently in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the night view outside the car window.

The taxi drove past the neighborhood where he first lived, circled the residential buildings, and arrived at the back of the neighborhood.

"here……"

"what happened?"

"When I woke up in the hospital, I was brought here by someone who claimed to be my mother. I even stayed here for one night and almost died in there." Han Fei sat in the car, looking at the tall buildings in the distance. A light was still on in a certain room of a certain apartment, as if someone had been standing there all along.

"Were your adoptive parents trying to kill you?" Xiao Jia asked curiously.

"No, it's the room they're staying in that's haunted." Han Fei shook his head: "To be precise, there are a lot of ghosts hiding in that neighborhood."

"Should we bring your adoptive parents out too?" Xiao Jia meant well, but after he finished speaking, he noticed that Han Fei's expression was strange: "Did I say something wrong?"

“My adoptive father is a fairly good forensic doctor in this city. I don’t know what my mother does. The two of them have disposed of at least five corpses behind my back. Now I’m not sure if I killed those corpses, if they were helping me dispose of them, or if they killed them and want to pin it on me.” After Han Fei finished speaking, Xiao Jia broke out in a cold sweat. What kind of family background is this?
"Never mind what I said." Han Fei's current achievements are inseparable from his family's upbringing and the influence of his living environment. Xiao Jia even thought of the story of Mencius' mother moving three times.

“This whole area is a development zone, mostly old houses. The ancestral home we’re looking for has been here before.” Li Guo’er’s tone changed: “But I have some bad news for you. From the roof of your apartment building, you can look down on this area, and your family might see us.”

"It's okay, we'll just try to be as quick as possible."

After communicating with Han Fei, Li Guo'er drove her car onto a side road. On both sides of the road were three- or four-story low buildings that looked very dilapidated.

"When the city was going to demolish buildings, these people added extra floors to their homes in order to get more compensation, resulting in a large number of dangerous buildings and many bad things happening."

Li Guo'er drove around for a long time among a large area of ​​low old buildings. When she turned into a side road, the electronic clock in the car suddenly stopped!

"The road... is gone?"

At the end of the bumpy, broken road, a three-story, gray-brown building appeared. The first and second floors of the building were in the style of decades ago, while the third floor seemed to be an addition.

This building connects with the buildings on both sides, forming a dead end.

"Is this the ancestral home from the ghost stories? It's not quite what I imagined." Xiao Jia gripped his backpack tightly, a little nervous.

"Get ready to get out of the car." Han Fei didn't waste any words. After the taxi came to a stop, he immediately grabbed the door. He looked like a criminal police officer who had just arrived at the scene, and his eyes changed.

"Li Guo'er stays in the car, the rest of you follow me closely." Han Fei gave everyone a hand signal, then opened the car door, picked up the paper figure, and walked towards the building that was built at the end of the dead end.

"It always feels like we're the kind of people who refuse to take the path to heaven when there's one, but insist on venturing into hell when there's no way out," Xiao Jia muttered to himself as he carried his bag.

Han Fei kicked open the door and stepped forward, knife in hand. The building had been uninhabited for a long time, with thick dust covering the floor and furniture. Strangely, there was no unpleasant smell inside; instead, there was a faint fragrance.

"Can you smell the aroma of meat?" Han Fei stood in the living room on the first floor, holding a bag. Dressed in a black suit, he exuded a cold and dangerous aura.

"There's a nice smell, like someone's cooking in the kitchen." Xiao Jia shrank his neck. "Han Fei, you're so knowledgeable, do you think this smell might be the aroma of meat?"

"After midnight, all the ghosts will be stronger. Don't waste time. Let's check the old house first, and then complete the ritual as soon as possible." Less than a minute after entering the building, Han Fei already had a very bad feeling.

The yin energy was so heavy that dark water droplets condensed on the skin, all the furniture and decorations were flesh-colored, and many things were rotting and decaying, but the only smell in the air was the aroma of meat.

"Han Fei! Look here!" Xiao You pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor, where a wooden sign was covered with all sorts of words related to death, which was very eerie: "I wanted to go over there, but my mother stopped me. She was very uneasy."

After staring at the wooden sign for a while, Han Fei and the paper figure in his arms blinked simultaneously: "The character for 'death' looks so familiar. Why does this place feel like home?"

"Familiar? I can't even imagine what you went through in your childhood?" Xiao Jia shook his head: "You'd better be careful. Didn't Li Guo say that many people who entered the room were cursed? Maybe there really is a terrible curse hidden in this old house! It's shown in those horror movies, if you don't listen..."

Before Xiao Jia could finish speaking, Han Fei had already put the wooden plank aside and dragged him upstairs.

"The props needed for marrying a ghost are all in the bag. Come up with me."

"Next time, could you please tell me first before you pull me?"

"Then let's do it next time."

Han Fei climbed the wooden stairs, but stopped halfway up.

"Did you find anything?" Xiao Jia asked cautiously, hiding behind Han Fei.

"Listen carefully."

Neither of them moved, but a series of "thump" sounds came from inside the house, as if someone was chopping meat in the kitchen upstairs.

"Occasionally, passersby would hear the sound of chopping meat coming from the old house." Han Fei still remembered the description in the script.

"Do you think it's possible that the younger brother wanted to sell the ancestral home, the older sister wouldn't allow it, and during their argument, the older sister accidentally killed the younger brother?"

"So that's how you get that meaty aroma?"

"Don't make it sound so creepy!" Xiao Jia tucked Han Fei's ugly cat into his arms. In this cold and gloomy ancestral home, only the ugly cat could bring him a little warmth.

Upon arriving on the second floor, Han Fei discovered that it had been set up as a mourning hall, with the offering table filled with various rotten meats and fruits, but no one could be seen being mourned.

There were no photos, no words, only a woman's handbag on the altar.

Han Fei reached out and opened the bag, which was filled with thick stacks of photos of all kinds of women.

Those women must have been beautiful, but sadly the photos show them at the moment of their death.

The hope in their eyes had long since vanished, leaving only despair and curses.

"Is this altar used to commemorate those women?" Just looking at the photos sent chills down Xiao Jia's spine. "There must be more than one person who died here! Han Fei, should we go back first?"

"Now that you're leaving, are you going to let me go to your house to hold a ghost-marrying ceremony?" Han Fei glanced at Xiao Jia.

"Well, if that's the case, then I feel the feng shui here is actually quite good."

"Go and get those white candles from the table. We need them to guide the soul into the house." Han Fei knew all the steps of marrying off a ghost by heart. He looked down at the photos, but he didn't recognize any of the deceased. None of the women were the ones he was looking for. "Won't this attract other things?"

The aroma of meat in the air seemed to have intensified. Han Fei didn't dare to waste any time, so he took out the yellow paper with the steps for marrying a ghost written on it from his backpack.

“I remember when the puppet was married off to the ghost, it was tied up with a red thread. We have neither a puppet nor a red thread, so why don’t we try again on a different auspicious day?” Xiao Jia wanted to try again, but he felt that Han Fei was really too crazy.

"It's alright, I brought my own." Han Fei took the red thread from the puppet and tied it to the blood-red paper figure's body, then wrapped the other end around his own finger.

(End of this chapter)