My Healing Games

Chapter 673 The Main Account Returns
Eyes filled with curses, lips that had tasted despair, and a face with deadly allure pressed against Han Fei's.

She was covered in wounds and had abandoned her soul. At this moment, she stepped out of the curse, held Han Fei's head in her hands, and looked down at the face that did not remember her at all.

"I may be beyond cure, and I may be gone in the blink of an eye, so please, when you see me, never let go of my hand. Hold me tight, just like I do."

Thousands of curses surged on her wounds. Ninety-nine deaths and ninety-nine memories had turned Xu Qin into what she was now, but there was not a trace of regret or sadness in her words.

She trusted Han Fei completely and placed all her final bets on him without hesitation.

"Yes, just like this, hold me tight!"

Bending down, the woman who had been cursed filled Han Fei's eyes, imprinting herself on his mind.

The black curtain of memories shattered by the summoning power began to change. Han Fei exerted force with both arms and uttered the final step of marrying a ghost.

"Return to the soul!"

Thousands of different curses flowed along the red string at the fingertips into the paper figure's body. The tattered paper figure opened its eyes, reflecting the endless night, the boundless lonely city, and Han Fei beside it.

The paper figure couldn't speak, but its expression was incredibly lifelike, perfectly in tune with Han Fei's thoughts, as if she had entered the paper figure's body.

The despair and gloom of the ancestral home were infused into the paper figure's body, and a faint hatred pulsed in its heart. It was tethered to a red string and leaned against Han Fei.

The instant the soul returned, Han Fei's eyes narrowed slightly; he saw the woman's ninety-nine deaths.

Each gruesome death felt like a knife piercing his heart, stirring up a storm in his calm mind and violently assaulting the black curtain that sealed his memories, causing the cracks on that barrier to widen continuously!
His body trembled uncontrollably, cracks rapidly appeared on the black curtain of his memory, and his own voice echoed deep within his mind.

"So I've already stopped you ninety-nine times..."

What can I do to keep you here?

"Will it offer you hope and comfort? Or will it push you away from the very beginning? Or will it destroy this city, leaving the sunset in despair, the moonlight weeping, and a hundred ghosts roaming the night!"

The incantations on his body had disappeared, and Han Fei slowly raised his lowered head, his eyes showing a clear change compared to before.

Wearing a black suit and a white smiling mask, Han Fei hugged the blood-red paper figure beside him tightly.

"Everything is arranged in the script, and the actors should act according to the script."

A cruel smile appeared on the face beneath the mask, and his eyes, which had been free of confusion for some time, were now clear.

"I still can't remember my past, but I remember you, and that's enough for me."

Walking downstairs, stepping over the ashes of the white wax, I returned from the underworld to reality, and the clock began to tick again.

As Han Fei left, the building, imbued with Xu Qin's resentful memories, vanished into the city.

She entrusted her last obsession to Han Fei, sending it into the paper figure; now she had nothing left.

A cold wind blew through Han Fei's hair. Behind him was no longer a haunted house, but a rugged night road.

"Attention player number 0000! You have reached stage six!" The cold voice in my mind quickly disappeared, replaced by Xiao Jia's shouts in the distance.

"Han Fei! Did you successfully marry the ghost?"

Xiao Jia and Xiao You both ran over, and Han Fei simply nodded.

"You seem different from before." The phone hanging around Xiao You's neck vibrated slightly; her mother was frightened.

"It must be your imagination. Get in the car, we still have a lot to do tonight." Han Fei looked towards the distant residential area, staring at a certain apartment building and looking out a certain window, staring at it without restraint.

Aren't you going home yet?

"Home? Where is your home?" Han Fei got into the taxi and closed the door.

“We just added another five points, so we have a total of thirty-five points now. Did you take care of a vengeful spirit in that residence?” Li Guo’er started the car. She noticed that Han Fei was indeed different from before he left. It was as if people who were once close to each other had suddenly drifted away, leaving behind less warmth and more danger.

“The ghost marriage just now attracted other things, and she was later killed by the paper figures.” Han Fei knocked on the car window, and faces appeared on the roof of the car. He pressed his hand on the faces of the dead: “Let’s bury the bodies of the dead first, and then go to the police station.”

"Police station?" Li Guo'er turned her head in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"Let's go and give F a big gift."

"You want to frame F for the taxi passenger's death?" Li Guo'er was smart; she immediately understood. "Wouldn't that be too dangerous? We might also be exposed."

"How can we gain points before we catch ghosts?" Han Fei looked ahead: "F has killed more than one person. The black knife in his hand that exudes murderous intent is the best proof. He can't withstand investigation."

Li Guo'er stopped arguing, and Xiao Jia and Xiao You in the back seat didn't dare to speak. Since they met Han Fei, this seemed to be the first time they had felt Han Fei's anger.

It was a calm anger that instilled fear in people from afar.

As the taxi drove through the night, Han Fei discovered some of the deceased's belongings and body fragments that the driver had hidden. He then went to the Perfect Life B&B and retrieved items related to the B&B.

"It's a pity about this place. Only the owner of this guesthouse in the whole city wants to unite all the game participants and get everyone to cooperate to pass the game." Li Guo'er knew very well that once the police started investigating, regardless of whether F was affected or not, this guesthouse would definitely have to close down.

"A perfect life?" Han Fei sat in the car looking at the sign of the guesthouse: "If they keep trying to stop me, then I will be the one who destroys 'A Perfect Life'."

Li Guo'er always felt that Han Fei's words had a hidden meaning, as if the perfect life Han Fei spoke of did not refer to the guesthouse in front of them.

"Drive to the police station."

The wanted criminal went to the police station late at night, and Han Fei gave the police the gift he had made. He did this with ease, as if it were a role he often played.

However, the other people in the car didn't have his composure; they were terrified and on edge.

After Han Fei returned to the car, Li Guo'er started the car without saying a word and sped off.

"Don't drive recklessly. We're going to the starting station of bus route 1 now." Han Fei leaned back in his seat. Because he was wearing a white smiley face mask, no one else in the bus knew what expression was on his face.

"Why go there?"

“Do you remember that bus that went to the amusement park before? The Laughing Soul wanted to sneak into the amusement park on that bus. We need to find the Laughing Soul.” Han Fei toyed with his companion, the sharp knife dancing between his fingers: “There are too many people playing chess in this city. We need to clean some out.”

"You're planning to cooperate with that madman?" Xiao Jia shook his head repeatedly: "I saw it very clearly that day. A perfectly normal person suddenly started laughing hysterically, and then an arm just stretched out of his body. That laughing person died on the spot! If you want to cooperate with a madman, be careful you don't end up like him!"

"I'm not cooperating with him. We'll kill everyone, and then find a way to kill each other." Han Fei tapped his fingers on the car window, the rhythm monotonous and simple, like a knife slicing down and a head rolling to the ground.

The taxi drove through the night and arrived at the starting station of bus route 1, where Han Fei and his group blocked the bus heading to the amusement park.

"We don't know how many times this bus runs each night, and we can't be sure if the person you're looking for is here."

"It's alright, just follow it and kill all the malevolent ghosts." Han Fei looked at the bus stop outside the window. If the bus was full of ghosts, it would be dangerous for anyone to get on. So the best way was to get rid of them before the passengers boarded.

The taxi can follow behind the bus. After killing the ghost on the platform, it can continue to the next platform. If the Laughing Man wants to blend in with the passengers to get on the bus, then the two sides will definitely meet.

If the Laughing One had already attached himself to the staff member inside the car, he would have gotten out to check if he saw so many abnormalities, just like when the Laughing One took action after the boy's corpse slaughtered too many people last time.

Time passed by, and it was already past midnight.

After clearing out two stations, Han Fei saw a student at the third stop of bus route 1, or rather, an adult in a school uniform.

The man was in his twenties, pale-faced, wearing glasses, and carrying a very old backpack.

He didn't dare to be with the other passengers, standing alone in the corner of the bus stop, not caring if others cut in line; he seemed to be used to being the last one.

"Stop the car." After greeting Li Guo'er, Han Fei got out of the car and walked to the platform.

Upon seeing Han Fei, the adult in the school uniform stepped back, allowing Han Fei to cut in line.

"Don't you mind me standing in front of you?" Han Fei turned around and stared at the man, whose gaze darted away. "This position should have been yours."

"Someone has to be last, right?" The man hesitated for a long time before finally saying his first words. He scratched his hair, which hadn't been washed for days, and said haltingly.

"How did you become like this? Can you tell me what happened to you?" Han Fei still doesn't understand what the prerequisites are for the person the maniac laughs to attach to. It seems that the more vulnerable a person is, the easier it is for the maniac laughs to tear through their psychological defenses and transform them into a monster.

"Nothing has happened to me, and no one has ever bullied me. I've just been living my life peacefully, without stealing, robbing, or fighting..." The man seemed to have not spoken so much in a long time, and he was slightly out of breath.

"Then you are still a gentle person."

“Gentleness?” The man smiled awkwardly, a bitter and unpleasant smile: “When inferiority overflows, it becomes what people see as gentleness, because I have nothing else besides these.”

“This is a false kind of gentleness. You treat everyone around you kindly, but you are harsh on yourself. Don’t you think that’s very unfair to you?” Han Fei took a step forward: “You’re already so old, yet you’re still wearing your school uniform, living in the past and staying in the same place.”

"Stop talking, stop talking..." The man in the school uniform tried to walk forward, but Han Fei blocked his way: "The car is about to leave, if you don't get on the car now, you won't get to the amusement park."

Why do you want to go to the amusement park? Because you're still a child?

"Let me through." The man in the school uniform stepped forward, and Han Fei followed suit, not giving an inch.

The man in the school uniform couldn't dodge in time and fell to the ground.

“I have my own car. After you answer my questions, I can drive you there.”

"No need." The man got up from the ground, looking at the bus that had already started moving, his expression becoming increasingly anxious: "Let me on, make way, make way!"

His speech quickened, and his facial expression slowly changed. His tense lips, which had never seemed to smile before, lifted slightly. Emotions that had been building up inside him for a long time seemed to be about to erupt completely under the guidance of some force.

"Please, let me get on the bus, I need to go to the amusement park." The man picked up his backpack, but it seemed he hadn't held it properly, and a bunch of blood-stained clothes and a knife wrapped inside fell out. He hurriedly picked them up and tried to put them back into the backpack, but the zipper seemed to break at that moment and he couldn't zip it up no matter what he did.

"That's not it. I've always been obedient. I've always listened to my mom and dad since I was little, never caused trouble, and always apologized and admitted my mistakes. This time it wasn't my fault either. I didn't kill them. These things aren't mine; someone put them in my bag." The man's body was that of an adult, but his mind seemed to be trapped in a certain stage, one he had never been able to escape.

"Listen to me, I didn't kill my dad and mom. You can ask the neighbors. I've always been the most obedient kid in the neighborhood! I've never done anything out of line! Believe me, promise me you won't tell anyone, okay?"

Clutching a broken schoolbag, the man in his school uniform stood in stark contrast to the blood-stained clothes inside. He kept repeating those words, but the eerie smile on his lips grew ever more pronounced.

After that mental string snapped, countless negative emotions that had been building up inside him suddenly erupted!

His mouth split open, his eyes bulged out, revealing an extremely exaggerated smile.

"No one will believe I would kill them, not even they themselves! I've always been the most obedient child, but why is it that the most obedient child gets bullied the most?"

A piercing laugh rang out, and Han Fei witnessed the other party's emotional breakdown, completely dominated by the maniacal laughter.

He still doesn't know exactly what the Mad Laugh is or what kind of power it possesses, but he has at least figured out a few conditions that need to be met for the Mad Laugh to control a person.

The bigger a person's psychological vulnerabilities and the more negative emotions they accumulate, the more easily they are influenced by maniacal laughter and become its puppet.

"If that's all he's capable of, then he doesn't pose much of a threat to me."

Han Fei offered his companionship, silently staring at the man laughing wildly: "A meddlesome old man told me that there are five types of people to be wary of in this city, and you are one of them. The reason I came to find you is simple: are you interested in helping me drive the other four types of people out of this city?"

(End of this chapter)