My Healing Games

Chapter 686 His nightmare was comparable to a natural disaster
Han Fei stood in room 444 of building number four in the Paradise Family Compound. His gaze slowly shifted away from Yan Le, and he entered the inner room alone to begin examining this strange room.

"Don't wander around!" the middle-aged man kindly reminded him, but Han Fei had already entered the bedroom.

Walking into a room filled with cursed words, one feels extremely oppressed and terrified. The words are like distorted human faces constantly squeezing into one's eyes.

"The fourth floor has the connotation of death, and it seems to be a death building. I feel like I have memories of this place in my mind, but I can't remember them at all."

Scanning the horrifying curses on the wall, Han Fei followed the bloody handprints forward and discovered something in the bedroom.

A folding bed sits on the floor covered with vicious curses, chains hanging from its legs, seemingly used to secure the person on the bed.

Han Fei also found a cardboard box under the bed, which was filled with videotapes.

Picking up a plate at random, Han Fei frowned after seeing the text on the cover.

The videotape in this box recorded the last moments of a person's life, capturing their final despair and freezing the moment of their death; it is a true death video.

The projector is located on the other side of the bed, and judging from its placement, the image being projected is perfectly visible to the person in bed.

"Do people who are confined to their beds have to watch such despairing death videos every night?"

To verify his hypothesis, Han Fei put the videotape into the projector.

The indicator light came on, and a strange sound came from the projector, like many insects crawling between the bones.

"Stop! Dreams can interfere with reality through video recordings, dragging us into nightmares." The middle-aged man outside struggled to come over, trying to stop Han Fei.

"You all get out. I'll stay here alone. If I get caught up in a nightmare, just open the door and run away. Don't worry about me." Watching a death video in such a bizarre room was one thing, but Han Fei insisted on watching it alone, refusing to let anyone else in. The middle-aged man didn't know whether to admire Han Fei's courage or call him ignorant and fearless.

Sitting on his single bed, Han Fei stared at the screen, savoring the despair.

At the beginning of each video, a colorful butterfly flies in from afar, its patterns dazzling and beautiful, as if it embodies all the beauty in the night.

The butterfly appeared very suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly. After it disappeared, the video resumed playing normally.

The first victim was Yan Le's neighbor, a child from a single-parent family who was disliked by his parents. Both parents treated him as a burden, and gradually, he also thought that his existence was a mistake. With the help of Butterfly and Yan Le's mother, the child ended his life hastily.

Yan Le never appears in the video, but upon closer examination, she is very likely the one who filmed and recorded these cruel and insane scenes.

Nine victims died, and many others are on the verge of mental collapse. Each of them lives in a despair of their own making, like lost children at a crossroads, bewildered, afraid, and helpless.

The emotions of those people affected the viewers through the videotape, but Han Fei remained expressionless, simply watching silently.

He didn't know why he wasn't reacting; perhaps it was because he had seen something even more desperate somewhere.

Han Fei watched the videotapes one by one, fast forwarding and speeding up the playback, and he also discovered something very strange.

Each time the videotape is played, the butterfly at the beginning of the film flies forward a little.

By the time he saw the last videotape, the butterfly was almost landing on the screen.

"I really want to slap it to death." Han Fei continued watching. The protagonist of the last videotape was the owner of the videotape rental shop. He had accidentally seen Yan Le's filming and felt a sense of resonance.

One night, he lay in bed just like Han Fei was at that moment, watching it repeatedly.

In the middle of the night, close to midnight, he finally saw the last recording.

He was now completely dominated by some emotion, and the expression on his face grew increasingly terrifying. He thought about many things in his life, then took a kitchen knife from the kitchen and knocked on his neighbor's door.

The final scene shows the owner and his neighbor lying in pools of blood. The neighbor's expression is one of fear and pain, while the owner shows a strange sense of relief and satisfaction as he dies.

Just as he died, a colorful butterfly flew out of the boss's mind, fluttering its wings and approaching the screen.

It flew closer and closer, until it seemed to fly out of the screen.

Han Fei stared warily at the butterfly, and when he came to his senses, the colorful butterfly appeared in his mind.

In the empty mind, there was only a black curtain sealing memories. The butterfly tried its best to scatter the dust of despairing dreams, but failed to weave any dreams. Unwilling to fail like this, it simply attached itself to the largest gap in that black curtain, wanting to dig out Han Fei's beautiful memories and then destroy them all.

“Only by knowing the past can one weave the nightmares that one most resists. I can understand it.” Han Fei lay on the bed holding the blood-red paper figure. A normal person would definitely feel scared at this moment, after all, something extremely terrifying had flown into his mind. Nine people had already committed suicide because of it, but Han Fei was very calm, as if this was something he had planned in advance.

Han Fei himself didn't understand where his confidence came from; it felt as if he had practiced it before.

To squeeze into the crack, the colorful butterfly didn't hesitate to stain its vibrant wings with blood, determined to drag Han Fei into the most terrifying nightmare.

The blood-red paper figure opened its eyes, but Han Fei shook his head. He didn't even let the paper figure stop the butterfly.

“I can foresee death, but this broken little butterfly didn’t evoke any fear in me.” Han Fei shifted to a more comfortable position. “Judging from the bewildered look on the butterfly’s face after it entered my mind, the person who erased my memories probably wasn’t a dream. If I really did complete the game before, then the one who erased my memories was likely another administrator, the enemy of the dream.”

The brain is the core of a person, the home of consciousness and soul, yet Han Fei allowed the other party to enter.

He was using the attack of one enemy to break the shackles left by another.

"I think I'm getting sleepy." A rustling sound came from his mind, as if fine sand was slipping down his ear. Han Fei tied the paper figure to himself with a red rope, bit his tongue lightly, and used his willpower to fight off the sleepiness.

A colorful butterfly burrows into the darkness, and it can stir up the deepest despair and evil within a person.

After a moment of silence, the cracks in the black curtain widened again, and suffocating despair seeped out from it.

If other people's despair is a completely sealed dark room, then Han Fei's despair is like a boundless deep sea!
He doesn't lock himself in darkness; he wants to drown everything!
The once colorful butterfly fled through the crack as if trying to escape, its beautiful wings torn apart, and fragments of Han Fei's memory, like sharp shards of glass, pierced deep into its body.

The butterfly swayed precariously, and sharp fragments of memory were brought out from the cracks. Han Fei also saw some memories related to the butterfly.

He killed butterflies before!
The fragments piercing the butterfly's body were all memories related to the butterfly; Han Fei witnessed the butterfly's final moments of death.

Deep in his mind was a blood-red orphanage, where he laughed wildly as he reached out and crushed a butterfly.

This bloody memory triggered a chain reaction. The entire black curtain that sealed the memory was covered with blood streaks, and as the cracks widened again, the despair and fear in Han Fei's memory also surged out along the cracks.

The colorful butterfly wanted to weave a nightmare with Han Fei's despair and pain, but it did not expect that Han Fei's despair and pain far exceeded its expectations. Caught off guard, the nightmare went out of control.

The colorful butterfly ultimately couldn't escape Han Fei's mind; it was torn apart by despair and became part of his nightmare.

The despair and pain in Han Fei's mind were like a flood that had breached a dam. All sorts of terrifying hallucinations and images began to appear around him, including a giant tree made of countless human hands; a male teacher with no eyes and three mouths on his face; and a faint singing voice, etc.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully reached stage eight!"

The colorful butterfly was like a spark falling into a powder keg, weaving a nightmare that would engulf it.

Lying in bed, a drop of blood trickled from the corner of Han Fei's eye. The veins on his temples bulged, and his will was repeatedly battered by fear.

He now knows just how much pain his "brain" had just endured; fighting off nightmares is no easy feat.

However, he was a little better off than his "brain" because his nightmares had spiraled out of control. At this moment, not only could he see those terrifying scenes, but everyone around him was affected. Because the butterfly had died directly in the dream, his nightmares were spreading outwards.

"I never thought that the villain I hate and despise the most could actually activate my memories." Han Fei looked towards the living room. "Brain" drew the maze pattern that had not yet disappeared from his body onto Yan Le's abdomen. The thing that had crawled into Yan Le's stomach was now under the maze tattoo.

After the colorful butterfly in the videotape died, a scream came from Yan Le's stomach, and the maze tattoo began to spread rapidly.

"It's already 11:30 p.m., why hasn't Yan Le's mother shown up yet?" Li Guo'er, who was guarding the door, gradually lost her patience and kept checking the time.

"I'm not quite sure either." The middle-aged man sat in the corner, the blood in his eyes had dried up, and two shocking bloodstains remained on his cheeks.

“Yan Le’s mother loves her so much. If we put a knife to Yan Le’s neck or do something to hurt her, we might be able to force her mother to show herself.” Li Guo’er wasn’t just offering a suggestion; she had actually drawn her knife. “This room is too eerie. Let’s summon Yan Le’s mother as soon as possible and then leave.”

“If you do that, Yan Le’s mother will see you as a threat, and she will be even less likely to cooperate with you or tell you what happened in the past.” The middle-aged man knew his wife’s personality very well, and he said weakly.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Li Guo'er was under a lot of pressure, protecting her two children.

"The resentment will fully erupt at midnight, and her mother should also appear." The middle-aged man had barely finished speaking when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. All the cursed characters in the room began to move, and an extremely unsettling aura quietly emerged: "Has my wife become this terrifying?"

"Cough cough." Han Fei coughed as he walked out of the inner room. He wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes and stared at the former "brain": "There is a colorful butterfly hidden in the videotape of your daughter and wife's deaths."

“That’s one of the manifestations of ‘dream’ when it kills; it takes that form when it enters a dream.” The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei and said in surprise, “Why are your eyes bleeding too?”

"I have good news and bad news to tell you." Han Fei held up one finger: "The good news is that one of the incarnations of dreams died in my mind, crushed by the nightmares it wove itself."

"Impossible. Dreams are never killed. No one can possess the memory of its death, much less the despair to shake its will." The middle-aged man shook his head. "Alright, tell me the bad news."

"The bad news is that after it died, the nightmares in my mind went completely out of control. All the despair and pain have enveloped you as well. You may witness the horrors I went through, and you may need to help me share my pain." As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, a melodious song rang in everyone's ears.

Yan Le, who was tied to the chair, suddenly screamed; she had never felt so uneasy before.

The expression on that youthful face slowly turned gloomy, and her bones cracked all over, as if another soul hidden inside her sensed a fatal threat and wanted to come out and take over her body.

The middle-aged man, who initially thought Han Fei was talking nonsense, is now silent. He finds that no matter what he does, he can't get rid of the singing. The singing that came from his nightmare seems to have enveloped the entire neighborhood.

"What terrifying monsters have you encountered?" The middle-aged man got up from the ground and, disregarding the danger, covered his daughter's ears.

"I don't know either, I have amnesia." Han Fei got goosebumps on the back of his neck when he heard the singing.

Before anyone could figure out the meaning of the song, the piercing sound of police sirens temporarily drowned it out.

Han Fei opened the door and looked outside. A black taxi led a long line of police cars into the residential area.

"Xiao Jia has defected to the enemy?"

The sounds of sirens, singing, and crying mingled together. As more and more people entered the community, Han Fei felt his pain gradually lessen. The out-of-control nightmare dragged everyone into it, constantly disturbing them with Han Fei's past despairing hallucinations. They slowly lost the ability to distinguish between reality and dreams, and then did all sorts of terrible things.

"It looks like things are about to get chaotic." Han Fei looked further into the distance and saw several vans behind the police cars. After circling around, the players entered the residential area through the back gate.

(End of this chapter)