My Healing Games

Chapter 687 The Source of Nightmares
In the brain's memory, no one has ever killed a dream, but this amnesiac man named Han Fei has trapped the embodiment of a dream within his own mind.

He admitted that when he first met Han Fei, he noticed that Han Fei was different from others, and he also had the idea of ​​taking advantage of him.

But now the situation is clearly out of his control. It's like a fisherman who always misses the boat finally sees a fish bite the hook. He's overjoyed, thinking he's caught a carp, but who knew that a giant crocodile would crawl out of the river.

"What's with this singing?! Why does it evoke the deepest fears in my soul?" The middle-aged man covered his daughter's ears, but it was no use. The voice came from afar and then rang directly in his mind, like a thorny whip lashing at his soul.

"This is the first time I've heard this song either. It sounds like a dead person is singing, and the voice is full of resentment." Han Fei quietly closed the door without disturbing anyone.

With the front and back gates of the residential area blocked by the police and players respectively, Han Fei's attempt to leave with the injured former "brain," Yan Le, and the two children was undoubtedly a pipe dream.

Since there's no way to escape, we have to change our strategy. Anyway, there are so many rooms in the neighborhood, the police and players won't be able to find Han Fei anytime soon.

"I don't feel there's anything to be afraid of. Since everyone knows this is a nightmare, as long as we stay true to ourselves, there shouldn't be any problems."

“You underestimate Dream. He’s a master manipulator who knows exactly where people’s weaknesses lie. Everyone who gets dragged into the nightmare will be targeted until they finally commit suicide in the dream.” The middle-aged man kept reminding Han Fei, feeling that Han Fei was underestimating “Dream”.

“But we don’t have a better way right now. I’m just a wanted criminal who was wrongly accused and has a family to support.” Han Fei wiped the blood and tears from his cheeks.

"Wrongfully accused?" The middle-aged man didn't know whether Han Fei meant the paper figure in his arms or the other female wanted criminal guarding the door when he said "bringing his family along."

"This nightmare also helped me recall the past. Fear is a treasure, and facing fear is an even more rare and valuable experience."

"You should keep your precious memories for yourself to savor slowly." The middle-aged man kept a close eye on Yan Le. Yan Le's condition was not optimistic. Stimulated by Han Fei's nightmare, the resentment of the many dead people in Yan Le's body began to run rampant, and her mother was already struggling to control it.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; the soul will slowly dissipate. But in order to revive Yan Le, her mother and Meng forcibly cut off the path to life for ten people, using their souls to repair Yan Le's remaining soul. In the end, although Yan Le regained consciousness, her fragile soul was covered with other people's faces, making her more like a monster than a monster.

Time ticked by, and at 11:55 p.m., Yan Le's thin body suddenly tensed up. She tilted her head back, opened her mouth as wide as possible, and let out a scream!
Eyes opened in her throat, and the faces of strange girls scrambled to escape from her mouth.

Among them, a girl with a single ponytail harbored the strongest resentment. She stepped on the other souls, and just as her upper body was about to burst out, she was grabbed by a pale arm and forcibly pulled back.

"Wang Jiaru?" The female student on the fifth floor covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief: "That girl with the single ponytail was the prettiest girl in our class. She suddenly transferred schools last semester, and I heard she committed suicide because of disfigurement! How could she be in Yan Le's belly!"

The female student saw different faces in Yan Le's words, some of which were Yan Le and her friends. Each of those girls had something that Yan Le was jealous of, such as beauty, a happy family, academic performance, physical fitness, and so on.

"Yan Le killed everyone? She's a murderer!" The female student collapsed to the ground, recalling the horrific ordeal that had befallen her: "Everyone should have been living happily, but her jealousy ruined everything. How could there be such a person in the world? She's more disgusting than a ghost!"

Yan Le, who was constantly stuffing souls into her mouth, seemed to hear the female student's words. Her bloodshot eyes rolled, and a wisp of black hatred slowly ignited. Her ferocious face turned towards the female student.

The hatred in the doll stemmed from being abandoned, while the hatred in Yan Le was ignited by jealousy. She shook her body desperately, lunging at the female student along with the chair.

"Yan Le!"

The middle-aged man hugged Yan Le tightly from behind: "Don't continue down this wrong path!"

Her father's voice rang in her ears, and Yan Le on the ground suddenly stopped struggling. Her neck twisted little by little, and her whole face looked at the middle-aged man from a strange angle.

Yan Le's cracked lips parted slightly, and his tone of voice completely changed: "You'll never say anything like that. Do you even deserve to be her father?"

Upon hearing Yan Le's words, the middle-aged man froze. He looked at Yan Le with bloody tears streaming down his face, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"To keep this a secret, we'd give up everything, including our daughter, right?"

"I……"

“You have your own principles, and I have my own choices. My daughter is my everything, my whole world. If she weren’t in this world, I wouldn’t love this world even a little bit.” Mouths opened in Yan Le’s esophagus, repeating Yan Le’s words, but their tone was definitely not Yan Le’s.

“After a person dies, the one who comes back is not her.” The middle-aged man looked into Yan Le’s eyes, his heart aching. His love for his daughter was no less than that for his wife, but he rarely expressed it: “Dream is sowing the seeds of resurrection throughout the city. If you help him, you might drag the whole city down with you.”

"So what?" Yan Le laughed hoarsely, her bones cracking all over: "So what!"

The ropes binding her tightened into her flesh, causing her veins to bulge and revealing blood-red patterns beneath her skin resembling butterfly wings.

All the lines seemed to have been drawn in advance, squeezed out of the skin little by little, trying to overlap with the maze tattoo on Yan Le's stomach.

"Does that butterfly want to brand the maze tattoo onto its wings?" Han Fei had already seen through Meng's plan. He took out his companion, carrying the ever-spreading nightmare, and squatted down next to Yan Le.

"Madam, you must also want Yan Le to be happy, right? You must also want her to live a dignified life like a human being, right?"

As the source of nightmares and the origin of all terrifying illusions, Han Fei's presence made Yan Le extremely uncomfortable; her hair stood on end, and she turned her head to the side.

“Some people live, but they are like the dead. Meng only wants to use you and your daughter, but I am different. As long as you are willing to tell me about Nao’s past, I will protect Yan Le and make her happy and cheerful like before, and show her smile.”

After saying that, Han Fei pulled the red rope, held Yan Le's chin with one hand, and put the companion into Yan Le's mouth.

“I am mortal enemies with Meng. If he is resurrected, the whole city will be doomed. If you really refuse to cooperate with me, then I will have no choice but to kill your daughter now and cast a thousand different curses into her soul, so that she will never be able to be reborn.”

The chilling tone, the chilling singing, the elusive illusions of ghosts—at that moment, Han Fei's face was deeply etched into Yan Le's mother's heart.

I know it's a bit short, I'll try to get back into the swing of things as soon as possible.

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(End of this chapter)