My Healing Games

Chapter 689 Han Fei's Family
Rose kept her plan a secret from everyone, and she herself dared not think about it often, for fear that someone who could read minds would see through it.

Regarding F, Rose felt more fear than trust. She didn't know how many players would survive to the end in the future F saw, and F never shared his visions of the future with others, only telling them what to do.

Everyone blindly followed F, but F did not treat the players as companions; instead, he treated them as tools with useful value.

Rose doesn't deny F's abilities, but she doesn't like F's way of doing things.

As F repeatedly predicted the future, all the players gathered around him, leaving Rose with fewer and fewer people she could trust, which exacerbated her unease.

Rose disliked this feeling. Rather than following others' predictions of the future, he preferred to take control of his own destiny.

The players have arrived at Building 4, but something even more troublesome has arisen.

The song filled everyone's ears, and their souls seemed to be detached from their bodies and drawn to some place.

"This singing sounds like it's summoning spirits?"

The singer was invisible, and the source of the sound could not be found. Other nightmares only affected one person, but this song enveloped the entire neighborhood.

That seemed to represent an unknown power that transcended hatred, and even in nightmares, it still carried an unspeakable terror.

"Don't be distracted! Hold your mind!" F was also affected by the song, and he felt it more clearly than anyone else. The song seemed to be targeting him specifically, as if it wanted to tell a desperate tragedy in his mind.

Frustrated, F brandished his black blade. The closer F got to the floor where Han Fei was, the greater the impact of the nightmare became. He was determined enough to withstand it, but the players behind him were all reaching their limits.

Worse still, the residents of the neighborhood and the hidden ghosts were also disturbed by Han Fei's nightmares, and the vengeful spirits hiding behind the doors all went mad.

Screams filled the air as the police officers trapped inside the residential compound began to draw their service weapons and fight back when their lives were threatened.

Various sounds arose, breaking the silence, but the fear was not dispelled.

When all the players reached the third floor of Building 4, Han Fei in room 444 reached an agreement with Yan Le's parents: as long as Han Fei could help Yan Le get through this ordeal, Yan Le's mother would help him unconditionally.

To be honest, Yan Le's current situation is not optimistic, and Yan Le's mother herself has also felt it.

Meng only used the mother and daughter as pawns. However, in order to save her daughter's life, she had no choice but to cooperate with Meng, even though she knew she was being used. Her daughter was her only one, occupying all her love.

Now that the dream has achieved its goal, it wants the butterfly emanating from Yan Le's body to fly out with the maze pattern, and Yan Le's life or death is none of its concern.

“Everyone in the city who has performed the resurrection ceremony and followed the guidance of the dream has had a cocoon implanted inside their body, hiding a butterfly with unique patterns.” Yan Le’s mother said, “I don’t know how many people in this city are believers in the dream. They have great respect for ghosts and gods. Most people are completely blinded by the dream. In fact, they are all preparations made by the dream in advance for their resurrection.”

Yan Le's face was contorted with malice, her eyes flashing with malice. When her mother said the dream was bad, Yan Le's soul began to rebel. It was as if she had been brainwashed by that butterfly, unable to distinguish right from wrong, and she was crazy, mindless, and had no opinions of her own.

Seeing their daughter like this, both the mother and the middle-aged man inside Yan Le's body were in immense pain.

The butterfly, having completed its mission, wanted to fly out of Yan Le's stomach. Blood vessels bulged on Yan Le's skin and eventually gathered in her abdomen, forming a butterfly made of blood vessels.

Yan Le's protruding belly was about to burst, and her skin was now only a thin layer.

Keep in mind that she was just a teenager; even adults would find it hard to bear such pain.

The dead are wailing, and the women being sacrificed are struggling to resist. The girl who has been brought back to life will soon have her stomach burst and die in the most tragic way.

"The butterfly is one of the embodiments of dreams; it can hide a person's mind and dreams, and it's not easy to deal with." Han Fei knew that Yan Le's mother loved her daughter very much, but that wasn't a reason for her to kill others; other people's daughters were still daughters. The reason Han Fei hadn't turned against Yan Le and her mother yet was because they understood dreams well, and at least until he stopped the dream, they couldn't die.

"You've told me so much, and I won't go back on my word. I'll do my best to help Yan Le return to normal." Han Fei used a red rope to tie Yan Le, the paper figure, and himself together, and then placed the items needed for the resurrection ritual around him.

"What are they trying to do?" Yan Le's mother asked, somewhat uneasy.

"The butterfly of dreams is about to burst your daughter's belly. There's no way to lure it out using normal methods, so I'm going to use myself as bait to try and force it into my mind."

Most people avoid butterflies like the plague, and even other managers of the park dare not let butterflies enter their minds, but Han Fei does the opposite, voluntarily using his own brain as a prison.

"Your brain contains all your past memories, it gave birth to consciousness, it houses your soul, it's the foundation of a person's existence. Are you sure you want to do this?" Yan Le's mother had just woken up, and she had never seen anyone so ruthless to herself. Before, she thought Han Fei was just pretending to help her and her daughter, but Han Fei directly offered his own brain as bait without saying a word, which shocked her.

"It's alright, I, Han Fei, always keep my word." Han Fei didn't tell Yan Le's mother that his mind was blank and his memories were sealed, so no matter how much the butterfly made a fuss, it wouldn't matter. He also didn't tell her that his real idea was to use the butterfly to help him break through the barrier that sealed his memories and to take the maze tattoo that the butterfly had imprinted on its wings all by himself!

Opportunities often lie hidden in crises, and Han Fei is going to take a big gamble this time.

Pulling the red string, Han Fei and the paper figure opened their eyes simultaneously. A chilling curse began to appear on Han Fei's body, then spread along the red string to Yan Le's body.

As Han Fei closed the distance little by little, he almost pressed his forehead against Yan Le's maze pattern. He wanted to use the curse to force out the embodiment of the dream and force it into his mind.

Thousands of different curses, filled with hatred, slowly seeped into Yan Le's body.

The vengeful spirit within Yan Le's body began to scream, and the avatar of her dream inside her belly also fluttered its wings uneasily. Beneath her almost transparent belly, a giant human-faced butterfly was staring at Han Fei.

Seeing Han Fei risking his life, Yan Le's mother did not disappoint him and actively cooperated, suppressing the dead souls and guiding all the curses into her abdomen.

Everyone in the room was witnessing such a scene for the first time. The black curse, like a waterfall, washed over Yan Le's body and soul. Slowly, every drop of blood in Yan Le's body contained Xu Qin's curse.

Now, with just a thought from Han Fei, Yan Le would die completely, and her mother was also extremely nervous.

"You have nowhere to escape now." Han Fei slowly tightened the red rope, and a wisp of black fire ignited in the eyes of the blood-red paper figure, pouring all the curses into the incarnation of the dream.

The sound of flesh tearing was heard, blood flowed out, and amidst the eerie noise, a huge, brightly colored butterfly flew out of Yan Le's stomach.

The butterfly dominated the night, dreamlike and ethereal. Its wings were imprinted with a map of a paradise labyrinth, mysterious and unpredictable. The only flaw was that its body was tainted by a curse, and some discordant black hatred appeared on its wings.

The curse and the red rope tugged at the wound on Yan Le's stomach. Through the crack, Han Fei saw a huge black cocoon remaining inside Yan Le's body.

The cocoon was covered with desperate human faces, deeply embedded in Yan Le's organs, and had almost become a part of her body.

After the butterfly was forced out by Xu Qin's curse, the black cocoon shattered. The ugly cat guarding the door seemed to smell a fishy odor and, as before, began to absorb some kind of black substance emanating from the cocoon.

The more it absorbs, the brighter the nine eerie black lines on its body become, and the black lines begin to exude a strong aura of misfortune and calamity.

Curses surrounded it all around, leaving the butterfly nowhere to escape. It rushed straight into Han Fei's mind.

This embodiment of the dream is much larger than the previous one; it must possess a significant portion of the dream's power.

After the giant butterfly entered Han Fei's mind, the jealousy and hatred in Yan Le's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by pain and fear. Only now did she resemble a normal female student.

The eerie atmosphere in room 444 disappeared, the malicious words that filled the room dimmed, and it didn't feel as sinister as before.

"Han Fei?" Li Guo'er wanted to come over, but Han Fei waved his hand, indicating that she should keep an eye on Fu Sheng and not worry about anything else.

"My head hurts a little, I need to rest for a while."

"You're bleeding from all seven orifices, and the skin on your face is cracking!" Li Guo'er was really worried.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about." Han Fei hugged the paper figure, grabbed his backpack, and walked step by step towards the bedroom at the far end of the room. "Don't let anyone else in. I want to sleep for a while."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" The former brain walked over. Han Fei used his own brain as a vessel to save his daughter. Such selfless behavior is extremely rare these days.

"Put this videotape into the projector." Han Fei could no longer stand. Maze patterns appeared in his eyes, and his empty mind was almost torn apart by the butterfly. Anyone else would probably have been tormented to death by now.

"You still want to watch the video?" The previous brain couldn't understand, but still did as Han Fei said.

He took the videotape that Han Fei had brought out from the fourth floor of Building 1 of the Happiness Apartment, put it into the projector, and a hissing sound of electricity rang out. It might have sounded harsh to others, but it felt familiar to Han Fei.

The videotape began to play. In a cold and terrifying dark room, seven mutilated ghosts looked at the unconscious man in the living room. That man was Han Fei.

"This video seems to have been filmed from the perspective of ghosts, capturing their memories. Is it from the perspective of my family members?" Han Fei placed the blood-red paper figure next to his pillow, resting his head on the paper figure's legs, letting the blood-red paper figure inject the curse into his mind.

On the screen, seven ghosts of varying heights, weights, and builds surrounded the unconscious Han Fei. The youngest of them curiously reached out and poked Han Fei's face with his finger.

Feeling the warmth of his fingertips, the child froze. He turned his head 180 degrees and asked the other six ghosts for their opinions.

One night, a living person suddenly ran into the haunted house where the victim of the human body mosaic lived. The person seemed to be mentally challenged and not very smart.

Before the seven ghosts could reach a consensus, Han Fei on the ground regained consciousness. He got up like a fool, reached out and clicked randomly in the air, muttering some strange words.

"My head hurts so much, it feels like there's a hole in the back of my head."

"According to the game description, it is a healing life simulation game with an open world and no fixed gameplay. I can work hard to upgrade my character and improve his attributes, or I can have a virtual girlfriend and have virtual family and love."

After saying these words, Han Fei heard a knock on the door. An old lady had come to offer him some warmth, and he foolishly followed her downstairs.

The seven ghosts emerged from their hiding place, looked at each other in bewilderment at the door, and realized that no living person had been in this room for a long time.

They seemed unable to stay alert all the time, and after a brief stay, they scattered to different parts of the room.

Not long after, Han Fei hurriedly ran back into the house, looking flustered, and locked the security door.

After talking to himself, he decided to go to his bedroom to sleep.

Hearing the door open, the male ghost who had been lying on the bed rolled onto the floor, revealing half of his face as he looked at Han Fei with a puzzled expression.

Han Fei was seen lying on the bed with a kitchen knife in his hand, then hiding his entire body under the covers, leaving only his eyes showing as he stared intently at the living room.

The person inside the blanket is looking at the scenery, while the ghost beside the bed is looking at the person inside the blanket.

Neither side dared to make a move until the night deepened.

The younger victims in the living room couldn't stand the loneliness and started running around. The ghost who had previously hidden in the bathroom thought Han Fei must be asleep, so it quietly opened the bathroom door and prepared to come out.

Today is the first day of everyone's new roommate's arrival. Some people are sleeping, so it's basic courtesy to be quiet.

Just as the bathroom door opened, Han Fei, who was hiding under the covers, seemed to be stimulated. He sat up, wrapped in a bright red blanket, and knelt on the bed, staring intently at the dark figure next to the sofa.

The victim squatting next to the sofa didn't know what he had done wrong. He and the victim standing by Han Fei's bed exchanged glances, warning each other not to scare the new roommate.

Han Fei's unusual behavior was stalling for time, and the two ghosts cooperated. But after a while, they found that Han Fei was still the same, and they began to get a little bored.

Just as they were about to leave, Han Fei, who was hiding under the covers, suddenly sprang up and grabbed a kitchen knife, heading straight for the security door.

Around 3 a.m., the new roommate grabbed a kitchen knife and ran into the hallway. The ghost at the door reached out to stop him, telling him it was dangerous outside, but he had already rushed out.

The seven victims emerged from various corners of the room, struggling to maintain their last shred of sanity. As they discussed whether to pursue their new roommate, Han Fei's furious roar echoed from downstairs.

"You call this a healing game?!"

Segments of memories are played out, and the seven victims of the human body mosaic pattern stand from their own perspectives, watching the autistic, not-so-bright, socially anxious person gradually become the building manager of Building 1 of the Happiness Apartment.

They watched Han Fei fight to the death against the outsiders, watched him struggle to overcome his fear and integrate into the family, watched him gradually close the distance between himself and everyone, and watched him carry the store manager's coffin home the first time he left the community...

There are countless scenes like this, and what's even more incredible is that these warm and ordinary scenes all come from the ghost's memories.

The death videotape was still playing. Han Fei's lips twitched slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

More and more cracks appeared in the memory barrier in his mind, and Han Fei remembered some things again.

"Looking at it this way, it is indeed a rather healing game."

(End of this chapter)