My Healing Games

Chapter 714 Han Fei's Deal with the Laughing Man
Han Fei's fingertips hovered above the water's surface, while ninety-nine grotesque, gruesome figures below scrambled to grab his hand.

Those familiar faces gathered before him, and the last few missing parts of Han Fei's memory were slowly being filled in.

Poisoning, suffocation, falling from a building, penetrating wound, throat slitting...

Ninety-nine different ways to die would be enough to drive anyone who saw it to a mental breakdown, but Han Fei's expression did not change much. He silently watched himself struggle and die tragically in the pool.

"Is the seventh resurrection ritual in the dream related to me?"

The past has been changed. Han Fei no longer exists in that city, but the body used in the seventh ritual of the dream is now related to Han Fei.

The adoptive father secretly took photos of Han Fei in a coma and after his death, turning this pool into a "mind" that soaks Han Fei's past.

When Han Fei saw those photos, a voice in his mind called him forward, and his body's instincts drove him into the pool, as if only by picking up all the photos could he be his complete self.

“Memory, instinct, everything is drawing me closer; they want me to embrace death.”

The gruesome reflections of the dead huddled together beneath the water's surface, representing memories of death that seemed afraid of being forgotten, and they surged toward Han Fei relentlessly.

“I would even help a complete stranger, so how could I abandon my past? No matter how bloody or heavy it may be, I will carry it with me, because it is these past experiences that have made me who I am.”

Under Da Nie's expectant gaze and driven by his physical instincts, Han Fei's fingers touched the photograph on the water's surface.

The photo near the edge of the pool was quite ordinary; Han Fei, asleep, had his throat slashed by a sharp knife, and he didn't even have time to scream.

An indescribable pain shot through his neck, as if a blunt knife were piercing it and slowly cutting. The moment Han Fei touched the photograph, his consciousness was completely dragged toward the pool.

"Oh!"

Water splashed everywhere, and everyone around was stunned. Han Fei, who had been standing on the edge of the pool, had jumped into the pool!

You should know that the pool used to preserve corpses, and it was filled with formalin!
"Han Fei!"

"He's gone mad! Has he gone mad?!" Director Xu grabbed Zhang's clothes, he never imagined that the young man he feared most would do such a thing: "What are you all standing there for! Go and pull him out!"

"It seems like he jumped in on his own initiative?"

"Whatever the reason, save them!"

The group found a mop and a broom, and reached into the pool to try to pull Han Fei out, but in the blink of an eye, Han Fei disappeared into the murky water.

"How deep is this pool where the bodies are stored?" Li Guo'er asked Director Xu with concern in her eyes.

“We don’t use these kinds of pools to store cadavers anymore. This basement has been abandoned for a long time, and Dr. Han is the one who cleans and maintains it regularly…”

"I'm asking you how deep this pool is!" Li Guo'er pulled a sharp knife from her backpack and pressed it against Director Xu's neck: "Speak!"

"About two meters, maybe deeper. Teacher Han expanded this place before." Director Xu had never experienced anything like this before. The woman in front of him drew her knife without hesitation, seemingly prepared to really kill him.

"Two meters?" Li Guo'er took off her top and threw it aside. She stood on the edge of the pool, staring at the spot where Han Fei had sunk.

"Don't be impulsive!" Xiao Jia and Captain Zhang quickly ran over to dissuade him: "Han Fei isn't the kind of person to act rashly. Have you ever seen him suffer a loss? There must be a reason why he did this!"

“Yes! He must have discovered something before jumping in. If he hasn’t come out in a few minutes, it’s not too late for us to go down!” Captain Zhang said, looking behind him. “I remember there are lifeguards here.”

The lifeguard player stood at the end of the line and reluctantly stepped forward. He had only ever rescued people from rivers, and had never rescued anyone from the pool where corpses were stored.

After all, no one with even a modicum of normalcy would jump into the corpse storage pool and compete with the corpses for space.

"Don't panic. This pool isn't deep. Based on my years of search and rescue experience, we might be able to try breaking down the bottom of the pool to lower the water level before going down to rescue him." The lifeguard had a bitter face: "After all, the water is so murky that we won't be able to see anything once we're down there. What if the human-shaped object we pull up isn't Han Fei? That would be terrible."

The group gathered around the pool to discuss a rescue plan. The water gradually returned to calm. It is worth noting that all the photos were flipped over after Han Fei jumped into the water, and the side with the person in the photos always seemed to always face Han Fei.

Excruciating pain shot through his entire body, and Han Fei felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into the pool, which seemed to have no bottom.

"Han Fei, why are you so smart? We could have lived a good life together. You just needed to play the role of a good boy. Why did you suddenly rebel?" The closest photograph to Han Fei touched his body. Accompanied by intense pain, the image in the photograph began to disappear. A somewhat cruel scene flashed through Han Fei's mind. His adoptive father, Dr. Han, stood beside him and, almost the instant he awoke, slit his neck.

With his eyes bulging and all the blood vessels in his body taut, Han Fei relived the feeling of being killed.

“Child, Mom will tell you a secret. You must be careful of Dad. I’ve suspected him for a long time that he’s a hidden serial killer. Don’t look at me like that. I’m not like him! I…I…I only torture them. I’ve never killed anyone, except you, of course…” Another photo was pasted on Han Fei’s leg. New memories of death surfaced. Han Fei discovered his adoptive mother’s hidden body. His usually kind and gentle adoptive mother instantly transformed into an ugly and hideous monster. She kept pouring medicine from the bottle into Han Fei’s mouth, begging for his forgiveness while repeatedly saying that taking more medicine would make him forget his troubles.

His esophagus burned as if it were about to tear apart, and Han Fei's hands moved involuntarily, touching more and more photos.

The repeated deaths, each more desperate than the last, did not cause Han Fei to lose his mind. While enduring death, he silently looked at the memories of his dying moments.

He memorized every murderer's face and etched every death location into his mind. The ninety-nine deaths gradually connected, forming a thread of memory, on which ninety-nine hearts hung.

Having experienced ninety-nine deaths, Han Fei's soul was twisted, and his will was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, a cool sensation suddenly came from the back of his head, and a familiar voice rang out.

"Attention player number 0000: Your pet, Da Nie, has increased its loyalty to 96 points."

Han Fei briefly regained his senses. He looked up and saw Da Nie bowing his head at the edge of the pool.

Before he could take a closer look, another photo landed on his face.

"It seems that staying in Fu Sheng's mind all this time has been useful. Can I borrow your face for a while?" Unfamiliar memories quietly surfaced, and the images of death in his mind shocked Han Fei.

The dead butterfly stood amidst the sea of ​​flowers in the Blue and White Tutoring Center, smiling eerily: "Since you can recognize my face and enter Fu Sheng's memory shrine alive, it means that the butterfly that flew into the deeper world is dead. You killed him!"

“No need to explain. No one can deceive the gods. I know you are the child chosen by Fu Sheng, just as we chose him back then.”

“I don’t want you to follow in Fu Sheng’s footsteps. Give me the black box, and I’ll tell you all the secrets.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fei's body fell apart like building blocks, and he didn't even know how he died.

"That's a 'dream'? Why does it look like a butterfly? Dreams have no physical form, so can they appear in the image that people hate and despise the most?" Han Fei, who was immersed in the pool, was also about to reach his limit, but he was still far from recalling all his memories of death.

Struggling upwards, another photograph sank down to his chest and slowly pressed against his heart.

"I want to make a deal with you."

The sound of maniacal laughter reached his ears. Han Fei saw that after one of his awakenings, he had taken the initiative to contact the maniacal laughter in the Crimson Orphanage. He released all the power that suppressed the maniacal laughter, wanting to release the maniacal laughter in the orphanage!

The memories in his mind were incredibly chaotic. This time, Han Fei wasn't just opening a crack to let Kuang Xiao take over his body. Instead, he was preparing to help Kuang Xiao completely break free from the shackles of the Blood Orphanage and let him enter other people's bodies as an independent consciousness!

Through his encounter with the consciousness of the Laughing One, Han Fei learns that only by forgetting everything and minimizing the constraints his own personality places on the Laughing One can the Laughing One have a chance to break free from the Blood Orphanage's shackles.

To achieve this goal, Han Fei exhausted ninety-nine lives.

"Did I personally unleash the monster from the depths of the Crimson Orphanage? Just how terrifying were the things I encountered in this city? What desperate situation drove me to choose to make a deal with the Laughing Man?"

Recalling Fu Sheng's memory shrine, Han Fei actually had very few friends, so due to his reclusive nature, he decided to become his own best friend.

(End of this chapter)