My Healing Games

Chapter 727 The Only Personality

Han Fei moved quickly, but the little girl's arm was still stained with black mist. As she looked at the black veins spreading rapidly under her skin, the confusion in her eyes slowly faded.

"Let's begin the sixth round of voting." The magician walked over to Han Fei and the girl. He naturally tried to take the girl's hand, but Han Fei slapped him away.

"Hypnotizing a child? Do you have any shame?"

“I have never forced anyone to do anything. If you don’t believe me, you can let her make the choice herself.” The magician touched the doll on his clothes and said gently to the little girl, “Come here, I will protect you to the end. Children are the future, they are hope.”

The little girl's eyes held two different emotions. To her left stood Han Fei, who had lost his facial features and looked incredibly terrifying; to her right stood the tall, handsome, sunny, and witty magician.

These two people are a stark contrast; in everyday life, many people could easily make the choice without much thought.

The girl held the rag doll given to her by the magician, and more and more black lines appeared on her arm. In the end, she didn't choose anyone and retreated to her corner.

Witnessing everything silently, the wife was also suffering greatly at this moment.

She recognized Fu Sheng, but now that the innkeeper was dead, she had to choose between Fu Sheng and Han Fei.

Each person determines the fate of another; if one person is given a way to live, the other will die.

She had considered the three of them choosing each other, but one thing was undeniable: no matter who she chose, one of Han Fei and Fu Sheng would have to vote for the other. Could they trust each other?
The remaining guests in the hotel each had their own thoughts, and when faced with different choices, no one could always be perfect.

The sixth round of voting has begun, and to everyone's surprise, the first to vote is the fugitive. He seems determined to stand with the screenwriter and the maniac, completely disregarding the consequences.

The one who outwardly had the most support, Kuangxiao, also cast his vote. During the voting process, he glanced at the screenwriter almost imperceptibly.

The screenwriter, who had previously agreed to all of Han Fei's suggestions, hesitated after witnessing Han Fei save people.

After casting his vote, he smiled and said a few words to the fugitive before returning to his original position.

The screenwriter saw all of this, and as before, he continued to write down Han Fei's name and throw the note into the black box.

After the three voted, Han Fei silently walked to the black box. After confirming that the black mist on the little girl's arm had begun to spread, he gave his vote to his wife.

The magician followed Han Fei closely, keeping his attention on the girl, but she showed no intention of voting for him.

Slowly, the magician's composure vanished. Something he had placed on the little girl was destroyed by the black mist, and now he could no longer affect the child.

The bug in his pocket crawled onto his shoulder. The magician wanted to say something to the little girl, but Han Fei blocked the way between them, preventing the magician from passing.

After the innkeeper died, the situation descended into complete chaos.

Black rain washed over the hotel, and the water inside continued to rise. Furniture and corpses floated on the surface, and the deceased were getting closer and closer to the guests standing on the second floor.

An eerie black mist spread across the girl's arm. The magician's face gradually darkened. He glared at Han Fei, who was blocking his way, and suppressed the urge to attack. He then turned and walked to the waiter.

“Your grandfather is right, we should cooperate.” The magician was very good at changing his expression; when he spoke, he gave people a warm and trustworthy feeling.

"Okay, I hope we can make it to the end." The waiter's mood became strange after the hotel owner died; he seemed to be an absolute pessimist.

Unlike the others who had given their time to think, the waiter agreed to the magician's request, then immediately took out a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and threw it into the black box. The whole process took only a few seconds; the magician hadn't even had time to react before the waiter had already cast his vote.

"It's your turn."

After the waiter returned from voting, he didn't stand in his original spot, but instead moved a few steps towards the corridor.

The magician, somewhat skeptical, took out paper and pen. The waiter's quick agreement made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Everyone else was also watching the magician as he prepared to vote, eager to see his choice.

While everyone was captivated by the magician, the waiter reached into his pocket, groping for something.

He slowly backed away along the wall, and when someone realized something was wrong, the waiter suddenly sped up and ran towards the end of the corridor!

The hand that had been hidden in his pocket came out, and the waiter held a black key in his palm.

He opened the door to the hotel owner's room, went inside, and immediately locked the door.

"Stop!"

The surviving passengers all rushed over, kicking and pounding on the door.

The specially reinforced door panel was kicked open after several attempts. When everyone entered the room, they found the waiter kneeling on the ground with a worn-out box in front of him filled with all sorts of books.

Those books were unlike anything I'd ever seen before; each one seemed to be a condensation of a person's entire memory.

"What exactly are you and the hotel owner plotting?"

"How much more are you hiding from us?"

"So you were the murderers after all!"

Faced with everyone's questions, the waiter didn't even bother to lift his head; his expression was one of utter despair, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

The waiter placed the book on the floor and turned to the last page.

In the blank space at the end of the story, there are words left by the innkeeper: the last survivor will become the new innkeeper, never to leave, continuing to run this inn deep in the heart, waiting for new guests, and repeating the new game.

"Is this game a scam? No one can leave? Are we destined to be trapped here and die?" The middle-aged screenwriter never expected the truth to be like this. The hotel owner must have participated in this game before, and he survived to the end.

“Even in the deepest despair, you can occasionally see the lost starlight. You and the innkeeper must be hiding something from us!” The magician emptied all the books from the box. One of the books, filled with despair, was missing two pages.

"Comparing the torn portions, the piece of paper we found in the back of the corpse's head was torn from this book!"

"Two pages are missing, meaning the rules are supposed to be two pages long, but we've only seen one!"

"Speak! What are the real rules?"

Under pressure from the crowd, the waiter took out another crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

"All souls are equal. You may choose who becomes me."

"The guest whose name is put into the black box and receives the fewest votes will become part of the black fog."

The first two sentences were the rules written on the previous piece of paper, but there was another sentence written on the second piece of paper that the waiter had hidden.

"Passengers who receive more than one-third of the total votes will become the new me."

The passengers stared at the sentence on the second sheet of paper: if they had known about this rule from the beginning, they probably wouldn't have fought each other.

"More than one-third? You need to get four out of ten votes?" Meeting this second condition is not easy either; in fact, the probability is almost zero.

Passengers cannot vote for themselves; in other words, they need four other people to support them.

It takes the sacrifice of four people to save one person's life.

The innkeeper knew how difficult this would be, so he never intended to play the game normally from the beginning. He only wanted to train the waiters to become the next innkeeper.

"So this is the real rule." Despair appeared on the faces of the people in the room. It was already difficult for one person to sacrifice themselves, let alone for four people to leave the way out to one person.

"Snapped!"

The windows were blown open by the storm, and the torrential black rain pounded on the ground. The building was on the verge of collapse, and the only safe haven was about to be overwhelmed by the tide of despair.

"Continue with the sixth round of voting. At least the innkeeper has a chance to start over." After casting his vote, the magician placed the black box in front of the middle-aged woman.

The wife's gaze lingered between Fu Sheng and Han Fei. Remembering the magician's earlier agreement with Fu Sheng, she ultimately gave the ticket to Han Fei.

The ballots disappeared into the black box, and everyone tensed up, wondering who would be eliminated this round.

The clocks on the walls were submerged in water, and the sound of time passing was replaced by thunder and lightning.

As a bolt of lightning flashed across the window, the magician suddenly clutched his throat with both hands, staring venomously at the waiter and the little girl, thick black mist gushing from his mouth: "You two!"

At the same time, the waiter looked at his hands, which were gradually being swallowed by the black mist, and then glanced at the middle-aged woman: "You didn't come the first ninety-nine times, so why did you find me this last time? Everything in my memory is an illusion, but you are the only reality that remains in my mind."

With a soft sigh, the waiter seemed to have already guessed, and just as the magician was about to use his last bit of time to kill the middle-aged woman, he, covered in black mist, collided with the magician.

Neither the waiter nor the magician gave each other tickets; they were rivals for years and knew each other too well.

The black mist devoured everything the two of them had, causing them to dissolve into the black box.

The mute girl didn't die, but whether it was Fu Sheng or Meng who voted for her, no one knows.

Windows were blown open by the gale, and rubble and wood chips rained down from the roof. Cracks spread across the walls. With a deafening crash, the wooden staircase collapsed, and the travelers inside could no longer reach the first floor.

With their escape route cut off, the buildings on the ground became like lonely boats floating on water.

There are now only six people left in the second-floor corridor. Han Fei and his wife are standing on the left, Kuang Xiao, the screenwriter and the fugitive are standing on the right, the little girl is squatting in the corner, and the black box is placed in the middle of the group.

The lightning strike allowed the surviving passengers to see each other's faces clearly.

"Let's begin, round seven."

The middle-aged screenwriter seemed to be a staunch supporter of the maniacal laughter. Holding a slip of paper with Han Fei's name on it, he clutched his chest wound and put his vote into the black box.

Apart from him, no one else moved until the hotel's exterior wall collapsed, and cracks spread from the roof to the ground, making the second floor where they were located unsafe.

"Self-sacrifice, or to survive..." The fugitive touched his heart, hesitated for a long time, and then made his choice. He put a piece of white paper that he had prepared into the black box.

The mute girl did the same thing as him. She couldn't communicate with anyone, and everyone treated her as a tool. Han Fei was the only exception.

"Why must people make so many choices in life? It seems like there are many paths to take, but in the end, they all bring the same pain." The wife silently put a piece of paper with a name on it into the black box.

After the other four people had all cast their votes, only Han Fei and Kuang Xiao remained.

The two stood on either side of the corridor, while outside the window, thunder roared, lightning flashed, and the wind howled as torrential rain lashed down on the inn, a place rife with sin.

"I'm curious, how did you find this building? I took away all your memories about the struggle for personality and the maze, and I even stripped you of your identity as the owner of the black box. Why are you still here?" Kuangxiao stood in front of Han Fei, with the black box between them.

"In this world of memories within the shrine, the black box has two owners. It was the previous owner of the black box who guided me on my path." Han Fei raised his head, his bloodied and mangled face staring straight at the audience as he laughed maniacally.

"So it's Fu Sheng? He really is a contradictory guy, perfectly embodying the word 'human.'" The maniac laughed, picking up a crumpled piece of paper and placing it on top of the black box. "Who do you think will win between us?"

"It should be me."

"why?"

"It might be because I have a friend named Huang Ying."

"Is this your reason?"

“At least they are all my friends, while you have no one willing to get close to you except me.” Han Fei looked at Kuang Xiao’s handsome, warm smile. Even though he knew it was a facade, he didn’t expose him. He had never seen a smile on his own face before, but now he at least knew what a smile looked like to him.

Do you consider yourself my friend?

"If it's just the two of us left in the end, I will cast my vote for you. I can't let you bear all the suffering. In the end, I will have hope all to myself."

Han Fei and Kuang Xiao looked at each other, then simultaneously released their hands. The crumpled paper in their palms fell into the black box, and a completely different scene appeared.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the box, and then the black box began to absorb the fog and black rain outside the hotel.

A dozen seconds later, the screenwriter and the fugitive fell to the ground, black mist emanating from the depths of their veins, and the smile on his maniacal face gradually became exaggerated, slowly turning into a hysterical laugh!

The deeper he sank into despair, the thicker the black mist within him became. He laughed wildly and spread his arms, using his physical body to fight against the black mist. Even as the screenwriter and the fugitive were dragged toward the black box, he remained standing in place.

The middle-aged screenwriter is the Spider who came in with Han Fei. He left all the scripts behind. When Han Fei saved the girl, he realized who the real Han Fei was.

The one-armed fugitive is the Ghost Manager. He plans to have Han Fei succeed him as the new Ghost. Only he and Han Fei know the secret that he keeps the butcher's knife hidden in his heart.

The mute girl is Xiao Ba, but something unknown has clearly happened to her.

Finally, there was his wife, who was the most crucial person. Without her, Han Fei would likely have been the first to be killed.

In the seventh round of voting, all four chose Han Fei, who had been disfigured. Even though Han Fei had changed his appearance and become a monster, they still recognized him.

In fact, Kuangxiao noticed it during the screenwriter voting. The middle-aged screenwriter still wrote Han Fei's name on the blank sheet of paper, but the screenwriter's expression when voting was slightly different from before.

The cracks on the surface of the black box were increasing, and all the despair in the world seemed to be rushing towards it. Even the maniacal laughter could not be sustained. His body moved towards the black box little by little. When he passed by Han Fei, his face, which was half corroded by the black mist, looked at Han Fei.

A maniacal laugh rang out, and Han Fei's figure was reflected in his eyes: "There's something else I need to tell you. Our deal is that you rescue me, and I'll help you hold off all the park managers. That's all."

"It's alright, consider this face as a thank you gift for casting your last vote for Hachi."

Han Fei was exchanging votes with his wife from beginning to end. Apart from Kuang Xiao, it seems that everyone else voted for Han Fei. So there is only one possibility that Xiao Ba was not swallowed by the black mist: Kuang Xiao gave his vote to the mute girl.

"She's just like me, we're both used as keys to despair."

(End of this chapter)