My Healing Games

Chapter 744 Today is another unlucky day.
Water droplets slid down the mirror. Shen Luo looked at the smart home assistant in the mirror, her mind a little confused. She hadn't given any instructions, so how did the assistant suddenly appear at the bathroom door?

He turned around, leaning on the sink, and the AI ​​assistant's face, so similar to a human's, made him very uncomfortable.

Grabbing the electric toothbrush, Shen Luo felt an urge surge through him; he wanted to shove the toothbrush into the smart home assistant's eye socket and pierce its face!

When he has such violent thoughts, the invisible butterfly in his brain seems to secrete something that constantly stimulates and induces him, hoping that he will immediately carry out his thoughts.

"do not come!"

Shen Luo never imagined that he would be frightened by the smart home assistant he had bought. He shouted at it, but it had no effect. The smart home assistant seemed to have gone out of control, blocking the bathroom door, looking at Shen Luo, and laughing continuously.

"Get away! Don't come near me!"

Shen Luo became more and more agitated as he shouted. He felt as if the butterfly in his mind was constantly flapping its wings, and his mind was filled with the sound of butterfly wings flying up and down.

"Get out!"

With his self-control at its lowest, Shen Luo lunged at the smart butler. Like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, he knocked the smart butler down, gripped the electric toothbrush tightly, and repeatedly stabbed the tip of the toothbrush into the smart butler's face!

By the time I regained a little of my senses, the smart butler's face was completely battered and riddled with holes, which was quite frightening.

"No, I didn't do it on purpose, you're the one who caused the problem!"

Shen Luo quickly scrambled off the smart butler and backed away repeatedly.

Shen Luo bumped into the sofa and fell to the ground, her gaze inadvertently landing on the bathroom mirror again.

The person in the mirror was panicked. He was sitting slumped on the ground, his face pale, but his expression was very strange.

His face was changing little by little. The skin on his nose and mouth peeled off to both sides, and Shen Luo's features in the mirror became distorted. His face gradually turned into a giant fleshy butterfly.

"what!"

The terrifying scene frightened Shen Luo, so he grabbed the remote control from the sofa and smashed it directly at the mirror!

Fragments flew everywhere, but in Shen Luo's eyes, the sharp glass transformed into countless transparent butterflies, which flew towards him in swarms!

With a scream, Shen Luo clutched his head, his body trembling.

But something even more terrifying happened at that moment.

The smart butler, whose face was covered in holes and which had been knocked to the ground, slowly got up. It looked up at its scarred face and walked towards Shen Luo!

"You are just a tool. Why should a tool have its own thoughts?"

Enduring physical and mental pain, Shen Luo stumbled and ran towards the door. He leaned against the wall, shouting for help in a heart-wrenching voice.

The only good news for him now is that the smart home assistant isn't moving very fast and is always just a little short of catching up with him.

After opening the keypad door, Shen Luo escaped his hellish home and frantically begged his neighbors for help.

A dozen seconds later, the neighbors who heard Shen Luo shouting came out of the house and approached Shen Luo very carefully.

"Xiao Shen, has your house been broken into?"

"Call 120 quickly, it seems like he's having a seizure!"

The neighbors enthusiastically gathered around to help. Seeing everyone, Shen Luo's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He pointed to his front door and said, "There's a ghost! There's a ghost in my house. There are butterflies everywhere, and my smart home assistant wants to kill me too!"

His ramblings left the neighbors quite confused.

One of the bold young men walked toward Shen Luo's house with a golf club. He didn't see the ghost or butterfly that Shen Luo had mentioned. Instead, he saw a shattered mirror, overturned furniture, and a smart home assistant with holes in its face, lying sprawled on the ground.

After leaving Shen Luo's house, the young man had a strange expression: "Shen Luo, are you sure you saw a ghost? Did you... forget to take your medicine today?"

"Really! I'm not lying to you! Everything I said is true!"

"Don't worry, I've called Deep Space Technology's after-sales service for you. They'll be here soon. If something like this really happens—the smart home assistant injuring someone—that would be big news," a middle-aged neighbor said, holding up his phone.

Within ten minutes, maintenance personnel from Deep Space Technology and community security guards arrived, and both sides entered Shen Luo's home.

Maintenance personnel dissected the somewhat deformed head of the smart home assistant and retrieved a small box with a recording function.

"This is a recorder we use to protect our smart home system. It doesn't usually turn on; it only activates automatically when the smart home system is attacked." The maintenance worker placed the small box into his portable device, and after the upload was successful, a video began playing on the virtual screen.

The footage was shot from the perspective of the smart butler. In the footage, Shen Luo seemed to have become a different person, brutal and crazy. Holding an electric toothbrush, he rode on the smart butler and repeatedly stabbed it into the butler's face!

Even the most notorious serial killers in movies wouldn't be this bad.

Upon seeing such a video, the neighbors instinctively kept their distance from Shen Luo; no one wanted to get too close to such a dangerous individual.

"Listen to me! I was forced to defend myself! This smart home assistant went out of control. It didn't obey my commands; it acted on its own!" Shen Luo shouted in protest, but the latter half of the video seemed to be deliberately contradicting him.

The smart butler has always been well-behaved. The one who went mad was Shen Luo. He was abnormal and manic, giving the smart butler completely opposite instructions and even shouting at himself in the mirror. If this doesn't count as madness, then a third of the people in the mental hospital should probably be released.

"Dear employer, have you recently experienced any major stress?" After inspecting the smart home assistant, the maintenance worker gave it a new look: "Our suggestion is that you should take a good rest, or take some time to get some physical therapy to adjust your mental state."

The maintenance workers at Deep Space Technology were already being very tactful in their words.

"I'm not sick!"

“We know you’re not sick, you’ve just been under a lot of stress lately.” The maintenance worker reactivated the smart home system, tested all the data, and then prepared to leave: “Please treat the smart home system well.”

The neighbors started looking at Shen Luo differently now, and some of the most enthusiastic ones began to advise him to see a psychologist.

Half an hour later, the crowd dispersed, and Shen Luo returned to his home. However, he still dared not close the door or activate his smart home assistant.

"The image of me recorded by the smart home assistant is completely different from the image of myself I remember. Am I really sick?"

He turned on his computer, preparing to schedule a remote consultation with a psychologist.

After searching for a long time on relevant platforms, a doctor suddenly contacted Shen Luo. No appointment or deposit was required, and the doctor seemed very sincere.

Shen Luo, who already felt he was not sick, decisively chose this doctor. He turned on all the cameras and entered the doctor's virtual consultation room.

The white light shone on his face, and Shen Luo felt a little uncomfortable. He opened his eyes wide and looked around, discovering that the doctor's treatment room was quite special.

Half bright, half dim, the consultation room was devoid of certificates and credentials; apart from two chairs, it was completely empty.

"Hello, doctor. My name is Shen Luo, and this is my citizen ID card."

“You can call me Dr. Bai.” The doctor, who looked very young, sat in the dimly lit corner of the examination room. “Your mental state is very unstable right now. It seems you’ve recently encountered some very unusual things, things that are completely different from your previous living environment.”

"You could say that," Shen Luo said, calming down a bit. "I'm a seasoned financial trader, and I'm under a lot of pressure at work, so I wanted to play games to relax. But instead of relaxing, the pressure just got even greater!"

"A game? An immersive horror game?"

"No, it's a healing game. You've probably heard of it; it's called 'Perfect Life.'" Shen Luo told the doctor about his experience. He didn't hide anything; he had no friends in real life, so he could only confide in the doctor.

"You likely suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder. After experiencing an extremely severe psychological shock, your usual psychological patterns have been forcibly distorted into a warped pattern."

"abnormal?"

“Your experiences in the game are extremely inconsistent with your daily life, and your subconscious model cannot adapt to it, so your inherent subconscious is distorted.” Dr. Bai smiled and looked at Shen Luo: “For example, in normal life, when you see a door close by itself, your first reaction might be that it’s the wind, but in the game, you would feel that a ghost has appeared and you are facing the threat of death! At this moment, your subconscious mind is in conflict with your conscious mind, which leads to stress disorder and your mind is completely confused.”

“But…” Shen Luo couldn’t understand: “Why do I feel like a butterfly has flown into my mind? I don’t know how it got into my head. I really want to open up my skull and take a look.”

"A butterfly?" Dr. Bai examined Shen Luo closely. "How did you get the injury on your arm?"

"You mean this butterfly wound?" Shen Luo raised his arm. "I don't know either, I can't remember, I only remember a sound of maniacal laughter."

"Mr. Shen, your condition is somewhat unusual. I suggest you come to my clinic in person. I'm located in the northern suburbs of Xinhu, and the clinic is called Pure White Heart." Dr. Bai sent an email to Shen Luo: "The email contains the items and documents you need to bring. I look forward to meeting you."

The doctor disconnected, and Shen Luo was kicked out of the virtual clinic. He opened his email and found that the doctor actually wanted to see his game records and first-person game videos.

"Does this mean they don't believe me?" Shen Luo tapped the screen, and after just one refresh, he suddenly found countless private messages in his inbox. As the last player rescued by Huang Ying, Shen Luo was also trying to make his presence known to players across the country. The most widely circulated image online showed Huang Ying crawling out of the abyss with a butcher's knife in hand, countless giant ghosts roaring angrily, the night collapsing behind him, and Shen Luo unconscious on his back.

“I, Shen Luo, am a well-known figure in the financial world. Now my image is completely ruined.”

He casually opened some private messages. Most players were curious about what was hidden in the abyss, and some guilds wanted to recruit Shen Luo. They believed that any player who dared to venture deep into the passage was a true powerhouse and a top-tier player.

"It's ridiculous, I don't even know what I've been through." Just as Shen Luo was about to close the webpage, he suddenly saw a very strange private message, which was full of butterfly patterns.

Rubbing his eyes, Shen Luo was sure he wasn't hallucinating. He opened the private message and saw only one sentence: "Master, are you back?"
"That's so perverted! Is he sick in the head?"

Looking at the huge pile of butterfly patterns, Shen Luo felt nauseous: "Why draw so many butterflies?"

After thinking for a moment, Shen Luo typed the word "butterfly" and made a precise search in his private messages.

You wouldn't believe it until you look, and you'd be shocked to find hundreds of private messages in his backend that were related to butterflies, either with butterfly images or with butterflies appearing in the text.

These private messages came from all over the country. Most of them were normal, but some seemed to be from madmen, full of blood and killing, and some even used animal limbs to piece together text.

"Why do I feel like I'm being targeted by all the perverts in the country? Will they come after me?"

Startled, Shen Luo quickly closed the private messaging app and made all her personal information invisible, but it seemed to be too late.

There was a sudden knock on the living room door, and a hoarse voice came from outside.

"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

(End of this chapter)