My Healing Games

Chapter 749 Gently awakening the sleeping soul

Using the virtual identity provided by Huang Ying, Han Fei opened the information cocoon and entered the dark web, which is invisible to ordinary people. He also figured out the areas that madmen and perverts like to frequent.

With a tentative idea in mind, he spent a lot of money to charter a taxi and headed to the northern suburbs of Xinhu.

Half an hour after leaving the old town, they saw two cars on the deserted streets.

An expensive modified car and a barbecue restaurant delivery truck apparently collided, but strangely, there were no traffic police or patrol robots at the scene, and all the passengers in the car had disappeared.

"Stop the car," Han Fei signaled to the taxi driver to slow down.

"It's better to avoid trouble. Where do you want to go? I'll take you there. Stopping midway is against our rules." The taxi driver kept a safe distance from the two cars, not even glancing at them.

“They might be in trouble. If we pretend not to see it today, then if we encounter trouble on the road in the future, no one will help us. Everyone will become more and more indifferent.” Han Fei patted the seat: “You often travel at night, so you should understand this better than I do.”

"The key point is that they didn't ask you for help."

"I'm just going to check on things." After much persuasion, the taxi driver finally stopped the car and opened the door: "Don't get too close, just take a look and come back quickly."

"Okay." Han Fei walked between the two cars and looked at the shards of glass on the windows: "This doesn't look like a collision; it must have been caused by something hitting it."

Han Fei frowned as he looked into the car, his nostrils twitching. "Why does this barbecue restaurant's car smell so awful? It's greasy, disgusting, and sticky, like it's covered in pig brains."

"Hey! Stop looking! It's time to go!" The taxi driver knocked on the car window. Just now, the company issued a red alert through the car's communication device, prohibiting drivers from accepting fares to the suburbs after midnight, supposedly to protect the drivers' personal safety.

Han Fei didn't return. He opened the van door while padding himself with his clothes, glanced around briefly, and seemed to have discovered something.

He got into the car and lifted the cloth under the back seat, where various "tools" were hidden: a set of scalpels, long saws, short saws, all kinds of ropes, and a large quantity of medicine.

"The barbecue here must be quite tiring."

After restoring everything, Han Fei walked towards the modified car again.

"You people who live in the city all year round don't know, the suburbs are in a lot of trouble now! Come back quickly!" the taxi driver shouted out the window. He was very uneasy and regretted listening to the passenger and opening the car door.

"There seems to be an injured person inside the modified car."

"Get in the car quickly! Don't meddle in other people's business." The taxi driver waved frantically: "We drivers who often work the night shift don't dare to go too far now. If you hadn't paid so much, I wouldn't have picked you up."

"Her injuries are quite serious." Without thinking twice, Han Fei carried the woman out of the modified car and quickly ran to a taxi: "She's about to die!"

The driver was terrified when he saw Han Fei carrying a bloodied woman over his back, and he quickly opened the car door.

After placing the woman in the back seat of the taxi, Han Fei transferred some money to the driver: "Take her to the nearest hospital right away!"

"And what about you?" The driver asked, seeing that Han Fei showed no intention of getting in the car.

“There must be other victims in the modified car! I know the psychological changes those psychopaths go through when they kill; they must still be ‘enjoying’ the process.” Han Fei closed the car door, took out his phone, and dialed the police and emergency services.

"You seem to know a lot about these things? Are you a police officer?" The driver was startled by Han Fei's words. Knowing how dangerous it was, Han Fei still dared to leave alone here: "I've only ever seen people this rich and who like to deal with perverts on TV."

"My name is Han Fei, you can..."

"Han Fei!?" The driver's voice rose: "I understand!"

"What do you know?" Han Fei was taken aback for a moment, but didn't pay much attention. "Get the victim to the hospital first, and ask me for more money if you don't have enough."

"I only just learned what it means to be true to yourself! Forgive my lack of education, I don't know how to describe it." The taxi driver fastened his seatbelt again: "I'll get her to the hospital safely, and you take care of yourself too!"

After saying that, the driver turned around and headed towards the old town.

"It seems I have a pretty good fan base; even taxi drivers are praising me like this." Han Fei was unaware that his name had become a symbol.

Standing between the two vehicles, Han Fei carefully observed the ground. The signs of a fight were not obvious, indicating that one vehicle had been completely crushed by the other.

"If I wanted to destroy the evidence, where would I choose to take the person?"

Han Fei quickly spotted the first footprint as the roadside weeds were trampled. He scanned the nearby buildings and soon pinpointed the abandoned old building directly in front of him.

Perhaps due to playing too many games, Han Fei's five senses are noticeably more acute than those of ordinary people. He can easily enter a "hunting" state, just like a top pianist who is completely absorbed in playing music, with only the pursuit of the killer in his eyes.

"The taxi driver kindly told me to get back in the car, but by doing so, he had actually exposed my and his location. If I didn't get out and deal with those killers, the driver who was being targeted by them might become their next target."

Having been nurtured in the deep world, Han Fei is adept at considering problems from the worst possible perspective, because human nature has no limits.

With his hand behind his back, Han Fei gripped the baton hidden in his sleeve and slowly approached the target building. He made no sound, held his breath, and focused on the windows and doors of the building.

“There was more than one person on that barbecue truck. Most psychopaths commit their crimes alone. Cases of coordinated killings like this are very rare and extremely heinous.”

Before even entering the building, Han Fei had already come up with more than a dozen solutions. He was completely different from a few months ago, which was probably the confidence of a level 25 deep world player.

Reaching the door, Han Fei positioned himself in a blind spot. If all the suspects were hiding inside the building, they wouldn't be able to see him at this moment.

After closing the distance, Han Fei didn't go through the main entrance. Instead, he quietly circled around to the side window, hugging the wall.

His exceptional physical abilities allowed him to easily climb onto the second-floor window without making a sound throughout the entire process.

Peeking inside, I saw that all the lights were off, but I could hear faint screams and smell a faint stench of blood.

"Very professional technique."

For an ordinary person, suddenly entering a completely dark room without knowing the layout would surely be disastrous. But Han Fei was different; darkness had no effect on him, as he was already accustomed to moving around in the dark.

He climbed into the house and stared at the figures in the living room.

"One, two..."

The Sunday night school students guarded all the entrances and exits of the room, and several others hid near the door on the first floor. They were ready, and as soon as Han Fei entered, several sharp knives would pierce his body from different directions.

Han Fei walked slowly around the room without any sign of tension. He knew that what he was doing was extremely dangerous, but his heart remained completely calm.

As if he were seeing a familiar friend in his own home, Han Fei walked easily to the door of the second-floor bedroom.

He had already appeared next to a student, but the student was still unaware, craning their neck to look towards the corridor.

The two stood side by side. Han Fei raised his hands in the darkness and, without warning, locked the other's throat and covered his mouth.

With his bones dislocated, Han Fei never expected his strength to become so great. The black box seemed to have unlocked some kind of shackle in his mind.

After crippling someone, Han Fei naturally took over their identity, swaggering around in the darkness like a ghost.

Half a minute passed, and the sound of a door being pushed open came from downstairs. Those people realized something was wrong.

"He escaped? Should we go after him?"

"You all continue with the welcoming ceremony, I'll go out and take a look."

"Dr. Bai, isn't it unsafe for you to go out alone?"

"It's alright. Remember to take good care of the newcomer and make sure he holds that blunt knife tight."

The man known as Dr. White took the keys to the modified car and left alone, becoming the only person to walk out of the building.

"Dr. Bai went to get the car? Is something wrong?"

"I heard that Dr. Bai was also a student before, and later became the youngest mentor."

"He is quite old. It is said that he used to work at Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals and participated in some experiments, which is why he looks so young."

"Never mind that person, let's continue the ceremony."

The group emerged from their hiding corner, grabbed Shen Luo, and headed towards the second-floor lobby.

"Everyone come out, let's finish the welcoming ceremony as soon as possible, and then clean up..."

The person at the front stopped halfway through his speech, realizing that the second floor was empty and no one was responding to him.

"What about people?"

He was somewhat confused and turned to ask his companion, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

There were five people hiding downstairs, but now that Dr. Bai has left, there are still five people going upstairs together!
He leaned against the stairs, pointing at several figures in the darkness: "One, two, three..."

The man only counted to three before he was knocked unconscious with a blow to the head.

After dealing with the students upstairs, Han Fei quietly went downstairs and hid with "everyone," which was very exciting.

"I already counted you all, there are eight of you. It's really hard for you to squeeze into such a small car." Having torn off the mask of civility, Han Fei naturally wouldn't hold back. To be merciful to a serial killer is to be cruel to the victims.

He struck again and again with extreme brutality, the sound of bones breaking echoing through the building.

As he watched his "classmates" fall one by one, Shen Luo was truly terrified. Leaning against the wall, he shouted into the dark room, "I'm not with them! They forced me here! I didn't do anything!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Han Fei shuddered. He was quite certain that he had heard that voice in the Deep World before, and that the other person's words, "Eleventh Sister-in-law," had almost sent him and his neighbors to their deaths.

"Shen Luo?"

"Yes! It's me!"

So your hidden identity is a psychopathic serial killer!

"No, I didn't!"

The baton struck the shoulder of the person next to Shen Luo, splitting his shoulder blade and causing him to collapse limply. Shen Luo was so frightened that he quickly raised his hands, and Han Fei also saw the blood-stained blunt knife in the other person's hand.

"Put the knife down first."

"I can't control myself. It's like a giant moth flew into my brain and is sucking my brain marrow, constantly taking over my body!" The more terrified Shen Luo was, the more severe his hallucinations became.

"Then I'll have no choice but to break your wrist." Strangely enough, as soon as Han Fei finished speaking, Shen Luo unleashed his potential, briefly regaining control of his body and throwing the blunt knife hard to the first floor.

"Your cooperation makes me a little suspicious." Han Fei took out his phone for light, wanting to confirm Shen Luo's situation. He never expected to run into that unlucky guy here.

"I really am a victim. I just came here for treatment." The light dispelled the darkness, and Shen Luo sat on the stairs with tears in his eyes. His expression at this moment was hard to describe, just like someone who had had the wrong leg amputated by the doctor.

"See a doctor? They did call that person Dr. Bai just now." Han Fei looked out the window; Dr. Bai and the modified car were gone. "He's quite cunning."

“I don’t know the specifics either. I think it’s called Sunday Night School. I went to see a doctor, and then they dragged me into a class. I originally thought they were going to teach me health products, but who knew they would just take me to this place!” Shen Luo’s tears finally flowed down: “Ever since I quit the game, I’ve felt unwell. I’m so tired.”

"They're the Sunday night school students?" Han Fei felt that Shen Luo wasn't lying. He grabbed a student who was still able to move and placed him next to the corpse: "Tell me everything you know."

"Are you dreaming?" The man was very stubborn; even though his bones were broken, he didn't cry out in pain.

"They've all been brainwashed, each one more insane than the last," Shen Luo whispered a warning.

"If you're still so stubborn, then I'll have to think of another way." Han Fei gave him a tap on the head, then turned his attention to the others.

(End of this chapter)