My Healing Games

Chapter 750 This is too explicit
Before the police arrived, Han Fei used some techniques he had learned from the Deep World to pry open the mouth of one of the students.

The so-called Sunday night school is a very special organization. The teachers in it were all students themselves. They are based in the suburbs and spread like a virus.

At first, this group of people only communicated verbally and never took any real action. But as the course progressed, they started with small animals and gradually shifted their focus to living people.

Just like the welcoming ceremony that Dr. Bai prepared for Shen Luo, they initially tortured and killed bad people. After their inner injustice and anger were vented, they unknowingly fell into the trap woven by "Dr. Bai" with their hands stained with blood, breaking the bottom line of humanity step by step and turning into monsters.

These psychopaths all have their own identities during the day; they are just ordinary people most of the time. Only on Sunday nights do they shed their disguises and reveal their true selves.

Sunday night school provided them with a reason to kill. There was no need for coercion. Many of them became addicted after attending one "practice class" and looked forward to Sunday the most every day.

The end of everything, the beginning of everything, they are also in the endless cycle of reincarnation, stepping into the bottom of the abyss.

Each teacher is responsible for several students. These ordinary students are just monsters and cannon fodder trained by the night school. To truly unveil the mystery of Sunday night school, one must find a "mentor".

Only instructors at that level know the true secrets of Sunday night school.

After repeated confirmation, Han Fei sat among a group of perverts. Most of the trainees had never "hunted" independently and were still in the theoretical stage. Each time, they were led by a "mentor" and worked together on a case.

"No matter what, they've all been involved in the murder, and they'll probably spend the rest of their lives in jail." Han Fei looked through the interns' clothes and phones. He really couldn't imagine that among these perverts, some had happy families, some had just become fathers, and some were even model citizens who had received awards. Their current appearance was a stark contrast to the idyllic photos on their phones.

While browsing through his phone for clues, Han Fei had only intended to look around casually. However, when he came across the barbecue restaurant owner's phone, his eyes narrowed slightly; he had made an unexpected discovery.

"What is this?" Han Fei placed a text message that looked like gibberish in front of the barbecue restaurant owner. The background of the gibberish was a club, except that a split head was embedded in the center of the club.

"I don't know." The barbecue restaurant owner lay on the ground. Han Fei had hit him too hard; now he could only move his neck and mouth.

"Why isn't this text message on your wife's phone? And you've been attending other events behind her back?" Han Fei checked other people's phones and found that the "artist's" phone also had similar messages.

Compared to the barbecue restaurant owner, the artist was even more deeply involved. After completing his new work, "Looking Down on People with Dog Eyes," he immediately photographed it and sent it to the club through some special information transmission channel.

"You not only attend Sunday night school, but you're also a member of this club? You're so busy!" Han Fei pressed the "artist" to the ground, intending to interrogate him about some things, when the artist's phone screen suddenly lit up, and he received a new message from the other party.

It was still that peculiar club icon, and the other party sent him a review and rating.

"The work 'Looking Down on People with Dog Eyes' scores 1.5. It is ostensibly art, but it is crudely made in every way. It is a mindless venting of inner anger and a complete desecration of death. This work cannot be included in the exhibition. However, you can exchange it for a visit and a free drink. Please use it before dawn tonight."

Han Fei had just finished reading the reply when the message instantly turned into gibberish, leaving only the background icon.

"Death has a rating? These people are so weird!" Han Fei used to live in the old city. Because he was poor, he rarely went out and mostly stayed at home playing games, which was also the leisure activity of most people in the city.

Before Han Fei could react to the touch of the screen, the garbled text on the message was reassembled into an address and then automatically deleted.

"No. 17, Corpse Bay, North Suburbs?"

Han Fei searched online but couldn't find the address. He had no choice but to continue using the virtual identity permissions provided by Huang Ying to perform a deep search, and finally found a place called Shishui Bay.

Shishui Bay is located at the northernmost part of Xinhu, adjacent to the undeveloped Huhai North. The water conditions are complex, with many cliffs and precipices. The area has been abandoned for almost thirty years.

"That place is indeed an excellent location for murder and hiding a body."

Han Fei wanted to continue searching, but his virtual identity permissions were suddenly replaced, and the webpage returned to normal.

A few seconds later, Huang Ying called through his encrypted phone: "Han Fei, did you use the access I gave you to see some inappropriate information?"

"I just checked the address."

"Gone?"

"That address seems to be the meeting place of the murder club."

“No wonder…” Huang Ying said a little embarrassedly, “Recently, the checks on virtual permissions have been very strict. The permission I lent you belongs to my dad. I myself am not qualified to break through the information cocoon woven by the AI ​​for the time being.”

"Did he revoke the authority?"

"Yes, he also told me not to leave the smart city area recently, saying that something big is going to happen in Xinhu." Huang Ying called to tell Han Fei this information: "The two tech giants have started to make various arrangements. The chaos is really about to begin. You should not run around recently and should accept the protection of the police."

"Okay, I got it." Han Fei hung up the phone, but the address was still on his mind: "The artist sent the other party his work, and the other party told him that he had been granted an opportunity to visit the site, and reminded him to go before dawn."

Han Fei has already reported the incident to the police. In addition, with Dr. Bai escaping, the people at Sunday Night School and the Death Club are likely to get wind of it. The address he obtained may only be useful tonight.

"There's a club on the map Du Jing showed me, but that's a map of the Deep World..." With various questions in mind, Han Fei finally made a decision: he would go to Shishui Bay right now.

After tying up the barbecue restaurant owner, Han Fei stuffed his and the artist's phones into his own pockets and prepared to go downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Shen Luo hurriedly followed.

"Do I need to report to you where I go? You should be thinking about how to explain this to the police. If you're not careful, you might be mistaken for one of their accomplices."

“I’m really innocent. I didn’t mean to point the knife at you just now.” Shen Luo showed the butterfly scar on his arm: “Ever since I got this scar, I’ve felt like there’s a monster trying to come out of my body. It’s a giant butterfly, covered in malice, feeding on my inner fears. The more I resist, the happier it is.”

"A butterfly scar?" When Han Fei sent Shen Luo away, he was still quite normal, at least mentally healthy, but now his condition is clearly seriously problematic: "How did you get a butterfly mark on your body?"

"I don't know either! I feel so wronged! Really! As soon as I logged out of the game, I received hundreds of weird private messages, and someone even sent me a package full of bugs. My neighbors all think I'm abnormal." Men don't easily shed tears, but Shen Luo felt incredibly wronged until he was truly heartbroken.

Han Fei stared at Shen Luo. He also felt that Shen Luo was not lying, but all the other players were fine, so why was it that only Shen Luo had a problem?

However, considering Shen Luo's special constitution, Han Fei understood. Perhaps after the dream's consciousness shattered, it randomly wanted to attach itself to someone and just happened to choose Shen Luo.

"Butterflies are flying around in my head, and I keep hearing hysterical laughter. I feel like I'm being driven to the edge of a cliff by two of the most terrifying demons. I wouldn't be so desperate if I weren't completely out of options." Shen Luo said helplessly. He has now become the target of many perverts.

“You showed your face on the live stream across all platforms, and you have this butterfly wound on your body, so it’s normal that you’re being targeted by those lunatics. They probably think you’re someone else.” Han Fei could roughly understand why Shen Luo attracted the attention of so many perverts.

"Yes, and some even call me master. The thought that they might be a psychopathic killer makes me feel disgusted and my scalp tingles."

Seeing Shen Luo in such a sorry state, Han Fei felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know what Kuang Xiao had done to Shen Luo, nor did he know that Kuang Xiao and Shen Luo had met in Fu Sheng's shrine. He even thought that he had been giving Shen Luo personality surgery so much that he had broken her defenses.

“You have the butterfly mark on you, it’s not safe to leave you here alone. That Dr. Bai might not have gone far.” Han Fei didn’t dare leave Shen Luo here alone. After thinking for a moment, he said, “You’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, how about I take you to relax?”

"Where should we go to relax?" Shen Luo looked at Han Fei expectantly. "I really want to go home, but it seems like there are ghosts in my house. Maybe I should do something and go to jail."

"I'll take you to a great place, a club that few people know about, where they play really high-stakes games." Han Fei took the barbecue restaurant owner's car keys and led Shen Luo downstairs.

"Really?" Shen Luo followed Han Fei downstairs: "It wouldn't be good for us to go there now. There was just a murder here. We don't want to lead the police there."

"It's okay, I'm very familiar with the police." Han Fei patted Shen Luo on the shoulder, took out his phone and called Li Xue, telling her about the photos and model of the modified car, as well as the situation here.

After giving his report, he got into the barbecue restaurant's car and had Shen Luo sit in the passenger seat.

"Do we really have to go?" Shen Luo was still a little uncertain, but he really needed to relax right now. His nerves had been on edge the whole time, and he was about to collapse.

"of course."

The vehicle started, and Han Fei drove directly towards the more remote northern suburbs, following the navigation.

After running for half an hour, there were no lights on either side of the road, just pitch black. Shen Luo had been holding back the whole way, but finally couldn't help but ask, "Han Fei, are you sure you want to take me to relax?"

"Yes, we're almost there, don't rush."

"The club you mentioned, is it the same club I imagined?" Shen Luo gripped the seatbelt, a little nervous.

"I don't know if it's the same or not, but there are some very explicit and risqué performances there," Han Fei said with a smile, completely calm.

"I never thought you were this kind of person... I don't have any money with me, and I lost my phone. Could you lend me some money?" Shen Luo asked in a low voice, but Han Fei didn't reply. He drove the car onto a side road.

The night air carried a faint fishy smell; they were very close to Shanghai.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and the navigation system completely stopped working.

After passing through several intersections, Han Fei, following various clues on the road signs and thinking from a peculiar perspective, figured out a way and finally stopped at an abandoned resort near the bay.

Calling it a resort is inaccurate, as there is no trace of human life here anymore, and many of the once luxurious buildings are now abandoned.

"We're here." Han Fei handed the barbecue restaurant owner's phone to Shen Luo: "Cover up the butterfly wound. Your current identity is the barbecue restaurant owner. You're a pervert."

"What do you mean? Role-playing?" When Shen Luo looked up again, he found that Han Fei had changed his expression. The morbid distortion in his eyes was almost overflowing. He was obviously not a good person.

"Please don't do this, I'm a little scared..."

"Stay close to me." Han Fei didn't waste any words and led Shen Luo into Shishui Bay.

They passed by buildings and finally stopped in front of an abandoned hotel.

Even though it has been abandoned for a long time, you can still vaguely see the hotel's former luxury and splendor. It must have been a place where only the truly wealthy would come to play.

"Is this the place called number seventeen?"

As they entered the hotel, the dim light shone on Han Fei and Shen Luo. The wall to their left was covered with all sorts of masks, while the wall to their right contained unopened isolation gowns and protective suits.

"Why are there two of them? Shouldn't it be one person?" A shrill voice came from not far away. A man dressed in strange black clothing, wearing a parrot mask, walked out of the room. "Never mind, just choose your masks and come down with me. If you're worried about getting your clothes dirty, you can wear protective suits. Will you use your own tools, or will we provide them?"

What can you offer?

“Any.” The parrot-man let out a grating laugh. He casually kicked a cabinet next to him, and a pile of torture instruments fell to the ground. “If you’ve chosen, come on over. You’re lucky; you’ve caught the last one before dawn.”

The parrot-like man led the way, and Han Fei found a handy dagger. Only Shen Luo remained standing there, clutching Han Fei's clothes tightly: "Where did you bring me?!"

"What's wrong?" Han Fei expertly brandished his short sword. "Didn't you want to see an explicit performance?"

(End of this chapter)