My Healing Games

Chapter 763: New Work "No One Survived"

"What did the old man say in his letter?"

The four people in the bedroom stared at the letter in Han Fei's hand. They were like sharks that had smelled blood, and they swarmed towards Han Fei.

"They want to hold a death art competition here, using this town as a stage, to select new core members from among us." Han Fei didn't hide anything; even if he didn't say it, those perverts would find out about it from other places.

"It seems we're lucky; becoming a core member is a dream for many people."

"I didn't expect to have such an opportunity after only three months of joining. It's great, I will do my best."

"The art of death? Isn't this what I've been searching for all along?"

The four people inside were rubbing their hands together, very excited. Various inspirations and ideas were already emerging in their minds, and blood vessels were appearing in their eyes.

"Don't be too optimistic, everyone. We arrived last and had the shortest preparation time. The best prey has probably already been picked by those who came earlier. If any of them are newcomers and cause a big commotion, the police might come over immediately, and we'll have to clean up their mess." The fisherman who called himself the Deep Sea Fisherman didn't rush to make a move. He went back to his bedroom and turned on the only television in the room.

The screen, filled with black and white static, flickered a few times before finally displaying a bizarre image.

A young girl's neck was slashed, and she was hanging from a cliff face with her legs tied to stones.

As time went by, the girl's body gradually tilted towards the black ocean.

"This must be the countdown. We need to finish the artwork before the girl dies." The homeless man squinted, staring at the girl's sensitive areas with a suppressed and terrifying gaze, like that of a wild beast.

"So how should we present our work to the judges? Should we record an explanation video? Or take photos and send them to a designated place?"

“It’s not that complicated. The core members should be in the town too. They might even be watching us all along.” Shen Hai seemed to know a lot: “You underestimate the core members. Those guys are freaks who crawled out of piles of corpses. If they didn’t have superhuman abilities and intelligence, they would have been caught by the Shanghai police long ago.”

“That’s right, then let’s not waste any more time.” The woman in the hospital gown was the first to walk towards the door: “Good luck to you.”

Among the group, she appeared to be the weakest, so after learning the rules, she decisively chose to leave as soon as possible.

Neither the homeless man nor Shen Hai stayed; in the end, only Han Fei and the middle-aged white-collar worker remained inside.

"Why didn't you go with them?" A well-dressed, sophisticated middle-aged man looked at Han Fei with curiosity in his eyes.

"I'm thinking about something. There are twenty people who were notified to attend the offline gathering. Where are the other fifteen people besides us?" Han Fei looked at the girl on the TV. This video was pre-recorded, not a live broadcast. The girl's fate was already sealed, and there was no need to go and save her.

"Who knows? Maybe they've already finished their work, maybe they're still looking for prey, or maybe they've changed their minds and didn't dare to come over." The middle-aged white-collar worker unbuttoned the top button of his collar: "People are very complicated. Not everyone has the courage to take this last step and embrace their true selves."

“People are indeed very complicated.” Han Fei, wearing a clown mask, turned to the middle-aged man: “You look very successful and should have a happy and fulfilling life. Why did you come to our gathering? This should be a place for the unfortunate. You seem a bit out of place.”

"Is that so?" Beneath the man's confident smile, a hint of coldness and impatience gradually emerged: "I received an elite education from a young age, and even into middle age, I was always the 'other people's child' that the neighbors talked about, with top grades and countless awards. But these are not what I truly want. I have always been bound in a gilded cage by my family. I am not their pet, nor their creation; I am a complete person."

The middle-aged man unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt, took out a pack of teeth from his briefcase, and showed it to Han Fei as if to show off: "I want to escape from that cage, but I don't have the courage to smash it, so I can only vent in my own way, such as using some special hobbies to distract myself."

Is collecting teeth your hobby?

“No, what I enjoy doing is pulling teeth out of living people’s mouths.” The man covered his mouth, his smile twisting. “They are bound hand and foot, watching helplessly as their teeth are pulled out one by one, screaming in agony, their bodies convulsing in pain, blood flowing from their wounds into their mouths. Once you’ve seen that scene, you’ll never forget it. It’s so captivating.”

The man pressed the bag of teeth against his chest and rubbed it vigorously, letting out a chuckle.

"That's lowbrow humor." Han Fei found it somewhat boring: "How many teeth have you had pulled? Or how many people have you killed?"

Hearing such a direct question, the middle-aged man's expression slowly returned to normal, and he reached into his briefcase: "Three people, but soon... it will become four!"

The middle-aged white-collar worker took out a vise from his bag and suddenly rushed towards Han Fei, swinging the vise to smash it down on Han Fei's head.

"If it's three, the death penalty would be more than enough." Han Fei seemed not to have realized what was happening and was still muttering to himself.

The middle-aged white-collar worker's eyes bulged out; he seemed to be picturing a scene of brains spilling out of his head, but the vise stopped on Han Fei's head.

The arm could not move down another centimeter; the middle-aged man's arm was being held tightly by a hand.

"Actually, after seeing the letter, I started thinking about a question. I want to be a core member of the death chat group, but I don't want to kill innocent people, so how can I create my own artwork?"

Han Fei slowly increased the pressure with his fingers, and the middle-aged man let out a scream as the vise fell to the ground.

"After seeing you, I know what I should do." Han Fei raised his head, revealing a chilling gaze beneath the clown mask: "You are also living people, you are also in this town, and the other nineteen of you are my creations."

"What do you want to do?!" The middle-aged man struggled desperately, but the difference in strength between them was too great.

“I will do what you love to do, show you what a real devil is, and teach you to respect others and have reverence for death.”

Han Fei showed no mercy, breaking the middle-aged man's hand bones, and this was just the beginning.

Covering the middle-aged man's mouth, Han Fei crippled his hands and legs, using techniques he had learned in the deeper world to make the white-collar worker experience real pain.

"If I pull out all your teeth, it doesn't look like self-defense at all."

Hearing Han Fei's words, the middle-aged man felt a little relieved; he was truly terrified.

"Then we can only leave it to fate."

Han Fei punched the other man in the mouth, and several bloody teeth flew out.

After carefully checking the wound and confirming that the other person would not die immediately, Han Fei wiped away his fingerprints at the scene, erasing all traces, and then walked outside.

"Everyone is preparing their own work, and I can't fall too far behind."

The Death Chat wants to select new core members from twenty candidates, which reminds Han Fei of the Paradise Game in Fu Sheng's Memory Shrine. Rather than creating the best work and handing over the judging rights to the Death Chat's higher-ups, he should eliminate the other nineteen people and firmly grasp the power of promotion in his own hands.

Han Fei thought this way, and he acted this way.

"Only by eliminating everyone in the death spread group can it be considered a true death spread group chat."

Wearing a bizarre clown mask, Han Fei almost blended into the darkness as he looked towards the alley in the distance.

A homeless man reeking of body odor was following a drunken couple. He kept his head down and occasionally glanced around. He seemed to be walking very slowly, but he was actually closing the distance between himself and the couple.

This pervert seems to prey on women. He suffers from severe mental illness, and when he gets close to the couple, he can't even hide his morbid and disgusting expression.

Clutching shards of glass he had picked up, the homeless man liked to use these discarded, dirty things to kill people. His favorite thing to do was to soil clean and pure things; the dirtier they were, the more satisfied he became.

Five meters, three meters, one meter...

The homeless man's attention was entirely focused on the couple, and he didn't notice that there was another man following him just fifty centimeters behind him. The two men's ability to stalk was completely different.

The homeless man smelled the alcohol and perfume on the couple. He let out a low breath, his eyes fixed on the man's neck, and then he raised the hand holding the shard of glass.

"I will treat your girlfriend well!"

A dirty hand came down toward the man's neck. The homeless man found the right angle, but before he could pierce the man's neck, he felt a tremendous force coming from behind.

The homeless man stumbled, and a shard of debris pierced the man's shoulder, causing him to crash directly into the man's back.

The drunk man screamed and jumped up in pain as his shoulder was pierced.

"You have no eyes!"

He roared at the homeless man in a rage, clutching his bleeding shoulder, and kicked him to the ground.

"This man just tried to stab your neck with glass, we absolutely cannot let him off easily!" Han Fei also walked over and stomped on the homeless man's wrist, breaking it.

The sound of bones breaking startled the drunk man sober, and then he saw Han Fei break the homeless man's arms and legs one by one.

In the middle of the night, a man wearing a clown mask suddenly rushed out and broke half of the homeless man's bones. Who wouldn't be scared if they saw this man?
"How about we just let it go?" The man backed away, moving his still-bleeding shoulder. "Look, I'm fine, just a few scrapes. If you hit him a little longer, the bleeding will stop."

Before the man could say anything more, his girlfriend quickly pulled him back. The two of them didn't dare to linger and ran faster and faster, probably not going out late at night for a long time.

"The residents of this town are quite kind; they actually spoke up for you." Han Fei squatted down next to the homeless man, smiling as he stared at him, before dragging him into a back alley.

"W-what do you want to do?!"

"Keep your voice down, or I'll kill you."

(End of this chapter)