My Healing Games

Chapter 764 Promotion
"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light."

The pastor, holding a crucifix, stood beside a pile of garbage in the back alley of Dolphin Bay, bending down to examine the body of a homeless man.

"His limbs were broken, bone fragments were embedded in his flesh. The assailant knew how to inflict maximum pain on him while ensuring he wouldn't be killed. What kind of masterpiece was that guy trying to create? While there have been cases of people harming their companions before, it's rare to see someone as targeted and ruthless as him." The cross in the priest's hand was sharpened to a very fine point. He gently pressed his left hand against the homeless man's eyes, while his right hand held the cross high, as if preparing to stab it into the man's mouth.

“Hey…” A deep voice suddenly rang out in the darkness at the end of the alley. The priest felt as if he had seen a venomous snake flicking its tongue. The muscles in his back tensed instantly, and he stood facing the back alley.

"Why are there vultures stealing other people's prey?" Han Fei stepped out of the shadows. After beating the homeless man half to death, he was about to leave when he noticed a passerby behaving strangely.

It's not really that strange. The pastor only appeared once in the crowd on the street when Han Fei entered Dolphin Bay, and then "coincidentally" walked by quite far away after Han Fei dragged the homeless man into the back alley.

Appearing near Han Fei twice in a row, most people probably wouldn't have realized something was wrong, but Han Fei was just too perceptive.

He pretended to leave, using the homeless man as bait, and the pastor fell for it.

"Are you here for the art exhibition too?" Han Fei felt he had said enough, and he was ready to act immediately after the pastor nodded.

“I will be responsible for recording and observing, and summarizing your creative process for the reviewers.” The pastor slowly put away the cross: “You can consider me an outsider.”

“Outsiders don’t prey on others. If you want to ruin my work, then become part of it.” Han Fei said as he walked forward, closing the distance between them before the priest could react.

"I am a senior member of the Death Chat group, you can't lay a hand on me."

"I've already joined the death chat group, and you're still talking to me about rules?" Out of respect for the senior members, Han Fei took out his baton and swung it forcefully: "It seems your daily prayers have been effective. Your god has brought you to me. I'll wake you up."

The letter Han Fei received didn't specify who he couldn't attack. The entire Dolphin Bay was a stage for a "death art exhibition," and Han Fei wasn't going to let anyone who entered the town go.

The pastor never expected to encounter a "contestant" like Han Fei. He hastily picked up the cross to resist, but he underestimated Han Fei's strength.

Two sharp sounds echoed in the back alley; the first was the crucifix breaking, and the second came from inside his arm.

"Judging from your voice, you have a bit of osteoporosis."

Han Fei treated everyone equally, showing no leniency just because the other party was a "staff member." A few minutes later, the "corpse" on the garbage heap became two.

"There may be unspeakable beings in the Black Rain region. I have never fought against the truly unspeakable, nor do I know their abilities or the impact they can have on reality."

"For now, I'll consider the worst-case scenario: those core members might receive some small gifts from the deeper world, like the woman wearing the Grim Reaper mask, which could block my blade. So I can't be careless."

As night deepened, Han Fei's hunt continued.

Wearing a terrifying clown mask, he wandered the darkness like a ghost. Not to mention normal people, even the other members of the death chat group were a little afraid of meeting him.

……

Kerosene lamps lit up the dock, and the ugly Deep Sea squatted on a fishing boat, with a father and daughter trapped in a huge fishing net next to him.

“I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. My last work was too cliché. Pure cruelty and gore are not the criteria for judgment. Understanding death is.”

With a sharp slash, the fish-killing knife cleaved open a live fish from the deep sea, slicing it into pieces. Undeterred by the fishy smell, the fish was put directly into the mouth and chewed.

"It's almost dawn, we have to make a decision."

Smash the fish's head, Deep Sea took the knife and walked to the fishing net. He squatted down next to the father and daughter's faces: "I can kill you both, but now I want to give you a chance to live."

"Please spare my daughter! She's so young! I'll do anything you ask!" the fisherman pleaded with the monster before him, his daughter already crying in fear.

“Did I ask you to speak?” Deep Sea held the fish-killing knife to the fisherman’s eyes: “If your daughter kills you with her own hands, I can let her live alone, and vice versa. I’m also looking forward to seeing the expression on your face when you kill your own daughter.”

With a ferocious expression, his deep-sea mouth split open, revealing crooked teeth: "This is my last act of mercy."

He released one of the fishermen's arms, pulled the fisherman's daughter's upper body out of the fishing net, and then gave them a small knife to scale the fish.

“Kill the other one, and the remaining one can live; otherwise, you will all die.” Deep Sea’s white eyes stared at the father and daughter. If they made the slightest move, Deep Sea would act immediately: “Hurry! Don’t keep me waiting too long!”

Neither the father nor the daughter laid a hand on the girl. The girl kept crying and could barely hold the knife. The father had no intention of killing at all; he would rather die himself.

"I'll give you ten more seconds." Shenhai scraped the deck with his fish-killing knife and began the countdown, while the father and daughter grew increasingly pained and tormented.

"10, 9, 8..."

The sound of the deep sea seemed like a death knell. The fisherman finally made a decision. He gestured to the girl with his eyes that she should escape, while he himself would fight the deep sea.

The fishing net bound the father and daughter. If the fisherman wanted his daughter to escape, he had to pull her legs out of the net first.

"7, 6..."

He shouted and pretended to swing a knife at his daughter, but actually wanted to use the knife to cut the fishing net on her leg.

Shen Hai watched the struggling father and daughter, his smile growing even more excited. He didn't stop them, but stared at his daughter's pale face: "Your father is completely unprepared right now. Kill him, and you can live."

The countdown was almost over, and the fisherman hadn't even cut all the nets yet, but the deep sea was already behind him: "4, 3, 2..."

Just as they were about to count to one in the deep sea, a strange noise suddenly came from the side of the boat, and five wet fingers clung to the fishing boat.

Water droplets fell, and a clown mask appeared beside the fishing boat. Wet black hair clung to his face. Han Fei climbed out of the sea and onto the fishing boat.

"I searched the whole town but couldn't find you. So you were hiding here."

His skin, pale from being soaked in seawater, coupled with his cold and emotionless words, made Han Fei look like a wronged water ghost who had died in Dolphin Bay.

"You...swam over here?" Deep Sea felt a strange fear. He didn't know why this madman wearing a clown mask would target him. As an old man who had attended several "offline gatherings", his reaction was also extremely decisive. He threw the fish-killing knife at Han Fei, and then jumped into the sea without blinking, without wasting even a second.

"Tsk."

Han Fei headed towards the spot where the ship had jumped overboard in the deep sea, and rescued the father and daughter from the fishing net along the way.

"Thank you, thank you." The fisherman and his daughter were both excited and scared after escaping death, and they dared not get too close to Han Fei.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Han Fei looked out at the dark sea, but the deep sea had disappeared from sight.

"Starting today, I will also undergo intensive swimming training, and I cannot make the same mistake twice."

It was almost dawn, and Han Fei had one last thing to do: he told the fishermen to set sail back to Dolphin Bay as soon as possible.

While resting on the boat, Han Fei helped the girl bandage her wound. Once he reached the shore, he left without saying another word.

Walking along the dark street, Han Fei took out a plastic bag from his pocket, which contained several cell phones, including the pastor's.

"Based on the conversation logs of these 'staff members,' their base should be in the vicinity."

During his search for the deep sea, Han Fei killed several more "staff members" and used the information they left behind to determine the location of the lair.

Han Fei kicked open the dilapidated door and went down the rusty metal ladder.

This is a shady shop that illegally slaughters dolphins and rare fish. The shop owner is probably also a member of the group chat that spreads the death.

"Dolphin Bay used to be a dolphin conservation demonstration area, but now they even sell dolphin meat. However, not all of this meat is necessarily dolphin meat."

Humming a song, Han Fei held the baton covered in bone fragments and bloodstains and stepped on the stinking ground.

He stepped forward and finally pushed open the innermost door.

At other times, participants who arrived at Dolphin Bay for the offline gathering stayed inside. Some were sitting, some were lying down, some were panting, and some were already cold.

"Why are you alone?" A man with a large beard and a strong smell of dead fish asked in surprise, "Where is the person who brought you here?"

"No one led me here; I found my way here myself." Han Fei took out a plastic bag, shook it a few times, and the cell phones fell to the ground.

Upon seeing the phones, the expressions of the people in the room changed, and the bearded butcher became serious: "No one brought you here, so how are you going to present the creative process of your work? Did you film your work?"

"No." Han Fei dragged the baton in his hand on the ground: "Because my work is not finished yet."

"What do you mean?"

"My new work is called 'No One Survives,' which means you all have to die." A hysterical laugh came from behind the clown mask, and Han Fei rushed into the last room with a baton in hand.

Brutal, cruel, and desperate – these are the kinds of things people in death-spreading group chats are best at, but they never imagined they would experience them themselves one day.

“I am fundamentally different from you because I have experienced the deepest fear and despair, so I will not let others experience such emotions casually. I know how to restrain myself and reflect, and I am prepared to be killed myself while killing.”

Han Fei grabbed the bearded man by the neck and lifted him high. He stood in the middle of the black market, surrounded by the dead members of the chat group whose limbs had been broken.

With a flick of his wrist, Han Fei tossed the bearded man into the stinking pool, then took all the "staff's" phones and began to grade himself and write about the creative process of his work.

After he finished writing everything, he pressed the send button.

“To become a core member, you need the consent of the other core members. Even if you kill us all, it won’t work.” The bearded man lay by the pool, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at the clown mask. He was the group leader of a death-spreading chat group and had seen many perverts, but no one had ever given him such a chilling sense of fear.

"It doesn't matter. I just received an invitation to attend an offline gathering. At least I had a lot of fun tonight."

At the same moment Han Fei sent out the information about his work, hurried footsteps could be heard from an abandoned building in the northern suburbs of Shanghai.

The door, secured with five combination locks, was pushed open, and a man wearing a raven mask stepped into the darkness.

"The Grim Reaper is being watched by the police. Should we kill her beforehand?"

“I’m not here today because of her. Dolphin Bay received a special artwork, so perhaps we need to add another chair here.” The man wearing a raven mask sat at the table, where a faint light shone in the darkness. Several strange masked figures sat on either side of the long table.

"What kind of work would satisfy you?" One of the men, wearing a guinea pig mask, asked with a hint of curiosity.

"The monthly offline gathering of the Death Spreads Group Chat was held at Dolphin Bay this time. I personally selected twenty new administrators to participate. One of them hunted down twenty-two people in one night, and all of them were contestants."

"Even if he kills himself, there are still twenty people participating, not enough for twenty-two."

"Including the judges in charge of recording, and the manager of Dolphin Bay, he scored all the works himself. In all these years, I have never seen such a crazy person." The man in the raven mask placed the reports from different "judges" on the table. All of these reports gave full marks and the wording was the same, obviously written by the same person.

“I can understand killing all the competitors, but taking out the referee too, isn’t that a bit too twisted?”

“The core members haven’t been added for a long time. The more pathological he is, the more he meets that person’s requirements. I think he’s very suitable.”

"His appearance was too sudden. This person is very unsafe. Could he be a member of the police?"

"Would the police really kill twenty-two people?"

"He wrote the report himself. Maybe he didn't kill those people, he just controlled them."

The crow and the guinea pig were arguing when a woman wearing a queen's mask raised her hand: "A new butterfly has appeared. We need more living people who seek the dead. I think he's quite suitable."

Upon hearing the word "butterfly," everyone looked towards the other side of the long table. At the far end of the table, there were two empty seats, and no one dared to sit down.

“I also agree to let him join. After all, it’s rare to see someone so crazy, cruel, and intelligent. However, Guinea Pig’s concerns are valid. I think we can give him a temporary core member status, and then we can get to know him slowly. Once we truly understand him, we can let him know our secret.” Next to the man in the raven mask sat a young man wearing a pure white mask, who appeared to be just an adult.

"Then it's decided." A harsh, grating laugh came from behind the raven mask as he stood up and walked out of the room.

(End of this chapter)