My Healing Games

Chapter 766 Longevity Mirror Factory

"You were looking for me?" Cai Bao froze on the spot. She never expected that Ye Xian would walk through the crowd specifically to find her.

Being so close to his idol left Cai Bao a little dazed. Ye Xian in front of him seemed like an angel, while he, dressed as Han Fei, did look rather ordinary compared to him.

"The song you just played was so special. It was like being in hell but still looking up at the stars. I could almost see a group of people chasing after the faint light, struggling in the mud, holding torches, trying to illuminate the darkness," Ye Xian exclaimed, praising you repeatedly.

Cai Bao felt a little embarrassed. It had been Liuli Cat singing the whole time, and she hadn't sung a word. But Ye Xian had been staring at her the whole time he was saying those things, as if the good singing was all her doing.

"I think you have great potential, and I look forward to meeting you in the finals." Ye Xuan gently extended her hand to Cai Bao, without any airs. "You must also be a new Shanghainese, right? Let's have a good chat offline sometime."

"Okay, okay." Cai Bao was a little flustered. She was just filling in for Han Fei to go through the motions, but who knew she would attract Ye Xian's attention.

In fact, Ye Xian wasn't the only one at the scene; many other people in the hall were also staring at her. Their gazes were incredibly strange, carrying both the fervor of die-hard fans and a hint of fear and apprehension.

It seems that Cai Bao has also gained its own fans, but these fans all have very strange personalities.

"Then see you in the finals." Ye Xian took Cai Bao's hand. "By the way, I've always been curious, why did you choose such a name for yourself?"

"My character is a sea king who has lived for 300 million years... He's very sunny and happy every day." Cai Bao was very nervous because it was the first time so many people were staring at him, and he even stuttered a little.

"Hehe, you're really interesting. We can keep in touch more often in the future." Ye Xian let go of his hand and walked with his manager towards the other side of the passage.

Once inside the passage, Ye Xuan's expression under his mask changed completely, without a trace of a smile.

She opened the communicator in the game and said with some doubt, "There can't be such a coincidence in the world. I put on the angel mask, and their group is called Devil and Cat. Everyone just happens to be in Hall 7. That sunny boy should be the sunny boy from Dolphin Bay last night. But why did he deliberately approach me?"

“No one would be foolish enough to expose their identity in the gray area. This should just be a coincidence. Those two sunny boys are not the same person.” A man’s voice came through the communicator: “What you need to do now is rest well and stop overthinking.”

"How can I not overthink things? The watchdogs of Xinhu have their eyes on me, the club people want to kill me, and I even feel like the assessment task they gave to Sunshine Boy is to take me down." Ye Xuan's voice was completely distorted, very different from her usual voice, as if she had become a different person.

"Don't worry, the Sunshine Boy went on a rampage in Dolphin Bay last night and didn't leave until dawn. But the Sunshine Boy who participated in the singing competition stayed in the virtual singing room all night, which shows that they are not the same person," the man on the other end of the communicator reassured him.

"I hope so..."

In Hall 7, outside the corridor, Glass Cat led Vegetable Bun by the hand and ran into the lounge.

“Cat, it seems we have our own fans now!” Cai Bao recalled the looks in the eyes of those “enthusiastic fans” below the stage: “So this is what it feels like to have fans. I’m not quite used to it yet.”

“Although I don’t know exactly what happened, I have a feeling that things are not good.” Liuli Cat gestured for Caibao to sit down: “You are impersonating Han Fei. He is seen as a thorn in the side by many serial killers in Xinhu, who want to kill him as soon as possible. We’d better be careful.”

With a hint of apology in her eyes, Liuli Cat grabbed Cai Bao's hand: "I'm sorry for dragging you into this. You just need to play the role of Han Fei and don't reveal your true identity to anyone."

"I understand. In our line of work as virtual idols, the biggest taboo is being exposed." Cai Bao has a very good personality, which is why she was able to become friends with Liuli Cat.

"Be careful what you say and do." Liuli Cat poured Cai Bao a drink: "There are still two preliminary rounds today. I hope everything goes well."

After resting enough, the Glass Cats left the Paradise Opera House with the Vegetable Buns, without trying to hide their whereabouts.

"Cat, it seems like we're being followed," Cai Bao whispered. She secretly looked back and saw players with death flowers tattooed on their bodies mixed in with the crowd, like a fishing net that was slowly tightening.

"Don't look back, keep going north."

"The north? That's a jungle! There are very few players there."

"It's okay, just listen to me." Liuli Cat held Cai Bao's hand, and the two continued walking forward as if they hadn't noticed they were being followed.

After they passed through the woods, all the people following them had disappeared, as if a man-eating monster was hiding in the woods.

The leaves rustled, and all around was deathly silent. Cai Bao felt an indescribable sense of suffocation, and she quietly glanced back.

Behind a large tree stood a doctor dressed in blood-stained clothes, who seemed like a nightmare or a vengeful ghost.

Cold sweat broke out instantly, and by the time Cai Bao tried to get a better look, the blood doctor had already disappeared.

"Don't be afraid, that's a friend of my friend," the glass cat gently comforted the ruffled vegetable bun, its gaze fixed on the other side of the city.

……

At 5 p.m., Han Fei, who was still taking a nap, was woken up by Huang Ying's phone call.

"Han Fei, I discovered a special group of players in 'Perfect Life'. They were all tattooed with withered flowers. They were lured out when Sunshine Boy and Glass Cat took the stage to perform."

"So fast?" Han Fei was somewhat surprised. "I thought I would have to wait until I appeared on the final stage to lure them out, but I didn't expect them to be so impatient?"

"Who are they?"

"A group of madmen and perverts active in the gray area, who worship death and killing, and are skilled in mind control and torture." Han Fei had nothing to hide from Huang Ying, the two being the best partners: "I was curious before whether those guys would also play Perfect Life. Now that we've lured them out, many things are much easier to solve."

With his talent for summoning spirits, Han Fei can do things in the deeper world that he can't do in reality.

All he needs to do is gather the identity information of those people so he can try to pull some members of those three criminal organizations into the Deep World. Then he will let those people know that there are many things in the world more terrifying than death.

"So that's what you were planning." Huang Ying hesitated for a moment: "I accidentally killed them all today."

"It's okay, these are just small fry, the big fish are yet to come."

"You're starting to sound more and more like a villain."

"You killed everyone and you still call me the villain?" Han Fei was speechless. However, in the hearts of Perfect Life players, Huang Ying was indeed a hero to all players. He risked having his top-tier account deleted to "save people" and won the respect of the players.

After discussing a few more things, Han Fei hung up the phone and looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky.

"Is it going to rain?"

As night fell, Han Fei walked to the window and looked at the raindrops on the windowpane.

"The old town on a rainy day is very similar to the Black Rain area in the Deep World, giving me a strange sense of familiarity."

The promotion ceremony for the Death Spreads chat group is tonight. The thugs demanded that Han Fei arrive at the Shouxi Mirror Factory before midnight. He was preparing to leave early because he needed to come back to play games that night.

After checking his equipment, Han Fei waited until 8 p.m., when it was completely dark, before leaving the residential area.

The rain that blanketed Shanghai was getting heavier and heavier. There were very few pedestrians on the streets today, and the weather was starting to get cooler.

Riding a rented motorcycle and wearing a black raincoat, Han Fei evaded the city's surveillance cameras and drove straight to the suburbs.

Once he was alone, he put the clown mask back on.

"The Shouxi Mirror Factory was abandoned thirty years ago. It is said that the factory manager and his entire family died in the factory in a very strange manner. Their bodies and mirrors were fused together."

Han Fei recalled the information about the Shouxi Mirror Factory. That place was considered very unlucky; many people who had used their mirrors had health problems. Even though it was in the suburbs, it was a forbidden area, and even homeless people dared not approach it.

Rain streamed down his mask as Han Fei sped along the highway like a bolt of lightning. While most people were rushing home, he headed towards the most remote places.

"Strange? Why is the car navigation system malfunctioning? Why is there no signal here?"

When they were still a kilometer away from the Shouxi Mirror Factory, Han Fei's phone and motorcycle malfunctioned: "The atmosphere tonight is completely different from yesterday. Will a core member like Butterfly come to give me a final assessment?"

Thinking about this, Han Fei felt it was better to be cautious. He left the area, called Li Xue and Huang Ying to inform them of some things, and only then did he dare to re-enter the abandoned building complex.

As Han Fei drove past rows of unfinished buildings and dilapidated houses, his unease grew stronger.

"Someone is watching me in the dark."

Without slowing down, Han Fei continued forward, showing no sign of anything amiss, and drove directly to the Shouxi Mirror Factory.

The factory occupies a considerable area, and many of the machines are still there. However, the equipment that was originally used to make mirrors has now been transformed into killing tools by those madmen.

A rumble of thunder sounded, and Han Fei parked his motorcycle at the factory gate. He pushed open the rusty iron gate and entered the factory compound.

The ground was uneven, and there were several deep pits filled with murky rainwater.

Lightning flashed across the night sky, and the brief flash allowed those inside the house to see Han Fei.

Wearing a black raincoat and a clown mask, he stood alone in the dark and oppressive rainy night.

"Oh!"

Heavy chains fell to the ground, and a man wearing a crab mask opened the door to the factory workshop, followed by a dwarf wearing a tiger mask.

The two men stared intently at Han Fei as if he were a corpse. They didn't utter a single word throughout the entire process, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Even from a distance, Han Fei could smell the blood on the two men. The blood had seeped into their hair and pores, and it was difficult to remove with commercially available shower gel.

The torrential rain lashed the factory buildings relentlessly, and the thunder drowned out the noise of the machines running. It seemed that all those meat grinders were made for Han Fei.

"Are you trying to intimidate me?"

Han Fei strode into the factory, and the man in the blue crab mask released the chains in his hands, causing the heavy iron gate to close again.

A faint firelight illuminated the room, and broken mirrors were placed throughout the workshop, allowing the person being "executed" to see their miserable appearance from any angle.

“Sunny Boy? I hate your name, it sounds like a clown.” A hoarse voice came from behind a meat grinder, and a young man wearing a vulture mask appeared in the workshop: “The probability of a senior member being promoted to a core member is only one in ten, so you don’t need to think you’re special. There are many people who come in here, but very few of them leave alive.”

"The person in charge of the death spread group chat is Crow. Isn't he coming tonight?" Han Fei was not intimidated by the terrifying atmosphere in the workshop at all.

“If you successfully become a core member, he will naturally come over.” Vulture stared at Han Fei with his cold eyes and patted the machine running beside him: “But if you fail, this will be your final destination.”

"Enough with the nonsense. If only we could skip the tutorial like in the game." Han Fei walked directly towards the vulture: "Tell me how the ritual is performed?"

"Let's see how long you can keep up this arrogance!" Not only the vulture, but also the blue crab and tiger in the workshop had a cold glint in their eyes, like hungry wild beasts.

After opening the safety valve, Vulture led Han Fei to a simple elevator, and together they entered the workshop's basement.

Just like Corpse Bay, the area beneath the workshop has been set up as a stage, which is probably one of the usual meeting places for the Murder Club.

The two walked past various modified torture instruments and came to a wall.

The vulture lifted the curtain, revealing a huge mirror hanging on the wall facing the stage.

"This mirror is the key to your advancement. It reflects your own death, and it also reflects all those you have killed. Those who died unjustly will keep appearing behind you, climbing onto your back one after another, merging into your body." The vulture, with a morbid devotion, gently touched the mirror's surface. "Endure that pain, and you will advance; otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt something sticky on his fingertips. Turning his head, he saw that the mirror seemed to be bleeding.

(End of this chapter)