My Healing Games

Chapter 769 Confession Bureau
The mirror on the ground floor of the workshop was too flimsy; it shattered before Han Fei could even get a good look at it. If he wanted to see those children, he would have to find a similar mirror in the deeper world.

"There is some connection between the real-world murder club and the Black Rain Zone in the Deep World. Those psychopaths call it a bridge, and the mirror is the key to building that bridge."

Han Fei and the blind old man walked out of the warehouse, and the two of them, one old and one young, carried a black umbrella and came to the dance studio in the back alley.

"Didn't you say you were very interested in growing flowers? Why do you suddenly want to learn to dance?" The old man touched the large lock on the dance studio and struggled for a long time before finally opening it.

"I said I liked planting flowers because the gardener was there. If I had dared to say no, she probably would have stuffed me into a flowerpot." Han Fei is still a little afraid of the gardener, that old man whose voice and size are so different, who exudes a very strange aura that is hard to fathom.

"You should find your true passion as soon as possible. Life is so short, don't wait until it's all gone before you regret it." The blind old man and Han Fei entered the dance studio together. "The gardener hasn't come back since you left, so you don't have to worry about running into her. Just practice dancing here. Dance can help you release your negative emotions."

"Won't the gardener be back anytime soon?" Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, his voice no longer so tense: "Grandpa, actually, besides learning to dance, I also want to ask you for some advice."

"I knew you had ill intentions. So, what is it?"

“I found a mirror in an underground factory. As long as you stand in front of it, the mirror can reflect your appearance when you die, and it can also reflect the wronged souls of those who died at your hands.” Han Fei glanced at the old man secretly, and seeing that the other man was not acting strangely, he continued, “That mirror seems to be related to the clubs in this area, so I wanted to ask if the mirror in our dance studio has a similar effect?”

"Yes, there is, but I've forgotten which mirror it was." The old man pointed to his eye socket: "I can't see it, so you'll have to find it yourself."

"How do I find it? By looking in every mirror? I remember that triggering a mirror requires reciting something."

“No need.” The old man shook his head: “Ordinary mirrors are inhabited by the souls of the dead, but that mirror hides your filthy self. If you look closely, you will find it is different.”

The old man placed his worn-out tape recorder on the ground and walked onto the stage: "I'll teach you a simple method: dancing in the dark can help you see yourself clearly."

"I don't quite understand what you mean, but I feel like you're trying to trick me into learning dance from you." Han Fei sat below the stage, watching the old man's every movement intently. Slowly, his soul seemed to be drawn in, and he became completely immersed in the old man's dance.

Behind each movement seemed to lie a memory; the old man seemed to have choreographed his entire life into a dance.

He used to dance alone in the dark, but now he has an audience below his stage.

"Life blooms like a flower, then withers at its most beautiful moment, returning to the earth..."

Countless souls appeared in the mirror, drawing closer in the night, laughing and crying together with the dance.

Han Fei didn't even know when the dance ended. It took him a long time to realize what had happened. By then, the old man had fallen on the stage, his chest stained with blood.

"Old man!"

Han Fei jumped onto the stage and moved closer to the old man.

"Don't worry, I won't die." The blind old man coughed violently, his mouth and neck covered in blood. "I'm just too old to jump anymore."

"You should rest well. If you have any regrets, tell me and I will fulfill them for you." Han Fei had always dealt with ghosts and monsters in the deep world, and his words were always about regrets and last wishes. Only after he finished speaking did he realize that the old man was not a ghost or monster.

“There are indeed many regrets.” The old man didn’t think there was anything wrong with what Han Fei said. He sat up with difficulty: “You have very poor talent for dancing, but you have a strong learning ability. You can memorize all the movements after watching it once. I want to teach you all the dances I know. After I’m gone, you can occasionally dance for the gardener.”

"Are you two a married couple?"

“I ruined her like that, how could I have the face to be her family?” The blind old man slowly moved to the edge of the stage: “The dance I just danced is called—Me. If you practice it a few more times, you should be able to find the most special mirror here through that dance.”

"Okay." Han Fei walked onto the stage, recalling the old man's every movement, but as soon as he started to move, the old man interrupted him.

"It's not about copying down every movement; that's what dance is. You have to incorporate your own understanding," the blind old man said solemnly to Han Fei, even though he couldn't see him at all.

Han Fei stopped and waved his hand at the old man's empty eye sockets; the man was indeed blind.

“If you want to find the most special mirror in this club, you have to face your true self.” The old man raised his head, his dark eyes staring at Han Fei’s back: “He has always been behind you, clinging to you, gnawing at your blood, and strangling your soul.”

"Can you please stop making it sound so scary?" Han Fei looked back several times, only to find that there was only a mirror behind him.

"Do you want to reconcile with him? Or do you want to kill him? Does he want to kill you? Or does he crave something from you? If either of you chooses the wrong option, then despair will surely engulf you again." The old man's eye sockets, devoid of pupils, remained fixed on what was behind Han Fei: "The gardener once said that the owner of this garden has been searching for the twin flowers. Legend has it that when the twin flowers bloom, the dark clouds will disperse."

"But isn't it true that only one of the twin flowers can bloom?" Han Fei's first film was Twin Flowers. When he was desperate, he set aside his identity as a comedian for the first time and tried to challenge himself with a thriller.

“That’s right, one flower will absorb all the nutrients from the other and bloom alone.” The old man touched his radio, pressed a button, and a strange melody came out of the dilapidated machine: “So I hope you can learn the dance I teach you, see your own heart clearly, and not make the wrong choice.”

A song Han Fei had never heard before played in the dance studio. He pondered the old man's words and began to dance again.

"I almost completely copied the old man's movements, but why does it feel so different from his?" Han Fei added all the skill points he had accumulated to his dance, raising it to the highest level. The next level is Master, but to break through to Master, you need not only skill points but also enlightenment.

“Your progress is indeed very fast, but you can only be called a dancer, and you are still far from being a dancer.” The old man stroked the stage and stared blankly at Han Fei’s back: “The name of this new dance is—I. It tells the story of a person’s life, from the first time he opened his eyes to see the world to the perception of death. It contains too many emotions, those things cannot be shown by technique.”

Han Fei had memorized the movements completely, but he realized that he seemed to be trapped in the constraints of the movements. This dance was the old man's past, not his own.

How should I portray my experiences?

The past is nothingness, and the memories of the future are shrouded in despair and darkness. Han Fei stands in the middle of it all.

"Perhaps I really should have a good talk with Kuangxiao." After coming out of the Paradise Memory Shrine, Han Fei had spoken with all the survivors, but he didn't bother Kuangxiao.

He can easily face anyone, but he struggles and wants to back down when facing himself.

The repeated dance movements formed muscle memory. Han Fei slowly closed his eyes, no longer fixated on finding a mirror, but instead sank his consciousness into the depths of his mind.

In Fu Sheng's shrine, Han Fei personally removed all the restraints from Kuang Xiao's body.

In the basement of the Shouxi Mirror Factory workshop, the mirrors of the Murder Club awaken maniacal laughter in reality.

The distance between the two of them had reached a point where they could no longer escape.

Han Fei's consciousness appeared at the entrance of the Crimson Orphanage. He saw figures inside the orphanage building, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't push open the door.

"I've been thinking about what the difference is between the two of us?"

"You keep laughing hysterically, but I can't even manage a genuine smile; you remember all the terrible and painful things from the past, while I only feel emptiness; you have a healing personality and are being used as test subjects by the two brothers at Immortality Pharmaceuticals, but I don't even know what my own personality is."

“Everyone seems to regard you as a madman and a taboo, but I know that without you enduring all the pain of the past, I would be the one who went mad, that’s indisputable.”

"You once asked me if I would like to be you?"

"I can become you, but can you tell me why a child with a healing personality would have the blood of thirty people on their hands at such a young age?"

What exactly happened that blood-red night?

"I've met several other souls with similar healing personalities, and they would never do such a thing!"

Han Fei's consciousness was swept aside by a wave, the bell in the Crimson Orphanage rang, and the figure standing in the classroom stopped in his tracks.

(End of this chapter)