My Healing Games

Chapter 781 Twisted, Deformed, and Sinful
Han Fei didn't want to go too far from the first floor, but every time he was about to enter the corridor, the old man would stop him.

Those seemingly safe stairwells seemed to harbor an intense killing intent, as if anyone who entered would be killed.

The great evil within the ghostly markings constantly warned Han Fei, making it seem as if there was no safe place in the entire building.

"We can't go any higher; those messengers will be back soon."

Han Fei vaguely heard footsteps coming from downstairs. At this moment, he and the old man had already arrived on the fourth floor.

Looking inside the building, one sees crowded residential rooms, various small shops from decades ago, dental clinics, pharmacies, and unmarked gambling dens, among other things.

The ground floor of this skyscraper perfectly corresponds to the city's bottom floor, or it could be described as the bottom floor of an era.

Walking here is like stepping into the old city of Xinhu decades ago—dilapidated, dirty, crowded, and with extremely poor public security.

"There's no time left, let's just hide on this floor."

“The number four isn’t very lucky. Many buildings don’t have a fourth floor.” The old man shook his head, goosebumps rising on his neck, his body growing increasingly cold. “Go up a little further.”

The stench in the air grew stronger, as if it were coming from a mixture of mud and meat.

Led by the old man, Han Fei arrived at the fifth floor. White banners hung in the corridors of this floor, and a large number of white cloths were pasted on the walls, covered with tearful accusations.

The gist seems to be related to the sixth floor. The people on that floor are making it impossible for the residents on the lower floors to live normally. Many families have been broken up, children have become orphans, and even babies have been abandoned.

The passage between the fifth and sixth floors was blocked by a lot of debris, but if you look closely, you can find a narrow path that is barely passable in the pile of debris.

While Han Fei and the old man were hesitating about whether to hide on the fifth floor, a door in the fifth-floor corridor suddenly opened.

Even when pushed open very carefully, the old metal door still made a sound, and a moment later a clean-cut man quietly walked out of the house.

He seemed to be worried about waking his family and neighbors, so he moved very quietly.

"These are the residents of the building? They don't seem to have anything special about them, just like normal people?" Han Fei had thought the building was completely occupied by monsters, but the actual situation was different from what he imagined. The fair-skinned man was just an ordinary person, with desire and greed in his eyes.

The old man and Han Fei quietly hid to the side, observing from the shadows.

After slipping out of the room, the fair-skinned man carefully climbed onto the pile of clutter. Like a bee attracted to a flower stamen, he moved aside the garbage blocking his way and secretly ran from the fifth floor to the sixth floor along a small path.

"This guy is like a fly that's seen carrion; he's definitely up to no good."

The old man gestured for Han Fei not to meddle and to find a place to hide, but Han Fei stared in the direction the fair-skinned man had left and said softly, "Let's follow him."

"What do you want to do again?"

“He looks weak. Maybe we can kidnap him, hide in his house first, or change into his clothes and face, and then move around the building as his identity. That would be safer.” Han Fei casually revealed his plan. His flexible thinking and versatile approach shocked the old man. This young man was clearly a repeat offender.

Following the fair-skinned man, Han Fei and the old man also made their way to the sixth floor through the gaps in the pile of debris.

The odor in the air not only did not dissipate, but became even more pungent, as if the aroma of food, the smell of decay, and the smell of cosmetics were mixed together, making people nauseous.

The lights on the sixth floor were dim, and not the normal white or yellow, but an ambiguous dark red.

"This floor looks much more lively than the other floors." Han Fei squatted down and stuck his head out from around the corner.

The fair-skinned man seemed to be in an abnormal mental state; his hands were touching each door, as if he were examining the marks on the door panels.

As he passed a dark room without any lights on, he suddenly stopped, took something out of his pocket, and slipped it through the crack in the door.

A few seconds later, the dilapidated door was opened, and a snow-white arm reached out from inside, hooked around the neck of the fair-skinned man, and pulled him into the house.

"Did you see that?" The old man pointed nervously to the spot where the man had disappeared. "There's a big worm living in that room. What looked like its forelimbs were just stretched out."

Hearing the old man's words, Han Fei frowned slightly. It seemed that what he and the old man saw was different. It seemed that what the old man saw was the true appearance of the monster.

"Grandpa, we've been through thick and thin together, we've even risked our lives together, I still don't know how to address you."

"No comment." The old man was terrified of Han Fei, always feeling that Han Fei was up to no good, and he dared not tell Han Fei his secrets.

"I'm really not a bad person, you can completely trust me." Han Fei knew that saying more would be useless, so he didn't insist.

An old man and a young man entered the sixth-floor corridor and stopped at the door of the room where the fair-skinned man had disappeared.

After the man entered the originally dark room, a dim red light was lit at the door, and the odor in the air became much stronger.

"This floor reminds me of a place I lived in when I was a child—just as messy, just as dirty, just as disgusting." The old man glanced into the depths of the corridor.

Some of the rooms had their doors open, and were covered in mold, being used as dumping grounds for garbage.

Some rooms have been converted into corridors, and opening a door in one room might lead to another place.

"It stinks." Han Fei stared at the crack in the door. Shortly after the fair-skinned man entered, some water seeped out from under the crack, mixed with dark red bloodstains.

"Why don't we hide here? I see there are a lot of empty rooms on this floor." Han Fei took a few more steps inside. There were a lot of shoe prints and mud on the ground, and filth was everywhere on the walls. At the intersection of the three corridors, there was a rotten wooden sign with two words written on it in paint: Red Alley.

Around the sign were torn underwear, ripped hair, and some rotting pieces of meat.

Han Fei didn't want to go in, but at that moment, an old-fashioned elevator next to a corridor made a sound, and it seemed that people from other floors were taking the elevator over.

"Hide!"

Before the elevator doors opened, the two hid in an empty room next door. They crouched behind a pile of garbage and carefully observed the outside world.

The old elevator, which kept creaking, slowly came to a stop. The rusty sliding elevator door was roughly opened, and a burly man wearing a pig-face mask and a chef's uniform stepped out. He was dragging a huge black suitcase in his left hand and carrying a bright red, exquisite lunchbox in his right.

"Damn, it's so hot!" The man's chef's uniform was covered in brownish stains. His voice was extremely rude, and his arms were deformed, with his left hand being noticeably thicker than his right.

The man, cursing under his breath, dragged his suitcase into the red alley. He didn't linger outside the lit room, but kicked aside various objects on the ground and walked directly to the next corner of the corridor.

Then the sound of the door being opened rang out, followed by a woman's scream.

The other person's mouth seemed to be forcefully covered, and the screams gradually subsided, but could still be faintly heard.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the E-level quest - The Case of Cooking Lamb."

"The Case of Cooking Lamb (Hidden Map E-Rank Quest): Demons always have ram horns. It is the demons who are tempting me. None of this is my fault. Please forgive me."

"Attention! Completing all tasks in the hidden map will double your experience points! It will also randomly trigger unique reward items specific to the hidden map!"

After entering the skyscraper, Han Fei triggered his first mission, and he took out the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife from his inventory.

"Domestic violence? Or something else?"

The two quietly left their hiding place and followed.

The corridor turned into another long corridor, and the interior of this floor was like a maze, intricate and complex.

"Is this the room?" Han Fei gripped the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

The small room contained two wooden beds with dirty and smelly bedding, and moldy clothes were scattered on the floor.

On the wooden table was a bowl of half-eaten rice, chopsticks lying on the ground, and a broken woman's sandal next to it.

"What about people?"

Han Fei arrived as quickly as possible, but the cries had already ceased.

"There should be other paths in this room."

The thought had barely crossed Han Fei's mind when he heard the bathroom door open, and a woman wearing only an oversized shirt walked out.

She was holding a cigarette, probably in her thirties, with lightly permed hair, a wound on the corner of her mouth, and a numb look in her eyes that carried a hint of disgust for everything.

When the woman saw Han Fei inside, she frowned. She glanced at the slightly ajar door and strode over: "You didn't even know to close the door before coming in?"

She closed the dilapidated security door, casually turned on the dim red light above the door, and then lay back down on the smelly, tattered bedding: "Two people mean two prices, and the old man is no exception."

"Besides you, there should be another girl in this room. Where is she?" Han Fei looked at the woman. The middle-aged woman was wearing two intact shoes, but there was one shoe lying on the table. Considering that there were two wooden beds in the room, the one who was hurt by the chef should be another girl.

"Oh, so you're a regular customer of Xiaozhu's? She's gone to another floor."

"I saw a chef walk in just now." Han Fei's voice turned icy and frightening, his tone filled with murderous intent: "Where did he take that girl?"

"You've already seen it all, why are you asking me?" The woman stubbed out her cigarette and unbuttoned her shirt. "I know you're too scared to go to the chef, so come on, give me all the anger, insecurity, and hatred in your heart."

Han Fei ignored the woman and pushed open the bathroom door, which was filled with all kinds of garbage, emitting a stench.

He then opened the kitchen door, and the room behind the door was transformed into a passageway leading to another long corridor.

Dark red lanterns hung above the doorway, and a blind vendor huddled in a corner, selling all sorts of strange and unusual things.

If you keep walking, you can see a small restaurant in the distance that has been converted from a residential building, with a sign advertising various meats.

The enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the stench from the corridor to create a strange, unpleasant smell—neither foul nor pleasant, just nauseating.

"Don't go looking for your own death!" Seeing Han Fei about to go over, the middle-aged woman quickly chased after him, grabbed him, and closed the kitchen door: "Which floor did you come from? Do you even know where you are?"

"If we delay any longer, that girl might not be able to be saved." Han Fei gently pushed the middle-aged woman away. He left the old woman in the room and walked through the corridor filled with various odds and ends, stopping in front of the small restaurant.

The wooden signboard looks very old, the menu is yellowed, and all the items in the restaurant have been used until they have a patina.

"Is anyone here?" Han Fei stared intently at the kitchen. After he spoke, a strange noise came from inside the restaurant.

A dozen seconds later, a burly man with a kind and honest appearance walked out of the kitchen. He was wearing a brand-new chef's uniform and had a simple, wooden smile on his face: "Sorry, we've run out of meat. But we also have a delivery service. Tell me your address and I'll deliver it to you in a bit."

"Then I'll wait here." Han Fei felt like he'd seen the man's face somewhere before. He racked his brains for a long time, and then his pupils suddenly contracted slightly.

In order to investigate Fu Sheng's past and understand what kind of person he was, Han Fei painstakingly reviewed nearly fifty years of case files in Shanghai.

Decades ago in the old city of Xinhu, there was a vicious case of murdering women who returned home late at night. After the police identified the murderer, he mysteriously disappeared. At the time, many people suspected that he committed suicide out of fear of punishment. The photo accompanying the case file was of the man in front of Han Fei.

"The case of cooking a mutton? How could there be a case from fifty years ago in this building?"

Han Fei stood there, looking around at the passageway, a crazy guess popping into his mind.

"The Black Rain region has existed for an extremely long time, and its inhabitants are contemporaries of Fu Sheng. They have experienced many things, and some of them were even the masterminds behind them..."

Hundreds of murders, large and small, over the past fifty years, reveal the extreme distortion of human nature, and it is possible that they all took place within this building.

All the wrongfully killed were imprisoned, and all the resentment gathered together. Just thinking about it made Han Fei's scalp tingle.

(End of this chapter)