My Healing Games

Chapter 784 The Case of the Strange Craftsman

After mentioning the name of the white tea, Han Fei looked at the old man beside him: "We're all in the same boat now, there's no need to keep it a secret any longer, right? Knowing our friends' capabilities will allow us to deal with dangers more effectively."

The old man was stunned by Han Fei's masterful acting skills. He thought for a long time, then tore off a leaf from the strange plant on his back and handed it to Han Fei: "I am a piece of waste that fell off when the gods were creating a certain work. I have no name, only a number 100. My body and soul are like a broken flowerpot, and the core is the flower growing on my back."

"Is the plant on your back a flower?" Han Fei didn't realize it at first.

“Yes, a flower that even the gods find offensive.” The old man didn’t continue the topic. He looked at Sister Hong warily: “We’ve both laid our cards on the table. What about you?”

"I'm just an ordinary woman from Red Alley."

"How could ordinary residents know so much inside information?" The old man clearly didn't believe it, but since Sister Hong wouldn't tell him, there was nothing he could do. He still had to rely on Sister Hong to get through the night safely.

The sound of running water in the bathroom gradually stopped, and Xiaozhu, who had changed into another set of clothes, came out of the room. Her emotions had stabilized a little.

"Thank you."

The thin body resembled a flower stem that could be easily broken. Xiao Zhu walked to the bedside and pried out two bone-carved coins from the stinking crack.

"Keep it for yourself. I'm not short of money. I usually feed this stuff to the dogs." Han Fei refused Xiao Zhu. Just as he was about to say something, a strange footstep sound came from outside. It seemed that the person was walking in the corridor wearing shoes that were full of water.

The people inside the room fell silent in unison and looked toward the door.

The person making strange footsteps in the corridor seemed to be looking for someone. He would randomly open doors to check, and if the person inside dared to resist, the shouts would quickly turn into screams.

Sister Hong gestured for everyone to stay still. She tiptoed closer to the door and peered through the crack. Several messengers in red raincoats staggered past her door.

Perhaps it was Han Fei's exceptionally high luck that came into play, because the red raincoat did not stop at their door.

"Those believers rarely come to the sixth floor. Has something happened?" Sister Hong only dared to voice her doubts after those people had gone far away.

"A messenger patrolling the streets outside?" Han Fei walked over as well. After seeing the water stains on the ground and the marks left by the raincoat, he immediately realized that the believer that Sister Hong was talking about was the messenger mentioned in the system notification.

"Believers are the most loyal fanatics of God. Sometimes I even suspect that they have no self-awareness and are just puppets controlled by some kind of force. But the most terrifying thing is that they usually behave like normal people. They only reveal their true colors when we blaspheme God."

“I understand now. Believers are the tools that the gods use to monitor this building.” Others cannot identify believers, but Han Fei can easily determine whether a person is a believer through the system’s identification function. This is another piece of good news for him: “In this building, as long as we don’t ‘anger’ the gods, we should be able to live well.”

Hiding and running away is not Han Fei's style; he wants to find a way out of this sinful land.

"It is unspeakable that all the sins and resentments are locked up here. Since he wants to raise poisonous insects, then let us devour the other evils and become the most poisonous one ourselves."

Sister Hong and the old man were only thinking about hiding, while Han Fei was preparing to make a big splash. This is the difference in their perspectives.

"Don't be impulsive," the old man reminded her at the right moment.

"Chaos is a ladder to ascent. There are no explicit rules or constraints here. As long as we are nimble and quick enough, we can completely make ourselves the new totalitarian regime." Han Fei's ambition burned like flames, making Sister Hong almost afraid to meet his gaze: "You and Xiao Zhu have been bullied a lot in this place. Have you ever thought that maybe one day you can bully others without restraint and torture all those who have tormented you to death?"

With a voice kissed by the devil, masterful acting skills, and Gui Fu's professional demeanor, it wouldn't be difficult for Han Fei to persuade Sister Hong: "If we cooperate well enough, I can help you become the new master of Red Alley."

To be honest, Sister Hong was really tempted. The numbness in her eyes faded a little. People struggling on the edge of life and death will always try their best to grab the straw on the shore.

"What do you need me to do?"

"First, you need to tell me who the restaurant's regulars are, and I'll find a way to get rid of them. Next, I need you to tell me all the information about the current owner of Red Alley." Han Fei's words were different from those of a criminal investigator in every way, yet they somehow inspired a sense of trust.

“The restaurant’s regulars aren’t on this floor. Zhu Wu often delivers food to other floors. There’s someone upstairs who really loves the meat he makes and even gave him an elevator card.” Hong Jie’s ambition was ignited by Han Fei, and she began to explain to Han Fei: “The owner of Hong Alley is quite special. You might not believe it, but what forced all the victims to sell their bodies was actually a piece of clothing.”

"Clothes?" Han Fei and the old man were both puzzled.

"At the deepest part of the sixth floor, there are several red rooms where a man with extremely ugly pockmarks lives. He is privately called a monster by the neighbors, but on the surface, everyone still takes good care of him because he is the most skillful tailor and craftsman in the area."

“The man with pockmarks was incredibly ugly, but he adopted an extremely cute girl.”

"As she grew older, the girl blossomed into a beautiful and charming woman. She was like a flower blooming in the mud, completely out of place with all the darkness around her."

"The tailor always protected the girl. In the eyes of the neighbors, the tailor cared for and loved the child immensely, giving her all the good things. Everyone thought that their relationship must be very good, a rare purity in this sinful land."

"But from a certain day on, that incredibly beautiful girl never appeared again. The tailor searched frantically everywhere, but he couldn't find his adopted daughter. He started to go crazy, and his personality became irritable and twisted."

"The neighbors were initially quite sympathetic to the tailor, but no one expected what happened next."

"A week later, late at night, Ma Zi's adopted daughter reappeared on the sixth floor. She was made into clothes and put on Ma Zi's body, so that she could never escape Ma Zi's control."

"Later, the neighbors finally understood that Ma Zi's love for his adopted daughter was abnormal and perverse, and that Ma Zi was the one who killed his adopted daughter's biological parents. He couldn't bear being separated from his adopted daughter, so in the end, he turned his adopted daughter into a piece of clothing."

"Many people knew about this. Those who were able to escape moved to other floors, while the rest became the Ghost Craftsman's prey. He completely regarded her as his adopted daughter and became the most insane and morbid monster on this floor."

"He was driven by desire, constantly repairing the human skin on his body. The dim red lights that could be seen everywhere in the red alley were not meant to create an ambiguous atmosphere, but only to cover up the scabs and bloodstains that could be seen everywhere."

Before Sister Hong could finish telling the story of the owner of Red Alley, a system notification sounded in Han Fei's mind.

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

"The Ghost Craftsman Case (Hidden Map Quest): He personally crafted countless items he liked, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not create love."

"Mission objective: Kill the Ghost Craftsman and destroy his new clothes."

Han Fei tapped his fingers lightly on the table and narrowed his eyes: "Kill that pockmarked man, and Red Alley will fall into our hands. This is something worth doing."

A handsome face, a calm tone, yet he uttered the cruelest words.

Han Fei touched the ghostly markings on his body. He had made his decision: "Sister Hong, lead the way. We'll go there now."

Without any detailed planning or strategy, Han Fei's decisiveness made the others in the room uncomfortable. They didn't know that Han Fei only needed to complete one task to exit the game, so they couldn't understand Han Fei's sense of urgency.

“There are other special beings in Red Alley, such as Zhu Wu, whom you met before. Wouldn’t it be too reckless for us to go there now?” Sister Hong hesitated.

"By the time they realize what's happening, it will all be over. If they don't obey, then let them become my new crime."

Han Fei gently opened the door, and Sister Hong and the old man followed him in. The three of them entered the intricate stairwell once again.

This place is like a maze; without the guidance of the locals, there's no way to get out, and you'll only get deeper and deeper into the maze.

After navigating several corners, Sister Hong pushed open a half-closed door. The room was filled with foul-smelling garbage, and in the corner were pieces of severed skin and a lot of loose hair.

“Go out the back door of this room, and you'll find yourself deep in Red Alley. People from other floors also go there to play.” Sister Hong’s voice trembled as she seemed to recall some terrible things: “To vent their desires and resentment, they try all sorts of horrible methods. That place is their paradise, and our hell.”

"All the trash should be cleaned up," Han Fei muttered to himself, the darkness and chaos of the skyscraper refreshing his understanding of the world.

The three entered the house and were about to walk forward when the old man at the back of the group suddenly turned around and stared at the corner of the wall: "What's that?"

Rotting garbage rolled on the ground, and a corpse that could barely be identified as human was actually moving.

Its chest was almost hollowed out, its body was covered with black and red mold, and its arms were noticeably longer than those of an average person.

After Sister Hong opened the door, its eyes were wide open, its pupils like broken glass balls, covered with a lot of cloudy matter, and it seemed like there was something else moving inside its pupils.

"This room is going to become a graveyard too, and soon it will be completely transformed into a monster." Sister Hong sighed, "There are fewer and fewer hidden passages left to use."

"Can't I even kill it?" Han Fei took out the Rebirth Butcher's Knife.

"It's no use. It's just a corpse. The more you provoke it, the faster it grows. It's impossible to kill it..." Before Sister Hong could finish speaking, Han Fei picked up the butcher's knife and chopped off the corpse's head.

To Sister Hong's surprise, a struggling shadow among the corpses was also shattered by Han Fei, turning into specks of white light that merged into the blade's gleam.

Those special molds and insects dissolved directly, and Han Fei thus eliminated the mutated ghouls.

"How did you do that?" Sister Hong's eyes were full of surprise. The cemetery was the most difficult room to deal with on the 50th floor of the building, but Han Fei could kill it with ease.

"This is another ability of mine." Han Fei felt the humanity being absorbed by the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade. In this extremely filthy place, there was still a glimmer of humanity.

This suggests that the body found in the cemetery was a decent person in life. Perhaps it was because they once had unwavering faith in the world that they were so resentful after death.

Passing through the empty room filled with garbage, Sister Hong stopped in front of a door covered in mold.

She tore off a corner of her clothes, used the scraps of cloth as padding, and pulled out a dark key from under a wooden board.

"You two pretend you forced me to come here, so be firm." Sister Hong tried twice and opened the door. Dark red light and scarlet mist poured out from the crack in the door.

After carefully wrapping the keys and putting them in her pocket, Sister Hong lowered her head and walked outside.

Piercing screams echoed from the rooms on both sides of the corridor, mixed with other sounds.

One by one, blood cigarettes were lit, and half-dead "guests" lay paralyzed in the corridor. They had wounds on their bodies, and their limbs and organs had been removed, but they seemed to feel no pain and continued to smoke the blood cigarettes until the reddish-brown mold covered their bodies.

"Is this what they call 'heaven'?"

(End of this chapter)