My Healing Games

Chapter 788 The Sinful Collector

Han Fei currently has two elevator cards. One is the No. 11 elevator card that he swiped from the chef, and the other is so badly damaged that only one "9" is legible on the card.

"A calamity ghost has appeared in the Red Alley on the sixth floor. If our murders and arson are exposed, we can pin the blame on it. This can be considered a reasonable use of the disaster."

After changing out of his blood-soaked clothes, Han Fei led the two special residents to the elevator lobby on the sixth floor.

Previously, this place was guarded by Rusty Elevator members and was one of the busiest and most dangerous places on the floor. Whenever the indicator light on the elevator lit up, everyone would get nervous because no one knew what would come out after the elevator door opened.

But now the elevator lobby on the sixth floor is empty, all the elevator lights are off, and all the elevator doors are tightly closed.

"The cleaner told us to go to the tenth floor. We'll use the 'disaster ghost' as an excuse to talk to the cleaner on the rusty staircase on the tenth floor." Han Fei tried the old elevator card a few times, but the elevator didn't respond. His heart was beating faster and faster, and the monster running out from behind the door was getting closer and closer to him.

"Should we go to the tenth floor to ask for help?" Fat Dog had a very bad impression of the rusty stair cleaners: "Those guys are all rats blinded by profit; they would never risk their lives to help."

“I’m not planning to ask them for help. I want to take over the tenth floor.” Han Fei still doesn’t know how to leave the skyscraper. He has limited energy and it’s difficult to find a way out on his own, so he needs more people to help him: “Soon, another force will emerge in this building and establish new rules.”

Hearing Han Fei's ambitious words, Sister Hong was a little worried: "Although I have never seen a god, I can guess from the words of those devout believers that the real rule-makers are the gods, and we are just tiny insects struggling in his palm."

"So what if it's an insect? Haven't you ever seen a poisonous insect that can kill people?" Han Fei suppressed his unease, took out the elevator card he got from the chef, and entered elevator number eleven.

After swiping the card, the rusty elevator doors slowly opened, revealing a spotless interior, as if a monster were licking up the trash and bloodstains inside.

Fat Dog was too big, so Han Fei told him to stay outside while the others followed him into the elevator.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, an extremely oppressive feeling welled up inside me, as if I were stuffed into a fish's mouth, sliding down its intestines and wriggling, with every nerve in my body resisting.

The numbers on the display screen inside the elevator changed very slowly. Han Fei dared not relax for a moment, but often, the more you fear something, the more likely an accident will happen.

When the number changed to 9, the slowly ascending elevator suddenly stopped.

A few seconds later, the elevator doors creaked open by themselves, revealing a long, dark, and gloomy corridor without any lights.

"Someone pressed the elevator button on the ninth floor, but why isn't he coming over?" The old man and Han Fei hid behind Li Rou, neither daring to make a move.

"I remember this floor was quite ordinary. There were no organizations like Red Alley, nor any gambling dens. It was a relatively safe floor." The elevator lights shone outside, and Sister Hong pressed the close button as quickly as possible. As the elevator doors slowly closed, she took out a small mirror for touching up her makeup from her bag.

Just before the elevator doors closed, she kicked the small mirror away.

Han Fei instantly understood what Sister Hong wanted to do, and his eyes were fixed on the mirror.

Through the mirror, Han Fei and Sister Hong saw a horrifying scene. Right next to their elevator stood a grotesque figure with its mouth and eyes torn apart!

The man's entire face was about to fall off, but he was still smiling silently, which was very creepy.

The elevator continued to ascend, and Sister Hong wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: "Did you guys just see that? There's a weirdo standing outside the elevator!"

"Is it the Deformed Ghost?" If his health wasn't so low, Han Fei would have liked to touch it so the system could identify its basic information.

"A normal person would have died long ago if their face and stomach were ripped open like that!" Sister Hong was still terrified. "Shouldn't the elevator on the ninth floor be guarded by the rusty elevator cleaner? How come there's a deformed ghost standing at the door? Could it be that the gods have been asleep for too long, and all sorts of terrifying things in the building have started to appear?"

"This is good news for us too." Han Fei nodded subconsciously.

"I've never heard any bad news from you." The old man sighed. It's good to face problems with a positive and optimistic attitude, but to face monsters and perverts with the same attitude is just too optimistic and a bit too much.

The dilapidated elevator number 11 finally came to a stop, and the rusty elevator doors opened to both sides, casting a dim yellow light on the faces of the group.

"This floor is quite lively."

The tenth and ninth floors are only one floor apart, but they feel like two completely different places. The ninth floor is gloomy and deathly quiet, while every corridor on the tenth floor is lit up with lights, and you can hear vendors hawking their wares, arguing, and footsteps.

The fact that people can argue means there is a certain order and rules. In Red Alley, there is no arguing at all; if there is a dispute, it will lead to life and death.

"We have some conflicts with the believers in the building, and we'll need you to lead the way later." Han Fei and the old man changed into the clothes of the building's residents to cover their faces.

Sister Hong is very reliable. She found the rusty stair cleaner on the tenth floor for Han Fei in just a few minutes.

"You're Bai Cha? I don't care what happened in Red Alley. If you want my help, you'll have to see how sincere you are." A skinny man with shifty eyes looked at Han Fei impatiently, feeling that Han Fei had ruined his plans.

"A calamity ghost appeared on the sixth floor, and everyone died."

"What does that have to do with me?" The skinny man blew on his empty palm, as if there was dust there that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Take me to see the boss of your rusty staircase on the tenth floor. All of this is yours." Han Fei casually tossed over a bag containing bone coins. After the skinny man looked at it, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"I'll take you there right away, but let me warn you first, that guy has a terrible temper." The skinny man was very happy. He didn't know that Han Fei was giving him money to save his life. The last person who had taken his money had his ashes scattered.

Walking out of the fairly bustling hallway, the tenth floor was indeed more crowded than the other floors, with most of the people having moved from other floors. This also shows that the tenth floor manager is very capable.

Pushing open the hidden door around the corner, Han Fei quickly saw the other side of the tenth floor. In the dark, a large number of skeletons were piled up haphazardly. The flesh on their bodies had been scraped off, and everything usable had been looted.

"What an exquisite, greedy, and selfish place." Han Fei's goodwill towards the tenth floor vanished completely.

“Yes, those who aren’t selfish can provide flesh and blood for the selfish on the tenth floor, and we’ll respect them, for example, by enshrining their names, before we can comfortably suck their marrow.” A hint of mockery appeared on the skinny man’s face: “So, would you rather be a selfish person or an unselfish one?”

"I am willing to be a fair person."

"What fairness is there in the world?" The thin man scoffed at Han Fei's words.

“Yes, for example, everyone dies.” Han Fei smiled. This skyscraper was a gathering place for the most sordid aspects of human nature, and he already knew what to do.

"You're a comedian, aren't you? You're really good at telling jokes." The thin man opened a door in front of them, and soft light shone on the floor tiles, revealing a luxurious and clean room.

Fifty floors below a skyscraper, this was the first time Han Fei had ever seen a room like this.

"Zhang Shu, how can you be so rude to your guests?"

The curtain was lifted, and a neatly dressed man walked out from the inner room, holding a complete child's skull in his hands.

"Hello, the cleaning lady who was killed by the calamity demon asked me to come to the tenth floor to find a night watchman with a camera before she died. That night watchman should be the key to killing the calamity demon." In order to complete the mission, Han Fei took the initiative to reach out to the other party, but the other party did not even look at him and kept examining the child's skull.

Using his artistic appreciation skills, Han Fei discovered that the size of the skull and its bone age were seriously mismatched, as if a child's head had been locked in an iron box since childhood, and while the body continued to grow, the head did not develop normally.

"Your skull is indeed rare, but something made with external force can't be called a work of art. To the people on the 50th floor, it's just a cheap trinket." Han Fei glanced at it briefly and then gave his assessment.

Upon hearing his collection described in this way, the man immediately turned his head, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"You like collecting, right? If you can help me..." Han Fei leaned closer to the man and whispered, "I can get you rare items from the top fifty floors, as well as works that contain divine power."

"A work imbued with divinity?" The man's eyes widened. He told the others to stay outside and led Han Fei into the inner room.

Behind the curtain were various bloody and cruel collectibles, which the man proudly showed off to Han Fei: "These are all collected by myself, but unfortunately there are too few people on the tenth floor who understand me. You can see the problem with that skull, so you must also like collecting, right?"

“Some people collect victims’ clothes, some collect organs and skulls, but I like to collect sins. I want to turn all those criminals into specimens and list all their crimes.” Han Fei’s smile was gentle, and anyone would see him as a refined scholar: “You were a bit impolite outside just now. Now it’s just the two of us in this room. Do you think if I kill you, they will avenge you?”

Before the man could react, he saw a huge monster crawl out of the ghostly markings on Han Fei's back, its mouth full of soul poison opening in front of him!

"Did you know that when a corpse soaked in soul poison is burned to ashes, your ashes will have a special luster that is so black it shines? That's a very precious collectible."

Han Fei stared at the man who kept shaking his head, his smile unchanged: "As a collector, I think no one can resist the temptation of black ashes, right?"

(End of this chapter)