My Healing Games

Chapter 792 He is the protagonist I chose

Seeing his anxious appearance, the other police officers, apart from Teacher Li Xue, were somewhat puzzled, feeling as if Han Fei was being forced to investigate the case by something.

"Actors these days have such high awareness."

The administrator and Li Xue's senior brother also entered the archives. They were puzzled to find that Han Fei went straight to a cold case from fifty years ago.

"Fifty years ago, even butterflies probably hadn't been born yet. Why would he be investigating those cases?"

The group exchanged glances, but Li Xue's teacher remained silent. He watched Han Fei's figure moving among the file shelves and seemed to see himself many years ago.

"You all go out, I'll stay with him."

The old man struggled to maneuver his wheelchair. He wanted to go to a compartment at the very back of the archives, a place where only a very few people were supposedly qualified to enter, and even the archives administrator didn't know what was stored there.

“I feel like the teacher is acting a bit strange today.” Li Xue patted her senior brother on the shoulder: “How has the teacher’s health been lately? He used to be resting, but since he met Han Fei, he has left the hospital several times.”

"Not too good, not too bad." Li Xue's senior brother's facial expression didn't change much, but his eyes dimmed slightly: "Xiao Xue, do you still remember when you were punished for violating discipline and sent to work at the old town police station?"

"How long has it been? Why are you bringing this up?" Li Xue's personality has changed drastically compared to before: "But then again, if it weren't for this incident, I probably wouldn't have met Han Fei."

“It was the teacher’s idea to assign you to the police station in the old town. The time and place you arrived were determined after dozens of simulations.” Li Xue’s senior brother no longer concealed anything and slowly said, “From the beginning, your mission was to meet him.”

Every chance encounter is a premeditated arrangement.

"Did the teacher know Han Fei a long time ago?" Li Xue wasn't a child, and she wasn't angry about being deceived, but rather a little surprised.

"I don't know." Li Xue's senior brother looked into the depths of the archives, where the lonely old man refused to be accompanied by anyone and entered the room where top-secret documents were stored alone.

Han Fei was unaware of what was happening outside. He quickly flipped through the past murder cases in Shanghai, racking his brains to the limit, trying to remember as much as possible.

"found it!"

"The 'Lamb Cooking Case'! The murderer specifically targeted women returning home late at night. According to the later investigation, it was discovered that the food the murderer prepared was provided to the villagers of Pig Village. This case also led to another extremely heinous murder case—the 'Delicacy Case'! A strange man who claimed to be a gourmet had ordered a large amount of food prepared by the murderer in the 'Lamb Cooking Case'. The two maintained a special tacit understanding. The murderer in the 'Lamb Cooking Case' did not know the gourmet's identity, only that the other party was very rich and had abundant funds."

Unsolved cases, bizarre cases, and cases within cases—Han Fei was completely immersed in those files, and time passed by unnoticed.

"The burning at the stake case, the Night Demon case, the psychological hypnosis case, the Butterfly case, the Joker case..."

The clock on the wall chimed again and again. Han Fei rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

Having watched from five in the morning until noon, Han Fei needed to organize the memories in his mind and take a short break.

The sheer intensity of memorizing is already overwhelming, especially when the things he was watching were extremely depressing and heinous murder cases.

"Are you tired? Have some water before you go on." The old man's slightly weathered voice came from behind Han Fei, and this legendary figure from Shanghai handed Han Fei a glass of water.

"Thank you." Han Fei picked up the water to drink, but suddenly realized that only he and Li Xue's teacher were in the huge archive room. He twitched his nose and noticed a faint fragrance in the water. He stopped the glass when it was almost to his lips: "Where is everyone else?"

“I sent them out first to prevent you from being disturbed.” Seeing Han Fei’s keen perception, the old man gave a gentle smile, a smile rarely seen on his face: “Drink it, there’s no poison in the water.”

"Grandpa, you're being too polite. How could I possibly doubt you?" Han Fei put down his water glass and continued reading the case file.

"Actually, I'm very curious, what motivates you to investigate cases?" The old man sat in a wheelchair, his loose clothes completely covering his somewhat atrophied arms and legs.

"I just want to live." Han Fei flipped through the new case—the Dead Building Case, in which a family of seven was murdered, and some of the bodies have not yet been found.

"Live on..." After hearing Han Fei's reason, the old man seemed to think of something: "If one day your death could save many innocent people, would you be willing to give up your own life?"

"It depends. After all, I'm just an ordinary comedian, and I don't have any grand ambitions."

"So, you might choose to give up on yourself, right?" The old man smiled faintly. "It's a kind of luck that I met such an interesting child as you when my life was coming to an end."

"Lucky? You don't know me well enough. Many colleagues don't want to work with me, and I'm not good at handling interpersonal relationships, so I'm often isolated." Han Fei was telling the truth; in the industry he works in, he often ends up being the only one left.

"Like those actors who are jealous of your talent?" The old man's eyes narrowed slowly, his lips moving slightly. "Or are you talking about other butchers and psychopathic killers?"

Han Fei's hand, holding the case file, froze in mid-air. He turned to the old man and asked, "Grandpa, have you misunderstood something?"

“If I had any misunderstandings about you, I wouldn’t have said you were my student in front of everyone.” The old man leaned back in his wheelchair. “I still have many things to do, but time is running out. I won’t force you to sacrifice or dedicate yourself. I just hope you can stay true to yourself and not be changed.”

"Why are you suddenly saying these things?" Han Fei sensed that Li Xue's teacher was acting strangely today. Ever since the old man revealed information about the garden's owner, his health seemed to be deteriorating.

“You get more talkative as you get older.” The old man took out a worn-out file folder from his pocket, inside which was a black bracelet. “I’ve forgotten who gave me this bracelet. I only remember that it was very important. I used to receive messages from it occasionally, but I don’t know when it stopped lighting up.”

The old man touched the bracelet with some difficulty; it contained a message: "If you think he's not right for you, then kill him. Remember, kill him completely, at all costs!"

"Who sent the message? And who is he referring to?" Han Fei took the bracelet from the old man's hand. When he saw the message, he had a very special feeling. The tone and manner of the other party's speech were very similar to Fu Sheng's.

"It's not important anymore." The old man handed the file folder to Han Fei along with the bracelet. "Take this bracelet. If you ever receive a message from it again, remember to say hello to him for me."

The old man spoke as if he were reciting a will. He raised his hand and gently patted Han Fei: "Go in the direction you believe is right. Don't stop, and don't look back."

Holding the file folder, Han Fei felt he couldn't quite understand the old man. Just as he was about to say something, the door to the archives room was suddenly pushed open.

"time to eat."

The administrator came in to deliver the meal and happened to see the old man and the young man sitting like statues among rows of file shelves, each lost in their own thoughts.

"You two really do look alike."

Reading case files is not an interesting thing, but Han Fei and the old man can spend an entire day in the archives.

From sunrise to nightfall, Han Fei reviewed decades of heinous murder cases in the old city and smart new city of Shanghai. He memorized information on the vast majority of the perpetrators and victims. Now, returning to the skyscrapers would be much easier for him. Understanding each person's personality weaknesses and emotional deficiencies would allow him to address their specific needs.

"It's time to go." Han Fei's brain had been working overtime for a long time, and he was going to enter the skyscraper for an even more thrilling escape later that night.

After closing the case file, Han Fei had walked from the outermost edge of the archives to the innermost part, next to which was the top-secret room that even ordinary police officers could not enter.

The door to the room was half-open, and a beam of light shone out from inside.

Han Fei looked at the sternly worded warning sign on the wall and the triple-locked identity verification lock on the door, and ultimately did not go into the room. (For the latest and fastest chapters, please visit Qidian.com.)

The Shanghai police trusted him greatly, and he didn't want to betray that trust.

After stretching their bodies, Han Fei and Li Xue left the headquarters together.

About ten minutes later, Li Xue's senior brother and the administrator entered the archives room. They stopped at the door of the top-secret room and said, "Teacher, Han Fei has already left."

"I understand. You can all go out now. I want to stay here by myself for a while."

The door slammed shut, and the old man locked himself in the room. He knew all the items there and the location of every document. This most secluded room was one he had built himself.

“Since he has chosen to trust me, I will help him keep this secret forever.” The old man took out a key, opened the cabinet door, and took out a document in a specific order.

Opening the file bag revealed a series of photos of Han Fei holding a black metal box.

In addition, there are numerous analyses of Han Fei.

"Before Fu Tian passed away, he had tried to enter this place many times, but I always felt that the person who asked me to protect Han Fei was not him."

"Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to investigate the Crimson Orphanage of Immortal Pharmaceuticals and can't give that child a real answer."

The old man threw the documents in his hand into the shredder, then pressed a switch on the wall, which, after identity verification, destroyed all the documents in a cabinet in the corner.

"The person I forgot asked me to look after him, yet he told me very seriously that if I felt he wasn't suitable, I should kill him immediately. This guy I forgot is truly ruthless." The era that Teacher Li Xue experienced was almost over, and he shook his head slightly.

How could I bear to kill the protagonist I chose with my own hands?

After the last document was destroyed, the old man seemed to have no more worries. He looked at the only window in the room and at his reflection in the glass.

A cold wind blew through the old man's loose clothes, revealing a dark list of crimes hidden beneath his skin, more than ten times the number of Ji Zheng's. The names of the murderers overlapped and intertwined, as if etching the boundless darkness of night onto the old man's body.

"There are no criminals in the world that can be caught, and justice may not even exist. So-called fairness may just be because someone is willing to risk their life to defend the rules."

"That kind of person is definitely stupid, but I have never regretted it."

(End of this chapter)