My Healing Games

Chapter 798, Number Two

The fact that Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals was willing to treat children with serious mental illnesses free of charge was widely reported by the media at the time, and no one thought of anything else.

The trafficked children were physically and mentally devastated. They were used as tools from a young age, and these children happened to meet the requirements of certain experiments conducted by the Immortal Pharmaceuticals.

Under the guise of treatment, they experimented with all sorts of "treatment plans" on those children.

Some of the children had their physical injuries completely healed, but their minds became increasingly twisted. One of the cards in the Joker case was a victim from that time.

Under extreme pressure, the victims became even more brutal perpetrators.

These extremely confidential information were only gradually deduced by the police in recent years due to technological advancements. Unfortunately, too much time has passed, making evidence collection extremely difficult.

"If I can capture her alive, I should be able to extract some information from her."

Han Fei slowly activated the mist within his soul, allowing the mist of the shrine to envelop him. Then, he used the Art Appreciation technique on Aunt Qing.

At first glance, the human trafficker seemed to have many flaws, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that most of these flaws were actually traps. Inside Aunt Qing's clothes were many children's delicate skins, and their names were written on the skins of different children.

She seemed to be imitating the crimes committed by the criminal investigators, etching the children's names onto her own body, linking everyone's lives to hers, and if she died, the others would also perish with her.

While Han Fei was still searching for loopholes, Da Nie had already killed one of Qing Yi's mentally challenged sons.

When other people's children have their limbs cut off and their eyes gouged out, enduring torture day and night, Aunt Qing doesn't feel a single bit of guilt. But when her own mentally challenged son is killed, this woman goes completely mad.

She pointed at Da Nie and cursed him, while also making threatening remarks.

Soon the names on her body began to fade, and more innocent children emerged from the walls. Their deformed bodies blended perfectly into the walls and the ground, as if their flesh and blood were part of the building itself.

"Aunt Qing buried the children she had abducted alive. The fact that these children could walk underground seemed to correspond to their method of death." Han Fei didn't pay attention to this detail at first, but he soon thought of something else.

On the outskirts of the Black Rain area, as Han Fei watched the old man dance, he saw through the club's mirror a shrine made entirely of corpses.

The shrine was incredibly tall, just like this skyscraper!
"Perhaps this skyscraper really is the shrine itself."

As the names on Aunt Qing's skin gradually disappeared, her true weakness was revealed.

This wicked old woman always carried a bell, something she used to put around the neck of her big dog.

At first, Han Fei thought that the bell was tightly held in Aunt Qing's palm. Only after using art appreciation did he realize that the bell was directly growing into Aunt Qing's flesh, with blood vessels connecting to the end of the bell, making it a part of her body.

"She must have used this to train those kids before."

Han Fei approached stealthily, his body shrouded in mist, completely hidden in the darkness.

The giant monster continued to advance in the middle of the corridor, and no matter how many ghost children there were, they were no match for it. Aunt Qing felt unprecedented pressure, and the rhythm of her shaking the bell became disordered, as if she was considering retreating.

"Want to run?"

Han Fei pressed his body against Da Nie, and as he made Da Nie charge forward with all his might, he precisely determined the direction in which Aunt Qing would dodge.

The Rebirth Slaughtering Blade erupted with a light that could burn the eyes, and the humanity that formed the blade was also enraged by Aunt Qing's actions. They had never gone all out as they had now.

Aunt Qing was constantly on guard against a major disaster, completely unaware that Han Fei had already approached. By the time she wanted to react, it was too late.

With only a drop of blood left, Han Fei used his various abilities to seize the opportunity to strike. He almost merged with the past, transforming from the darkest shadow into the most brilliant light.

"die!"

With a voice filled with hatred, the butcher's knife shattered the bell in Aunt Qing's hand, and then continued to slash upwards along her arm!

The altered lives and forced suffering of those abducted children resonated with Han Fei.

He roared and used the Rebirth Blade to cleave Aunt Qing in two!
The two foolish sons who were trying to stop Da Nie, along with the deformed children crawling all over the stairwell, all stopped attacking Da Nie after the bell was shattered, and stood there in a daze.

"So your two foolish sons were also controlled by the bell. How pathetic that your own flesh and blood have no thoughts or consciousness of their own."

Han Fei wanted to say something, but without any restraint, Da Nie, unable to stop himself, rushed over and accidentally crushed Aunt Qing's corpse.

It was like a watermelon being run over by a truck; black blood splattered onto the children's skin, and their names were washed away.

Da Nie wiped his feet, wondering what he had just stepped on.
Aunt Qing's two mentally challenged sons didn't understand love or family affection either. They squatted down next to Aunt Qing's shattered body and started playing with it like they were playing with mud, while constantly making silly laughs.

"Don't just stand there, you're free now." Han Fei crushed the bell with his butcher's knife. The eyes of the out-of-control children gradually turned blood red, their souls filled with hatred and pain. They rushed towards Aunt Qing's corpse, venting all their resentment on their two foolish sons.

In less than a minute, Aunt Qing and her three children had all perished, leaving not a single patch of undamaged skin on the ground.

Han Fei searched through the "pool" of corpses for a long time before finally finding a very ordinary-looking playing card.

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered the Joker card – the Ace of Diamonds. You have successfully completed the first stage of the Joker case. Next, you need to find any one of the four Kings, because only the four of them know the identities of the Big Joker and the Little Joker."

The first phase of the D-level mission is complete. Han Fei flips over the Joker card, and the front of the card is engraved with Aunt Qing's vicious face. It seems that a piece of her soul is nailed into the Joker card.

Putting away the Joker, Han Fei looked around. Da Nie had a new crime attached to it, and the ability it gained seemed to be related to group manipulation.

After Aunt Qing died, the abducted deformed ghost children did not scatter and flee. They surrounded Han Fei and Da Nie, seemingly preparing to "recognize the thief as their father".

"With the ability to fabricate new crimes and my title as the 'King of Children,' if the two of us opened a kindergarten in the future, the business should be very successful."

Han Fei did not choose to continue enslaving those children. He gave them freedom and care that they had never dared to dream of before, and even brought them toys from the shallow world.

The children disappeared when the lights came back on; they had all blended into the building.

“This place is actually quite nice.” Li Rou obtained new sin blood, and the hideous and deformed scars on her body turned into bright blood patterns, making her look younger and more beautiful.

"You think it's good because you met me." Han Fei noticed that Li Rou's friendliness had improved and was very pleased: "There are some people in this world who, when you meet them, make you feel like the sky has become brighter."

“Yes.” Li Rou quietly touched Da Nie: “Thank you, big guy.”

After retreating back into the room and waiting for the lights to go out again, the children who had merged with the flesh and blood walls reappeared. They chattered around Han Fei and Da Nie, seemingly trying to lead them somewhere.

Han Fei gradually discovered the pattern on this floor: every time the lights went out, one or two hunters would randomly appear.

The fewer the hunters, the more dangerous it is. After five rounds of this, Han Fei, led by the group of deformed ghost children, found the first door with the character "命" (life) written on it.

The entire door was splattered with indelible black bloodstains, and the character for "fate" seemed to be the mark of some terrifying being.

Pushing open the door, Han Fei was shocked by the layout of the room; it was actually the layout of a room in the Blood Orphanage.

Although Han Fei had never entered the blood-red orphanage deep in his mind, he had seen it from the outside many times and remembered the general appearance of some of the rooms.

"Why is this happening?" The garden owner and Fu Sheng were contemporaries. The brothers Fu Sheng and Fu Tian wanted to create a perfect human being, and the garden owner seemed to be imitating them, trying to create the most imperfect monster.

"Given the garden owner's masochistic nature, he certainly didn't want a perfect birth. It's quite possible that the bloody night at the orphanage was actually orchestrated by him."

If that's the case, then the garden owner also deserves some credit for how Han Fei and Kuangxiao have become what they are today.

With Fu Sheng and Fu Tian both dead, Han Fei's boundless resentment, which had been building up deep within him, seemed to have found an outlet.

Looking at the familiar furniture arrangement, Han Fei wandered around the room, touching the items that he was seeing for the first time but felt very familiar with. A special emotion arose in his heart, as if he had always belonged here.

Sitting on the bed, Han Fei reached out and stroked the somewhat rough mattress. He didn't make any extra movements, but a sharp pain came from deep in his brain. The maniacal laughter seemed to suddenly start to get out of control, trying to crawl out of Han Fei's mind.

"Should we just let him come out?"

The small bed is too small for an adult to lie on, but it can hold all his painful past.

Just as Han Fei was about to burst into wild laughter, the closed life gate was pushed open again, and Ji Zheng, covered in wounds, fell to the ground while holding the disaster ghost boy. Mr. Mo followed closely behind, and immediately closed the door after entering the house.

"You two don't seem to have encountered any scary people?" Ji Zheng looked at Han Fei and Li Rou, who were in good health. He spat out a mouthful of blood to the side, then flung a playing card out of his sleeve: "Keep this card safe. Legend has it that if you collect a whole deck of cards, you'll have a chance to meet a god."

"I don't trust him, why would I see him?" Han Fei picked up the Joker card and glanced at it; it was the Ace of Clubs.

"Spit on him when you see him. Even if you can't beat him, you should still disgust him." Ji Zheng took a long time to get up from the ground: "It will be easier after we find the weak point, but as soon as we leave, we will have to continue to look for new weak points."

Are there many fatal weaknesses on the 25th floor?

“Yes, you should have noticed that the room behind the vital point is completely different from the other rooms, right?” Ji Zheng picked up the water on the table and drank it directly: “The main body of the building is the flesh and blood of the gods, but the room behind the vital point is a nail that is forbidden to be embedded into the body of the gods with one’s own power.”

He walked up to Han Fei mysteriously and said, "The taboo of the 25th floor is an unspeakable memory. The god imprisoned that memory within his body, wanting to slowly unravel its secrets. But while he was asleep, that memory transformed into a monster that wanted to rival the god!"

"Where did the gods get that memory from?"

“I don’t know. I once heard an older night watchman say that a false god stole the brain of another god, the most intelligent brain in the world. He divided that brain into different parts and hid them on different floors, using every means to try to take over the other’s memories and plunder the other’s abilities.” Ji Zheng also sat on the bed in the orphanage. As he spoke, he did not notice the slight change in Han Fei’s expression.

"What else do you know about that brain?" Han Fei recalled some of the memories left behind by Kuang Xiao. There was once a child in the Blood Orphanage who possessed an extremely intelligent brain, but after continuous experiments, that child was left with only one brain.

“I know absolutely nothing about it. All I know is that the believers call that brain Number 2. It’s the most terrifying taboo in the building, and also a work that the gods are currently creating.” Ji Zheng realized something was wrong as he said this. He turned his head and saw that Han Fei’s eyes were bloodshot, and he looked very different from before: “What’s wrong with you?”

A surge of bloodlust erupted in his mind; the mere number two was enough to make him lose control of his laughter.

(Next chapter tomorrow night at 6 PM)
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