My Healing Games

Chapter 799 He is a true genius

"Hey! Be normal!" Ji Zheng saw Han Fei like this and scrambled to the side: "You all saw it, I didn't say anything offensive, his condition has nothing to do with me."

They finally found a safe spot, but their teammates' mental state was in serious trouble. Ji Zheng covered the frightened boy's eyes, worried that Han Fei would upset the child and cause the evil spirit to lose control again.

“There’s another person inside him, that’s the real him.” Mr. Mo fiddled with the radio for a long time, and then the intermittent voice of a dancer came through it.

"Have you found the child?"

"We've found him, but I'm trapped inside the building with him now. His condition isn't good either; that blood-red personality you mentioned is devouring him!"

“We can’t help you, he’ll have to rely on himself.” The dancer’s voice was full of exhaustion: “Go up to the fiftieth floor as soon as possible. There are things that can help you in the little house that the gardener and I left behind.”

The simple conversation, lasting only a few seconds, left two long cracks on the radio. Mr. Mo wanted to ask some more questions, but the radio had already stopped working.

He had no choice but to pick up a pen, dip it in his own blood, and write the character "静" (quiet/still). Then he slowly approached Han Fei.

"This is all I can do for you." The old man raised his hand to place the character "静" (jing, meaning quiet/still) on Han Fei's head, but as soon as his hand touched the back of Han Fei's head, he was knocked away by an incomparably desperate force.

His writing was torn to shreds, and his arm was twisted and bent at a strange angle.

After his teammate was badly hurt, Han Fei regained a little of his senses. He struggled to his feet and walked toward his vital point: "I can't suppress him anymore. I'll go for a walk first."

Blood streamed down Han Fei's face. The way he turned around startled everyone in the room. Even Ji Zheng, who had become a night watchman, didn't dare to meet Han Fei's gaze.

As Han Fei stepped out of the room, he released all suppression of his maniacal laughter when he closed his vital gate.

"You can do whatever you want. We should stand together and not become each other's burdens." The Crimson Orphanage had always been suppressed in the deepest part of Han Fei's mind, bound by Han Fei's various relatively normal memories. Some people wanted to use Han Fei to change Kuang Xiao and neutralize the hatred and pain in Kuang Xiao's body, but Han Fei had no intention of fighting against Kuang Xiao.

Compared to the mysterious strategist, Han Fei felt that the one who laughed was one of his own.

Han Fei might not have been sure before, but after experiencing Fu Sheng's Paradise Shrine, Han Fei has clearly figured it out.

This body originally belonged to the maniac laugh, and the most painful memories have always been borne by the maniac laugh. If the maniac laugh wants to come back, then let him come back.

His eyes were bloodshot and shattered, turning them red with blood. His appearance didn't change much, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and that smile gradually became crazy and unrestrained!
Han Fei pressed down on Da Nie's head and sat on its shoulder. Da Nie, who used to love snuggling with Han Fei, now lay obediently. It began to run wildly in a certain direction. Among the walls around it, a large number of ghost children quietly appeared. The children chattered as if they were pointing the way for Da Nie.

"He just left like that?" Li Rou was a little worried. She wanted to open the door to take a look, but Ji Zheng stopped her.

"You should worry more about yourself. He's a criminal investigator, someone who can fight against gods on a spiritual level." Ji Zheng sat in front of the Life Gate. "But he's probably the most evil criminal investigator I've ever seen. Where did that false god get such a top-tier individual?"

“He entered the building on his own, it has nothing to do with the gods.” Mr. Mo is also a member of the “Middle-aged and Elderly Killer Club”. He learned some information from the dancers: “The gods treat human souls as flowers and want to turn the city into their garden. That young man is the flower that the gods have always wanted, a twin flower that should not exist.”

"I don't understand what you're saying." Ji Zheng picked at his ear. "I just hope he doesn't die. That guy promised to take me away from here."

The lights in the corridor went out again, but this time Han Fei became a wandering hunter, speeding through the ever-changing corridor, running wildly toward a place that could trigger a resonance in his memories.

Along the way, Han Fei also encountered some fools, and in the end, all of them became the scapegoats for Da Nie.

Normal criminal investigators can only bear a limited number of crimes; once they exceed the threshold, they will go insane and become mentally deranged monsters. But Da Nie seems to be completely free of this problem.

The deity inside the skyscraper wanted to create an ultimate monster riddled with sins, and both Da Nie and Butterfly fit his requirements. However, Da Nie became Han Fei's pet, and Butterfly was killed by Han Fei in the Death Tower.

After the lights went out five times in a row, a new fatal weakness appeared in front of Kuangxiao, but he only stood at the door for a moment to sense it before urging Da Nie to continue to other places.

Each time the lights went out, the time it took to go out kept getting longer. The walls and floor had completely turned into rotten flesh, and they now seemed to be running through a festering wound.

The ghost children surrounding the Great Evil began to feel afraid, but Han Fei's smile grew increasingly maniacal. He laughed hysterically, but the blood and tears on his face never dried.

After successfully killing the owner of the Nine of Hearts, Han Fei found a special "life gate" covered with seals.

His crimson eyes swept over the seal, which was filled with divine descriptions of taboos and warnings to outsiders, but he paid no heed to the madman's laughter. He tore it to shreds and kicked open the door.

When he opened this most special vital point, the entire 25th floor was plunged into darkness, and the lights stopped working.

The piercing cries and laughter mingled together, and Han Fei discovered that after laughing wildly as he entered the room, he had regained control of his body.

Looking around, it seemed he had left the skyscraper and arrived at another place.

"Behind each vital point lies a small fragment of Number 2's memory. My consciousness may have been pulled into Number 2's memory."

Han Fei could sense that this room was different from the other rooms; everything felt too real, as if he had returned to his childhood.

The sound of reciting came from the next room. Han Fei gently pushed open the door and glanced inside. A child who was thinner than his peers was reading a book.

The child seemed to love reading very much; his room was filled with all kinds of books and a lot of notes, much of which Han Fei couldn't understand.

"Are you the new caregiver?" The boy didn't even turn his head, multitasking as he read and talked to Han Fei at the same time: "Don't step on my books, and don't bother me except for experiments. My time is very tight."

"The other children are playing outside. Aren't you going to join them?" Han Fei carefully moved the books aside and found a place to sit down.

"Humanity has accumulated countless pieces of knowledge over hundreds of years. This is the most precious wealth of all mankind. If I don't devote all my time to it, I may never reach the end of a certain field even if I spend my whole life. Forget it, I can't explain it to you." The boy read very quickly, and while reading, he also scribbled something down: "Where is Dr. Fu? He promised to help me make a secondary brain, but I haven't seen him for a week."

What is the secondary brain?

"Something that allows me to do more things at the same time." The boy felt that talking to Han Fei was like coaxing a fool.

"That sounds pretty impressive."

"Is that impressive?" The boy looked up and glanced at Han Fei, seemingly realizing that Han Fei might not be a caregiver here anymore: "To be hired as a caregiver at the Eternal Life Pharmaceutical Welfare Home, you must have your own special skills, right? Every previous caregiver had a skill and could teach us some things."

"I... am good at acting." Han Fei quickly got into character and demonstrated his master-level acting skills. He could perfectly immerse himself in other people's lives, truly understand their emotions, and play each role well.

"How did you do all that? Is it talent?" The boy was completely captivated by Han Fei and tried to make various expressions. He imitated them quickly, but compared to Han Fei, he always felt that he lacked soul.

"So there are things you can't do well too." Han Fei had seen this child in the fragmented memories of his maniacal laughter.

“I crave knowledge, but I don’t understand much about things involving emotions.” The boy was about to say something more when the doorbell rang. He immediately got up and grabbed Han Fei’s arm: “Hide under the bed! I know you’re not a caregiver, wait for me to come back!”

After the doorbell rang three times, the actual orphanage caregivers and doctors entered the room. They were wearing protective suits, their bodies completely covered, as if something very dangerous was lurking in the room where the child was.

"Number 2, are you sure you want to replace someone else in the experiment?" A cold voice came from under the protective suit: "I want to confirm with you again."

"Don't waste your time on those useless people. The results of ten experiments they conduct might not be as good as what I get from one experiment." The boy sat on the edge of the bed, casually tidying the sheets.

"I didn't expect you'd use the preferential treatment the doctor gave you here." The leader of the group entered the house and tied the boy's hands and feet: "Take him away."

The door closed, and Han Fei crawled out from under the bed. He wanted to go out and check, but he found a sentence written on the boy's open book: "Going out means death. Wait for me to come back."

Han Fei closed the book, choosing to heed the boy's advice.

Sitting on the bed, surrounded by books and notes filling the room, Han Fei couldn't imagine what No. 2's life was like.

However, one thing is certain: Number 2 is different from all the other children.

After waiting for a long time, when Han Fei's consciousness was becoming somewhat blurred, footsteps sounded outside. He quickly hid under the bed again.

The door was opened, and a wheelchair was slowly pushed into the room.

"It's alright, they're gone." The boy's voice was calm, unchanged from when he left.

Han Fei crawled out from under the bed, and when he saw the boy sitting in the wheelchair, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The boy's eyes were gouged out, his left leg was sawed off, and a special metal chain was welded to his waist, holding him to a wheelchair.

Why did they treat you like this?

“Maybe they’re scared.” The boy smiled. “They’re cautious, but I still have time.”

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Han Fei squatted down next to the boy's wheelchair, looking at the child whom the doctors called a genius.

"I can't see right now, could you read for me... the book I didn't finish reading this morning?" The boy didn't seem to care about his injuries at all; his calm demeanor made Han Fei a little worried.

"Just studying?" Han Fei never expected the boy to ask him such a question.

"Reading is the simplest way to acquire knowledge."

"With such a brilliant mind and such diligence, it's no wonder you've become a genius far surpassing other children," Han Fei remarked sincerely.

"A genius?" The boy's smile became somewhat forced. "I've never considered myself a genius, but they told me that only the most talented child can survive."

"So you've been forced all along? But I can't feel any inner torment, pain, or despair from you at all." Han Fei felt that the biggest difference between the second child and the other children was that he didn't have hatred or resentment in his heart, or rather, those negative emotions had been transformed into something else.

“Hate will cloud my judgment and waste my time.” The boy leaned against his wheelchair and subconsciously looked toward the window, but all he could see was darkness.

"The end of suffering comes from thought and reason. I do not believe in unsolvable despair, nor will I place my hopes on something illusory. The only God in this world who can and is willing to do everything in his power to help you is yourself."

(Next chapter tomorrow night at 6 PM)
(End of this chapter)