My Healing Games

Chapter 81 The Unexpected Realization of a Dream

Han Fei became famous.

A comedian became famous for his heroic act in a thriller.

His sudden rise to fame caught everyone off guard; even he himself didn't realize it.

"Han Fei is there!"

When Han Fei appeared at the window, the reporters downstairs immediately recognized him. Some took photos with their phones downstairs, while others went directly into the filming area.

To prevent the reporters from damaging the set, Director Jiang and Han Fei quickly left the apartment building and went to the open space outside.

"If you have any questions, ask them one by one, don't rush."

Director Jiang and the production crew maintained order on site. After Han Fei arrived downstairs, he first glanced outside the family compound, then ignored the reporters and headed straight for the street.

"Hurry! Follow me!"

The reporters and some friends who run their own media outlets were taking pictures with various tools, but Han Fei didn't care. He walked through the crowd and came to the group of victims' families.

"Old man, there's a blessing in disguise..."

Han Fei had just walked over and hadn't even said a word when the old man grabbed his arms tightly.

After a ten-year wait, the real culprit has finally been caught.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were red, and he couldn't say a word. He just kept holding Han Fei, and for some reason, the old man always felt that he could see the shadow of his own child in Han Fei.

“We’ve all seen the police announcement. Thank you, Han Fei.” Gu Ye’s sister, Cui Tianci’s parents, Xiao Qing’s brother, and other family members of the victims all gathered around.

Their gratitude moved Han Fei. Perhaps the reason why the lonely souls in the haunted house did not disappear was because there were still people in the world who remembered them.

Humans are truly complex beings. Some people take pleasure in torturing and killing their fellow human beings, while others will do anything to hunt down a murderer for ten years for the sake of their loved ones.

Many of the victims' families broke down in tears. Only they themselves know the immense pressure and pain they have endured over the past decade.

Han Fei didn't know how to comfort everyone. Standing in the crowd, he was thinking about the ghosts in the apartment building.

"If we could get them out of the game and let them see their families..."

An idea quietly emerged, as if a seed had fallen into Han Fei's heart. He was not yet aware of his own changes, but was simply experiencing everything silently.

Han Fei did not accept the thank-you gift from the victim's family; he only took a banner.

When reporters surrounded him with questions later, he did not take credit for it, but instead attributed most of the credit to the police and Meng Changxi.

The blame was placed on the police because they had indeed played a crucial role, and on Meng Changxi because Han Fei felt that Meng Changxi had suffered too much misfortune and should be compensated.

Looking at the flashes and cameras, Han Fei felt a little dizzy; he still wasn't used to it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our film is currently being shot, so we are afraid we cannot give interviews properly right now. You will have plenty of opportunities to ask questions after the film is released."

Han Fei made up a random excuse to escape, and he fled back to the apartment building as if his life depended on it.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Han Fei noticed that Sister Long and Director Jiang were smiling at him.

"Is something wrong with you?"

“We just didn’t expect that someone as cold and professional as you would have such a cute side.” Director Jiang couldn’t help but laugh. “Han Fei, you’ll gradually get used to these things.”

“The case is gaining traction very quickly, so we can save money on buying trending topics.” Sister Long said, holding her phone. “You guys need to remove the promotional materials and posters you shot earlier as soon as possible and replace them with ones featuring Han Fei as the main character. Don’t waste time, we have to get this done today.”

Sister Long left with great satisfaction. Director Jiang led Han Fei to the second floor: "Now, I guess no one will think you can't be the lead anymore. Once you conquer the audience with your acting skills, your path will become wider and wider, and your future will be limitless."

Director Jiang had Han Fei get his makeup done first. Once all the staff were in place, he first filmed a short video of Han Fei alone, and then had Han Fei shoot a movie poster.

In the instant between light and darkness, Meng Chang'an and Meng Changxi stood back to back.

Meng Changxi, whose face was half-disfigured, stood in the shadows. He endured the pain and was treated like a monster by everyone. But even in his deepest despair, he still clung tightly to a ray of light in his heart.

Behind Meng Changxi, the handsome Meng Chang'an stood in the sunlight, enjoying the respect and praise of the crowd, but his face revealed the most chilling smile.

Twin flowers, flowers that bloom in the deepest darkness.

The script was basically finalized, and Han Fei was eager to go home and play video games. After filming wrapped, he refused to have dinner with everyone and went home alone.

After a long day of running around, even though his physical strength was much better than before, he was still a little exhausted.

After eating something simple, Han Fei lay down on the bed.

"Today is truly a memorable day for me; my dream has suddenly come true."

Han Fei opened his phone and saw all sorts of reports online. Finally, he opened his own social media platform.

In just one afternoon, without any promotion, his fan base grew significantly.

Perhaps because he didn't pay for a membership, some people thought he was a fake account and left various comments in the comment section. However, the Shanghai police directly came forward to clarify that this was indeed Han Fei.

Later on, the style became refreshingly unique, with the entire comment section discussing human figures collaging patterns. Someone who didn't know better might have thought it was an internal police communication platform.

"Which actor, like me, has a comment section full of people trying to figure out who the murderer is?"

Looking at the various images blocked by the system in the comments section, Han Fei thought it would be better to post an update saying that he was an actor.

He opened his phone's photo album, wanting to find some interesting photos to post, but after searching for a long time, he finally resigned himself to the fact that he was usually a very boring person.

As Han Fei was about to exit his phone's photo album, his gaze suddenly fell upon a very ordinary photo. In the photo, he was lying on the bed wearing a gaming helmet.

When Han Fei first saw the photo, he didn't feel anything, but just a second later, his blood rushed through his body and his hair stood on end in fright!
"impossible!"

Han Fei sat up abruptly from the bed, grabbed a fruit knife from the table, and looked around his room warily.

The photo was taken on the second night after he received the gaming helmet. He was pretty sure he was home alone that night, but if he was home alone, then who took his phone and took a picture of him while he was playing the game?
"Someone entered my house! Right when I logged into the game for the second time!"

Holding a fruit knife, Han Fei turned on all the lights in the room and checked every nook and cranny.

"There's no one in the house."

Standing in the center of the living room, Han Fei stared intently at the photo, and slowly he noticed something even stranger.

In the photo, there appears to be a dark shadow trying to enter the gaming helmet.

(End of this chapter)