My Healing Games

Chapter 930 Thirty-One Despairs

"Professor Gao? You absolutely mustn't fall asleep at such a crucial moment!"

What A-Nian fears most is Han Fei losing consciousness. He has a deep psychological trauma from the Forbidden Tower and is simply unable to bear the fear alone.

"If you fall, who can stop Xingyong?"

With the Black Dream Instrument and the Flesh and Blood Statue, they had come close to uncovering Gao Xing's most crucial secret, but just before they could completely destroy the shrine, Han Fei collapsed.

Gao Xing's plan is not so easily stopped. To destroy the shrine, all the statues in the building must first be destroyed. Only by regaining power can they have the strength to fight against Gao Xing.

"His injury is too serious, and it may take one to two hours to recover. We must do everything we can to help him get through this period." Like a newborn calf unaware of what he was about to face, the staff member spoke with great courage.

“I don’t need you to remind me.” This was the first time Ah Nian had met the staff member. He and Han Fei had entered the building together. In just a few hours, Han Fei had managed to gain a die-hard fan. It was undeniable that Han Fei possessed a unique personal charm. “You stay here to take care of Teacher Gao. If Gao Xing gets close, I’ll find a way to distract him. Remember, everyone can die, but he can’t. The hopes of the entire city rest on his shoulders.”

"Besides being a researcher, does he have other identities?" The staff member was quite surprised.

"We come from the worst, most hopeless future, and we cannot let this tragedy repeat itself." Ah Nian stopped talking; he was ready to die.

The black box shattered, the nightmare equipment and shrine operated beyond their limits, and the flesh-and-blood statue inside the shrine slowly opened its eyes, scanning the hellish landscape.

All the elevator indicator lights in Laboratory No. 4 lit up, and several elevator doors opened simultaneously, with crimson blood flowing on the floor. One by one, masked killers arrived at the eighteenth underground floor.

Crows, guinea pigs, ghouls, clowns...

Masked madmen stood on both sides of the road, their heads bowed.

At the very back of the line stood a man whose face was obscured by anyone, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

The man stood in the passageway, distorting the surrounding light, and exuding an indescribable and terrifying aura.

Stepping through the bloodstains, the man walked from the back of the line to the front. Even the most arrogant and insane serial killer in Shanghai didn't dare to walk in front of him, and they all followed him with their heads down.

Decades later, the king of crime in Shanghai, the most cunning and cruel madman of the last century, has reappeared, walking in pools of blood as if he were a god.

The air on the eighteenth underground floor seemed to freeze. The man walked through the center of the cultivation chamber, leaped into the abyss, and arrived at the nineteenth underground floor.

Looking at the damaged black box and the injured shrine, the man spoke for the first time.

"Find the person who broke the black box. He's still in the building. Kill him at all costs."

Masked figures rushed out in all directions at top speed. Even the most deranged killers didn't want to stay near the gods; the closer they got, the more oppressive they felt.

“We deliberately chose to act during the day, three days in advance. The police and Immortal Pharmaceuticals shouldn’t know our plan.” The guinea pig man produced a blank mask stained with blood. “The blank mask sent the wrong message. There were no problems with the kid either, and the AI ​​is under our control…”

Blood trickled down the edge of the guinea pig mask, and the guinea pig man was unable to utter another word.

"The police? Immortal Pharmaceuticals? Our opponents have never been them." The man's blurred face looked at Black Dream: "What truly needs to stop us is fate, this human world."

The statues and shrines that were shattered by Han Fei's Rebirth Slaughter Blade cannot be restored, and the operation of the Black Dream has malfunctioned. It seems that the man will not be able to repair them in a short time.

"Bring all the keys. The plan needs to be moved up. I want to make sure the sun never rises again after it sets."

Upon hearing the man's voice, the core members of the three major criminal organizations, wearing raven and queen masks, waved behind them. The murderers behind them carried some black boxes to the front of the Black Dream device.

There were thirty-one small black boxes in total, and each box seemed to contain something special.

"A key?" Ah Nian, who was hiding in the incubation chamber, also heard the crucial information. He adjusted his body, trying to see clearly what the key was.

The first black box was opened, and inside was a living human specimen, a deformed boy with an extremely ugly appearance, long hair, and his body covered with butterfly patterns.

If Han Fei saw this scene, he would be incredibly surprised. This living human specimen was the real butterfly, the boy who died in the closet and was enveloped in nightmares.

The second black box was soon opened, and inside was a brain labeled number two. This brain is still being kept active by instruments.

Then came the third black box, filled with blood-stained manuscripts, all ghost stories written by a child who eventually died a gruesome death; his name was Jin Sheng.

Each box corresponds to a child, representing a period of despair.

Soon the crow opened the eighth box. The mutilated human skin emitted a foul stench. The skin, taken from different corpses, was pieced together to form the shape of a little girl. This girl had no name; she was an adopted orphan whose purpose was to become the key.

The contents of the boxes were varied. The first thirty black boxes were opened in a fixed order around the Black Dream Instrument, all surrounding the last black box.

Unlike the other black boxes, the thirty-first black box is engraved with two flowers, twin flowers, entwined around the black box, blooming in the night and withering before dawn.

All the murderers backed down; it seemed that only a god was qualified to open this thirty-first black box, because it contained his own creation.

The pale hand stroked the twin flowers, and the man opened the last black box, inside which lay a mangled human head.

Judging from the facial features, this head looks very similar to Han Fei.

"The black box is hidden in the deepest part of people's hearts, the deepest part of the brain, the deepest part of nightmares, and the deepest part of despair. Everything I have done is for this moment."

Gao Xing placed the "keys" one by one into the Black Dream Instrument and fed them to his shrine.

With each child's despair consumed, the Black Dream extends further into the distance, the bridge existing deep within consciousness constantly pushing its boundaries. The space around the Black Dream device blurs; it is a real machine, yet it seems as ethereal as a dream.

"How did they do that?" Ah Nian was dumbfounded. He couldn't imagine that there really was a dark world hidden deep within a person's consciousness.

Those desperate children are the most pitiful people who are closest to the deeper world. It is precisely by using these children that Gao Xing opens a passage between the two worlds.

Death is like a tragic song, composing all the pain into a melody for tender lives to sing.

Hidden in the deepest part of the nightmare, the world heard the children's singing. Under the dark night sky, buildings began to emerge. The blood-stained nineteenth underground floor was like a murky mirror, and beneath this mirror was a vast world that was slowly rising!

The past hidden in those black boxes was used as a key. All thirty black boxes were thrown into the Black Dream, and the massive instrument was operating at its most critical moment.

The two worlds have seen each other; the deeper world wants to take the desperate children home, but the real world is unwilling to let go.

The bloodstains separating the two worlds were becoming increasingly thin. Anian could even see that the bottom floor of the Eternal Life Building was connected to the top floor of a skyscraper, with the sky and the earth connected. The negative emotions and despair that had accumulated in reality over the years were piled up in that dark world.

"The passage that was closed due to the death of the first demon will be opened with the resurrection of the first demon, and fate will return to its original trajectory."

The deity lifted the head from the black box, as if cradling a newborn baby, and strode toward the Black Dream Instrument.

After the dark dream enveloped the deity, the ritual came to an end, and everything seemed inevitable.

The bloodstains on the ground were decreasing, and the two worlds were getting closer. The masked killers around the instrument began to retreat. At this moment, a man wearing a clown mask at the end of the group suddenly drew his knife and stabbed the crow in the neck. He seemed to have done something insignificant, tilting his head to stare at the god who had entered the instrument.

Removing the clown mask, the face of Child Number Three was revealed: "So this is why Gao Xing and Meng's will wanted Han Fei to appear. Gao Xing also wanted to obtain the Black Box, but his despair was not enough to bear it, so he made Zero his creation. But because he could not control Zero's will, he and Meng joined forces to interfere with Fu Sheng's personality experiment and planned the Bloodstained Night, so that Han Fei, a will that was easier to control, could be created."

Number Three saw the truth clearly: the appearance of Han Fei's will was to contain the black box.

"No wonder there was no trace of Han Fei in the shrine of happy memories. It turns out he was used as a sacrifice, and it was because of his death that the calamity finally broke out."

Han Fei died the moment the calamity broke out, and Kuang Xiao, as the twin flower, became an unspeakable ghost. After his soul was scattered, he was forgotten by everyone. This is the future that Gao Xing looks forward to.

(End of this chapter)