My Healing Games

Chapter 939 The Child of Dreams
"Home? Does Gao Xing even have a home?" Han Fei didn't mean to belittle Gao Xing at all; he was just curious how a madman who turned his adoptive parents and wife into monsters could consider any place his home.

The happy mother is still unable to adapt to the body of the smart butler. Of course, it is also possible that the white box caused trauma to her consciousness after leaving the game, so she cannot communicate well with Han Fei at this time.

“I remember that Gao Xing lived in the poorest part of the old town when he was a child, and it seems to be abandoned now.”

For Gao Xing, his childhood environment was a lifelong shadow, and he shouldn't have gone back there. But to Han Fei's surprise, the smart butler nodded slightly again.

"Is he a masochist? Why does he have to live in a place that causes him the most pain?"

Without delay, Han Fei immediately took action. He moved the smart home assistant into Huang Ying's car, called Li Xue, and then headed towards the old town he remembered.

The place where Gao Xing lives was a slum decades ago, but it was completely abandoned and became very desolate with the construction of the smart city.

After meeting up with plainclothes police officers, several vehicles drove into the deserted streets.

The surrounding buildings still retain the style of the last century, but the walls are cracked and the original color is no longer visible.

"Clinics, schools, grocery stores..."

The faded billboards offer glimpses into what those shops were once used for; these dilapidated buildings together form a poignant reminder of Happy's scarred past.

Some of the scenes Han Fei saw in the world of memories in the shrine overlapped with the street in front of him: the alley where he was bullied by his classmates when he was a child, the route a thief took after killing his blind parents, the street corner where the doctor's daughter was blinded after being doused with medicine...

This is a prison of joy, but also a lair where demons are born.

Han Fei, Huang Ying, and the plainclothes police entered the dirty and chaotic alley and found Gao Xing's former home deep in the stinking alley.

It was an apartment building with a yard, and there were three different types of rooms. Gao Xing and his family lived in the smallest room, and the window faced the residential area's garbage dump.

"Don't be careless, our opponent this time is very formidable." Han Fei declined the police's offer and walked at the front.

With the Deep World Shrine destroyed, Gao Xing is very likely to leave early and set a trap here.

“The apartment yard has been renovated, and this soil is all new. There’s probably something buried underneath.” Han Fei has extensive experience in surveying and can spot problems with just a glance. The plainclothes officer following behind took out tools from the car and dug a few times before discovering a severed hand.

He had a tattoo of a killer club on his arm; some serial killer must have angered him, and he was killed on the spot.

"You can dig slowly after this is all sorted out. There should be a huge burial pit under this apartment." Han Fei had felt extremely uncomfortable ever since he entered the compound. Despite it being daytime, he felt cold all over, and the sunlight couldn't bring him any warmth.

As they approached the building entrance where Gao Xing lived, the light was blocked, and a thick, eerie atmosphere enveloped everyone. The building seemed to be occupied by something unseen, and it was not "clean".

Despite the pressure, Han Fei walked upstairs step by step.

At first, everything was normal; it was just an ordinary stairwell. But the higher they went, the more oppressive everyone felt.

On the dusty walls, patterns that no one could understand began to appear. The drawings looked like childish scribbles, or perhaps works of art created by a master of abstract art after careful consideration.

Each pattern is bizarre; if you look at it for too long, you'll stand frozen in place, as if your soul has been sucked away by the pattern.

What's even stranger is that when I look at those patterns, I can't recognize them at all, but after a while, a strange name will suddenly pop into my mind, as if all the patterns are derived from that name.

"Remember, whatever you see in this building, do not think about it, and do not recite anyone's name."

Han Fei knew how terrifying the enemy he was about to face was; some ghosts transcended hatred, and they were unspeakable beings.

Based on the fragmented information he obtained from the shrine's memory world, Han Fei arrived at Gao Xing's doorstep, where everyone behind him was ready for battle.

Using a lock pick to open the door, a pungent smell of blood wafted out of the room, causing even the seasoned plainclothes policeman next to Han Fei to frown.

With his back to the door, Han Fei slowly entered the room.

The small room was filled with all sorts of handmade "little toys," looking both ordinary and cozy; it seemed to be just a very ordinary residence.

"There was no blood in the living room, so where did the smell of blood come from?"

The plainclothes officers who followed Han Fei in were very cautious. Facts had repeatedly proven that Han Fei's judgment had never been wrong, and there must be a big problem hidden here.

"The kitchen and bathroom doors were open, but the bedroom door was closed." Gao Xing's home was small, with only one bedroom. His blind adoptive parents gave that bedroom to Gao Xing because he was the only one in the family with normal vision. He would see all sorts of unpleasant things and care about his privacy, which was nothing to his blind parents.

“The blind parents ate, slept, and worked in the living room, while the bedroom was where they were happy. It was in that room that he made all sorts of insane decisions.”

Walking past the various handmade "works," Han Fei pushed open the bedroom door.

In the cramped room stood a huge mirror, its surface almost entirely covered in blood, a vast expanse of blood, where all the figures reflected in the mirror appeared to be bleeding.

"Scatter! Don't get reflected in this mirror!" Han Fei shouted a warning, but it was too late. A plainclothes officer and Huang Ying were reflected in the mirror, their figures appearing in the reflection.

The plainclothes officer initially felt no discomfort, but as the blood slid down the mirror, he suddenly felt a chill on his forehead. When he touched it, he felt as if his face was covered in blood.

He seemed normal to others, but he suddenly went insane.

Huang Ying's situation is rather special. After being tormented to death by butterflies in his nightmares countless times, he has long been able to face death with equanimity.

In the mirror, his clothes were stained with blood and the vibrant patterns of butterfly wings, but he himself appeared perfectly normal.

"Han Fei, there seems to be another person in this mirror," Huang Ying whispered, not daring to move.

After the distraught plainclothes officer was dragged away, three figures remained on the blood-red mirror, even though now only Han Fei and Huang Ying were standing in front of the mirror.

"The extra one... should be the person we're looking for." Han Fei subconsciously wanted to take out the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife, but his fingers couldn't grasp anything. In reality, he didn't have any external help, but correspondingly, he was also greatly restricted in reality.

The extra figure in the mirror began to move, finally stopping in front of Han Fei, as if trying to see right through him.

Raising his fist, Han Fei tried to channel his will into his arm; he longed to punch the person in the mirror.

In fact, he did so.

Without warning, Han Fei suddenly launched an attack on the blood-red mirror, instinctively trying to activate the power of his personality.

To his surprise, as a sharp pain shot through the back of his head, a malevolent consciousness, a mixture of greed and hatred, attached itself to his fist.

"Oh!"

The mirror was shattered by Han Fei's punch. The will that emanated from the depths of his mind seemed to be imbued with the power of personality, and this invisible power could have a certain effect on ghosts and monsters in reality.

Cracks spread rapidly across the mirror's surface. Han Fei endured the excruciating pain emanating from the back of his head and continued to pound the mirror with his fists.

The strange man in the blood-red mirror had approached. He stood next to Han Fei in the mirror, his face slowly bleeding. He affectionately leaned his head towards Han Fei's ear.

As he opened his lips, Han Fei clearly heard a voice in his ear.

"It's no use. Even if you see the future, you can't change it."

"There's nothing you can do but watch the tragedy repeat itself, and then die a miserable death."

"Test subject Zero couldn't bear that despair, so you came into being. Enduring despair is the very meaning of your existence. He never told you the truth. He would only discard you along with his painful memories of the past after he emerged from despair."

"The Twin Flowers are the epitome of my life. You and Zero are the most perfect works of my life. Your ending will be the same as mine. This is a script that was written when the dream began."

"I know you don't believe me, so how about we make a bet? I'll bet you can change the future I want?"

In the cracked mirror, the strange man stood very close to Han Fei, as if he were Han Fei's longtime friend.

"Enough with the nonsense. You can't even protect your own eyes, yet you have the nerve to talk about the future you want? Why don't you just go back to the Deep World? But your shrine has been taken over by Zero, and your offerings have all been eaten. Luckily, you died a miserable death and didn't leave any ashes, otherwise your wife would definitely have scattered you herself." Han Fei didn't bother to think about what Gao Xing was saying and launched a vicious personal attack.

With a powerful punch, the blood-red mirror shattered completely, along with the strange man's face.

Standing amidst the shards of mirror, Han Fei saw the wall that had been hidden by the mirrors, where several strange drawings by children were on it.

The first picture shows a child who is asleep and dreams that an enormous black cocoon emerges from under his bed. He is terrified, but a voice comes from inside the cocoon, saying that if the child can help him escape, it can grant him three wishes.

The second painting depicts a child making his first wish: that his parents regain their sight and become wealthy.

The cocoon agreed, but the child's life remained unchanged, still filled with poverty and hardship.

The child thought the cocoon was a liar, but the cocoon insisted that the child's wish had been granted and guided him to find the evidence.

In the third painting, the child is holding a bloodstained knife, his face is smeared with red ink, and he makes a second wish to the cocoon, hoping that all those who bully him will die, and the cocoon grants his wish as well.

The final fourth painting spans a longer period of time and has a different style. The cocoon begins to force the child to make a third wish, but the child is clever. He seems to know that as long as he makes a third wish, the cocoon will swallow it and make him a child wrapped in the cocoon.

Below the fourth painting, a line of words was written crookedly: "They call me the devil because they also know that I live in purgatory?"
(End of this chapter)