My Healing Games

Chapter 943 The Promise of a Blood-Red Night

Han Fei encountered an extremely unfortunate player in the deep world whose luck value was an unusual zero. Most importantly, the minimum luck value set by the system was zero.

If it were just that, Han Fei wouldn't feel nervous. Then the player has an even more abnormal talent ability called "survival from the brink of death".

Back in the shrine of the plastic surgery hospital, that player was in dire straits many times, but was saved by Han Fei by chance each time. But what was the final outcome?

After leaving the shrine at the plastic surgery hospital, the player politely addressed Xu Qin as "Sister-in-law Eleven." Han Fei, who had experienced countless storms, was stunned and forced himself to sit up despite his severe injuries.

Upon seeing the distress message on the wall, Han Fei recognized who it was and pictured the person in his mind, but he refused to reveal their name. This was the essence of what it meant to be unspeakable.

"He's also a sacrifice prepared by Joy? That doesn't make sense! I haven't seen him in the worst-case scenario, so why would anyone stubbornly squeeze into the most dangerous place!"

The first discrepancy between reality and the future that Happily had predicted occurred, and from that moment on, many things began to change.

“Wasn’t Laboratory No. 1 abandoned a long time ago? How come there are still living people imprisoned there?” Huang Ying grabbed the staff member: “Writing with blood on your hands, I’ve only ever seen that in movies. No one would resort to such a method to call for help unless they were tortured to the extreme.”

"I...I don't know anything." The staff at the waste disposal center looked innocent. "That shouldn't be the case! Laboratory No. 1 has been abandoned for a long time. There couldn't possibly be any living people here."

"Are you usually in charge of this area?" Assistant Tao's expression turned serious as he looked at the blood-written words.

“I’m responsible for the area around here, but I’ve never been near here because of orders from my superiors,” the staff member explained repeatedly. He took out his communication device to report to his superiors, but Han Fei stopped him.

“From now on, you don’t need to report to anyone. Just follow us obediently and watch your mouth and eyes.” Han Fei frowned, moved away from the blood-red words, and walked through the abandoned passage toward the interior of Laboratory Number One.

A dull ache throbbed in the back of his head, and a voice in the distance seemed to be calling out to Han Fei, awakening certain emotions hidden in his subconscious.

Han Fei has never had any memories of the past, nor has he ever seen the "Bloody Orphanage" in reality.

At the end of the passage, there is a door that looks like a mirror. The door is made of a special material that allows people on the outside to see clearly into the room, but people inside cannot see out.

"Do you have a key?" Han Fei waved to the staff member, who shook his head. Then Han Fei grabbed the toolbox on the staff member's back with one hand and slammed it against the door.

"Snapped!"

The door was smashed like a mirror, with fragments flying everywhere.

Putting down his toolbox, Han Fei seemed drawn to something and walked forward in a daze.

The opaque walls are painted with windows, outside which are the four seasons, inside which is a life that never changes.

Standing amidst the painted windows, Han Fei gazed at the building before him. The image of the orphanage where the maniac was imprisoned overlapped with the building in the depths of his mind. Han Fei seemed to see endless streams of blood seeping from every crack in the building.

In the deeper world, various fragments of memories surfaced in Han Fei's mind, blurring the boundaries between the two different worlds. Han Fei gasped for breath, unsure why he was like this; it seemed as if his body was instinctively afraid and resisting returning here.

Twenty years have passed, but the pain is still etched into my body. Even though I left with a mad laugh and all the despair, some things still cannot be changed.

Everything in Han Fei's field of vision seemed to be stained red, his life was constantly threatened, and no one could escape that blood-red night.

The children's memories and reality intertwined. Han Fei's fingernails dug into his flesh. He didn't remember the past, but he felt horrified looking at every part of the orphanage, as if his best friend had been killed there.

The dagger pierced flesh and blood, healing and death became synonymous, and the gentle person gradually went mad, becoming a monster, letting out hysterical laughter.

"You should laugh." A strange voice emerged from his memory. Standing at the gate of the orphanage, Han Fei seemed to have returned to twenty years ago. Covered in blood, he looked at the orphanage that had been stained red, and behind him stood a twisted and perverted soul.

"Han Fei? Han Fei!" Huang Ying shook Han Fei's shoulders, and it took him a while to come to his senses: "What did you see?"

"On that blood-red night, a twisted soul stood behind me; it was it that killed all the children!" Han Fei sensed malice from the deeper world emanating from that soul: "Was that joy? Or a dream?"

Moving forward, Han Fei pushed open the classroom door. In this abandoned laboratory, traces of past life remained. Many crucial things in Han Fei's memory had also been destroyed.

“Every child has a different personality and character, and they all care about different things, but everything they care about in the orphanage was stolen.”

The orphanage in Laboratory No. 1 was a direct copy of the orphanage where Han Fei and his group originally lived, and all the supplies inside were the same ones that Han Fei and his group had used before.

Han Fei has forgotten the past, but his body cannot forget the deep-seated fear. Whenever he touches something, it will activate some of the forgotten memories.

Normally, if he were locked up in this place alone, he would gradually remember everything and recover all the despair of the past.

"Gao Xing used me as a key. He would probably cut off my head after I fell into despair again. And because the black box is in my mind, they could open the passage between the deep world and reality very smoothly after sacrificing me."

Han Fei understood Gao Xing's plan, but he didn't understand why Shen Luo would appear here in his place.

"How could members of the three major criminal organizations mistakenly believe that Shen Luo was the most desperate child? What did they discover about Shen Luo? Who is misleading them?"

Han Fei found it a bit unbelievable that he could even pick the wrong sacrificial offering, but it also felt somewhat reasonable that this happened to Shen Luo.

"I've saved him so many times, is this a blessing he's given me?"

Although many things inside the orphanage were damaged, Han Fei still recalled some unpleasant experiences through some of the remaining items.

All those memories are blood red; that night there were no stars or moon, everything was shrouded in darkness.

Twisted souls appeared in the dead of night, each emanating an indescribable aura of terror.

They seemed to have conspired to shatter Fu Sheng's memories into fragments, and in order to exact revenge on Fu Sheng, they found the hope that Fu Sheng had placed in him.

Those twisted and perverse souls have their eyes on all the children who participated in the personality experiment. They believe that these children are the black box successors chosen by Fu Sheng, so they consider torturing these children as part of their revenge against Fu Sheng.

The sleeping children are unaware of what they are about to experience until a twisted soul appears at their bedside.

They laughed as they woke all the children, then let them kill each other, telling them that only one could survive in the end.

No children took action, and no one was willing to kill. The twisted souls were furious and decided to torture the children in a way that was more terrifying than death.

Some children suffered personality breakdowns and mental breakdowns, their blood and tears intertwined, and Han Fei seemed to hear the laughter of those twisted souls again.

It was so painful. There was no way to resist. No matter where you hid, you would be found. No one could bear that kind of despair.

In the torment of twisted souls, some children cannot bear it, and death becomes a release.

Those unspeakable insights into human nature add new rules: those who die later suffer the pain and despair of those who die earlier, and the longer it is delayed, the more the pain accumulates.

The young child chose death, and the night sky was stained red with blood.

One by one, the companions fell, until only the gentlest child remained, the one with the healing personality.

He did not choose death until dawn; he wanted to live on with the pain and despair of the other children!

The twisted souls did not kill him, not out of pity, but because they wanted the child to live in eternal torment of despair.

The Crimson Night was an unspeakable act of revenge against Fu Sheng, but in the end, it created a monster that no one could have predicted.

As Han Fei walked through the rooms and left the orphanage, he looked back once more.

Above the steps, there seemed to be a child covered in blood, standing alone amidst countless unspeakable figures. When the sunlight shone on his face, he smiled at Han Fei.

"He left his wild laughter for that one night, and then entrusted the rest of his life to me."

Only Han Fei in the world could understand the meaning of that smile. That most ordinary smile was something that neither he nor Kuangxiao could ever have, and it was also the promise between them.

“I am not a personality of the maniacal laughter; both he and I have a reason to exist.” Han Fei memorized the faces of those twisted souls: “I will do what I should do, so that destruction and redemption coexist.”

(End of this chapter)