My Healing Games

Chapter 979 Player Number Two
After speaking with the police, Han Fei returned to the Immortal Lab. He communicated with Number Two through the equipment in the lab and decided to meet at the Happiness Community location.

The second brain, which doesn't react to anyone else, only responds to Han Fei's words, which is something that the researchers at Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals can't understand.

After a busy day, Han Fei returned home at midnight and logged into the game.

As crimson light descended, a pair of eyes within the gray cocoon remained fixed on Han Fei, who seemed to be slowly confirming something.

Han Fei could sense the gaze hidden within the gray cocoon, but he had no way to avoid it, because logging in and out of the game took time.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei regained consciousness. He pushed open the gate of the camp and waited patiently at the intersection.

"Is this Mr. Zhang's wife playing a game for the first time? Won't she get lost?"

The number of pedestrians on the street dwindled, and after the onlookers dispersed, a young woman pushed a wheelchair over.

"Hello, Han Fei."

Women love beauty, and Mr. Zhang's wife is no exception. In order to show her best side, she adjusted her game appearance to the most beautiful moment of her life.

"Come in quickly, Teacher Zhang has been waiting for a long time." Han Fei took the wheelchair and called out to Zhang Mingli after entering the residence.

The highly cultured Mr. Zhang was speechless upon seeing the woman; this was the first time they had met outside of the nightmare.

"You two can continue your conversation." Han Fei tactfully pushed the wheelchair away, and then...

He opened the inventory and handed the child in the wheelchair a series of brain fragments that resembled gems.

Number Two's appearance in the shallow world was similar to his appearance in the shrine; he was not very old, but had lost both legs.

Without Han Fei's explanation, after Number Two touched those brain fragments from the deep world, the crimson color merged into his body, making his consciousness and soul whole again.

"You seem to be in trouble again." Number Two's voice and tone were exactly the same as those in the shrine of joy; he seemed to still retain the memories from back then.

"That's too formal. We've been through thick and thin together; we're all passengers on the same boat." Han Fei had never treated Number Two like a child: "Blood Night has many unspeakable involvements, but the mastermind is Dream. Our confrontation has reached a critical juncture."

"Where is Zero?"

"He has taken over all the shrines I acquired and has become the Unspeakable, guarding the passage to the Deep World." Han Fei pushed the wheelchair forward: "The Deep World is not peaceful right now. The Unspeakable is watching us like a hawk. They all have designs on the passage. If we don't deal with Dream soon, Zero will be in great danger."

Despite only having one brain left, Number Two actually has a clear understanding of the overall situation: "Four million players are trapped in the game and have become hostages. The major forces in reality dare not make any rash moves. The dream can also force you to open the passage between the deep world and reality. No matter how you calculate it, you can't lose."

“Yes.” Han Fei gazed at the gray fog spreading across the main city: “Unless we can destroy the Dream Shrine, tear it apart, and devour it!”

Hearing Han Fei's words, Number Two also smiled: "That's right, this is the only path left in front of us. If we can devour the eleven shrines built by Meng, Number Zero and I might be able to advance further."

"That's why I asked you to come here." Han Fei took out the nightmare operation diagram drawn by Teacher Zhang: "The dream appeared an era earlier than Fu Sheng. It is more terrifying than any of the unspeakable things I have encountered before. Although its true form has not descended into the shallow world, it has already caused us a lot of trouble. Now the whole city is shrouded in gray fog. To destroy the shrine that creates the gray fog, we must pass through one nightmare after another. And a very small part of these nightmares are constructed based on the dream's own memories. I hope you can use your abilities to find those most special nightmares."

“I am good at manipulating fate and predicting the future, but this ability is not invincible. It requires people and things that are entangled with the fate of dreams as a catalyst. The deeper the bond, the greater the probability of a successful prediction.” Number Two leaned back in his wheelchair: “In addition, I should remind you that we are all under the surveillance of dreams now. Every time we use power that exceeds its rules, it will detect it.”

"I know that."

“What I mean is, Meng doesn’t know I exist yet. I suggest you make sure you’re fully prepared before I make my move.” Number Two looked at Han Fei: “I am an ineffable being with a complete consciousness and soul. The moment I unleash my full power, the rules of the game will be rewritten, and Meng may no longer be able to slowly boil me down.”

When Number Two makes his move, it will be the time when he completely breaks ties with Meng. Perhaps the Unspeakable One, who is lingering near the Deep World Paradise, will also launch an attack on the passage.

"Of course, even without using my abilities, I can see many things that you can't." Number Two picked up the sketch drawn by Zhang Mingli: "I didn't become smart because I became unspeakable, but because my brainpower made me unspeakable."

"I don't understand, but I've always thought you're amazing." Han Fei mainly focused on physical strength, and he felt that he and Number Two were from different schools of thought.

As the wheelchair was pushed into the lobby, Huang Ying and Bai Xian gathered around.

"Let me introduce this new member to you. He is the smartest child I have ever met."

When Han Fei introduced Number Two to the stationed members, Number Two kept staring at Huang Ying, which made Huang Ying feel uneasy, as if his fate had been lifted up by an invisible hand.

“We’re quite lucky; there’s someone in your base who’s entangled with the fate of dreams.” Number Two pointed at Huang Ying: “He’s transforming into a new nightmare, a living nightmare.”

"Me?" This was the first time Huang Ying had been told this. He had no idea he was so capable.

"His name is Huang Ying, the number one player in the shallow world. Before Butterfly died, he led him into a nightmare. Later, I'll also introduce you to a special talent named Shen Luo. That guy obtained a fragment of consciousness hidden in Fu Sheng's shrine." Han Fei opened his contacts and sent a message to Shen Luo.

After the introductions were completed, Han Fei pushed the wheelchair and, together with Number Two, arrived at the central square of the main city.

Four million players enter and exit the nightmare every day, collecting a wealth of information and experiencing countless nightmares.

For Han Fei and Number Two, all players are like their eyes.

“These nightmares may seem varied, but they are actually connected.” Under the constant torment of the experiments, Number Two’s brain has transcended the human realm. He can always see through the surface of things and directly see the essence: “After your friend comes, I will leave a mark of fate on the three of you. When you enter the nightmare, it will be like my tentacles reaching into the shrine to perceive the inside of the shrine.”

"Me too?"

"Your fate intersects with that of Dream, and there's a 90% chance you'll die at Dream's hands," Number Two said calmly.

"So, the remaining 10% is that I killed Meng?" Han Fei clenched his fists. Even if there was only a 10% chance, he would put in 100% effort.

“No, the remaining one percent is that you will be killed by something else.” Number Two sighed: “Don’t be discouraged, fate is not immutable.”

"I knew I shouldn't have asked you." Han Fei pushed Number Two around the central square, organizing all the players' completion information. A few hours later, a man completely wrapped in a black robe sneaked up to Han Fei's side.

"Han Fei, could we meet somewhere less crowded next time?" Shen Luo's voice came from under his black robe. He was very careful, afraid of being recognized by other players.

"What heinous thing have you done?" Han Fei was also surprised. A dazzling butterfly pattern flashed across Shen Luo's face. He was definitely Meng's lackey!
"This is so hard..." Shen Luo's voice trembled with tears: "Every time I try to save the players who entered the Nightmare with me, I accidentally injure them severely. I keep receiving rewards from the Nightmare, but it seems that several super guilds, such as Truth and the Merchant Alliance, have started to hunt me down! After they see me, they don't even care about the Nightmare anymore, they want to kill me first! We are all from the same root, why are we fighting each other so fiercely!"

"How about this, why don't you consider helping Nightmare next time? Instead of helping the players?" Han Fei thought Shen Luo should change his approach.

“No, even though I’m wearing a butterfly pattern cloak, my heart is still that of a player!” Shen Luo said firmly. Then he saw Number Two sitting in a wheelchair: “Where did you pick up this child? Was he abandoned by his family? We’re doing something very dangerous right now, so it’s best not to involve him.”

The children in the Crimson Orphanage are all homeless orphans, and Shen Luo always manages to inadvertently touch upon the scars in the hearts of the monsters.

Fortunately, Number Two and Xu Qin had different temperaments. Number Two, who could always see the essence of things, silently grabbed the sides of the wheelchair and moved away from Shen Luo.

To avoid revealing Shen Luo's presence, Han Fei led the two into a private room that Huang Ying had prepared in advance. This room was located in the basement of the mission hall of the central building and was Huang Ying's private room.

After closing the door, Huang Ying, who had been waiting for a long time, took out a tray from the safe, on which were placed nineteen black and white fragments.

"You asked me to keep an eye out for this before, and after I explained it to the major guilds, I acquired this many in total." Huang Ying used his money power: "Those guilds must still have some. They also want to figure out the purpose of this thing, after all, it is a special item brought out from the nightmare."

"A fragment of a counterfeit black box?" Number Two casually picked up a black and white fragment: "Dream is a madman who has lost his humanity. He traps people in nightmares and repeatedly stimulates them with their most painful and desperate things for decades, just to get such a small fragment."

"Actually, I don't understand why Meng wants the black box so much?" Han Fei frowned as he looked at the black and white fragments, each fragment representing a person's life.

“You should know this better than I do.” Number Two didn’t say it explicitly. He reached out and tried to piece the fragments together. “The quantity is still too small. Let’s continue to buy fragments. We don’t have much time. If we really can’t buy them, we’ll steal and rob them, and then frame Meng. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.”

"Do you need me to take action?" Shen Luo felt that his current identity was quite suitable for taking the blame.

"I'm just offering you a perspective." Number Two, sitting in his wheelchair, looked at the three people in front of him: "The fate of the dream will intersect with all three of you at the same time, which is also its bad luck."

With a smile, Number Two picked up a piece of paper from the table, stained it with his own blood, and folded it into three paper airplanes: "From now on, keep these paper airplanes close to your bodies. I need you to constantly challenge all kinds of dreams, the higher the difficulty, the better."

"Is it really that simple?" Shen Luo asked, holding a paper airplane. "Like playing house?"

"You can set off now. I need to gather the walkthrough information from four million players to find out the operating rules of Nightmare." Number Two waved his hand impatiently, his expression seeming to say—hurry up and leave, don't pollute my eyes.

Leaving Number Two in the private room, Han Fei and the other two went together to the shrine furthest from the Happiness Community.

"Brother Han, why are you from the Happy Community, but we have to meet at the Inevitable Truth side?"

"Because we can't put all our eggs in one basket, you and I are the hope of all the players, so it's best to act separately normally."

"Makes sense."

The three of them walked hand in hand into the gray fog, continuing forward.

After clearing the ninth level of the nightmare, Han Fei was getting closer and closer to the shrine in the building. They walked through the corridor, entered the stairwell, and went up floor by floor until darkness fell.

After the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, Han Fei, Shen Luo, and Huang Ying found themselves in the same room. This was the tenth level of the nightmare!

Unlike the fifth nightmare in my memory, this time there were two shrines in the completely enclosed room instead of a bed.

The shrine on the left had its doors tightly closed and looked rather ordinary; the shrine on the right had its doors slightly ajar, and one could vaguely see a distorted and deformed statue inside.

The statue imprisoned in the shrine was severely damaged, its body wrapped with blackened red rope, and its neck, head, and limbs were pierced by the murder weapon.

"It's time to make a choice again. Should we choose the intact shrine on the left, or the shrine on the right that looks cruel and terrifying?" Huang Ying frowned in thought, but ultimately decided to follow Han Fei's advice: "There are no clues in the room. What do you think we should choose?"

"I think it would be better to let Shen Luo choose first." Han Fei was glad that he came in with Shen Luo this time. After Shen Luo made his choice, he and Huang Ying could choose another option.

(End of this chapter)