My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 251 Countdown to Mental Disturbance

Chapter 251: Chapter 251 Countdown to Mental Disturbance

The sharp dinner knife pierced the skin, and the little person in the drawing had their clothes stained red with blood.

Han Fei watched Ameng waving the drawing in their hand, his complexion turning terrible in an instant.

Reaching out to grab Ameng’s shoulder, Han Fei lifted the child in one swift motion, his eyes fixed on the other’s youthful cheeks.

"Was it you who called Xu Qin away? Now why have you come back alone?"

The most dangerous devils often disguise themselves as angels, in Deep World, one must never easily trust a person, even if they seem to be a child incapable of hurting a fly.

"Drawing, drawing..."

Ameng waved the piece of drawing paper in his hand, the more frightened he became, the more he stuttered, unable to utter a complete word for a long while.

"Why would Xu Qin stab the dinner knife into herself? Where is she now?" Han Fei knew communicating with Ameng was troublesome, so he set the child down, opened Ameng’s backpack, and placed paper and pens in front of him: "Draw what you want to say."

Seemingly aware of the urgency, the shaken Ameng began scribbling on the paper with a pen.

Two little people wearing masks sat next to a dining table, on the chopping board lay a person chopped into pieces.

The masked little people pointed at the person on the chopping board, laughing and talking. Standing at a distance from the dining table, there were a few more little people, including a long-haired woman wearing a chef’s hat.

It was a crude crayon drawing, yet it had an indescribable eeriness and horror.

Han Fei glanced at Ameng from the corner of his eye, wondering internally, "What has this child seen?"

Li Zai, who stood beside Han Fei, also saw the drawing. His lanky body bent at ninety degrees, his head nearly resting on Han Fei’s shoulder: "It feels like someone in the building has been ’dealt with’? There are nine chairs next to the dining table, but counting the chef, there are only eight people in the drawing. The missing person must be the one on the chopping board. Has anyone disappeared from this building recently?"

"The Writer? The missing writer was eaten?" Holding the drawing in his hand, Han Fei then turned to Ameng: "What does this have to do with Xu Qin?"

Ameng, holding the pen, circled the red-clothed chef and drew an arrow on the paper pointing the chef towards the dining table.

"They want to eat Xu Qin next?" Piecing it together with the previous drawing, Han Fei understood that Xu Qin was a Curse Aggregation. Her actual form was the curse on the dinner knife, and if she plunged all the dinner knives into her body, she would fully merge with the curse, reaching her most powerful state.

Forcing Xu Qin to that extent indicated that people inside the building had already started moving against her.

Retrieving the Rebirth Slaughter Saber from the Item Bar, Han Fei crouched in front of Ameng: "Among the two masked people by the dining table, are you one of them?"

Ameng shook his head frantically, pointing at his face, and stuttering out, "I, I don’t have a mask. My mask was stolen."

Perhaps to add credibility to his words, Ameng picked up the pen again and drew a doctor’s coat on one of the masked little people, timidly pointing at that figure, repeatedly mumbling the word "Doctor."

"One of the killers who murdered the Writer is a Doctor? This doesn’t quite match with reality. Could it be some kind of incident has occurred in Deep World?"

Not wanting to waste any more time, Han Fei signaled Ameng to immediately lead him to Xu Qin.

He hadn’t completely trusted Ameng, but he didn’t have a better option right now.

The Butcher’s house spider’s alternate personality seemed to naturally possess an ability: no matter how the building’s corridors and scenes changed, they could easily find the right path, as if they were one with the building itself.

There was considerably less blood in the building, as if it had been cleaned, and Han Fei noticed that this place was becoming more and more like the Meat Factory Courtyard for Family in reality. The dream seemed to be slowly merging with reality, and the past tragedy looked as if it were about to replay itself.

Passing through various rooms and doors, Ameng finally led Han Fei to the fourth floor of this enormous complex of buildings, where they stopped in front of a very ordinary-looking door.

"Is Xu Qin inside the room?" Han Fei had Ameng open the door, and as the door swung open, a strong smell of disinfectant surged out from the room.

At a glance, bottles of medicine were scattered everywhere in the room, the arrangement of the room identical to that in the Spider’s home in reality!

"Where is this?"

Han Fei looked toward Ameng, who took a few breaths before pointing inside the house, "Doctor’s home, the Chef has been here before."

"The Doctor’s home?!" After hearing the child’s response, Han Fei’s eyes widened in surprise. This room, exactly like the Writer’s room in reality, was actually the Doctor’s home!

This at least indicated one thing: in the final stage of the Spider’s life, it was the Doctor’s alter ego that took over the dominant Personality!

Only this could explain why the Spider’s home in reality was the same as the Doctor’s home in the Deep World.

"Could it be that the Doctor is the Personality influenced by the Butterfly? It almost succeeded at the end!"

Entering the house, Han Fei felt as if he had returned to reality, a feeling indescribably strange.

Looking at the medicine bottles and medical reports, most of them were the same as those in reality.

"The Doctor Personality is responsible for self-healing, the mere existence of the Doctor Personality implies that Spider is a patient, an abnormal individual. It indeed makes the most sense for the Butterfly to start with the Doctor Personality to potentially crush the Spider."

The interior of the house had no differences from reality, and Han Fei even remembered where every item was placed.

After inspecting the living room and kitchen, Han Fei entered the bedroom.

It was when he looked at the bookshelf that he finally noticed a difference from reality.

Instead of the books "Beast Alley" and "The Butcher’s Home," there were two thick medical case reports.

Han Fei picked up one of them and started flipping through it, the content and pictures making him feel uneasy.

"Recently, the number of sick people in the alley has started to rise, all patients showing the same symptoms: coughing, fever, with wheezing, red rashes appearing on the skin surface, and unexplained severe itching."

"After initial consultation, all patients had bought and consumed cooked meat from the Meat Factory on the evening of the fourth day."

"Excluding the possibility of food poisoning, patients with mild symptoms worsened after one week, feeling unbearable itching, many of them scratched themselves, presenting self-harm."

"By the second week, most patients started having illusions and hallucinations, believing that something had burrowed into their bodies and wanting surgery, though no foreign object was found during examination. Patients’ weight did not change significantly, but their bodies suddenly became emaciated, as if their flesh and blood had been drained by something."

"In the third week, some patients’ skin began to crack, and large amounts of obvious bloodstains appeared on their bodies, with a few cases showing symptoms of skin melting."

"By the fourth week, a large number of patients in the alley died, and the specific diagnosis of the disease is as follows."

Looking at the reports one by one, Han Fei felt his heart clench. These were real lives.

Closing the first case report, Han Fei then opened the second book to review.

The second book contained detailed accounts, recording the daily changes in the Doctor’s own body.

"February 4th, no obvious change in physical condition..."

"February 5th, skin itching."

"February 7th, first hallucinations experienced."

"February 15th, the body had noticeably thinned, skin cracked, both itching and pain were present, and the urge to tear open the body became increasingly strong."

"February 21st, there was clearly something trying to burrow out of the stomach, skin began to dissolve, and internal organs could be faintly seen."

"February 25th, all medication became ineffective, illusions and hallucinations had completely infiltrated the brain, and surgery could not stop the body from deteriorating. Indeed, I should not have consumed what belonged to the Writer, it’s just that I don’t know in what form he will return this time."