My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 268: The Building Chief’s Gift (Third Update)

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: The Building Chief’s Gift (Third Update)

The psychological support therapy helmet developed by Deep Space Technology can project a patient’s inner world, translating their emotions into specific objects and colors.

Mingmei had spent a long time in this room filled with intense colors. Her inner world was completely different from her usual demeanor; she was a madwoman with a deeply concealed facade.

She didn’t know when she had become like this. Perhaps it was due to the overall atmosphere of her family, or maybe something she did when she was a child.

"Inside the bellies of the plush dog, the plush cat, and the plush bear, she lay..."

Memories from the past always surfaced in her Brain Sea. She felt scared and fearful, yet there was no guilt or regret inside her.

Curled up in a corner of the room, she hid her true self deep within, continuously mumbling strange sentences, as if by continuing to act insane, she could stay hidden here forever.

Not of age, with a disturbed mind, the primary responsibility lay with her father. She was just a child when the incident happened. What could such a small child do?

Leaning against the wall of the room, Mingmei didn’t know how long she had been there; she only knew she was safe.

The vibrant, colorful room was dazzlingly beautiful. Amidst the onslaught of strong emotions, Mingmei herself seemed insignificant; no one would associate her current self with a vicious murder case.

Hugging her knees, keeping silent, maybe everything would pass eventually.

She closed her eyes, wanting to sleep in this colorful room, but she suddenly felt a draft of cool air.

That chill sensation was like a corpse clutching at her neck.

Her eyes snapped open and Mingmei found the colorful walls around her were gone. She was now in a dimly lit room.

Paper Money was scattered on the floor. Not a single piece of furniture in the room was intact, and in the corner stood a dilapidated Spiritual Altar.

"What place is this? Can the psychological support therapy helmet also fabricate such a specific scene?"

Mingmei stood up from the corner of the wall, looking around uneasily. Everything here was too real.

"The helmet can recreate a place from one’s memory, but I don’t recall ever being here in my memories."

Mingmei, who was wild and delirious in front of the police, still had a sense of disordered consciousness in this bizarre room.

She was smart; she feared this might be the police’s latest investigative technique.

Her fingers picked at the cracked wall plaster when suddenly she heard a soft noise from behind. Turning around, she saw that the old security door of the living room was open when she hadn’t noticed.

The dark corridor had no light, and the ground was littered with pieces of broken mirror. Each fragment seemed to reflect something.

"Is there someone else in the house?"

Looking into the dark, deep stairwell, Mingmei backed away, her heartbeat starting to quicken, unease and fear slowly emerging.

It was as if someone in the darkness was staring at her, and that terrifying feeling made her skin crawl.

A sudden coldness at her exposed ankles caused Mingmei to recoil several steps. The spot where she had just been had a thick layer of yellowed Paper Money.

"Is it bugs?"

Gathering her courage, Mingmei reached out a finger to slowly push aside the Paper Money, revealing a face smeared with bright red paint.

"Paper... Paperman?"

Being stared at by the Paperman gave Mingmei a very Abnormal feeling. She always felt as if it was smiling at her!

Her chest felt stuffy, her heart pounded rapidly, and Mingmei’s hands tried to grab onto something, anything to calm herself down.

Moving her feet, but Mingmei found that no matter where she went, the Papermen on the floor seemed to be watching her, their eyeballs, paper faces, and brightly painted cheeks all deeply imprinting themselves in her Brain Sea.

She found herself in a corner without realizing it and suddenly heard a Cry coming from nearby!

She immediately turned her head, but there was only a wall behind her.

"Is the crying coming from beyond the wall? Is there a child?"

Mingmei dared not leave the room. She stepped on the Paper Money on the floor, inching towards the bedroom.

Creak...

The broken door was pushed open bit by bit. Mingmei looked into the bedroom: "Is anyone there?"

The empty bedroom had no one in it, yet the crying went on and on.

"Is anyone there? Who’s in the house?" Mingmei’s body wouldn’t stop trembling. With no one in the bedroom or living room, could the crying be coming from within the walls?

Looking at the cracked walls, Mingmei’s gaze slowly moved up. When she saw the ceiling above her, she froze completely, then unspeakable terror exploded in her Brain Sea!

The ceiling of the room was full of children’s handprints!

The handprints were multiplying, moving, crawling towards her!

"Ah!"

She screamed and ran out of the room. The handprints had no intention of letting her go and kept chasing after her.

In blind panic, Mingmei stumbled as she rushed upstairs, terror felt like an invisible pair of hands tightly gripping her neck, slowly tightening their grasp!

"Where is this? Why am I here?"

The handprints behind her drew closer, and a huge shadow loomed rapidly in the dark.

Mingmei ran desperately. Her eyes darted past each tightly shut door, her ears filled with all sorts of strange sounds: cries, laughter, chopping sounds, the noise of something chewing voraciously.

She called for help weakly, but no answer came.

Stumbling and battered, scrapes started to appear on her arms and legs. She tumbled and rolled down the dark corridor, panic dominating every nerve.

She didn’t dare stop, knocking on every door she passed, hoping to find a corner to hide in, hoping someone would come out to help her.

Laughter and cries of children appeared at the same time, and she suddenly felt a weight on her back.

Stiffly turning her neck, Mingmei discovered that her back was crawling with children!

They had pale faces, both crying and laughing, grabbing Mingmei’s hair, pulling at her skin, as if they wanted to burrow into her body!

"Crack!"

Stepping into empty space, Mingmei tumbled down the stairs, her arm injured, her clean face smeared with dust and blood.

After the fall, she noticed the thick blood stains on the staircase.

How long would it take for a place to accumulate so much blood?

Without an answer, Mingmei screamed and scrambled up, rushing upstairs like an animal.

"Is anyone there, save me, please..."

Tears slid down her cheeks as she made it to the eighth floor, where she finally saw a door ajar.

The shape of the door seemed vaguely familiar, but she didn’t think twice, rushing straight into the room.

Closing the thick security door as fast as she could, Mingmei held onto the doorknob, her body still shaking uncontrollably.

The eerie sounds seemed to be fading away, and Mingmei leaned against the door, instinctively peering through the peephole.

Leaning forward, as her face pressed against the peephole, as she braced herself to look outside in terror, she found the peephole was filled with white.

Just as she thought the white was a stain, the whiteness in the peephole suddenly moved, and a black pupil rolled into view!

An eyeball of a living person was inside the peephole!

"Thud!"

Mingmei fell backwards in fright, sitting on the floor, her brain not yet recovered from the shock when her hand touched something.

Turning her head, she saw pieces of a torn plush toy on the ground.

The brown fur felt prickly, and Mingmei faintly felt it was familiar, but she couldn’t recall it at the moment.

Picking up the fur, as Mingmei looked at the pieces of the plush toy, her gaze also fell on the living room.

"This place..."

A terrifying sense of familiarity emerged, Mingmei could hardly believe it—she had actually returned to "her own" home!

She was familiar with every arrangement, but why were there four pairs of slippers in the shoe cabinet by the entrance?

Her eyes fixated on the extra pair of slippers in the cabinet, a name she couldn’t avoid in her memory surfaced in her mind.

"Ying Yue?"

Suddenly, there were running sounds inside the house, and Mingmei quickly scrambled up from the floor, clutching her hair so hard that she almost ripped her scalp off.

"Impossible!"

The arrangement of the room was the same as many years ago, just before Ying Yue died!

Scattered plush toy fragments were all stained with blood.

Shaking, Mingmei looked toward her own bedroom, where in the pink princess room, there were rag dolls scattered all over the floor, and in the middle of that pile sat a frail little girl!

She just sat there among the dolls, quietly watching the fish tank beside the bed.

Mingmei had once thrown the corneal dissolving solution of Ying Yue’s parents into the fish tank, then filled the bottle that stored the solution with water from the fish tank—all acts she had once done, a secret that supposedly nobody but her and the deceased Ying Yue knew.

But why was everything reappearing at this moment?

Every nerve trembling, Mingmei’s features distorted with sheer terror.

And it was at that moment, the little girl sitting among the dolls, quietly watching the fish tank, slowly turned her head.

Her pale face was childishly cute, but her eye sockets were just two dark hollow pits!

"Mingmei... I’ve waited for you for so long, you finally came to play with me..."

Hearing that familiar voice, Mingmei’s heartbeat almost stopped, and she ran crazily toward the door, desperately twisting the handle, but no matter what she did, the door just wouldn’t open.

All the plush toys in the room began to move, eyes opened in every nook and cranny, including the wardrobe, bed, table, drawers, and so on.

Ying Yue somehow appeared in the living room, her two pitch-black eye holes staring dead at Mingmei.

"Where are your dad and mom? Doesn’t your whole family like to watch me?"

All the eyes of Pupil House opened, and screams of Mingmei’s hysteria echoed through the room!

Half an hour later, the door to Ying Yue’s house was finally opened, with Han Fei standing quietly at the entrance.

There was no longer any sign of Mingmei in the room, although it seemed that a few more rag dolls had appeared.

The small Ying Yue still stood dazed in the living room until she lifted her head upon seeing Han Fei enter.

"Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Han Fei knelt in front of Ying Yue, looking at her with a touch of heartache: "I will always keep my promises to you."