My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 296: The Butterfly Trapped by Huang Ying

Chapter 296: Chapter 296: The Butterfly Trapped by Huang Ying

Consciousness detached, time seemed infinitely slowed, Han Fei could clearly see his own body drifting away, while he saw a hand reaching for his leg.

As fingertips grazed him, his soul seemed to freeze, Han Fei looked down, but saw nothing.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei removed the game helmet and opened the Game Box.

His pupils were still nervously twitching, struggling to calm down for a long time.

"Exiting the game couldn’t stop that thing, I almost failed to exit."

The Game Box constantly adjusted Han Fei’s body, he didn’t feel any anomalies, and his mental state was also very good.

But as he was preparing to step out of the Game Box, he suddenly fell to the ground.

Han Fei stared incredulously at his left leg, which from the calf down, had completely lost sensation.

"That unspeakable ghost, its fingers brushed against my left leg!"

After gazing at his left leg for a long time, Han Fei rested for a while, and finally, his left leg returned to normal. However, this time, it really frightened him.

"Just a touch, and I couldn’t feel my left leg. From this, it can be surmised, maybe I wouldn’t die physically if I died in the game, but I’d probably lose all consciousness and become a vegetative state."

The joy of reaching level twelve was diminished, Gesheng had taught Han Fei a good lesson, it made him, who had gradually adapted to Deep World, re-experience that feeling of being dominated by death and despair.

"The waters of Deep World are too deep, even someone as strong as Little Eight, can only hide in Happiness Residential Community. I need to be even more cautious."

After purchasing the Game Box, Han Fei thought about leveling up quickly, but he ran into Gesheng again.

Han Fei now realized that "Perfect Life", this game had a fundamental difference from other games on the market. In other games, people play the game; in "Perfect Life", NPCs play people.

Only by keeping cautious and humble at all times, can one have more chances to survive.

Sitting on the bed, Han Fei wasn’t sleepy at all right now, the Game Box from Deep Space Technology was indeed effective. While immersed in the game, his body was fully relaxed and rested.

"Playing games is just like sleeping, I have some extra time each day now." The one thing Han Fei was short of right now was time. He looked at the sky outside the window which wasn’t fully bright yet, turned on the computer, and began searching for information about homicides related to the Death Building and Gesheng.

Searching until the sun rose, Han Fei didn’t find anything. There were many places known as the Death Building around the world, but none were in Xinhu, and they were completely different from the building Han Fei was looking for; most could only be seen as stories.

"Searching blindly like this is too inefficient, it’s faster to ask someone relevant for help." Han Fei made a call to Huang Ying, hoping he could help contact Feng Ziyu.

Feng Ziyu was a colleague of the insane tester and one of the firsthand witnesses of that incident. He had been searching for information related to the Death Building all these years.

The phone was answered by Huang Ying after only one ring; it seemed he had set a special ringtone for Han Fei’s calls.

"Brother Huang Ying, did you have that nightmare again last night?" Han Fei still cared about Huang Ying, and after asking, it took a while before Huang Ying spoke.

"It’s the same dream..." Huang Ying’s demeanor was strange; normally, people who are haunted by the Butterfly, would go insane, just like Spider’s Chef personality.

Even if barely enduring, they would become overly nervous and suspicious of everything until they eventually drove themselves mad.

But Huang Ying’s reaction was very calm, not only showing no fear or panic, and his words seemed almost nostalgic.

"Do you need me to come over? I suggest you just stay at the police station for the time being," Han Fei really didn’t want anything to happen to Huang Ying.

"I don’t know how to describe it to you, in my dream it was like I was living another life, in the dream, my mother didn’t leave me, she was with me..." Huang Ying said this and suddenly stopped talking.

"And then?" Han Fei knew Butterfly wasn’t so kind.

"Then she tried to kill me in the dream in various ways."

Hearing Huang Ying’s words, Han Fei took a deep breath, Butterfly had become the person Huang Ying loved and respected most, and then used this method to shred Huang Ying’s innermost memories.

He was very worried and immediately connected to Huang Ying’s video call.

Watching Huang Ying on the phone screen, dressed in pajamas and looking like a big boy, Han Fei was a little puzzled; he didn’t see any signs of a mental breakdown in Huang Ying.

"Don’t worry really, I’m okay." Except for not having shaved in a long time and looking a bit unkempt, Huang Ying looked no different than usual.

"Aren’t you in pain? To be killed by the person you respect the most, your beautiful memories twisted, don’t you feel desperate? Brother Huang Ying, tell me your true feelings, so the police and I can help you," Han Fei said earnestly.

"True feelings?" Huang Ying thought for a while: "Actually, the incident that happened when I was a child has always been my nightmare, it’s the scene that I least want to recall in my heart. What I most hoped for was that my mom could live on well, not lose her own life saving me. She was the best person in the world."

Huang Ying and Han Fei had a life-and-death friendship; they were also each other’s only friends. Huang Ying didn’t hold back and said everything that was on his mind.

"My father also didn’t like me for a long time, he sent me abroad probably because he didn’t want to see me."

"To tell the truth, I’ve lived for thirty years and still haven’t forgotten that memory, I just learned how not to let others see my sadness."

"I’ve always felt guilty about my mother, it was I who killed her, I want to make amends, but there’s no way to do it... not until these nightmares started."

"When I saw my mother standing on the shore, not jumping down to save me, my first feeling wasn’t fear, but a long sigh of relief; I was very worried she would also die in the dream."

"Later when she tried to kill me in the dream, it was very terrifying, but for some reason, I felt like I was atoning."

"With every death, I felt a bit more relieved, the pain that had been squeezed at the bottom of my heart was slowly being released."

"My guilt, my self-blame, my pain, these things that nearly suffocated me, were disappearing with each death."

"In the latter half of the nightmare, I even started to approach my mother knowingly she intended to kill me, but I would never run away, just as she unhesitatingly jumped into the icy lake water back then."

Huang Ying on the screen took a deep breath, his face suddenly broke into a smile: "I also understand what Butterfly is trying to do, but I don’t care."

Huang Ying seemed to have woken up to some strange thought, Han Fei didn’t know whether this was good or bad, he guessed even Butterfly was a bit confused now.

"Is there anything else?"

"Butterfly making no progress on your end is the best news for me," Han Fei started talking about his request regarding investigating the Death Building, and Huang Ying agreed very readily; he actively helped Han Fei get in contact with Feng Ziyu.

Soon after, Han Fei received a document, after entering an encryption command, he found the content of the document was all related to the Death Building.

"Death Building isn’t just a specific block or a community, it is a congregation of many Ghost Buildings, and doomed buildings."

Caught by the first line on the document, Han Fei was deeply attracted. He hung up the video call and started to study it seriously.

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