My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 307 Night Patrol

Chapter 307: Chapter 307 Night Patrol

The door to the sanitary room was half open, and the blood-stained person was hanging in the spot where Red Skirt had been before. His body seemed to be boneless, dangling softly.

Blood was slowly slipping down his outer garment, dripping onto the floor, staining the white tiles red.

Looking at the sanitary room, Han Fei felt as if a hand had violently grasped his throat, preventing him from breathing. At this moment, his limbs were ice-cold, and his gaze seemed to have solidified.

What was swaying in the darkness was not the red dress but a person dyed red with blood.

Wounds were hidden underneath the security uniform, saturating the outerwear with blood. The person’s head was hanging low, and judging from their facial features, they bore a strong resemblance to the young security guard, Xiaofang.

The window in the sanitary room seemed not to have been closed tightly. The cold wind blew, and in the darkness, Xiaofang, who was hung in the room, suddenly lifted his hand.

He fished a sharp pair of scissors out of his pocket!

Those scissors were stained with blood and red fabric. Xiaofang had said that he wanted to use these scissors to shred Red Skirt.

His five fingers gripped the scissors, and then he began cutting into his own skin.

A dark red blood instantly flowed out, but Xiaofang felt no pain. His movements grew faster and faster, as if he had been possessed, completely out of control.

His heart was pounding fiercely. Han Fei wanted to warn the other person, but it was as if he’d been struck by sleep paralysis, unable to move or speak.

Struggling desperately, using all his strength to resist, in the final moment, the blood-red patterns on Han Fei’s arm began to circulate, bringing pain as if needles were piercing his flesh. Han Fei suddenly woke up.

He shouted loudly. Brother Hua, who had fallen asleep at some unknown time, jerked up from the ground and began sweeping around wildly with a strong flashlight.

"The sanitary room! Quick, save Xiaofang!"

Without needing Han Fei to speak, Xiaofang’s screams were already emanating from the sanitary room.

He had fallen to the ground, his body bearing several wounds.

"Xiaofang, why did you run to the sanitary room in the middle of the night?" Brother Hua asked as he saw Xiaofang covered in blood, terrified.

"I don’t know either. I had fallen asleep and even had a dream... It seemed like Red Skirt had come back. I wanted to destroy it, prepared to shred it and bury it in the soil..." Xiaofang’s eyes were red, pain contorting his face. "When I woke up, I was already here. Brother Hua, what’s going on? Was I possessed by Red Skirt!"

Fear filled Xiaofang’s voice, and he was in complete panic.

Before Han Fei suggested getting rid of Red Skirt, Xiaofang had proposed shredding or burning it and then burying it in the soil. Now, those things didn’t happen to Red Skirt; instead, they happened to him!

Seeing Xiaofang in such a pitiable state, Brother Hua felt both distressed and afraid. As he was about to approach and treat the young security guard’s wounds, it seemed he saw something, and the step he took halted instantly, "Xiao-, Xiaofang, behind you!"

Xiaofang, already scared to death, turned around quickly upon hearing Brother Hua’s words, and what he saw nearly scared the urine out of him.

The blood-red dress was pressing against his back as if a drowning person were clinging desperately to someone else’s back, trying to drag them into the depths with them.

With a scream, Xiaofang grabbed Red Skirt intending to throw it to the ground, but recalling what he had just experienced, he grew frightened. In the end, he dared only to gently place Red Skirt in the bathtub.

"What do we do now? It not only came back, but it seems even redder, as if it had drunk a lot of blood." Xiaofang sat on the floor of the toilet, eyes full of terror.

Brother Hua seemed to have gone through these things before: "It’s all starting over again. When only one of the three of us is left, Red Skirt might stop."

He took out a first aid kit and began to bandage Xiaofang’s wounds.

The Red Skirt was, in some ways, fair; Xiaofang’s skin was blood-stained and gory to look at, but they were all superficial injuries.

"Brother Hua, what exactly happened to you guys last time?" Han Fei was very curious about Brother Hua’s previous experiences, of which the latter always spoke vaguely, seemingly unwilling to recall those scenes.

After a long hesitation, Brother Hua finally spoke up: "Red Skirt last appeared a few months ago. At that time, in Building One, there were four security guards, two seasoned ones leading two newcomers. I remember clearly, it was normal in the earlier part of the night, but in the latter half, Red Skirt inexplicably appeared..."

He sighed softly, "At first, we just tossed Red Skirt into the trash can. Later that night, during patrol, a newcomer suddenly fell from the building, landing right on the recycling bin for household garbage downstairs. The remaining three of us didn’t connect this incident with Red Skirt at first, but in the following days, Red Skirt kept reappearing, constantly plaguing us. The other two security guards also met with accidents one after another, and when I was the only one left, Red Skirt suddenly disappeared."

Brother Hua seemed to have revealed what happened initially, but he omitted many details.

Han Fei did not believe that Red Skirt would just disappear on its own; he suspected that Brother Hua was hiding something, as the other party never elaborated on how the other two security guards died. Han Fei had every reason to suspect that Brother Hua had personally killed the other two guards.

This person was generally a good man, but when their life was at stake, very few could maintain their integrity.

Human nature was continuously clashing within Ghost Building, like a vividly colorful flower, which was exactly the purpose of "Flower Pot," and precisely what Butterfly wanted to witness.

The room became oppressive, and Xiaofang wanted to cry. He felt that he had already been haunted by a ghost and that he might be the first to die.

"I’ve had the most contact with Red Skirt; it definitely won’t let me go..." As Xiaofang was feeling despair, he suddenly saw Han Fei, frail, picking up Red Skirt from the bathtub: "You’re the only one among us three who has never touched Red Skirt. I advise you not to get involved with it."

"I want to try something." It was the first time Han Fei touched Red Skirt, holding it in his hand and carefully feeling the sensation at his fingertips.

The craftsmanship of the dress was average, not made of any high-level materials, but it felt very comfortable to touch, as if stroking smooth human skin.

There were not many patterns on the dress, but they were very delicate. The original owner seemed to really like this dress; it was clearly saturated with blood, yet it gave off a faint fragrance.

"What... what kind of experiment do you want to do?" Brother Hua interrupted Han Fei, looking at him as if he had seen a "pervert."

"Wait a moment." Han Fei took Red Skirt into the bedroom. He lifted the bedsheets and put the dress under the bed: "Let’s turn off the lights and go out for a bit."

The room with the lights on was completely different from the room with lights off. Han Fei wanted to see if Red Skirt could take care of the thing Delivery Ghost had sent under the bed.

If that thing was taken care of by Red Skirt, Han Fei could try to infer the conditions that might need to be met for Red Skirt and other ghosts and monsters to take action.

While the other two security guards didn’t quite understand what Han Fei was trying to do, they had already turned off the lights and left the room.

Just as they stepped out of the room, a scream came from room 1044. The sound persisted for a full minute, giving all three security guards goosebumps.

When the scream stopped, Han Fei, hiding behind Brother Hua, re-entered the room with the other two.

They turned on the light, and everything seemed normal. It appeared nothing had happened in the bedroom.

But when Han Fei lifted the bedsheets, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

Red Skirt lay in its original place, unmoved, but there was a large bloodstain under the bed board, as if a blood-filled balloon had been twisted apart under the bed.

"Do you remember what I said earlier? The delivery man brought something into the room, which should now have been taken care of." Han Fei lifted Red Skirt: "This dress not only kills people but also ghosts. Perhaps we shouldn’t resist it but learn to coexist with it."

"Coexist with a red dress?"

"Let me put it in a way that might be easier for you to understand." Han Fei held Red Skirt solemnly: "Room 1044 was originally her room; we are merely tenants living in it. Since we are tenants, wouldn’t the landlord collect rent?"

"Yes." Xiaofang and Brother Hua nodded.

"Money is of no use to them; our lives are the rent. If we don’t want to die, shouldn’t we offer her other forms of rent? For example, a blood sacrifice of certain things within the building?" Han Fei already had an idea in mind: "She seems to really like the ’items’ brought by the delivery person. She couldn’t wait to act before we even left the room. In that case, why don’t we offer the Delivery Ghost to her?"

"Delivery Ghost?" Brother Hua had no idea how Han Fei came up with these things.

"We are the community’s security guards, tasked with maintaining public order. Red Skirt is also one of the owners, and Delivery Ghost is trespassing into an owner’s home, moreover hiding under the owner’s bed. Don’t you think he should be punished?" Han Fei made a lot of sense, and with his gentle persuasion, Xiaofang and Brother Hua also agreed.

Before they knew it, Han Fei had become the core of this small trio, something not even he had realized yet.

"It’s also time for the late-night patrol; let’s go together."

Under Brother Hua and Xiaofang’s astonished gaze, Han Fei folded Red Skirt neatly. Only then did they realize that when Han Fei said "let’s go together," he meant to take Red Skirt with them on patrol.