My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 321: The Secret of Atrium 1244 (4000)

Chapter 321: Chapter 321: The Secret of Atrium 1244 (4000)

Honestly, Han Fei had underestimated the merchant’s courage.

This miser, in order to retrieve his own money, could be described as dancing on the edge of a knife, repeatedly jumping at the edge of soul scattering. As long as there was a sliver of hope, he would exert a hundredfold effort, even when facing neighbors stronger than himself, he continuously tried, truly inspiring.

"What exactly had happened to the merchant? His obsession seemed to be money, dying for money, and appearing because of money. For him, money seemed to be the best healing."

Following the merchant, Han Fei also saw some "Owners" in the game that he had never seen before; he discovered that there were certain differences between the Death Building Game and the Deep World’s Death Building.

In the Death Building Game, nearly all rooms were occupied, but in the Deep World’s Death Building, most owners were concentrated in rooms with the number four.

Han Fei felt that the owners in the Deep World’s Death Building had been massively cleared at one point, with only the most crucial owners left behind. It was like when Han Fei took over the Happiness Residential Community, which had many neighbors during the previous Building Chief’s time, but by the time Han Fei took over, there were hardly any neighbors left.

Carrying the Red Skirt, following the merchant, Han Fei carefully inspected the rooms within the Death Building, and soon he noticed a detail.

Following the Paper Money scattered on the ground, the merchant reached the sixth floor, where he hesitated upon seeing the child who often sleepwalked out at night, but eventually he took the child and knocked on door 1064.

The child’s mother stopped at the doorway, revealing her face.

Han Fei wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he felt she looked somewhat like that Needle Woman on the 22nd floor.

To verify his guess, Han Fei controlled the game character, racing to the 22nd floor, where he found the child with scars all over his body next to the safety door.

The child stood alone outside the safety door, sobbing quietly, while the crazed woman with the syringe hid behind the safety door on the 22nd floor.

Han Fei quietly approached, then controlled the game character to directly pick up the child and run downstairs.

The following scene was the same as in the Deep World, the crazed woman wielding the syringe burst out of the safety door, relentlessly chasing after Han Fei.

Through the screen, Han Fei closely examined the face of the woman on the 22nd floor; she and the woman on the sixth floor looked strikingly alike, almost as if they were the same person.

What made Han Fei feel even stranger was that when he brought the child, who was covered in bruises and purple marks, to the sixth floor, planning to let the merchant take the blame, the Needle Woman stopped chasing him; she didn’t enter the sixth floor hallway but just clawed and banged her head continuously against the safety door of the sixth floor.

"The door isn’t locked, why doesn’t she dare to come in?"

While Han Fei was puzzled, a loud bang suddenly came from above, like a window being smashed, followed by Han Fei seeing a woman falling from the stairwell window.

"Building-jumping Ghost!"

Timing it, the Building-jumping Ghost appeared exactly half an hour after Han Fei entered the Death Building, consistent with the Deep World.

"If outsiders are not killed by a Death Curse within half an hour, does it trigger the Building-jumping Ghost?"

A few seconds later, the chilling voice of the Building-jumping Ghost echoed in the hallway; Han Fei was on the sixth floor, too close to the entity.

Before long, the deformed building-jumping ghost climbed up to the sixth floor, her trail marked by blood stains and flesh spread across the hallway.

Seeing the building-jumping ghost, Han Fei was not overly panicked; he stared at her barely recognizable face.

"This building-jumping ghost, the Needle Woman from floor 22, and the children-gathering mother from floor 6, have somewhat similar facial structures! Could there be some connection between the three of them? Were the same source consciousnesses split into three parts?"

The more Han Fei thought about it, the more likely it seemed, since the building-jumping ghost was completely dominated by hatred, with only thoughts of killing and death in her mind, lacking not just humanity but any related memory, which was exceedingly abnormal even for a grudge.

"Could it be that the Butterfly, to control the building-jumping ghost more conveniently, tore her different memories apart? These three different women actually represent three parts of the memories."

As the building-jumping ghost drew near, Han Fei recalled another very crucial matter.

He put down the game controller, didn’t resist, and let the building-jumping ghost tear apart the game character.

With Zhuang Ren watching confusedly beside him, Han Fei took out his phone and started searching for information about the terminally ill female live-streamer from fourteen years ago.

The incident had caused quite a stir on the internet back then, and Han Fei easily found the old information.

His eyes widened as he looked at the photo of the female live-streamer, confirming his suspicion.

The photo of the female live-streamer who died fourteen years ago looked exactly the same as the female live-streamer of floor 1084 (see Chapter 309)!

That is to say, the Red Skirt from room 1044 and the female live-streamer of floor 1084 were actually the same person, only the live-streamer from room 1084—who was curious about everything and maintained a positive attitude—likely represented the sunny side of the Red Skirt.

The appearance of the photo confirmed one thing.

Frightening existences like the Red Skirt and the building-jumping ghost had their memories tampered with by the Manager; their consciousnesses were fragmented. Han Fei didn’t yet understand the Manager’s purpose, but he felt that to gain control over the Red Skirt and the building-jumping ghost themselves, their scattered memories first needed to be reintegrated.

"The female live-streamer from room 1084 is very curious about the tragedy that happened in room 1044 and retains some memory, though she thinks it’s someone else’s story. She believes she moved to the Death Building out of sympathy and curiosity. There is a clear connection between the female live-streamer and the Red Skirt, but what is the connection between the building-jumping ghost, the Needle Woman, and the divorced mother who cares for a sleepwalking child?"

"Zhuang Wen died from jumping off a building, and her death had nothing to do with needles; the divorced mother’s experiences also didn’t resemble Zhuang Wen’s—however, their children’s experiences were somewhat similar to Zhuang Wen’s."

Han Fei felt that the situation with the building-jumping ghost was not simple; there definitely was more hidden behind it.

The building-jumping ghost was the most terrifying and fiercest fierce ghost in Building 1, a monster transformed by the failed hatred. For Han Fei, if he could get the building-jumping ghost on his side, his chances of survival in the Death Building would greatly increase.

"This game might provide me with the answers."

Picking up the game controller, he continued to progress through the levels; Han Fei had now become very familiar with the Death Building Game, playing as if he were racing, his speed of completing levels increasing evermore.

Entering the Death Building Map once again, the steps before didn’t change, but this time, after obtaining the Red Skirt, he didn’t go to trouble the merchant but went to room 1084 instead.

The female live-streamer in room 1084 was the only person in the whole building who was kind to Han Fei; she had no intent to harm him, bearing a disposition similar to that of the deceased live-streamer.

As Han Fei’s suspicions grew stronger, he tried having the female live-streamer wear the Red Skirt. The moment she put on the Red Skirt, she transformed into an exceedingly hideous monster and instantly killed Han Fei’s game character.

"Why isn’t it working? Did I miss something?"

Han Fei frowned and pondered deeply, while Zhuang Ren beside him was baffled, unable to grasp the steps Han Fei had devised—his approaches were as bizarre as the Death Building Game itself.

Trying again, this time Han Fei prepared to tackle the problem from two angles.

He first carried a child to lure the Needle Woman from the 22nd floor to the 6th floor. As she went berserk, he took the child hiding behind the safety door on the sixth floor up to the eighth floor.

Timing everything meticulously, as the Building-jumping Ghost was about to appear, Han Fei knocked on door 1084, urging the Female Live-streamer to put on the Red Skirt.

While she was dressing, he began to run outside carrying two children.

After the Female Live-streamer put on the Red Skirt, she completely transformed into a monster and chased Han Fei to the sixth floor.

At that moment, Han Fei knocked on door 1064. The divorced mother inside seemed reluctant to leave her room. Faced with no choice, Han Fei, carrying two children, charged toward the Needle Woman in her presence.

The divorced mother, fearing for her children’s safety, also ran out.

At this critical junction, the Building-jumping Ghost appeared as well.

Han Fei had timed everything perfectly, gathering the divorced mother, the Needle Woman, and the Building-jumping Ghost together, but an unexpected event occurred.

Entirely driven by hatred, the Building-jumping Ghost, upon encountering the divorced mother, the Needle Woman, and their children, unexpectedly avoided them!

"There is indeed a connection between them!"

The fully enraged Red Skirt charged from the other end of the corridor. Everything went as Han Fei had anticipated; the transformed Female Live-streamer and the raging Building-jumping Ghost clashed violently.

Han Fei put down the two children and seized the opportunity to run to the top floor. The door to room 1244 wouldn’t open without a key.

Left with no other choice, Han Fei went back to the sixth floor. He tried to take advantage of the chaos to steal the key plunged into the Building-jumping Ghost’s heart, but every time his game character got close to the fighting Fierce Ghosts, he was instantly killed.

After restarting three times, Han Fei calmed down. Each restart wasted time as he had to clear the previous levels again, and he had to delve into the Deep World again tonight, leaving him no time to waste.

"There must be another way. I get killed every time I get close, but the Building-jumping Ghost didn’t harm the divorced mother or the Needle Woman when it first appeared. Maybe I can use them to get the key."

Han Fei changed his strategy. He took the child from the sixth floor to a safe place, then told the divorced mother that her child might have been hidden by the Building-jumping Ghost on the top floor, and to rescue the child, they needed to first get the key.

The divorced mother agreed. Subsequently, Han Fei lured the transformed Red Skirt over. After the Building-jumping Ghost paid a gruesome price to completely tear apart the Red Skirt, the divorced mother pulled out the key from the severely wounded Building-jumping Ghost.

However, as she touched the key, black Death Curses began to emanate from her body, those filthy, evil curses that had previously concentrated only on the Building-jumping Ghost.

As they ran toward the top floor, halfway there, the divorced mother began to recall some extremely terrifying memories, slowly transforming into a second Building-jumping Ghost.

After taking the key, as soon as Han Fei touched it, his life too began a countdown; with the Death Curse spreading through his entire body, the moment of game character death was imminent.

Not daring to waste any time, Han Fei maneuvered the game character to the top floor, where he inserted the black-red key into the lock and successfully opened the door to room 1244!

The thick black security door slowly opened, its back covered in blood-red talismans, making the entire game screen seem as if it were stained with blood.

Inside the room, various abnormal statues and ghost talismans piled up, with strange characters and spells written on the walls and an assortment of unusual prescriptions and books with bizarre patterns scattered across the floor.

There were bloodstains everywhere. As Han Fei moved the game character closer to the bedroom door, it seemed to hear his footsteps, and crying sounds suddenly emanated from inside the room.

Pushing the door open, he found an ugly, middle-aged man chained to the floor, surrounded by paper money and various tools for soul-summoning, constantly muttering pleas for mercy and words of repentance.

From this oddly dressed man, Han Fei learned of the terrible things that the building-jumping ghost had endured.

Whether ill or mentally disturbed, Zhuang Wen was always locked in the storage room. The more pain and madness she suffered, the more the man believed she was under a curse, forcing her to drink strange substances, drawing talismans on her body, and beating her repeatedly.

Looking at the cold text on the screen and listening to the sounds coming from the game, both Han Fei and Zhuang Ren felt their hearts filled with chilling cold.

Exiting the room of the middle-aged man, Han Fei opened the door to the storage closet, a cramped space with a single bed, filthy and messy, with chains and excrement thrown on the bed alongside various injections.

The room that once confined Zhuang Wen now held the middle-aged man’s son and daughter, who had been frightened into idiocy, only able to cry incessantly.

Han Fei did not intervene with the middle-aged man’s children. He lifted the bedding and sheets, which were filled with curse-laden words, meticulously recording all the pain and despair in Zhuang Wen’s memory, viewing them sent shivers down his spine.

Zhuang Wen harbored hatred for everything, including her mother. As a child, her mother had used her as a bargaining chip to threaten the horror film director Zhuang Ren. Later on, Zhuang Wen’s mother went insane.

From that moment, the seeds of resentment were sown.

Zhuang Wen hated her mother, Zhuang Ren, and even more, her foster father. To her, the world was nothing but a pressurized darkness.

"Needle Woman used her own child as bait, inflicting wounds all over him. Zhuang Wen was also abused like this, and her mother once used her as a bargaining chip to threaten the horror film director Zhuang Ren! The child of a divorced mother was trapped at home, and Zhuang Wen had also been imprisoned by her foster family. What she probably wanted most at that time was to find the non-existent key and leave that home forever, just like sleepwalking children who always find the door keys and escape at night!"

The three memories connected together, and Han Fei gripped the game controller, his heart feeling icy cold now.

"How can people be like this?"

Zhuang Ren, who was also watching the game screen, saw those vicious curses and stared at his own blood-red name written on the bedding; his hands shook uncontrollably.

"Is it because of this child? Did she lock up all my family in the Death Building?"

Zhuang Ren’s voice was clearly distressed as he breathed rapidly, clutching his chest, his expression twisted.

Enduring the pain, he grabbed some pills from the table, swallowed them, and felt a slight relief.

"Han Fei, please, check the other rooms. My family might be in this house!"