My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 332 - 322: The Wardrobe Leading to Death

Chapter 332: Chapter 322: The Wardrobe Leading to Death

Suggestions are feasible; wishes are simply pure hopes. There is a clear distinction between the two.

Looking at the cigarette in his hand, Han Fei did not immediately light it up; he held it for self-defense purposes.

Many owners had a high opinion of Han Fei’s work after seeing Red Skirt, and the fact that the old woman dared to make suggestions indicated she wasn’t too afraid of Red Skirt. For such owners, Han Fei naturally had to be cautious.

The old woman picked up on something in Han Fei’s words. The butterfly pattern at the back of her neck rippled like waves as she stepped back and said earnestly, "You’re going to get everyone killed. Do you think you’re saving them? You’re actually hurting them. That’s the only way they can survive in the Death Building. You’re cutting off their lifeline."

If you were the building-jumping ghost from the top floor, or the female live-streamer behind me, would you prefer to be obliviously used as a tool by your enemies, or would you want to fight fiercely for that faint glimmer of hope?" Han Fei did not want to fight with the old woman as he had always respected his elders and cared for the young.

Putting herself in their shoes, the old woman in black no longer spoke, but she continued to block the entrance to room 1144 and refused to make way.

"You’ve admitted it. You’re definitely not considering others; you’re just worried about the Death Building Manager’s wrath," said Han Fei who, despite his young age, had developed a keen eye for seeing through people as an Acting master: "No one wants to die. Everyone’s working hard to survive. It’s just about changing the way we live now."

"It’s useless, you’re all just struggling in vain."

"What we do is our business. Aren’t you looking for a way out? The door to the first floor has been opened, but if you step out of this building, you’ll no longer be an owner of Building One," Han Fei said casually. He had agreed to let the old woman go but hadn’t specified when she could leave.

If the old woman truly chose to leave, he would confront her directly, extract all the secrets she knew, and then consider his next steps.

"You have no idea how terrifying the Manager is. If it enters Building One, it’ll kill everyone except the residents of rooms 1044, 1144, and 1244," the old woman said, pointing to the room behind her: "I hope you won’t provoke it anymore before you make a grave mistake."

The more you say that, the more curious I become. I’ve seen the Madman in room 1144. He looks weak. Why does the Manager care so much about him?" asked Han Fei, his gaze firming even more after the old woman spoke.

As a conflict seemed imminent, the door to room 1144 suddenly opened.

The bald-faced Madman crouched at the doorway, cautiously looking out into the hallway.

"Old Ghost? What brings you here again!" The Madman stared dead at the woman in black, then frantically waved at Han Fei, signaling him to run away quickly.

"I’m saving you, and... you should call me Aunt Jia." The old woman in black always felt vexed seeing the Madman but was at a loss for what to do.

"What do I call you? I just know you’re a ghost!" The Madman screamed loudly. Oddly enough, although the old woman was annoyed, she did not harm the Madman.

"Since everyone’s out now, just speak your mind," said Han Fei, putting his cigarette away and pulling out the Rebirth Slaughter Saber: "Tell me everything you know."

Seeing Han Fei threatening a ghost with a saber, the Madman finally began to realize what was happening, his expression gradually changing.

"Are all security guards this fierce now?"

Han Fei himself didn’t have much intimidation factor, but the problem was that after he drew his saber, Red Skirt and the Bridal Gown Woman also walked over, filling the corridor with blood red. The woman in black had her escape route sealed off.

After weighing her options, the woman in black did not resist. She threw her black scarf to the ground, revealing the pattern on her neck.

"I’ll tell you the truth. The Madman in room 1144 is the body the Manager has prepared for itself. If its current body is destroyed, it can resurrect directly onto the Madman through some method," the old woman said, ripping off the Madman’s shirt.

"What are you doing!"

The clothes shattered into fragments, revealing the madman’s body, covered in patterns.

"He is the manager’s backup. If he leaves room 1144 for too long, or if there is some problem with him, the manager will immediately come over," the old man hoped Han Fei would understand the gravity of the situation.

"So you’re saying that we can use him to lure the manager? Even design a trap in advance to trap the manager?"

"That’s not what I mean!"

"You just gave me an idea." Han Fei opened the door to room 1144, his feelings entirely different from the last time he entered.

"Brother, how did you get mixed up with them? They are ghosts! They are all ghosts!" The madman yelled wildly, crawling next to the door.

"Humans are divided into good and bad, and so are ghosts. Think about it from another angle—like you, they are all victims, innocent souls harmed by the manager. You are not enemies, but you have a common enemy."

Listening to Han Fei’s analysis, a hint of doubt mingled with the mad frenzy in the madman’s eyes. His expression gradually calmed, and it seemed that Han Fei’s words made some sense to him.

"Last time you said you had to be back in your bedroom before four o’clock in the morning, otherwise something bad would happen. I’m very curious about what is in your bedroom."

Han Fei wanted to obtain the hidden profession, which required the approval of all the owners. If there was something else hiding in room 1144, he might miss out on the hidden profession of Death Building Security Guard.

"I can’t explain it clearly, you should see for yourself. This bedroom seems to be connected to other places."

The madman glanced at the clock on the wall and then opened the bedroom door.

As the door was pulled open, the madman’s body tilted into the bedroom, as if something else inside was pulling on him!

"Rebirth!"

Without a word of nonsense, Han Fei swung the Slaughter Saber down on the door.

The brilliance of humanity tore through the black and red door, striking into the darkness.

A scream came from the bedroom, and an arm much longer than a normal human’s retracted back into the wardrobe.

Helping the madman up, Han Fei stared into the bedroom.

The room was furnished with a desk and a bed, most of the furniture appeared normal, but a wardrobe in the corner exuded an intense Death Intent.

The wardrobe seemed to be alive, its doors covered in butterfly patterns and dense blood vessels. It was fixed in the corner, directly across from the madman’s bed.

"This wardrobe is a very rare Curse Item. The manager can use it to enter room 1144 directly; it’s one of the escape routes he has reserved for himself," the woman clad in black spoke with a somber tone, realizing it was too late to leave now.

"The manager can enter through the wardrobe? Does the inside of the wardrobe connect to Building No. 4?" Just as Han Fei was about to approach the wardrobe, Red Skirt walked over, the countless Blood Silk weaving astonishing patterns around him.

"Apart from the manager, no one knows where the wardrobe leads, nor does anyone know what’s inside it. There have been fearless people who tried to enter the wardrobe to check, but after they went in, they never came out again," the old woman in black sighed. She wanted to say more, but suddenly noticed Han Fei’s gaze wandering between her and the wardrobe.

A chill instantly crawled up to her heart, and she hastily retreated, but it was already a bit too late.