My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 335: The Closet of the Adulterer

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: The Closet of the Adulterer

All around, clothes hung heavily, each stained with blood, mostly garments once worn by the deceased. Each item represented a segment of desperate memory.

Within this maze of the deceased’s clothes, Han Fei encountered his first crisis.

Red Skirt and Madman, who had entered the wardrobe with him, had disappeared without a trace, leaving Han Fei alone and discovered by something within the wardrobe.

The slender arms, varied in length, clearly belonged to different individuals, yet they seemed to grow from the same body.

One Blood Clothes after another was gently pushed aside as the twisted hands reached into the pockets, meticulously searching for the deceased’s left-behind items, extracting their final memories, and then consuming them like snacks.

Despite the absence of wind in the wardrobe, all the Blood Clothes swayed gently, resembling bodies standing underwater, except it wasn’t their black hair that floated but the constantly spreading Blood Silk.

The pressure was suffocating, with more and more arms emerging from a direction, their ghastly pale fingers seemingly sprouting noses and ears. Despite Han Fei’s best efforts to hide, he was still noticed by the creature.

Its movements slowly grew more violent, pushing aside the hanging Blood Clothes. Suddenly, as if discovering something, one of the arms, like a giant serpent in the dark river below, fiercely lunged towards Han Fei!

Drawing the Rebirth Saber, every muscle in his body tensed, Han Fei prepared to activate the Ghost Pattern. But at that moment, a Music Box was knocked over a few meters to his left, and a strange, yet familiar tune began to play in the wardrobe.

The instant the sound emerged, the pale arms shifted direction, and in a corner Han Fei had not noticed before, a few more arms sprouted, reaching for the location of the Music Box.

"So many?"

Han Fei only saw one arm, but in reality, there were five quietly approaching.

One Blood Clothes brushed against Han Fei’s cheek. His shoulder suddenly dropped as a hand wrapped in bandages landed on him.

Turning his head, Han Fei found a woman in her early thirties standing behind him, with her left hand scratched by something and her right hand holding a fruit knife.

Without speaking, the woman communicated with her eyes, signaling Han Fei to follow her.

Bending down, they quietly retreated.

The woman seemed to understand the wardrobe well; determining direction from the position and size of the blood stains on the clothes, she led Han Fei for several minutes before stopping.

"Why did you come here?" squatting down, the woman finally spoke, her voice sounding like grinding glass, each phrase uncomfortable to hear.

"I always felt there was something wrong with the wardrobe in my house. I kept dreaming about this wardrobe, and to be honest, I’m not sure now whether I’m in a nightmare or in reality," Han Fei’s expression was impeccable, a mix of panic, confusion, terror, and forced composure, yet he couldn’t completely hide his unease. It was hard to imagine that a face could so vividly display so many emotions and still appear so natural.

"This isn’t a nightmare, this place is more terrifying than any nightmare, everything here is real," the woman curled up within the Blood Clothes, trying her best to shield her body with them.

"Then how did you end up here? You seem to have lived here for quite some time?" Han Fei observed the woman, who was well-built and muscular, particularly apparent on her forearms.

"I came in here to find my son," the woman said in a low voice, "I’ve forgotten the exact time, but back then, my son would always cry at night. One day, at midnight, he suddenly ran into my room, saying someone was watching him from inside the wardrobe, and he was very scared."

"Didn’t you take his words seriously?"

"I checked the wardrobe for him, and there was nothing inside," the woman, clutching the saber, said in a deep, husky voice. "That night, I decided to sleep with him, but in the middle of the night, I was wakened by a sound. I opened my eyes and looked towards that sound, only to find my son standing in front of the wardrobe, muttering something..."

"I couldn’t hear clearly, but it seemed like he was saying—’Now she’s my mom, don’t come to play with me anymore, it’s very dark inside the wardrobe,’ and other things like that."

"There were no lights on in the room, and I was terrified then. I didn’t dare to move until the wardrobe door slowly opened, revealing clothes hanging inside."

"Just when I was relieved that everything was normal, a woman’s face subtly appeared behind the hanging clothes, and she looked strikingly similar to me! The scariest thing was, it seemed like she was watching me, and the more she watched, the more her face resembled mine."

"I immediately sat up from the bed and turned the light on. Then something even more unsettling happened—I found my son lying behind me, and the boy who had been standing in front of the wardrobe was gone, but the wardrobe door was still open."

"After being woken up, my son rubbed his eyes and asked me, ’Mom, what’s wrong?’"

"But hearing him call me mom, a chill kept rising in my heart, and a doubt emerged in my brain—was he really my son?"

As the woman spoke, she held the saber tightly in her hand, not forgetting to stay alert to her surroundings.

"Since that day, I felt as if I had gone mad; I would always hear a child’s voice in the room, always see my son running around in various parts of the room."

"I started to investigate the origin of that wardrobe, which I had brought home from a second-hand market. It was well-made and cheap; I thought I had found a bargain at first, but later, after consulting with experts, I learned that someone might have died in that wardrobe."

"I returned home intending to throw that wardrobe away, but once I entered the house, I couldn’t find my son anywhere. The only possibility I could think of was that the wardrobe had stolen my son."

Veins popped out on the back of the woman’s hand gripping the saber: "I didn’t dare destroy the wardrobe; I feared that if I did, I would never find my son again. From that day on, I bought various things and spent each night watching outside the wardrobe."

"I would sleep during the day and watch over the wardrobe at night, but nothing ever happened."

"I did this for a long time until one day, I was too tired and accidentally slept through the night."

"When I opened my eyes again, the wardrobe door that was originally closed had been opened, and something seemed to be hidden behind those clothes."

"I pushed aside the clothes, pulled out the prepared gasoline, holding a lighter, pouring, and stepping into the wardrobe. I was ready; if I couldn’t find my son, I’d return before the gasoline ran out and burn the wardrobe down immediately."

"But to my surprise, the wardrobe seemed to be at the boundary between dream and reality; I hadn’t gone far before the fire mysteriously went out, and the lighter wouldn’t even ignite."

"What was worse, all sorts of monsters were hiding inside the wardrobe, and they started chasing me frantically. I only survived by sheer luck."