My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 337: This Ghostly Running Speed

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: This Ghostly Running Speed

"It really is him!"

When Han Fei heard the middle-aged man mention a large company, he was reminded of Feng Ziyu. Back when the Death Building Map had not yet been deleted from the "Perfect Life" Shallow World, Feng Ziyu and his colleague were the last two testers to enter the Death Building area, and it was easy to understand why the Butterfly targeted him.

"Feng Ziyu is very low-key and doesn’t interact much with people. If it weren’t for the occasional noises coming from his room, I would suspect that the room above was empty," the middle-aged man said with regret. "I really shouldn’t have meddled. A fortune teller had long ago told me that the age of forty was a critical point and advised me to take care of myself."

"Better to improve your own abilities than to believe in fate," Han Fei helped the middle-aged man to his feet. "Has your neighbor done anything unusual in the last few days?"

"I haven’t seen him in the past few days; it seems like he never leaves his room. Oh! Recently, there have been knocking sounds in the hallway at night, and it seemed like it was his door being knocked on!"

"Knocking sounds at night?"

"After midnight, I thought maybe he had ordered some service late at night. He’s been single for so many years, I understand, so I didn’t think much of it." The middle-aged man did not dare to touch the clothes beside him and carefully stood behind Han Fei. "Other than the knocking sounds, there doesn’t seem to be anything else unusual."

"Do you remember where you woke up?" Han Fei wanted to trace back in order to find useful clues where the middle-aged man had awoken, considering that someone who was unconscious couldn’t have possibly crawled into the closet themselves; something must have moved him.

"I don’t remember exactly, roughly in that direction," the middle-aged man pointed behind himself. "I was in such a panic that I didn’t pay attention, but I remember one thing—I woke up in a place where the floor was littered with many shredded Blood Clothes, all written over with black text."

In reality, Feng Ziyu disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead.

Considering the last message he sent to Huang Ying, he must have been lured step-by-step into a deep dream by the Butterfly, and he even saw room 4444.

If room 4444 is indeed the pathway connecting reality and the Deep World used by the Butterfly, then Feng Ziyu must be in the Deep World now.

The neighbor uncle was an incident, like this kind of useless "thing," the Butterfly might have simply discarded him in the "Closet Passage," letting him fend for himself.

Han Fei tried to connect the limited information in his mind: "Reality, deep dream, Deep World...could there be a connection between these three? The consciousness of a person in reality and the dream world are interconnected, the deep part of the dream and the Butterfly’s room 4444 are connected, and room 4444 is connected to the Deep World through the Closet Passage? After all, the number of room 4444 is different from any room number within the Death Building; strictly speaking, it is not part of the Death Building."

"But that leads to another question, what exactly is room 4444? Is it really just a room?"

Possessing the Black Box and the Soul-summoning Talent, for Han Fei, the entire "Perfect Life" game is like his room 4444.

Everyone who logs into the game, after meeting some conditions, can be soul-summoned.

With this in mind, what could the Butterfly’s room 4444 be?

"It seems I’ve been limited by conventional thinking, but one conclusion can be drawn—if there is no room 4444 in the Death Building, then perhaps the only way to enter this special room is through the Closet Passage."

With these thoughts, Han Fei felt he could no longer delay, he needed to find the Exit as quickly as possible while the exit button was still lit.

"Let’s go, let’s first check the place where you woke up," Han Fei assisted the middle-aged man and looked towards the woman standing silently beside him: "Join us, I promised to help you find your child."

In the past, the socially anxious Han Fei feared attracting attention in public places, but now he always found himself unintentionally becoming the core of the team.

In the face of the pressure to survive, he had already undergone a transformation.

Moving amidst the Blood Clothes, the concept of time slowly lost its meaning, and the desperation on the middle-aged man’s face grew thicker, but whenever he thought of giving up, he would see Han Fei’s resolute face.

On Han Fei’s face, the middle-aged man couldn’t find any trace of fear. This man, much younger than himself, exuded a calming power. His confidence and composure seemed to emanate from his bones, as if he possessed an ace up his sleeve that could take him out of this dreadful world at any moment.

Influenced by Han Fei, both the middle-aged man’s and the woman’s spirits were not as low as before, and a faint hope started to bud in their hearts—perhaps they really could find a way out.

As the clothes became more and more bloodstained, and having no idea how far they had traveled, Han Fei, who was at the rear of the group, suddenly patted the middle-aged man’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"Don’t look back, keep moving forward at a normal pace."

"What’s going on?"

"Tell the woman leading the way that there is a Blood Clothes following us from behind; it seems like a monster disguised as Blood Clothes. Ask her to speed up in a minute to see if we can shake the monster off," Han Fei said in his calmest and swiftest tone, conveying a very distressing piece of news—they had been targeted by the most troublesome entity in the wardrobe.

The middle-aged man accurately relayed Han Fei’s words to the woman, and within seconds, she suddenly began to sprint, with the well-prepared middle-aged man and Han Fei also bolting forward.

Realizing it had been spotted, the monster disguised as Blood Clothes revealed its true form.

Two blood-red arms shot out from the sleeves, and the Blood Clothes materialized a face wrapped in cloth strips, with the red fabric growing into its flesh, integrating the clothes as part of its being, just like its skin.

The monster was incredibly fast, resembling a blood-red shadow, swiftly closing the distance between itself and Han Fei and the others.

The physical strength disparity among the three survivors became evident not much later.

With an unchanged expression, Han Fei wasn’t yet running at full speed; the woman was closely behind him, while the middle-aged man was panting heavily, his legs slowly failing him.

Now, if they left the middle-aged man behind, Han Fei and the woman could easily escape. Given the size of the middle-aged man’s body, he would be enough to satiate the sinister shadow for quite a while.

"Bang!"

Possibly out of sheer fear, the middle-aged man, whose legs had gone weak, tripped over the pile of clothes on the ground.

As he tumbled, the middle-aged man’s face turned ashen. In that moment, he was completely engulfed by despair, and bloodstains also began to appear on his previously somewhat clean clothes.

"Give me your hand!"

Even while fleeing for his life, Han Fei didn’t stop observing his surroundings, unable to help it; his experience in escaping was simply too rich, and many things had become habit.

Seeing the Blood Clothes monster about to catch up, Han Fei grabbed the middle-aged man’s hand and dragged him along, now beginning to really exert his strength.

Boosted by the Death Building security guard’s talent for patrolling, Han Fei’s running speed was somewhat exaggerated. If a passerby saw Han Fei running in the darkness at midnight, they would most likely think they had seen a ghost.