My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 350 The Relics of the First Manager

Chapter 350: Chapter 350 The Relics of the First Manager

Han Fei didn’t just play the Death Building Game to help Zhuang Ren; he was also doing it for himself.

In the Deep World, he had triggered a Soul Chaser task and had to see the Soul Chaser behind him to survive.

It was almost impossible to see the Soul Chaser by normal means, so Han Fei had placed his hopes on the Death Building Game.

As the previous tasks proceeded much the same, it was just before Zhuang Wen almost completed the fusion, Han Fei carried her child into room 1144.

"Is this a dead end?" Zhuang Ren found Han Fei’s actions increasingly incomprehensible, but he didn’t dare to question him directly. The comedian before him seemed to be well-versed in tactics, each move appearing whimsically capricious while actually holding profound implications.

After triggering the dialogue with the Madman of 1144, Han Fei took Zhuang Wen’s child to enter the closet, traversing a world draped in blood-red clothes, he ran in the direction he remembered.

Even with his extraordinary memory, Han Fei still got lost twice within the closet.

After restarting and playing from the beginning for the third time, he finally found another cabinet door within the Closet World.

Timing it, just as Zhuang Wen caught up, Han Fei opened the cabinet door.

A huge mouth appeared behind the cabinet door, and black-red tongues like tentacles wrapped around Zhuang Wen’s human body, dragging it into the depths of the closet.

Han Fei had completed his task and hid in a distant spot to secretly observe.

The enraged Zhuang Wen shattered the big mouth’s teeth, snapped its tongues and then leapt into the closet.

After waiting for a long time, seeing Zhuang Wen had not yet emerged from the closet, Han Fei manipulated his game character to enter the closet as well.

Sliding down along the "esophagus" and finding the shattered cabinet door deep in the Monster’s "stomach," Han Fei gestured for Zhuang Ren to look closely, then he pushed open the broken closet door.

The familiar architectural layout and furniture transfixed Zhuang Ren’s gaze for a long time; his muddy eyes gradually widened, and his heart, silent for many years, thumped in his chest.

Controlling the character to leave the closet, the bedroom was different from the Deep World, filled with blood-red footprints belonging to both adults and children.

"They thought it was you who died and even put your memorial photo in the brazier." Approaching a corner near the closet, Han Fei obtained a mission item from the brazier—a memorial photo.

The black and white photo showed Zhuang Ren’s image, and the back was densely covered with steps for Soul-summoning, some preparations just uncomfortable to hear.

"My, my family lives here?" Zhuang Ren’s hand kept lifting, then lowering; he wanted to grab the game controller from Han Fei’s hand but feared he might cause the game character to die.

At that moment, like a child, he stood up from the sofa, pacing nervously in front of the TV: "What’s behind that door? Is this memorial photo prepared by them for me? I..."

Zhuang Ren’s speech became somewhat incoherent. He had been playing the Death Building Game for decades, gradually losing hope and using it as a form of escapism.

Yet he never expected that on this day, Han Fei would truly find traces of his family in the Death Building Game, a feeling indescribable.

"Things may not be as wonderful as you think, and what you’re seeing might just be a new nightmare," Han Fei said as he pushed open the bedroom door. The living room outside was also full of blood footprints, and all the furniture was covered with black, terrifying curses.

The room looked like something out of a ghost creature’s lair, yet the architectural style and furnishings were all exactly as Zhuang Ren remembered, eliciting a strange sense of being torn.

Before Han Fei could enter the second daughter’s room with the game character, the living room door opened, and the background music of the game changed. The tune was unlike any other in the game, sounding like something the living weren’t meant to hear.

"They should be here."

Han Fei had the game character hide behind the door, and then he and Zhuang Ren just stared at the game screen.

It wasn’t long before a woman carrying a god statue entered the living room, followed by two other girls.

They seemed oblivious to the room’s eeriness, treating it as a normal part of the world, then started to discuss the soul-summoning ceremony in the living room.

Watching the television screen, Zhuang Ren stood beside the TV, his arms trembling slightly without him realizing it.

The family members in the screen were still dressed in the same clothes they wore on the day of their deaths; it was as if they were still living in that day, that departing morning.

The total death of his family dealt a heavy blow to Zhuang Ren, essentially destroying him as a person. Decades could not heal him from middle age to his older years; he gave up on work, cut off social contact, and thus became an abnormal person.

Holding onto a one in a million hope, he played the game every day, waiting for this day to come. Now that it had suddenly arrived, he wasn’t even psychologically prepared.

His fingers lightly touched the character on the television screen, all he could feel was the cold, hard surface of the screen.

"I’ve found them..."

His family living in the ghost creature realm seemed unaware of the terror surrounding them as they discussed the soul-summoning ceremony, trying to summon "dead" Zhuang Ren back for a reunion.

The television screen displayed dialogue after dialogue. Ordinary people might not understand Zhuang Ren’s feelings, but now he truly wanted to give up everything to reunite with his family.

"My family is in the Death Building Game, I’ve found them. Shouldn’t I awaken from my dream now?" Zhuang Ren sat on the floor: "I know very well that I can’t live with them again; I can never enter such a tiny game. Thank you for helping me fulfill my wish, now I really don’t have any regrets."

Zhuang Ren, who had always been acting crazily, had a complex expression at this moment - it seemed he had suddenly regained his sanity.

That his family was locked in a little game was unthinkable; he simply did not want to face their deaths. Therefore, he kept playing the game, trying to escape the pain, and gave himself a false hope in a life of utter despair.

Now he had found his family in the Death Building Game, but what he touched was the cold television screen.

He had fulfilled his life’s wish and also lost his last hope.

Zhuang Ren, sitting on the floor, suddenly felt very sleepy. He wanted to sleep well, preferably never to wake up.

"You’ve persisted for decades, isn’t it a bit early to give up now?" Han Fei’s voice was like a bucket of ice water splashed on Zhuang Ren’s face, shocking him back to reality: "This Death Building Game is just a prophecy of the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. Your family isn’t in this tiny game, but they do indeed exist; I’ve seen them with my own eyes."

Finally, Zhuang Ren’s gaze moved away from the television screen: "You... you’ve seen them?"

"You don’t trust me, but do you also not believe the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical? That man closest to god wouldn’t deceive you lightly." Han Fei continued to control the game character, having come this far, he wasn’t about to give up.

"If you can let me see them, I’m willing to pay any price!" Zhuang Ren got up from the ground, determination in his eyes streaked with blood vessels.

"I’ve already stated the conditions. Moreover, I want to tell you something else, seeing your family might cost you your life. Think it over." Han Fei didn’t rush Zhuang Ren; he continued playing the Death Building Game, playing hide-and-seek with Zhuang Ren’s wife and daughter in the tiny room.

Zhuang Ren hesitated for a long time before turning and entering the bedroom.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Ren returned to the living room, dragging a black box.

The moment Han Fei saw the black box, his eyelids began to twitch slightly; he had seen a similar box before.

When he had purchased the Perfect Life game helmet, it had been packaged in such a black box!

"The video I showed you before wasn’t complete; consider this my biggest secret." Zhuang Ren opened the black box and took out a videotape. He turned on the living room projector and put the tape into the player.

Fast-forwarding, when it reached a certain point, Zhuang Ren zoomed in on the image: "These are some scenes where that actress was violated on set. Pay attention to the mirror in the bottom left corner, at the sixteenth second."

In the video, Zhuang Wen’s mother, the horror film actress, seemed to be under a curse, muttering to herself while entering deeper into the filming location.

When she passed a certain corner, she was grabbed by a dark shadow; Han Fei had seen this part before.

But what followed was the most crucial scene; the actress was chanting Zhuang Ren’s name, but the fleeting face in the mirror in the bottom left corner was not Zhuang Ren, but the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical!

Only, the man in the mirror was completely different from his usual self; his eyes were full of an evil aura, as if he was the reincarnation of the devil.

"Butterfly is the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical?" Han Fei’s eyes widened.

He continued to watch as the actress’s voice in the tape gradually turned into screams; she was in extreme pain, as if her body was being torn apart.

Just as she was about to be killed, the sound of a door opening came from the tape, followed by a man’s voice—"Taking on the appearance of my brother, moving into the house of my memories, do you think you can create flaws in me that way?"

"Fu Sheng, why do you persist in chasing me? I can help you destroy Deep World..."

"I don’t need the help of ghosts."

No other voices arose in the video, and Zhuang Ren turned off the player: "The filming was actually in Lihua Residental Community, and the set was the very building where the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical used to live. Initially, when I saw that the person in the mirror was the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, I was shocked. but the more I thought about it, the more wrong it seemed."

"Did anyone from Eternal Life Pharmaceutical look for you?"

"The day after I discovered the face in the mirror, the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical personally visited me once. I thought he was going to offer a high price to buy back the tape, but he didn’t mention anything related to the tape. He just said a few words." Zhuang Ren took a long time to think before he continued haltingly: "He looked at me with pity in his eyes. He also said something about an inevitable future that nobody can change, that it’s bound to happen."

"Is that all?"

"He asked me if I had played the little Death Building game. I said no, then he gave me this black box, telling me to open it when I was extremely emotionally unstable."

"Do you know what’s in the black box?"

"I opened it the night after my wife and daughter died—it contained a secondhand Emotion Healing Device." Zhuang Ren took out something resembling a game helmet from the box. Compared with Han Fei’s game helmet, it looked like a simplified prototype.

Han Fei took the Emotion Healing Device, its parts falling off, the inside burnt: "Did you do this?"

"I don’t remember. After putting that thing on, it seemed like the electric current knocked me out. When I came to, it was already broken." Zhuang Ren sat on the black box; he really couldn’t remember what had happened then.

"Can I borrow this thing to study it?" Han Fei believed that Butterfly’s inability to enter Zhuang Ren’s dreams and take him to Deep World might be related to this Emotion Healing Device.

If he could figure out the principle, perhaps he could get one for Huang Ying sometime.

"Of course, it’s useless to me now."

"With these items, perhaps I can better understand both the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical and Fu Sheng." Han Fei put the broken Emotion Healing Device back into the black box, then signaled for Zhuang Ren to take a shower and change his clothes: "Let’s first visit the building where the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical used to live next door. Then I’ll try to take you to see your family."

"Really?" A glint of light appeared in Zhuang Ren’s bloodshot eyes.

"Just wait in your best condition." Han Fei did not dare to casually summon Zhuang Ren into Deep World. He had to figure out Butterfly and Fu Sheng’s true intentions before making a decision.

While Zhuang Ren was showering and changing clothes, Han Fei continued to play the Death Building Game, but perhaps because he had something on his mind, he was killed by the Fierce Ghost of building number four before long.

"There’s still plenty of time today; we can’t rush." Han Fei took out his phone and called Jin Jun, the experienced entertainment journalist who still had spare Perfect Life test accounts.

After a quick chat with the other party, Han Fei put down the game controller, left the room, and quietly went to the deepest building in Lihua Residental Community.

After Eternal Life Pharmaceutical bought the building, they completely sealed it off, surrounding it with a two-meter-high metal fence, complete with smart AI warning devices and 24-hour surveillance.

The security was strict, but now that the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical had passed away, those in charge of surveillance had already left.

Easily climbing over the metal fence, Han Fei followed the record from the videotape up to the fourth floor.

It was in this corner room where Zhuang Wen’s mother was violated.

"Seems like I need to learn how to unlock doors in the future." The Skill Book that Huang Ying sent to the Underworld included Unlocking, and Han Fei had gained a basic understanding of some lock structures. Unfortunately, he lacked the right tools and had few opportunities to practice.

Using a collapsible baton, Han Fei eventually broke open the old door by brute force.

He jiggled the door, listening: "Before Fu Sheng spoke in the video, there was a very light sound of a door opening. What door was it that he pushed open?"

Entering the house, Han Fei tried each one until he finally stopped at the bedroom closet.

The sound of the closet doors opening and closing was very similar to the sound of the door opening on the videotape.

Looking inside the closet, Han Fei found that it was filled with dried bloodstains, which outlined the shape of a door.