My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 351: His Three Children

Chapter 351: Chapter 351: His Three Children

"A door in the wardrobe?"

The blackish-red bloodstains had permeated deep into the wood, as if the inner wall of the wardrobe was originally decorated with such patterns. Han Fei didn’t dare to touch it directly; first, he used his phone to photograph all the bloodstains inside the wardrobe.

During the process of taking photos, Han Fei made a new discovery: right in the center of the door-shaped outline formed by the bloodstains, there was a faint impression of the body of a Gate God.

Something had scratched across the neck of the Gate God, and Han Fei had searched the entire wardrobe but couldn’t find the Gate God’s head.

"The Headless Door God of room 4044? Was its head chopped off by Fu Sheng?"

The wardrobe before him bore witness to the past, concealing secrets. If it weren’t so inconvenient, Han Fei would have liked to take this wardrobe back to his own home.

Zhuang Ren’s videotape didn’t record what happened inside the room, but based on the various anomalies at the scene, Han Fei could roughly imagine the scenario at that time.

"Fu Sheng said the Butterfly is a ghost from the Deep World. It seems very likely that the Butterfly indeed comes from the Deep World, but what exactly is its true form? Will the Butterfly reveal its true face during Soul-returning Night?"

Fourteen years ago, on Soul-returning Night, Xinhu witnessed several vicious incidents, and many innocent people died that night; they were probably all "living sacrifices" to the Butterfly.

But what puzzled Han Fei was, with so many people dead, what exactly did the Butterfly gain? Or what was its ultimate purpose?

Frowning in contemplation, Han Fei hadn’t come up with an answer when suddenly, a faint song came from somewhere in the building.

Upon hearing the song, Han Fei almost instinctively hid in a corner, nervously gripping his baton, and was about to open the Item Bar when he realized this was happening in reality.

"The residential building has been abandoned for over a decade, and I should be the only person here. So how could there suddenly be a song coming from inside?"

Because of the distance, Han Fei also couldn’t hear it very clearly.

He walked out of the room and slowly moved up the stairs.

By the time he reached the top floor, the song had become much clearer.

"Is it coming from here?"

The hallway on the top floor was cluttered with various objects, among them several boxes filled with books and old clothes caught Han Fei’s attention.

"Why have only these things been left behind?"

He pulled out old books one by one until only three items remained in the box.

A broken music box, a wooden puppet wearing a mask, and a piece of children’s clothing stained with paint.

The song was coming from the broken music box. Han Fei tried to turn it off, but while fiddling with the music box, he saw a sentence written underneath it—May all the people in the world listen to your song, and may you touch their heartstrings, bringing them emotion and happiness.

It was a simple and plain blessing, but the word "them" made Han Fei feel somewhat uneasy.

"Bringing them emotion and happiness? Is it a typo? Or does ’them’ not refer to people?"

Han Fei then picked up the puppet, removed its mask, and discovered a sentence written on the back of the mask—Someday you will grow up, and I hope you can build a Paradise for them, to let them understand the meaning of joy and teach them to smile.

"The Unspeakable song from the Deep World is near the Happiness Residential Community. This puppet wearing a mask resembles the damaged puppet from the ninth floor of Building One in the Happiness Residential Community..."

Unfolding the last piece of children’s clothing, Han Fei saw several lines among the various paints—The world has no colors of its own; if you see darkness, the world is dark; if you see a myriad of colors, the world is dazzling. You are my first child, and I wish to give you all the wonderful blessings and hope that you can also bless others in the same way in the future.

The text on the children’s clothing revealed new information, and Han Fei closely focused on the phrase "You are my first child."

Most people seeing these old items would simply sigh, thinking this might be a gift from an elderly father to his child, filled with the father’s good wishes and hopes for his child.

But Han Fei was completely different, he was the new Building Chief of Building One in the Happiness Residential Community, he had earned three cigarettes from the landlord through missions, knowing that the other party had exactly three children.

"If the landlord was the previous building chief, could his three children exactly correspond to these three relics? Could Gesheng also be related to the previous building chief?"

Holding the relics in his hands, Han Fei stood alone inside the building, sweeping his gaze left and right, surrounded by marks of the years.

"This broken music box suddenly made a sound, could it be that someone intentionally wanted me to find these things? But there shouldn’t be anyone else inside the building."

Sitting on the stair steps, Han Fei’s heart gradually calmed down, he felt as if a kind old man was standing around him, who had once silently watched him from the other end of time.

"I still know too little," Han Fei stood up, he had just prepared to put away these three items when his phone suddenly vibrated, and Huang Ying called him.

"Are you awake?"

"Haven’t slept yet, what happened over there?"

After a brief conversation, Huang Ying sent over a video.

"The police installed surveillance in my house, and it captured this scene."

In the video, Huang Ying, around three thirty in the morning, got up from the bed, opened the closet, and seemed to be choosing clothes, but despite taking a long time, he couldn’t decide what to wear.

Moments later, he sat in front of the dressing table, began to groom and dress, and after finishing, the made-up Huang Ying entered the kitchen.

With no self-awareness at all, Huang Ying turned on the stove and began making porridge and simple dishes.

By four in the morning, Huang Ying had placed all the meals on the dining table, without turning on any lights, he just sat staring at the empty seat beside him, continuously talking.

His speech was slow, as if a mother was nagging her naughty son.

The entire process looked incredibly eerie, more frightening than a haunting.

Nearing four thirty, the made-up Huang Ying left the dining table, as if he couldn’t see the food in the pots and pans, he poured everything out and began cleaning.

After cleaning up, when everything was back to normal, Huang Ying turned towards the camera, showing a deeply unfamiliar and chilling smile.

He returned to the bedroom and went back to sleep.

At four forty-four in the morning, the real Huang Ying woke up, he saw himself in the mirror, completely unaware of what had happened the night before.

"If the police hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known that I got up last night, the person cooking wasn’t me," Huang Ying’s tone had an indescribable calmness: "It’s continuously occupying my mind, seemingly trying to replace me. It is no longer satisfied tormenting me in dreams, it has started to affect me in reality."

"Brother Huang Ying..." Han Fei could hear that Huang Ying’s tone was changing, he was already not quite the same as before, in this situation, Han Fei couldn’t rashly interfere in Huang Ying’s matters.

"My memory is like a faded photograph, now there are many things that should belong to me, no longer belong to me. I have a premonition that something very bad might happen tonight."

"What thing?"

"Someone will die." Huang Ying wanted to say more, but then the sound of a door opening was heard in his room, his voice slowly changed, and after casually talking for a few more sentences, he hung up the phone.

"I previously warned Huang Ying not to contact me for a while, we were operating on separate lines, holding off Butterfly, but he seemed to have forgotten about it... The person I was talking with just now, was that really Huang Ying?" Han Fei carefully recalled the sound of the door at the end of the call, feeling that it didn’t quite sound like a closet being opened.

Packing up the items from the sundries box, Han Fei returned the same way.

Zhuang Ren had finished washing up, he had tidied himself up properly after a long time.

"Shall we leave now?"