My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 367: The Comedian in Room 4094

Chapter 367: Chapter 367: The Comedian in Room 4094

The death curse devoured the young couple, and the man used the shadows of the entire room to lift his wife. He did not approach Laisheng again but simply glanced from afar at the sleeping child.

One-eyed, maintaining his sanity, carried a look of reluctance, but he had no other choice.

He, dressed in Blood Clothes, slowly bowed to Han Fei. When he saw Han Fei lift Laisheng from the sofa, a trace of gratitude flowed from his eyes.

The two men did not exchange more words, one lifted his wife, dragging all the shadows in the room towards the mirror, while the other lifted Laisheng and walked toward the darkness outside.

The separation was faster than imagined.

The door closed, and at the moment the door panels shut, Han Fei could feel the child in his arms trembling.

He looked down and saw the child’s face covered in tears, unsure if it was because he had dreamt of the farewell or because he hadn’t been fully asleep.

"I will take you back to reality, and I will also save your parents so that you might have a chance to reunite. Of course, all this is contingent upon my becoming the new manager of the Death Building."

Tears slid down Laisheng’s cheeks, his hands gripped tight, like a kitten huddled in a corner on a stormy day.

The door to room 4064 was already closed, and Han Fei did not linger there too long, as he had to find his lost soul before 4:44.

"I remember all three souls ran upstairs, I should start checking from the seventh floor."

The Death Building had numerous rooms, and going door-to-door on the night of Soul-returning Night was nearly akin to suicide.

"Perhaps I should head to room 4144 first? While the Butterfly has yet to return, I can promptly arrange for Zhuang Ren to meet his family. Once his family agrees to help me, I can then use my Soul-returning Talent to send Zhuang Ren back."

Soul-summoning was Han Fei’s ace up his sleeve, and Soul-returning was his greatest secret. This ability gave him the confidence to summon Zhuang Ren to Deep World.

Han Fei’s plan was perfect, killing two birds with one stone, fulfilling Zhuang Ren’s long-held wish while also gaining a few more allies. However, Han Fei hesitated in actually doing this, knowing the Butterfly’s cunning and trickery, it would certainly sabotage room 4144, and Zhuang Ren’s family might already have been turned into monsters.

After seeing the dreadful state of Laisheng’s mother, Han Fei doubted that, when Zhuang Ren finally saw his family, it would be the moment they truly turned into monsters and scattered in soul and spirit.

Every death curse in the Death Building had a trigger. Until he understood the death curse on Zhuang Ren’s family, Han Fei was not prepared to take any rash action.

Pushing open the safety door, Han Fei left the sixth floor. As he stepped onto the seventh-floor stairway, the sleeping boy’s eyelids slowly fluttered, as if he was about to wake up.

Seeing Laisheng like this, Han Fei also understood the silent love of Laisheng’s father.

With Laisheng’s father’s abilities as the room 4064 owner, there were several ways he could have made Laisheng fully unconscious, but he chose not to. He believed in his child, therefore, allowed Laisheng to experience the farewell half-asleep, hearing, or rather, feeling it.

He did not want his son to shy away, submerged forever in sadness. He hoped his child could face the pain, at least learning to confront it.

"Actually, I quite envy you. Your mother is so tender, planning everything for you. Your father may not be talkative, but he’s silently protecting you in another way." Although Laisheng’s father did not come, Han Fei felt a strange sense, as if as long as Laisheng encountered danger in the Death Building, his father would arrive at the fastest speed, perhaps now silently standing in the shadows, watching them.

"My childhood was quite happy too, probably..."

Entering the seventh floor, Han Fei glanced at the ashes of Paper Money on the ground; if a soul had been lured into any room, there would definitely be footprints in the ashes.

The mournful music in the building sounded like Yin Gods seizing souls; as long as Han Fei stayed in the hallways too long, they would move towards him.

For fear of being chased by Papermen again, Han Fei moved very quickly.

He planned to have a quick look first. If there were no footprints at any room entrances, he would think of another plan.

Seventh floor, eighth floor...

When Han Fei reached the ninth floor, he suddenly noticed that this level was different from the others.

Previously rushing to flee, this was the first time he had carefully observed the hallway.

The doors of each household still bore blood-red couplets, and fire basins with Paper Money were still placed at the entrances, but the hallways were extremely clean, with ashes confined within the fire basins and not a speck of dust on the floor, as if someone meticulously cleaned the hallways daily.

"Surely there are no janitors in the Death Building, just a bunch of professional corpse-hiding ghosts."

Besides these, Han Fei also saw some hand-drawn pictures on the walls, featuring green trees, sunshine, playing children, smiling adults, and, of course, fire and theft prevention slogans.

In the eerie and terrifying Death Building, these wall paintings seemed out of place. Even from the perspective of a living person like Han Fei, he felt that swapping them all for blood-red would look more fitting.

"Daring to paint on the walls of the Death Building? Tired of living?" Han Fei heard the mournful music again, this time coming from downstairs. Without hesitation, he quickened his steps.

Han Fei had already given up hope by that point, but as he walked by room 4094, he unexpectedly discovered that there was no brazier set up at the door of this room. It looked very ordinary, just like a regular apartment resident.

In a place where nothing was normal, this one seemingly normal owner stood out as exceptionally conspicuous.

Everyone was soul-summoning, so why was this one household doing nothing?

The sound of the funeral music grew louder, and the procession of Papermen ascended the stairs. Without hesitating, Han Fei decided to give it a try and knocked on the door of room 4094.

"Is anyone home!"

After knocking continuously, on the eighth knock, the door to room 4094 was surprisingly opened by a young man in pajamas, "Do you need something?"

The young man was about the same height and build as Han Fei; he was quite handsome, but his hair was a mess, he had heavy dark circles, and his pajama buttons were not fully done up.

Han Fei stared at the person before him, trying to detect anything odd, such as the absence of a shadow, a concealed sharp knife in the hand behind his back, or bloodstains on the edges of his clothes. However, to his astonishment, after a long inspection, the individual seemed to be just an ordinary person.

"You look somewhat familiar. Are you a neighbor in the building? You’re carrying a child this late at night; is the child sick? I understand, you must be here to ask for my car, right? Does the child need to go to the hospital?"

Before Han Fei could speak, the man had already made a bunch of assumptions, "Wait here, I’ll go change my clothes right away!"

The young man from 4094 didn’t even close the door; he dashed into the living room, grabbed a jacket at random, put it on, and was ready to head out.

"The child isn’t sick, I’m here to talk to you about something." With the funeral music approaching, Han Fei directly carried Laisheng into the house: "Let’s go inside to talk."

He always felt that the young man before him looked somewhat familiar, giving him a peculiar feeling, as if their souls were attracting each other.

By the time the young man realized what was happening, Han Fei had already entered the house and even closed the door behind him.

In the middle of the night, a strange man carrying a child suddenly rushed into his house; this would worry and scare any normal person, but either because Han Fei looked too kind-hearted, or because Laisheng seemed too pitiful, the young man from 4094 did not drive them out but kept asking what had happened instead.

The young man from 4094 was cordial and attentive, which took Han Fei off guard. He had been prepared to encounter various horrific ghosts and monsters in the room, but unexpectedly, the only "monster" was this man.

In the real world, Han Fei might call the young man a good and kind-hearted person, but in the Death Building, Han Fei didn’t know how the young man managed to survive.

Anomalies harbinger monsters; kindness could merely be a beautiful coat hiding a filthy interior.

Protectively holding Laisheng, Han Fei carefully watched the young man and the room behind him.

The layout of room 4094 was different from 4064. The living room was very spacious with a large TV. Below the screen was a black TV cabinet containing some collectible movie discs and books.

Directly opposite the TV, the wall was plastered with numerous comedy movie posters. Below the posters was a couch where one could casually sprawl and flip around; it also had a thin blanket and a TV remote on it. It seemed the young man had been watching movies late into the night and then simply fallen asleep on the couch.

"You seem to really enjoy watching comedy movies?" Han Fei suddenly realized something: wasn’t this living room setup exactly like the scene he had dreamed of as a child?

A huge TV to play movies he starred in, a soft couch to sprawl and roll around on, and a large living room to walk around freely.

Han Fei had been living in a cramped apartment for a long time, nearly forgetting his once beautiful dreams.

"I don’t like watching movies." Contrary to Han Fei’s expectations, the young man simply shook his head.

"Then why are so many comedy movie posters hanging on your wall?" Han Fei hadn’t heard of those movies, but he could tell they were comedies just from the style of the posters.

A bit embarrassed, the young man from 4094 adjusted his messy hair, "Actually, I’m a comedy actor; those are works I’ve been in."

The young man was quite shy, especially when mentioning his profession, as if there was a great difference between him in reality and him on screen.

"Have a seat, let’s sit down and talk." The young man rarely entertained guests; he hurriedly tossed the blanket and some clothes aside, and in the process of shaking the blanket, several bottles of pills fell to the ground, including insomnia pills, mood stabilizers, and antidepressants.

Scrambling to pick up the fallen bottles, the young man apologized and then gathered all the medicine and took it into the bedroom.

"What exactly is going on with your child? Is it serious?" The young man shifted the conversation awkwardly, and he seemed to have knocked something over in the bedroom just then.

While the young man was tidying the bedroom, Han Fei noticed the young man’s smartphone on the couch, the screen still lit and unlocked. It seemed he had been using it just before.

Driven by curiosity, Han Fei looked at the phone screen, in the search bar was an unfinished question—how to leave this without pain...

The question was incomplete, but just below the search bar were emergency contact numbers for psychological interventions and therapy, followed by the words—Dear, you are not alone, you are not the only one, because we are all here.