My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 371 I’m scared of how evil I can be

Chapter 371: Chapter 371 I’m scared of how evil I can be

For fourteen years, the group name had remained unchanged until suddenly someone modified it. It’s not that the name "Death Building Owner Rights Protection Mutual Assistance Group" was particularly bizarre; it’s just that this name didn’t quite fit the despairing, deathly atmosphere of the group.

Blood seeped from the shattered phone screen, and the names of the dead penned crimson messages.

As fingers touched the eerie text, the evil ghost’s hiss would directly resound in the mind.

In the cold, painful voices tinged with confusion, those souls that had sunk into the darkest depths of the night suddenly opened their eyes, and they discovered an opportunity amidst the unchanging despair.

Cradling the phone in his hands, Han Fei was somewhat at a loss; he had only wanted to see what the Manager could do, not realizing he had just poked such a big hole.

"The previous group name was too oppressive. I think everyone should look forward. Moreover, we ended up like this through no fault of our own; there’s an invisible hand secretly steering our fate. Maybe if we sever that invisible hand, we can unravel our heart knots."

Han Fei watched the blood almost spill out of the screen and the ghost faces seemingly reaching out of the screen. He felt this was highly inauspicious. In the Deep World, a phone was a rare commodity, but this phone’s function wasn’t something to be used lightly, each interaction could demand a certain price.

"Um... can this group chat be closed?"

The male student turned into a zombie, his mouth gaping when he spoke, you could see countless faces inside him speaking simultaneously: "It can’t be closed, that phone is Yinghuo’s deepest obsession, and the group chat within the phone serves as our bond with him. Also, let me warn you in advance, since moving into this Despair Building, new residents have been joining the chat, and they won’t be considerate of Yinghuo."

The male student from room 4094 hadn’t expected that Han Fei would change the group name upon his arrival. Before he had finished speaking, the phone in Han Fei’s palm suddenly vibrated.

"Someone’s just dying to haha and initiate a video call all day!"

Han Fei had seen the username of this group member in Yinghuo’s memories; the other party was impatient to launch a video call, probably wanting to confirm something.

Having his first video call in the Underworld, Han Fei had no experience. He straightened himself up a bit; after all, in this place, your appearance might just be your final one.

Upon pressing the receive button, Han Fei hadn’t yet reacted when he was already dragged into a video room on his phone screen.

No lights were turned on in the house; an isolated chair was set in the gloomy living room with a young person sitting on it, back to the camera.

"Haha lives in room 4174. He had a condition that caused him to laugh constantly, whether in sorrow or pain, the laughter wouldn’t stop. Because of this condition, he was constantly bullied. During an incident of school bullying, he snapped. Like a mad dog, he lunged at his bully, laughing and crying crazily while grabbing a compass, aiming the sharpest part at the bully’s eyes," the male student knew about Haha’s experiences.

"He didn’t stab the compass into the bully’s eye, but his maniacal laughing and crying were filmed by others. Not just the bullies, even his friends and teachers thought Haha had mental issues. Later, after the school discussed it with Haha’s family, they advised him to take leave and stay home."

"From that time on, Haha rarely stepped out of his home, and his condition worsened. Neighbors in the building often heard laughter filled with pain late into the night."

"To avoid disturbing the neighbors, Haha soundproofed his room thoroughly. His laughter could no longer be heard outside, and he was completely sealed within that room himself."

As the male student recounted Haha’s past to Han Fei, the lonely young person in the video slowly turned his head, revealing only half a face with a twisted smile.

That smile caused veins to bulge on his face, engraving on it like a curse.

Yet, contrary to the smile, his eyes were gray—a deep, lifeless gray.

In a simple exchange of looks that seemed to last only a fraction of a second, the contorted face with a sinister smile had already appeared before Han Fei.

Any ordinary person would have been driven mad with fear by that terrifying smile, but today, Haha encountered Han Fei.

"I am not Yinghuo, but I am a person just like him. He created a warm haven for you in reality, and I want to build a real home for those of you in the Death Building." Han Fei had always considered himself a professional actor; he now couldn’t quite distinguish whether he was performing or had really grown accustomed to this. The calm and composed aura seemed to be ingrained in his bones.

He had thought he’d feel fear, but upon seeing Haha’s twisted, agonized smile, any fear in his heart had been dispelled by something else.

"The eternally gray avatar is already lit up, so how long are you planning to stay in your room?" Knowing what Haha had gone through, Han Fei wanted to help him even more. He wasn’t doing this purely to borrow Haha’s power; he genuinely wanted to change the lives of the patients in the mutual assistance group.

Looking into his eyes, Han Fei brought Yinghuo to his side: "He guarded your past; I am here to help you see the future. Tonight is the most crucial night, and it’s the only opportunity. I don’t need you to completely believe what I’m saying; I just hope you give yourself a chance to change, and give Yinghuo a chance to choose."

"The same Yinghuo who once helped you so much, he kept his promise and was the last person to leave the group. He protected you till the end, exhausted and wounded. Do you really wish to see him just sink into the night like this?"

Han Fei gave Haha some time to think, then he touched the smartphone screen, "My soul merged with Yinghuo’s consciousness, and one of our habits preserved by Yinghuo is to look at the words left for ourselves in the phone whenever we can’t bear it, can’t carry on. The words my soul left for itself are I am the best actor in life, while Yinghuo left another sentence for himself."

Han Fei also saw it after he got the phone and logged into Yinghuo’s account, a signature only visible to himself: "I cannot forget them, their hearts can no longer warm themselves, I must hold on to them firmly, if even I let go, then they will indeed be wrapped in chilling cold, sinking into the deep and endless night."

Reading the words left by Yinghuo, Han Fei didn’t make any effort to act, simply reading them out loud was enough for others to feel the power contained in the words.

"Yinghuo thought about death countless times, for him, death is not difficult, but it’s tough to keep living. I believe you understand this feeling, enduring the torment of the soul, fighting against countless negative emotions in your brain, and then living on with pride and courage."

"Yinghuo warmed you all, and you also supported him, but now you have been used by the manager to soul-summon him into the Death Building carrying the beliefs of everyone."

"Do you know? Letting him die at this time is not a release but rather destroys all the efforts he has made."

"If you really want to help him, then let go and let him leave, return to where he should go, then live on with the expectations of you all. At that time, he will prove to you that hope truly exists!"

When Haha saw Yinghuo’s profile picture light up, he immediately sent a video invitation, barely speaking during the whole process, sitting alone in his room, becoming a listener.

He had already forgotten what he originally wanted to do, his mind full of Han Fei’s words.

In the Death Building, nobody had ever been like Han Fei.

The twisted face unconsciously revealed a smile again, only this smile was slightly different from usual.

Slowly, the smile turned into uncontrollable laughter, blood flowing from the man’s eyes.

In that mad laughter, Han Fei vaguely heard a few words: "Yinghuo will not disappear into the night."

The video call ended, and Han Fei felt more confident about his plan for tonight. He looked at Yinghuo beside him, intending to help Yinghuo to the sofa, and was surprised to find that Yinghuo’s expression was not so dull anymore.

Staring at the smartphone screen, it seemed that seeing Haha had touched his fragile will, and some hidden memories in his heart had been awakened.

It seemed that if he interacted more with the group members, the weakened Yinghuo could recover to normal.

After discovering this, Han Fei began actively engaging in video interactions with those familiar IDs in the group, just like Yinghuo used to comfort and encourage those group members privately, he found them one by one, telling them his thoughts.

When an actor with Master-level Acting turns from long sickness to becoming a doctor, after studying various fields of psychology, his words will contain a kind of power, and Han Fei soon received recognition from some of the owners, his role as the Manager now truly accepted by everyone.

After chatting with most of the group members, Han Fei was planning to organize everyone’s information when his phone suddenly started vibrating again.

"Room 4204 has initiated a video chat!"

"The group members helped by Yinghuo, their chat names are their net names from before they passed away, only a few of the original residents of the building have room numbers as their group names." The male student didn’t want Han Fei to be directly killed and warned, "You’d better think it over before accepting the call."

"If they chose to join this chat, it means they want to change as well," Han Fei said after a moment of thought, and still chose to accept the call, the reason being simple. The rooms where the group members lived mostly contained the number "4," and apart from Haha and the male student, the others weren’t that powerful.

"Room 4204, does this person live on the 20th floor?" Based on Han Fei’s experience in Building One, rooms above the twentieth floor were generally more terrifying.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei connected the video, but before he could get a clear look at the other person’s face, blood filled the camera, and then he heard a voice all too familiar: "Soul-summoning? I remember I’m not your kin, yet you dared not hurt me in the slightest, still heeding my words, even willing to kill and dispose of bodies. It seems my guess was correct, it’s my soul that has entered the body of someone close to you. Who would have thought, you’re the ghost and now you’re scared like a person."

The voice was filled with madness and an unrestrained desire for destruction, and Han Fei, hearing this, displayed an incredulous expression.

He was certain, the voice coming from room 4204 in the video was his own voice.

"Is it my soul speaking?"

Han Fei had lost three souls and three spirits, forming three separate consciousnesses, one representing childhood, another seemingly symbolizing goodness and hope, and another closest to those crimson memories, possibly embodying Han Fei’s evil and cunning.