My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 395: I Almost Forgot I’m a Comedian

Chapter 395: Chapter 395: I Almost Forgot I’m a Comedian

Han Fei was a very righteous man. Since Huang Ying had saved his life, he wanted to repay Huang Ying by using his abilities to help Huang Ying become successful and well-known.

"Are you sure you want to do this? It seems like your friends don’t really like me, especially that security guard uncle from the school. He really is my uncle, full of..."

"The old man really likes you, and he often asks me about you," Han Fei interrupted Huang Ying: "You might not be used to it at first, but gradually, you will find a kind of spiritual healing in your interactions with them. Trust me."

The Huang Ying of the past was someone who appeared mature and steady on the surface but was actually melancholy and introverted at heart, and he had always had his own psychological issues.

Han Fei saw all of this and believed that "Perfect Life" could fundamentally heal Brother Huang Ying, just like it had healed him once before.

The process really wasn’t important, what mattered was the outcome.

After all the details were settled, Han Fei left Smart New City with Zhuang Ren, and on the road, he entrusted Zhuang Ren with some matters.

After the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical had passed away, everything about him had been sealed by the enormous entity that was Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. If they found out that Zhuang Ren had some of the Chairman’s memories hidden in his brain, they would certainly do everything possible to gain control over Zhuang Ren.

Zhuang Ren was acutely aware of the severity of the situation; he also didn’t want to be treated like a lab rat.

After sending Zhuang Ren home, Han Fei’s phone suddenly vibrated. Thinking it was the police, he didn’t think too much and answered the call.

"Teacher Han? How is your health recovery recently?" The caller was Director Zhang’s assistant.

Listening to the voice coming from the phone, Han Fei suddenly realized that his main profession was that of an actor. Having been used to the job of Midnight Butcher every day in Deep World, he had almost forgotten.

"I’ve recovered very well. Is there something you need?"

"The police have removed the cordon around the Meat Factory. It seems the fugitive they were chasing has been caught. Would you like to come back to the set to shoot? Because of the incident before, everyone’s been in a bad state of mind while filming, and Director Zhang has been quite irritable, talking about you all the time." The male assistant lowered his voice: "Aside from shooting, Director Zhang is now also going online to refute rumors, sometimes even using anonymous accounts to argue with people, but he gets even angrier after those arguments."

"Rumors?" Han Fei hadn’t been online for a long time. Unlike other actors who would post several videos and texts a day, he was completely "out of business"; his fans had to check the official website of Xinhu Police to get updates about him.

"Somehow, there are a lot of rumors about you, saying you were kicked out of the ’Mystery Novelist’ crew, that you’re acting like a prima donna after just becoming famous, and that you’ve had conflicts with other actors, and so on." The male assistant was also speechless: "I suspect someone is targeting you from behind. Personally, I think it would be best for you to join a company as soon as possible. With a strong backing, someone would take care of these things for you online."

"It’s fine. I am upright and not afraid of crooked shadows. If those who spread rumors keep hounding me, in the end, they are the ones who will regret it." Han Fei was a man with a good temper, so he wasn’t at all angry when he heard those rumors. He didn’t know how foul human nature could be, but he knew if he could only retrieve a hundred souls and occupy them, he would be able to gain the title of Night Patrol Deity.

"You’re quite magnanimous. Ah, it’s rare to see young actors with good acting skills and character like yourself these days. I sincerely hope you become popular. If the mainland entertainment industry had more people like you, that would make for a better overall environment."

"Although I’m an actor, I don’t mix in show business," Han Fei said with a smile: "I’ll be back on set this afternoon. That should dispel all the rumors."

Han Fei was bound by a contract. The money he used to purchase the Game Box was a partial prepayment of his acting fee. If he broke the contract, he really couldn’t afford the penalty at the moment.

After a quick meal, Han Fei headed straight for the ’Mystery Novelist’ set, being highly vigilant on the way. The feeling of being watched had completely vanished, as if Butterfly had truly died.

Past one in the afternoon, when Han Fei appeared at the entrance of the set, many staff members gathered around.

He was a person with no airs about him, the most extraordinary thing being his outstanding memory. He could remember the names of everyone in the crew and addressed each staff member by their name, giving ample respect to everyone.

In the past, there weren’t many actors like Han Fei—remembering the names of all the crew members was unheard of, and it was considered good enough if actors were slightly polite when speaking.

Because of the contrast with his fellow actors, everyone in the crew felt that Han Fei was a good person. Seeing him maligned and rumored about online, they were genuinely upset.

"Han Fei!" Director Zhang called out Han Fei’s name from afar, squeezing through the crowd: "Welcome back!"

Other actors at the scene also approached. They admired Han Fei’s acting abilities and felt a certain sense of relief when acting without him these past few days. It wasn’t until later that they realized that relief came from the absence of the pressure Han Fei brought with him.

That an actor could become friendly with the director and other actors didn’t prove much, but the fact that all the staff liked Han Fei truly spoke volumes about the kind of person he was.

The scene at the entrance of the set was captured by many reporters waiting outside, and some of the rumors online could be said to have refuted themselves.

"I’m very sorry for delaying the shooting schedule due to my personal reasons. Let’s get to filming right away." Compared to fighting for his life in Deep World, acting had become an enjoyment for Han Fei. He could immerse himself in someone else’s world, playing another role, giving his soul a temporary respite.

"These past few days, I’ve been reflecting on the character of Spider at home, and I’ve come to a new understanding of him." In Deep World, Han Fei had encountered a completely normal Spider and had clarified his abilities and personality, making him the person who understood Spider the best in the world now.

"Even while resting at home, you’ve been pondering the character?" Director Zhang grew even more appreciative of Han Fei.

During the break, Han Fei memorized all of his lines. When they started shooting in the afternoon, he walked into the Meat Factory Courtyard for Family without even holding a script.

As he stepped onto the set, he became a completely different person.

The experiences in Deep World had greatly influenced Han Fei. Once he got into the role of Spider, that aura instinctively revealed itself.

It was an intangible form of dominance. Even though he was merely a supporting character, no one could overshadow his brilliance. It seemed as if all the other roles revolved around him.

In just a few days, Han Fei had indeed undergone significant changes. His understanding of fear had ascended to a humanistic height. Han Fei not only met Director Zhang’s demands but also fulfilled those that Director Zhang hadn’t even conceived.

Han Fei’s performance was nothing short of perfect, and the actors acting opposite him rediscovered the sensation they had previously experienced.

After filming a scene, the forehead of the actor playing opposite him was covered in sweat, to the point where makeup had to be reapplied.

"Haven’t seen you in a few days, and you seem to have matured a lot," Bai Xian, who had previously been nominated for Movie Emperor, said as he kept drinking water, it seemed that acting opposite Han Fei was particularly dehydrating, "It feels like you’ve passed a significant hurdle in life, and there’s a lifting breeze about you."

"What breeze around me?" Han Fei just smiled and hastened to catch up with the shooting schedule.

Having "rested" at home for several days while the other actors had shot many scenes, he needed to catch up accordingly.

At first, Director Zhang thought it would take Han Fei a long time to catch up, but he soon realized that he had underestimated him.

When he didn’t need to act with others, Han Fei could almost always get through an entire scene from start to end without a single mistake; every shot was completed on the first try, almost as if he were possessed by the Spider itself.

"It turns out it’s always been us holding him back..."

All eight other actors in "Mystery Novelist" were powerful performers handpicked by Director Zhang. The fact that they felt like a drag was preposterous, especially since Han Fei was only in his twenties.

"He might have the chance to become the youngest Movie Emperor ever, which is extremely rare for horror films."

Horror films were niche to begin with, and it was already quite an achievement to be nominated for Movie Emperor for such a genre.

Han Fei had no idea how his peers viewed him. He adhered to his consistent good practice: he finished his shooting schedule before dark and absolutely refused to work overtime.

"Remember to come to work tomorrow!" Director Zhang was quite satisfied with Han Fei, and his mood had improved greatly.

Leaving the filming site, Han Fei drove back to the Old City District with his mind full of plans for cultivating Huang Ying until he saw Acheng and the executives from his former company standing at the entrance of the staircase in the Family Courtyard.

"I believe you can see our sincerity now, can’t you?" The executive’s attitude had improved considerably and didn’t speak to Han Fei from within a car this time, "There have indeed been some misunderstandings before. If you’re willing to return to the company, we can offer you corresponding compensation."

"Compensation?" The weasel paying New Year’s visit to the chicken certainly wasn’t well-intentioned, Han Fei couldn’t be bothered with them, "You might as well keep on hiring internet trolls."

Han Fei walked straight through between the two men. Acheng tried to stop Han Fei, but when he saw the look in Han Fei’s eyes, he didn’t dare to lift a hand, feeling as if Han Fei could sever his hand at any moment.

After Han Fei entered the staircase, Acheng finally spoke, "I told you he wouldn’t agree. This person is too proud."

"I’m someone who appreciates talent. Just now was his last chance. Since he didn’t seize it, I really can’t be blamed," the executive’s face was very grim, as it had been a long time since someone dared to snub him.

Back in the car, he dialed a particular number. While he was growing impatient for the call to be answered, it finally connected, "How is the task I assigned going?"

"We may... need a little more time."

"Is it that difficult to get a murder victim’s family to testify for us?! I said money is no object! As long as the victim’s family is willing to help us, to boycott his film and him personally, his career is over," the man said darkly, "Didn’t that bunch previously boycott ’Twin Flowers’? Let them keep boycotting. We’ll handle making a big deal out of it!"

"It’s not about the money. Today, when we approached the families of the ’Human-body Puzzle’ victims, we were driven out just for slightly mentioning something negative about Han Fei. There was also an old man surnamed Wei who chased after us with a walking stick."

"They’re unwilling to boycott him? They don’t want money that’s offered for free?" The man’s eyebrows knitted together, "With so many victim families, there has to be someone in need of money. Go and find them one by one, and be more tactful with your words! If that doesn’t work, find someone to pose as a victim’s family."

After hanging up the phone, the man slammed his phone onto the seat beside him, "Drive! Back to the company!"

The luxury car that stood out against the dilapidated neighborhood drove away from Han Fei’s building. Han Fei’s figure also appeared at the corner between the first and second floors. Since the activation of the laughters in his Brain Sea, he had become very sensitive to all kinds of malice, seemingly able to sense the evil within a person directly.

"I’m a rather kind person. Just now was your last chance. I hope you cherish it."

Watching the luxury car drive away, Han Fei repeated the words the other person had just said.

Returning to his rented room, Han Fei lay on his bed, enjoying the rare rest time.

Reading a book, listening to music, snacking... If it weren’t for the walls beside the bed plastered with photos of murder scenes, everything would have seemed more harmonious.