My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 419: Thirty-second surveillance video

Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Thirty-second surveillance video

Grasping the "Murderer" by the collar with one hand, Han Fei lifted him up and walked towards Bai Xian, who was still in a state of extreme shock.

"Brother Bai, you must have seen very clearly that we were merely defending ourselves; it was he who first came at us with a knife."

Bai Xian’s lower legs had no strength at all. As he watched Han Fei gradually approach him, his lips trembled and he stammered, "Yes, it was him who slashed at us first."

"Do you have any excess cloth on you? The situation was urgent before, and I might have hit him a bit too hard."

"Yes, I do." Bai Xian took off his expensive suit and tore a large piece from his shirt: "Is this enough?"

"Almost." Taking the piece of cloth Bai Xian had torn off, Han Fei made a simple bandage for the back of the "Murderer’s" head to prevent life-threatening blood loss.

"You know how to bandage wounds?" Bai Xian watched Han Fei’s practiced movements, which clearly came from long practice. He couldn’t understand why an actor would be so proficient in treating wounds.

"I learned a bit in the past because I was afraid of getting hurt, but most of the time I use it on others." Han Fei finished treating the "Murderer’s" wounds and began searching the body for clues. "Butterfly’s followers are very professional. The knives they use are often made from special materials that can evade security checks. This man doesn’t seem like one of Butterfly’s followers; although he is strong, he doesn’t have much fighting experience. I had prepared seven or eight plans just now, but none of them were needed."

When Han Fei felt the outer pocket of the "Murderer’s" coat, he found the man’s cellphone.

"Fingerprint unlock, huh?" Han Fei tried different fingers of the unconscious "Murderer" until the phone unlocked quickly.

Seeing Han Fei seriously using the "Murderer’s" fingers to unlock the phone, Bai Xian broke out in a cold sweat. So fingerprint unlocking isn’t safe either?

He lowered his head and quietly switched his own phone to password unlock.

Han Fei didn’t care about Bai Xian’s actions. He patiently looked through the phone and finally found what he was looking for in the contacts: "In the past two days, only one person has been in touch with him, and that person is listed as ’little brother’."

He picked up a piece of rag from the floor and wiped the blood off the "Murderer’s" face; this "Murderer" indeed looked very much like the security guard outside.

"They must be twins, but why would a pair of twins come to this place to play ghosts?"

"Right, what are they after?" Bai Xian had finally calmed down. "It’s a pity this guy is unconscious; otherwise, we could have asked him."

"No worries, his brother is still outside." Han Fei skimmed through the chat records between the brothers and, after getting used to the older brother’s tone, used the older brother’s phone to send a message to the younger one: "Someone ran inside! What kind of lookout are you?"

"I’ve already alerted you loudly, didn’t you see anyone else inside?" Before long, the younger brother replied to the older brother.

"What the hell? You get up here to the second floor right now!"

"Now? Do I really have to go inside? I mean, why don’t we both get out first and hide?"

"Stop dawdling! I’m waiting for you in the room after the left turn!"

"Fine, don’t panic, I’m on my way."

Bai Xian stood by and witnessed the entire conversation between Han Fei and the "Murderer’s" younger brother. He now understood why Han Fei’s villain characters were performed so well—the guy’s only difference from the devil was his shy-looking face.

Carrying the unconscious "big brother," Han Fei and Bai Xian proceeded to the entrance of the staircase.

After about a few minutes, faint footsteps and the light from a flashlight came up the stairs.

"Bro? Are you there? I’ve arrived..." The man in the security guard uniform moved step by step to the second floor. He gently tapped on the door of the first room after the left turn but received no response.

His heartbeat quickened. The security guard tried to twist the doorknob, surprised to find that the door was not locked.

As he pulled the door, a black figure from inside fell forward just as he reached out.

Looking down, the security guard’s pupils shrank to pinpoints, his arms shaking violently.

"Bro? Bro!"

His brother was already unconscious; who sent that message to him just now?

As if petrified, the security guard’s fear reached its peak. He instinctively stepped back but felt like he hit something with his back.

He remembered clearly that there was quite a distance between him and the wall!

An arm draped over his shoulder, squeezing his neck like a chain.

"Do you want to die or live?"

A hoarse man’s voice sounded close to his ear, terrifying the security guard so much that he nearly collapsed. His body trembled uncontrollably, lacking even the courage to look back.

"Why did you and your brother come here?"

"My brother called me. He used to be a security guard here, said he would bring me to make big money." The security guard stuttered, struggling to get the words out.

"Be more specific. What do you need to find here?"

"To find, find a pair of white children’s shoes."

"White shoes?" Han Fei grabbed the man’s neck and pinned him against the wall.

The security guard screamed for mercy, shouting repeatedly for his life.

"Don’t panic, I just want to know the truth. If you cooperate with me, I won’t harm you." Han Fei stared into the security guard’s eyes: "After all, we’re both good people, aren’t we?"

The security guard glanced at his unconscious brother with the bloodstained cloth on the back of his head and nodded repeatedly: "I’ll tell you everything, I swear."

Completely giving up resistance, the security guard slumped next to his brother, realizing he had encountered "professionals" that day.

In order to stay alive, he didn’t dare to hide anything and told everything he knew.

"Ten years ago, when my brother was especially young, he worked as a security guard in this park. During the day, the place was as beautiful as a paradise but at night, strange things often happened, and the most common was the sound of children crying."

"My brother was quite brave and he would search for the source of the crying every night, trying to figure out what was going on. After searching for a long time, he was certain that the crying was coming from the depths of the park, from that plastic surgery hospital."

"That plastic surgery hospital mainly serviced high-end clients, and all members would drive directly in. As long as they were granted access, they could come and go unobstructed. Security guards didn’t have the right to check. So my brother didn’t know what kind of people entered that plastic surgery hospital on a daily basis. In his memory, those who spent money on plastic surgery were usually adults, and it was very rare for children to do so."

"Out of curiosity, he started paying attention to that plastic surgery hospital and ended up with an unexpected discovery."

"Logically speaking, children who can afford plastic surgery come from wealthy or at least somewhat well-off families. However, my brother saw several children inside the plastic surgery hospital who were skinny and malnourished, like they had been brought over from an orphanage." The male security guard recollected and confirmed that it was indeed the case.

"There were children from the orphanage in the plastic surgery hospital?" Han Fei hadn’t expected such a high-end plastic surgery hospital to be connected to an orphanage.

"I swear to God, this is all true. My brother saw it with his own eyes."

"Continue, what happened to those children afterward?"

"When they were brought into the plastic surgery hospital, they were dressed very simply and were quite timid and poorly behaved. But at least there was light in their eyes and the innocence and liveliness of children. However, when they were taken out of the plastic surgery hospital at night, the light in their eyes was completely gone, and they seemed to have turned into very obedient puppets."

The security guard’s words caught Han Fei’s attention: "Their personalities had undergone a major change? Personality reshaping?"

Han Fei didn’t know exactly how personality reshaping was conducted; he was only speculating from what the male security guard was saying now, that the plastic surgery hospital operated by Eternal Life Pharmaceutical indeed engaged in some very serious malpractices.

"I’m not too sure, but according to my brother, every orphan that left, Eternal Life Pharmaceutical would treat their physical illnesses for free and find someone to adopt them, allowing them to lead lives free from worry about food and clothes," he said.

"That sounds quite good." Bai Xian had a favorable impression of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical; after all, the countless medicines they developed had benefited many and saved innumerable lives. Of course, that was for those who could afford the medicines.

"So the orphans who left were all healed. Does that mean there are orphans who didn’t leave?" Han Fei’s voice sounded a bit chilling in the darkness.

The security guard didn’t expect Han Fei to have already guessed what he was about to say and nodded, "A very small portion of the children never came out after going in."

A cold wind blew through the corridor, rustling the scraps of paper against the floor covered in shoe and footprints, and the temperature in the room seemed to be slowly dropping.

"Do you have any evidence?" When it involved Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, many things couldn’t be said carelessly, and Han Fei was also quite cautious.

The security guard opened his mouth, then looked towards his unconscious brother beside him. His face turned a bit pale, and his lips quivered a few times before he slowly began, "Do you believe in ghosts in this world?"

"Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Bai Xian was clearly flustered; he had watched many horror movies before, where the first side characters to die were those who discussed ghosts in abandoned houses.

"My brother saw a ghost in this building. It was a child wearing white shoes. If you encounter him, he will keep staring at you from nearby, and his face will appear in any place." The security guard clasped his hands together; he seemed to feel a trace of coldness, shivering more violently.

"Just based on this, you can’t be certain that the child is a ghost, can you?"

"My brother discovered the child while patrolling after 3 a.m. When the plastic surgery hospital resumed normal operations at dawn, the staff found the child’s body behind the shoe rack. The forensic doctor’s estimated time of death was two days earlier." The security guard leaned against the wall’s edge; merely speaking these words made cold sweat drench his forehead.

"That child had a very strange personality, which is why my brother was so impressed. When he was first brought to the Plastic Surgery Hospital, he tried to escape once. His face was covered in scars from burns, and although my brother found the boy very frightening, he didn’t think much of it. There are many children who come to the hospital specifically for scar repair, and my brother has seen people far uglier than him," he said.

"What happened later?"

"The day the child was caught and returned, Doctor Xia, the most skilled at the hospital, got into a huge fight with a client. Doctor Xia had a good temper; no one knew why he suddenly lost his cool. Later, Doctor Xia made up with the client, and everything seemed to have blown over. But my brother said that was when all the abnormalities began," the security guard recalled with effort: "Doctor Xia and his wife haven’t been seen in the Plastic Surgery Hospital since that day. Fewer children were brought to the hospital, and the surveillance in the security room started having frequent problems at night, capturing some very bizarre footage."

"Like shoes on the shoe rack suddenly falling off, something creeping across the deserted corridors, or cameras equipped with automatic face-lock turning inexplicably after midnight when there appeared to be nothing in the footage."

The security guard’s voice grew softer as he spoke, and he gradually became too frightened to continue, as if something in the pitch-black corridor was staring at him.

"Do those surveillance tapes still exist?" Han Fei wanted to clear things up.

"Most have been lost; only a small segment that my brother secretly recorded remains. He didn’t delete that clip even after changing phones multiple times over ten years. The reason we came looking for the white shoes is also because of that video," the security guard said, shakily pointing at the cell phone in Han Fei’s hand. "You can open the last video in the list to see."

Han Fei scrolled through the "murderer’s" phone and took a long time to find the hidden file. He tapped the screen, and a segment of surveillance footage recorded on the mobile phone came up.

In the stillness of the night corridor, about five or six seconds later, a pair of white shoes appeared abruptly in the video.

After a brief pause, the white shoes began to move along the corridor as if someone were wearing them!

The video was short, only half a minute, but it was profoundly chilling to watch.

Most importantly, the three of them were now on the very corridor where the video was shot.

The temperature continued to drop, and Han Fei looked toward the area where the white shoes had walked in the video.

At the end of the corridor, marked with shoe prints, a pair of white shoes had been placed there by someone unknown at that moment.

"When did they appear there? Have they always been there?"

While their attention was focused on the pair of white shoes, the smartphone in Han Fei’s hand suddenly emitted the sound of a child crying.

The three looked down to see the phone inexplicably auto-playing the next video.

In the video, a child was tied to a chair, enduring beatings and curses. The child’s face was burnt beyond recognition, hideously so.

Scrolling further, in the hidden folder, there were many similar videos.

"This wasn’t filmed by my brother! He’s just a security guard here; he never told me about any of this stuff!" the male security guard listened to the cries emanating from the phone, his facial expression grotesquely twisted as he flailed his hands. "I don’t know about this, I really don’t!"

"Your brother must have kept some things from you. He didn’t come back for the white shoes to make a fortune; it was probably to save his life," Han Fei surmised, clad in a suit.

Feeling a chill himself, Han Fei focused on the white shoes at the end of the corridor and grabbed the unconscious "murderer," positioning him as a shield in front of himself.