My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 421 Perfect Personality

Chapter 421: Chapter 421 Perfect Personality

"The plastic surgery hospital has the ability to endow children with various wonderful personalities, allowing them to change their characters. Now, this place has an entertainment room similar to the one at Happiness Orphanage. Could it be that personality reshaping is related to the Happiness Orphanage, where I once stayed?"

Most of Han Fei’s memories about Happiness Orphanage were positive. Although the place was dilapidated and simple, it was his entire childhood.

In his naivety and ignorance, with no understanding of the world, it was the volunteers and staff who told him how beautiful the world was and how great human kindness could be.

As he grew older and reflected on the past, these memories surfaced in his mind.

For a long time, he believed that this was his entire childhood, until he lost three of his souls.

Without his childhood and sense of good and evil, the Blood-colored Orphanage hidden in the depths of his mind was exposed in his memories. At that moment, Han Fei found that everything in his mind was stained red, and all the beauty was cloaked in a red veil.

As his fragmented memories began to reassemble, he vaguely saw the truth.

"In the Blood-colored Orphanage where Kuangxiao is, there’s only him, just like how there’s only me now, watching the window above the bed in the entertainment room. I know the world outside the window is very beautiful, but I can never leave, because all the windows are just paintings on the wall."

"My childhood wasn’t met with misfortune, companions, teachers, volunteers—they all provided me with positive guidance, together constituting my world of memories. But when I really try to recall carefully, I can’t remember the face of any one of them."

"Did they really appear? Did they truly exist?"

"Can a healing-type personality truly heal all wounds? If it can, how does it heal a person?"

Han Fei closed his eyes. The pain was like a sharp spike continuously driving deeper into his mind, piercing through everything, allowing him to see the Kuangxiao deep within.

That was a madman who constantly emitted hysterical laughter, everything seen through his eyes was frozen in blood, his world was red.

Han Fei didn’t know if the healing-type personality counted as close to perfect, but he knew that Kuangxiao certainly possessed the most imperfect personality in the world.

"Han Fei?" Bai Xian’s body froze at the doorway; looking at Han Fei in the children’s entertainment room, in addition to fear and horror, he also felt a hint of worry.

At that moment, Han Fei was standing in front of the wall with the painted windows, his back against the cold wall, as if trapped in an enclosed nightmare.

Gathering his courage, Bai Xian slowly moved into the room, "Han Fei!"

Steeling his heart, he ran faster and faster, charging over to Han Fei’s side and grabbing his arm, "We can’t stay in this place anymore!"

Bai Xian’s voice made Han Fei look up. His head still hurt, but now he was starting to understand the reason for the pain. As long as he didn’t question his childhood memories, there would be no problem.

"Why did you come in too?" Han Fei immediately looked toward the doorway, worried the security guard would take the "murderer" and escape.

It turned out he was overthinking it. The security guard, shaking with fear, didn’t dare to stay alone in the corridor. After seeing Bai Xian run into the room, he also dragged his own brother inside.

"The security guard’s phone was full of videos of child abuse. If the white shoes represent a child, then he must have been abused as well. It’s normal for him to have a grudge, but for grudge energy to accumulate to the level of hatred is very abnormal."

Han Fei was unclear about the relationship between the Deep World’s plastic surgery hospital and the white shoes, but he was making inferences based on his experiences fighting with Butterfly.

At least in the Deep World, attaining the level of hatred could possibly, through some extremely special means, impact reality, albeit indirectly."

"White shoes, painter, and the monster who influenced Acheng’s boss’s mind, altering him into neither male nor female in the bathroom—this plastic surgery hospital might very likely possess three hatreds." Han Fei now took the plastic surgery hospital very seriously because it seemed to also be related to himself.

Searching everywhere, Han Fei wanted to find some more direct clues and documents, but all the internal data of the building had disappeared, thoroughly cleaned up.

If it had not been for Han Fei’s own time spent at Happiness Orphanage, he wouldn’t have been able to detect the trickery in the children’s entertainment room.

This plastic surgery hospital was very well-hidden; not to mention outsiders, even some of their own peripheral staff might not be aware of the hospital’s details.

"The Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical visited this plastic surgery hospital many times before his death. This hospital he built has some kind of connection with Happiness Orphanage, and the Black Box in my mind was a gift from his brother. These two brothers, one in the light and one in the dark, what exactly are they plotting?"

Ten years had passed since the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical had died. His brother had been beaten until only Memory Fragments remained. But even so, traces of them still existed everywhere in the world.

Han Fei was unwilling to leave like this, but just as he was about to continue searching for clues, a scream came from the third floor.

"It sounds like Acheng’s boss!"

The three of them ran upstairs together. Just as they arrived on the third floor, they were shocked by the scene before them.

The ground, walls, and ceiling were all covered with white paper, all bearing one sentence—Give me back my face!

Dragging the unconscious "murderer," Han Fei walked quickly through the corridor, remembering the approximate direction from which the scream had come, and rushed to the deepest part of the third floor at once.

"The dust on the doorknob has been wiped off; this door has been opened." Focused on the door before him, Han Fei instructed Bai Xian to keep recording, then kicked the door open with a single kick.

The windows inside the room were open, and the curtains fluttered in the wind, as if hiding ghosts within.

"Don’t come in first! Brother Bai, make sure to record everything!" Han Fei suddenly shouted.

"What’s wrong?" Bai Xian and the security guard both tensed up.

"There’s a smell of blood in the room," said Han Fei, his pupils narrowing slightly as he stared at a brand-new large leather suitcase in the corner of the room. It didn’t seem to have any dust on it, as if it had been brought out from the boss Acheng’s car.

The suitcase was still there, but the man himself had vanished without a trace.

Throughout the recording, using the clothes of the "Murderer" as a cushion, Han Fei opened the suitcase, and a strand of black hair slipped out through the zipper crack, while the bottom of the case began seeping blood.

"A corpse?"

A strange smell dispersed in the air; Bai Xian and the security guard, unable to hold back, began to retch. Han Fei, who was closest to the suitcase, didn’t react as strongly. He only felt that the area around the suitcase was bone-chillingly cold!

With a sense of foreboding, he slowly lifted his head to look at the mirror embedded in the wall. Sitting above the suitcase he had opened was a faceless woman.

In the blink of an eye, the woman had vanished, and Han Fei had completely unzipped the suitcase.

Inside the suitcase were a white shoe, the latest model of a smartphone, and the body of a woman whose face had been disfigured.

"Snap!"

The phone dropped to the floor. Bai Xian dumbfoundedly stared at the suitcase, and after pausing for several seconds, he began to retreat frantically until his back hit the wall.

The security guard also cowered in a corner, keeping his distance from it.

Han Fei had wanted to continue exploring, but after discovering the body, he didn’t dare to disturb anything else in the room carelessly, as the nature of the case had changed. Now, all he could do was protect the scene and wait for the police.

Han Fei had contacted the police as soon as he left the film festival venue.

After about another fifteen minutes, the sound of police sirens approached from outside. Li Xue and several members of the Criminal Investigation Team entered the room.

The "Murderer" was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, while Han Fei, Bai Xian, and the security guard sat side by side against the wall, being questioned by the police one by one.

This was the first encounter with such a scene for Bai Xian and the security guard. Both were in chaos, speaking incoherently; Bai Xian even vomited up the acid from his stomach.

Compared to them, Han Fei seemed much calmer. While being interrogated by the police, he also tried to communicate with them.

The identity of the victim was quickly established. Her name was Zhou Li, and she was boss Acheng’s lover. She was good-looking, capable, and handled some shady matters for boss Acheng.

After the police confirmed the identity of the deceased, Han Fei’s confusion deepened.

He had heard clearly at the film festival that boss Acheng had made several phone calls in a row. From the tone of the conversation, it seemed like the calls were made to his lover.

The police also found the man’s call history in the phone from the suitcase. He had indeed been calling the dead woman, but it appeared he hadn’t realized it at all.

"Boss Acheng’s state was really off at that time. He must have been completely influenced by something," shuddered Han Fei. "White shoes, painter, faceless woman. What exactly did they do to that man?"

Now boss Acheng was the one suffering, and the next one could be Han Fei, so he needed to be prepared early on.

Calculating the time, Han Fei directly approached Li Xue. He had already delayed for too long outside and had to hurry back as soon as possible.

"I thought you were attending some event?" Li Xue knew about Han Fei’s upcoming movie premiere. When she received a call from him that evening, she thought Han Fei was inviting her to watch the promotional film together. The moment the phone rang, she even considered whether to wear a nicer outfit that night. But within just a second, she realized that Han Fei truly never disappointed—his first words were about finding a suspect and urgently requesting police support.

"I was attending an event, but then an accident happened, so I ran over here with a friend," Han Fei did not take credit; he took the opportunity to praise Bai Xian several times.

"In the past, you acted as a Righteous Hero by providing clues to the police, but this time around, you’ve gone straight to the scene and become the first eyewitness. If you keep this up, will you start apprehending criminals yourself?" Li Xue didn’t have any other intention with her words. She just hoped Han Fei wouldn’t be too impulsive and to stay safe.

"Don’t worry, I know my limits."

"You know your limits? Going with a second-tier actress into a building abandoned for ten years to search for evidence? Do you think you’re making an unboxing video?" In the past, Li Xue thought she was the troublemaker at the police station, but meeting Han Fei made her realize she was a model of good behavior.

"I’ll be more careful next time." With Li Xue’s help, Han Fei met with their team leader, and the evidence collection went smoothly. The suspect did not seem to think much when dumping the body and didn’t seem to have any intention to hide it.

After everyone had been questioned, Han Fei also got back Bai Xian’s phone, of course, the audio and video had already been saved as evidence by the police.

"Brother Bai, are you feeling any better?" Han Fei found Bai Xian and the security guard in the corner, both had vomited bile and were pale.

"How come you’re not feeling sick at all?" Bai Xian asked, looking at Han Fei, not understanding at all.

"I often see fake blood when I’m acting, so I’m used to it."

"But before you played ’Twin Flowers,’ weren’t you in comedies?" Bai Xian, also an actor, knew that prop blood and real corpses were vastly different.

"It’s alright. Here’s your phone, though the screen seems a bit cracked."

"No problem, even it were in perfect condition, I probably wouldn’t dare to use it again." Bai Xian leaned against the wall, looking very weak. "Did you delete the video inside? Just delete it for me, I probably won’t open any video app for a while."