My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 482: Another Reunion with Wang Ping’an (Third Release, Requesting Monthly Pass)

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Another Reunion with Wang Ping’an (Third Release, Requesting Monthly Pass)

His appetite had increased, and he had developed a fondness for meat. Han Fei looked at the now-empty refrigerator and touched his stomach, "Every other actor has to maintain their figure, but why can’t I gain weight?"

Ever since he had played the healing-type game, Han Fei’s physical fitness and spirit had improved significantly. Previously lethargic, even a murderer would now think twice before confronting him. He felt that he had changed a lot.

"I enjoy eating meat, especially after feeling tired. Consuming large amounts of meat helps me relax. This is likely influenced by the talent of the Midnight Butcher..."

He quietly stood up. If that was indeed the case, he needed to keep his cool even more, lest he be tainted by the despair of the Deep World, a consequence too dreadful to imagine.

After a long rest, Han Fei took out his phone and called Li Xue.

"Why did you think of calling me all of a sudden?"

"Could you help me find someone?"

"I feel like I just heard you say that the day before yesterday. Who are you looking for?"

"His name is Wang Ping’an. He used to be a delivery guy and has intellectual disabilities. Around the age of twenty, he was taken away by the police for involuntary manslaughter," Han Fei hadn’t forgotten the Mirror God’s request. His first task upon recovering was to locate Wang Ping’an.

"If he has a record, then it’s easy to find." Li Xue hung up the phone, and not long after, she called back, "I found him. However, he has been released from prison and seems to have found a new job with the help of a social welfare group. You can go to the Xinhu Zoo in the Old City District."

"The zoo?" Han Fei noted down the address.

"Is this person also related to Butterfly? You seem very eager?" As a detective, Li Xue sensed something unusual from Han Fei’s tone.

"He has no relation to Butterfly, but he saved a world."

Han Fei quickly washed up and changed into a relatively formal outfit. He then headed to the Xinhu Zoo.

In this era of rapid technological advancements, virtual technology could simulate everything, from watching whales beside the Ice Sea to flying with flocks of birds in the clouds were all easily achievable, making the oldest zoos somewhat obsolete.

The Old City District Zoo wasn’t very large, but without the city government’s annual funding and online fundraising by well-wishers, this zoo couldn’t have survived till now.

Han Fei bought a ticket and entered the zoo, which had few visitors but was very clean. There were no bad odors, and the staff was diligently cleaning.

"Do you know Wang Ping’an?" Han Fei approached a uniformed staff member within the zoo.

"Wang Ping’an?" The staff member looked at Han Fei somewhat surprised. "What do you want with him? Are you his relative?"

"There’s something I need to tell him."

"Okay, follow me." The staff led Han Fei to the golden monkey exhibit and shouted towards Monkey Mountain, "Ping’an! Someone is looking for you!"

Han Fei also looked towards Monkey Mountain. A middle-aged man dressed in the zoo’s uniform was cleaning the area, with the monkeys around him obediently watching him, occasionally climbing onto his shoulder or hanging around his neck asking for a hug. The scene was incredibly harmonious, like a painting.

On hearing his name called, the middle-aged man and the monkeys around him turned their heads.

The man’s face was not much different from what Han Fei remembered in the Memory World, except it had matured a lot.

When he saw Han Fei, his slightly crooked mouth broke into a hearty smile, and he ran over joyfully while continuously shouting, "Bro! Bro!"

"Don’t mind him; he has some intellectual issues, and he calls everyone ’bro.’ It seems that after his father died, that’s the only term he remembers," said the staff member by Han Fei’s side begrudgingly. When Wang Ping’an approached, he grabbed his hand, as if teaching a child, and said, "You are more than twenty years older than him, he is younger than you, younger people are your juniors, so what should you call him?"

"Bro!"

Wang Ping’an was overjoyed to see Han Fei, grinning continuously, as he gestured exaggeratedly, "You, you look just like an actor from the TV!"

"He’s younger than you; you should call him ’little brother.’"

The staff member wanted to say more, but Han Fei stopped him, "He didn’t call wrongly, apart from his father, the only other person he trusts the most is that elder brother."

"Is that so?" The staff member looked at the earnest Han Fei and thought it better not to disturb them.

Han Fei and Wang Ping’an walked side by side in the park, rays of sunlight falling upon them. The animals seemed to have a great bond with Wang Ping’an: the giraffe would voluntarily lower its head to lick his face with its tongue, the fox would jump about excitedly and joyously upon seeing him, and the elephant sneakily sprayed water onto the top of Wang Ping’an’s head with its trunk, then continued walking forward alongside him in the enclosure.

Everything here was so harmonious and beautiful, it made one reluctant to leave.

Han Fei didn’t speak, and Wang Ping’an quietly followed beside him, silently moving forward.

At that moment, they hardly felt like strangers to each other.

"Ping’an, your brother didn’t come to rescue you. Do you blame him?" As the afterglow of the sun set, Han Fei still asked that question.

Wang Ping’an seemed to have forgotten those events as he shook his head with a foolish smile.

"Actually, your brother wanted to take the blame for you, but met with an accident on the way to the police station, which became a regret for him."

On his way here, Han Fei had inquired in detail from Li Xue about Wang Ping’an’s case. Wang Ping’an lived in a county surrounding Xinhu, and when the police apprehended him, he refused to cooperate and was in an extremely manic state, so he was detained for some time.

However, it wasn’t long before the police found several bodies near a valley. After investigation, it was discovered that all those bodies had been killed by the person whom Wang Ping’an had killed, and now Wang Ping’an was not only cleared of excessive self-defense resulting in death but could also attempt to claim the status of a Righteous Hero.

Latterly, considering Wang Ping’an’s congenital intellectual disability and that his only guardian had already died, the police ultimately decided to temporarily send him to the county mental hospital for isolated treatment.

Once Wang Ping’an had calmed down, they began to sort through the case and helped him reintegrate into society.

After many years of turmoil, Wang Ping’an was eventually sent to the animal zoo in the Old City District of Xinhu District. He started as a cleaner and gradually became the most popular keeper, as many delicate animals would only behave when they saw him.

After arriving at the zoo, Wang Ping’an never had another outburst; he loved his job and had continued it up to the present.

Compared to becoming the unspeakable Master of Shrine in Deep World, Wang Ping’an was undoubtedly fortunate. They once stood together, but fate led them on two completely different paths.

"Brother, Brother!" suddenly, Wang Ping’an seemed to recall something very important, "I need to go feed the monkeys."

"Go ahead, I’ll come to see you often. Here’s my mobile number, you can contact me if you ever run into any trouble," Han Fei entered his mobile number into Wang Ping’an’s phone.

"Okay." Wang Ping’an was anxious about the monkeys and hurried forward, but halfway there, he stopped suddenly, "Brother! I think I dreamt about you last night! Really!"

"I know, go feed the monkeys now," Han Fei watched Wang Ping’an, truly wanting to reveal a smile.

"Okay." Wang Ping’an continued running forward, still grinning at Han Fei, "Brother! You really do look like an actor from the TV! Next time, remember to come on Saturday, there’s an elephant show!"

The setting sun cast its rays on Wang Ping’an, who, although very ordinary, shone brighter than the gods in the shrine.

The wind brushed through Han Fei’s hair as he slowly walked toward the end of the sunset.

"This world is indeed terrible, but there are also too many beautiful things; maybe for your sake, I should guard the gates of Deep World."