My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 500 Who Are You (Seeking 4000 Monthly Votes)

Chapter 500: Chapter 500 Who Are You (Seeking 4000 Monthly Votes)

"Find the me in the mirror that smiles? But I’ve never smiled with joy, is this task making me search for the real ghost among all these mirrors?"

Looking around, the dim clinic was permeated with an atmosphere of unease, as if the people in those mirrors could turn around at any moment.

Having only ever stayed in the Shallow World, Yantang and Tie Nan, two burly men, stopped at the doorway, not daring to enter, while Aunt Li walked directly to Han Fei’s side.

More than ghosts, she wanted to see her husband.

Twenty years of searching needed a result, even if it was a ghost, she had to see it with her own eyes.

"The voice calling me is here, could he be hiding in one of these mirrors, with his back to me?" Aunt Li was the first to run into the clinic, passing between mirrors that all reflected unfamiliar figures.

"Follow up." Han Fei gestured to the two men behind him, holding the Spiritual Altar as he slowly moved forward.

The palm of his hand turned stiff from the cold emanating from the Spiritual Altar, as the ghost inside seemed to sense extremely dangerous things.

Aunt Li inspected each mirror in front of her while Han Fei kept a close eye on her, their movements through the silent clinic reflected in various mirrors.

"Do you hear anything?" Tie Nan whispered from the back, "I think I hear someone urging us to go faster, but they don’t seem to say where."

Looking at the mirror beside him, Tie Nan’s Adam’s apple trembled slightly: "Could it be the people in the mirrors, wanting us to join them?"

"Don’t let your imagination run wild, in terrifying places, the more scared you are, the more likely bad things will happen." Yantang took a deep breath, maintaining high alertness, not daring to be distracted for an instant, for if he were disrupted, his daydream Talent could very likely turn fear into reality.

"Understood." Tie Nan quickened his pace, following closely behind Yantang. As they all entered the clinic, the door was slowly shut behind them.

Shadows cast on the ground, as if a cat yowled in agony, followed by drips of blood oozing from the bottom of a mirror.

Drip, drip...

Blood splattered on the cold floor, and a small hand slowly stretched forth, touching the blood on the ground, drawing one figure after another.

"Not him, not him either..." Aunt Li’s Mourning Talent was triggered, her gaze locked on the back figures in the mirrors, her face growing increasingly desperate.

The pitch-dark, ominous clinic, searching for a person in a house full of mirrors, was already somewhat beyond the psychological endurance of Aunt Li, who rarely watched horror films.

"Sister, are you sure of his location?" Han Fei pressed on Aunt Li’s shoulder, "Every mirror you look at, the person inside also sees you. You’re looking for him, and they might come looking for you."

Aunt Li failed to notice her own strangeness, but Han Fei saw it all too clearly; he felt something about her had been left in the mirrors for good.

Exactly what, he couldn’t say, but it seemed to him that Aunt Li had become somewhat unfamiliar compared to before they entered the clinic.

The same person, yet after looking into a mirror, seemed to have turned into someone else.

"I..." Aunt Li felt short of breath, pointing to her ear, "He’s right here, I’m already very close to that voice."

Pushing open the door to the consultation room, neatly arranged on the consulting table were gauze jars, a stethoscope, a sphygmomanometer, and some common diagnostic tools.

What was eerie was that, on one side of the consultation desk there was a wooden chair, but on the side where the doctor should have been seated, there was a mirror instead.

In that mirror stood a doctor in a white coat, with his back toward everyone just like the other figures in the mirrors, the only difference being that there were numerous shoeprints beside this doctor.

Comparing the shoeprints to the doctor’s leather shoes, it was certain that those were the doctor’s own prints; it seemed as though he had walked out of the mirror.

"Sister, is that doctor your husband?" Han Fei squinted his eyes, a feeling he couldn’t quite articulate bubbling up from within—part unease and part anticipation.

"The silhouette does look a bit like him." Sister Li stood in front of the mirror, her body almost pressing against it.

"Is it? Is that him?"

The clinic was small and contained several mirrors, so when Han Fei and Aunt Li entered the consultation room, the other two players had to stand in the corridor outside.

Yantang kept taking deep breaths, telling herself not to think about anything, while Tie Nan, the muscle-bound man, stood close beside her, truly frightened.

The ghosts and monsters in last night’s hotel had at least been identifiable, but this clinic was completely different. The dark energy seemed as though it would soak through every strand of hair, and the unsettling sensation was driving people mad.

As his gaze continuously moved across the mirrors, Tie Nan’s heart pounded furiously. He had this lingering feeling that the people standing in the mirrors might come out at any moment.

Feeling a chill in his heart, Tie Nan slowly shifted his gaze toward the clinic’s entrance and suddenly noticed that the door seemed to have been closed by someone, and in front of it stood a mirror.

In that mirror was a man standing with his back to him, seemingly wearing a burial shroud.

Rubbing his eyes, Tie Nan stared at the man’s shroud and suddenly, his pupils contracted to pinpoints—he remembered there was no mirror at the entrance to the clinic!

That man wearing a shroud wasn’t in the mirror!

Feeling weak in his calves, Tie Nan stepped backward, grabbing Yantang’s arm: "Look at the entrance!"

Yantang turned her head to look as she kept adjusting her breathing, trying to calm down. There was nothing in front of the door to the clinic, though it seemed to have been locked.

"What are you making me look at?" Yantang pried open Tie Nan’s fingers: "I warn you not to scare me. Even my own talent frightens me."

"There was a man wearing a shroud, just now he was standing at the entrance of the clinic with his back to us, I initially thought he was in the mirror." Tie Nan wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to steady himself: "Believe me, I really saw it."

Turning around, Tie Nan was about to discuss what had just happened with Yantang when the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the mirror behind him.

As if transfixed, Tie Nan saw a man in a burial shroud standing in the mirror behind him!

That man was standing with his back to him, right behind him just moments ago!

"Crash!"

Tie Nan fell to the floor, his body shattering a mirror beside him, and the piercing sound startled everyone inside the room.

Not just Han Fei and the others, but even the figures in the mirrors seemed to have flinched slightly.

"What happened?" Hearing the noise, Han Fei quickly came out of the consultation room.

"Just now... It was him, standing by the door," Tie Nan pointed to the mirror beside him, his face deathly pale, beginning to stammer as he spoke.

"Did the person in the mirror come out?" Han Fei figured out what had just happened in the shortest time. He looked at the shattered mirror fragments on the ground and drew the Rebirth Saber, "Is it him who just came out?"

"Yes," Tie Nan nodded.

"Step back, all of you." The light of a blade composed of human nature ignited in Han Fei’s hands as he struck down at the mirror where the man in the shroud was!

There was another loud noise, and the mirror shattered into pieces, fragments strewn everywhere.

"Is the man in the shroud dead?" Tie Nan hurriedly checked the mirrors around him; he was very scared now.

"He should still be in one of the mirrors." The Rebirth Saber hadn’t killed anything just now. Han Fei frowned slightly, crouched down, opened the lid of the Spiritual Altar, and placed all the mirror fragments on the ground into the Spiritual Altar.

It was just as well that the shrouded man had left earlier; otherwise, this night would have been unforgettable for him as well.

"It’s a pity that the Mirror God has to guard the third-level shrine and is not here."

The sounds of mirrors breaking twice in a row seemed to have disturbed something. They heard footsteps above them, as if a woman was crying and running down the corridor.

The sobbing was somewhat frightening, as if she was searching for something.

"Be careful," Han Fei said as he held the Spiritual Altar and returned inside the clinic.

Aunt Li’s condition was not good; her face was almost pressed against the mirror as she softly called out a name, but the man in the white coat inside the mirror showed no intention of turning his head.

"It’s not him..."

A few minutes later, Aunt Li stood in front of the mirror, seeming lost, shaking her head lightly, "That voice is deeper inside."

The clinic was small, only about sixty square meters, with a consulting room, treatment room, and disposal room, and at the very end of the second floor, there was also an office.

But what concerned people the most was not these rooms. As you continue further inside, you’ll find that the clinic is connected to the residential building, and the passage at the very back leads directly into the residential building.

Aunt Li checked all the mirrors in the clinic but did not find her husband; the voice seemed to be luring her into the residential building.

"The residential building behind the clinic feels like its inpatient department. Those trapped in the mirrors, men and women, old and young, are likely residents of the building," Yantang shared her opinion before conscientiously covering her mouth.

"What do we do now?" Tie Nan was genuinely frightened and wanted nothing more than to leave; he constantly felt that the shrouded man was still around him.

"Since we’ve come this far, let’s keep going," Han Fei was also eager to meet Aunt Li’s husband. Besides, he still needed to complete his task. The rewards for an F-grade hidden task are usually special skills and rare tools, which were very attractive to him.

"Thank you all. Once we leave this game, I will definitely show my gratitude appropriately," Aunt Li felt extremely remorseful that the four of them had come to such a terrifying place because of her.

"No worries, I understand how you feel," Han Fei gently patted Aunt Li’s shoulder. "I have been searching for my relatives too, and if I had any information about them, I would definitely rush over regardless of anything."

Upon hearing Han Fei’s words, Aunt Li didn’t know what to say. She was really grateful to Han Fei and felt a pang of sorrow for him.

The four-person team did not linger, and together they entered the corridor.

The passage inside the clinic and residential building was only a few meters long, but walking through it felt like entering another world, a world inside a mirror.

From time to time, they could hear the sound of dripping water, and the old building, long neglected, emitted an overall sense of decay.

Aunt Li, who was leading, stopped in her tracks. She looked at the dilapidated hallways on either side with a somewhat bewildered gaze.

"Sister? Why aren’t you moving forward?"

"The voice in my ear is inside this building, but I can’t pinpoint its exact location," Aunt Li said, touching the yellowing wall. "Has anyone been to this place before? Do you feel a sense of familiarity?"

"No, I just feel very uncomfortable," Tie Nan and Yantang both shook their heads.

"Let’s calm down first, we can take our time and search, going door to door," Han Fei said, wanting to complete the mission and also to find those mirrors. "There should only be one truly terrifying ghost in this building, so don’t let fear blind you."

Along the corridor, Han Fei noticed that the residents of the old building seemed not to have the habit of locking their doors at night; all the doors were ajar, permitting outsiders to enter at will.

"There are a lot fewer mirrors in the residential part, so this should be relatively normal." Han Fei and Aunt Li entered the first room, with Yantang following, while Tie Nan remained outside, still a bit anxious.

He glanced back at the clinic, crammed with mirrors, where a figure stood with its back to him. Its shoulder seemed to twitch slightly, as if the person in the mirror had turned to give them a glance.

"This place is too creepy."

Tie Nan shivered and hurriedly ran inside the room, longing for Shen Luo now more than ever.

When Brother Luo was around, all the ghosts would go to him first; they were like the song says, loving him deeply and persistently.

The rooms in the old building seemed constantly inhabited, with clothes that hadn’t been taken in hanging on the balcony, homework half-written on the table, slippers carelessly thrown in front of the sofa, and the television’s indicator light still on.

Entering the bedroom, they found the bridal photo over the head of the bed had been slashed, and three words were written in paint across the pristine white gown—Who are you?

"There’s blood," Han Fei noted, scraping a fingernail along the tile grout with traces of blood. "The scab is thick, very unevenly distributed. The victim must have been right beside the bed when his artery was cut. He tried to leave, but the assailant caught up with him, stabbing him from beside the bed all the way to the bedroom door. The blood on the floor has been cleaned, but the cleaning was done unprofessionally."

Reaching the vanity, Han Fei slowly sat down, surprised to find that this mirror did not have the reflections of people with their backs to him.

The mirror only reflected his own image, appearing to be just an ordinary mirror.

Han Fei tried smiling at the mirror and picked up some cosmetics from the vanity.

The lipstick was broken and, underneath those pots and jars, the desktop was full of scratches, as if they were carved out with a knife.

"Brother Youfu! Come and look at this," Yantang called out after noticing the television wasn’t turned off; he found the remote and tried to switch on the TV.

Hearing the shout, Han Fei walked towards the living room. He saw a woman standing in front of the bedroom vanity through the TV.

The woman, in her pajamas, held a knife and looked into the mirror, repeatedly asking, "Who are you?"