My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 501: Is it really not funny to me? (Seeking monthly pass)

Chapter 501: Chapter 501: Is it really not funny to me? (Seeking monthly pass)

The woman on the television screen had dilated pupils, her arms were covered in knife wounds, and her hair was disheveled as if she were sleepwalking.

What was even more terrifying was that right next to the woman, on the double bed, her husband was still sound asleep, seemingly oblivious to anything unusual.

"Is this a surveillance video? Both the husband and wife are still alive in the video, so it must have been recorded before," Tie Nan said, watching the horrifying scene in the video. The closest person to you, your pillow companion, rising from the bed every midnight, then standing in the room with a knife in hand—just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

"Don’t talk, just keep watching."

The woman repeatedly muttered a phrase, but there was clearly only herself in the mirror. It seemed the only way to harm the person in the mirror was to harm herself first.

The video soon ended, and Yantang opened the cabinet under the television set, rummaging for a cardboard box sealed with tape.

After tearing open the box, in addition to many old videotapes, there was also a worn-out diary.

Opening the crumpled diary, the text on the first page was a bit frightening.

"I feel my wife wants to kill me."

"Every morning when I wake up, I find that the kitchen knives have been moved. It can’t be a thief because only the knives have been touched."

"Ever since my wife had plastic surgery, she has become a bit strange. She became prettier and her personality gentler, but I always feel her gaze upon me is alien and spine-chilling."

"We are the most familiar pillow companions, yet she looks at me as if I am a stranger, I can feel the disgust deep in her eyes, yet we clearly were so happy and loving before."

"I must find out the reason, I have to get my wife back!"

Continuing further, the contents of the man’s diary became increasingly desperate.

"Little brother, you are my only kin left. If you are reading this diary, then I am probably no longer here."

"It seems another person has taken residence in your sister-in-law’s body. I secretly installed surveillance at home and saw her walking around with a knife each night."

"That shouldn’t be sleepwalking, she clearly remembers where the knives are placed. After she gets the knife, she even checks if I am truly asleep, then she goes in front of the mirror."

"I really can’t understand what she is doing. Is she talking to the mirror? Does she want to kill herself in the mirror?"

The content recorded on each page of the diary was different, becoming more and more desperate, and Han Fei read on in one breath to the end.

On the last page of the diary, there were only three words.

"Who are you?"

These three words were distinct from the previous text, not left by the husband, they seemed more like the wife’s.

Gazing at the three words, Han Fei felt as if he were being watched, as if a voice was asking him this question by his ear.

The woman on the television screen had gone mad, swinging the knife in front of her continuously. She swung the knife hysterically at the mirror, then sat quietly and indifferently in front of the dressing table, just like two different people.

"She must have been possessed by a ghost in the mirror; she’s fighting with the ghost for control over her body," Yantang said with experience. "I’ve seen many horror films, and it’s often the case that these types of ghosts are the hardest to deal with. They have no physical form and slowly break down the living on a mental level."

"A mental confrontation?" Han Fei possessed a strong will. He could resist the interference of that voice, but he allowed it to penetrate his mind without any defenses: "I love a mental confrontation."

"Why?" Yantang was somewhat puzzled as he quietly pointed at Aunt Li. "Don’t take this lightly. Look at Aunt Li’s current state; she appears a bit possessed. If we’re not careful, we may end up dragged into the mirror by those ghosts, and by then we wouldn’t even know how we died."

"That makes sense, speak more," Han Fei finally discovered the correct use of Yantang’s talent. He looked forward to Yantang’s delivery, hoping to trick the ghost from the mirror into his own mind through Yantang’s Daydream talent. Back in the Death Building, the lingering consciousness of Butterfly had wanted to take over Han Fei’s mind, but was ultimately crushed by the Han Fei in the Blood-colored Orphanage.

Han Fei could die if his Blood Volume reached zero, which was quite easy, but for someone to take over his body and be reborn within it was a rather difficult thing to do.

He wasn’t afraid of underhanded tactics or having his memories probed by others. In fact, he hadn’t figured out all his past memories in his mind, which were real and which were false.

A person who deceives even themselves when they get ruthless—that’s probably what they mean by his situation.

"If you can speak, then speak more, Yantang. Now is your time to shine."

Without further explanation, Han Fei, feeling unsatisfied with just watching the video, used the Rebirth Saber to remove the bedroom door and then sat down at the dressing table himself.

He sat facing the mirror, just like the woman in the video.

Since he had removed the door, the video playing on the living room television could also be seen in the mirror.

This hardcore immersive ghostly experience scared all three players.

"Brother, are you sure? I mean, I really think that ghost might enter your brain and vie for control over your body. Judging by the situation, there’s an 80 percent chance she’ll attack you," said Yantang with a bitter smile. As a player with an initial Brain Power of nine, he was somewhat baffled by Han Fei’s actions.

"Isn’t this a bad idea?" Tie Nan spoke up as well. Even a fool knew that in horror films, the most skeptical person usually dies first.

While the two players were persuading, Han Fei looked at himself in the mirror with a smile.

"Who are you?"

The woman’s voice in the video came over and over again, and although the television was in the living room, those few words seemed to echo in Han Fei’s ears.

With no resistance, Han Fei emptied his body and mind as if he were sitting in a massage chair, enjoying a full-on atmospheric SPA.

Gradually, and perhaps due to Yantang talking so much, Han Fei began to see himself in the mirror smiling.

As an actor with master-level acting, he knew the meaning of every micro-expression in humans, and the self in the mirror was truly smiling, a sense of pride too dangerous to reveal easily, unlike a performed smile.

"Smile, smile even happier," he muttered.

The mission required Han Fei to find his smiling self in the mirror. He didn’t know how to find that ghost, so he wanted to try and "tickling" the ghost in the mirror into laughter.

Comedy was Han Fei’s forte; he loved seeing everyone’s smiles the most.

Killing or not didn’t matter at the moment, completing the mission was the priority. Once the rewards were in hand, then he could consider which neighbor to feed.

"Why is Brother Youfu smiling?"

"Has the ghost possessed him?" Tie Nan took out his boxing gloves. He had once been keen to learn from Han Fei’s gaming strategies, but now he felt he might really not be cut out to be a professional player.

Yantang and Tie Nan were both watching Han Fei, and Aunt Li was initially focused on him too, but her head began to shake slightly and her left pupil trembled incessantly. Then, slowly, she turned towards the opened living room door, as if an unseen force was urging her to leave.

Aunt Li turned around slowly, standing at the center of the living room.

Under Yantang’s continuous persuasion and "curse," something extremely awful indeed took place.

The woman’s voice burrowed into Han Fei’s ears and merged with his memory, where unfamiliar scenes began to emerge.

Han Fei saw a woman sitting in front of a mirror constantly tearing at her own face. She was crying on one half of her face and smiling on the other.

No one knew what she had endured, only that she was in immense pain at that moment.

Her nails clawed her face into a mess, and her well-maintained skin began to bleed in many places, but it appeared that the mental anguish was far more unbearable than the physical pain.

After her nails broke off, the now deranged woman took a sharp knife from the table and stabbed it directly into one side of her face.

An intense pain shot through Han Fei’s mind, but he only bit down lightly on his teeth.

The woman in the memory began destroying her own cheek, and the Han Fei in the mirror also started to show changes.

His face seemed cracked as numerous fissures and wounds spread across his left cheek. The him in the mirror began to lean forward.

As the shadow in the mirror drew closer to Han Fei, more memories of the woman’s suffering surfaced in his mind.

The shadow in the mirror finally pressed against the glass, revealing not Han Fei’s face but a disfigured woman’s face.

Half covered in scars, half grotesquely twisted, the smile had vanished from her face, leaving only pure insanity and a hatred for revenge.

All the memories began to cry, and as the pain swept over Han Fei’s body, the woman’s face emerged from the mirror!

Her face drew nearer to Han Fei’s, and just as she was about to enter his face, the ever-detached Han Fei’s eyes focused.

He stared at the unbearably twisted and terrifying face in front of him, a hint of dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes.

"Why aren’t you smiling anymore? Am I really not funny?"

The disfigured face halted in front of Han Fei, her blood-red eyeballs blinked twice.

"Touch the deepest secrets of the soul."

Raising both hands, he embraced the woman’s head and, using himself as a fulcrum, executed a backward body slam!

"Bang!"

The woman tumbled along with the dressing table, and the various cosmetics shattered on the floor, leaving the three players in the living room utterly dumbfounded.

This scene would probably be etched in their memories forever.

The saber flashed, and after the disfigured woman fell, she never rose again, but a faint glow added itself to the Rebirth Saber.

"You are not the ghost I am looking for," Han Fei thought, as the memories about the woman scattered like smoke in his mind. The woman’s memory fragments couldn’t even fill his mind, let alone penetrate to its depths.

Raising the dressing table from the ground, the mirror was covered in cracks and, apart from the cracks, three blood-red characters — Who are you?

The voice by his ear did not fade, the real ghost in the mirror hadn’t been killed yet.

"It seems that the most terrifying ghost isn’t in this room," deduced Han Fei, walking toward the living room and patting the stunned Yantang, "Don’t stop, continue your analysis!"