My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 505: Smile and Kuangxiao (4000 Requests for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 505: Chapter 505: Smile and Kuangxiao (4000 Requests for Monthly Tickets)

Behind the mirror, there was a hidden door, and the room behind it was devoid of any light, like a heart about to stop beating.

The doctor stood at the doorway, his back covered with eerie smiling faces; it seemed as if all the lost faces of the clinic were stored in that room.

"This door only opens three times each night, and the face I created is hidden within the mirror. Destroy it, and the connection between it and everyone will be severed, releasing the innocents."

Blood-red text appeared on the mirror’s surface. The doctor pointed at himself first, and he was the first to enter the room behind the mirror.

The door, painted with faces, closed automatically after the doctor entered, while Han Fei and the neighbors all stared at the door.

"Brother Youfu, do you think this doctor can be trusted? Although he is Aunt Li’s husband, he has turned into a ghostly figure. Does he still remember his past life?" Tie Nan was worried: "Could he be planning to ambush us? What if he set traps beforehand and intends to kill us when we enter?"

"No, he won’t," Aunt Li reacted to Tie Nan’s words and shook her head: "He’s not a bad person."

If Aunt Li hadn’t believed in the doctor, she wouldn’t have spent twenty years searching for him.

"The doctor hesitated at first because he knew his patients would be tormented by the faceless woman after he left. From this, it seems he really isn’t the purely evil type."

Han Fei was accurate in judging people; having encountered many ghosts and spirits in the Deep World, he knew that under the torment of resentment and obsession, spirits reveal their malevolence more straightforwardly.

They waited in silence, and about a minute later, the door full of faces slowly opened.

The doctor, who originally was of a large build, walked out covered in blood. All the wounds on his face had cracked open, and his body had become ghostly. Most crucially, a black Life Rope was protruding from the back of his heart, resembling a poisonous snake clenching onto his heart, preventing him from having complete control over himself.

Doctor Yan walked out quietly; the Grudge Energy enveloping the entire building seemed to have dissipated a bit, indicating he must have paid a great price to try to escape, but sadly, he still failed.

"I can’t break free from the bonds; this is my punishment."

Blood appeared on the fragments of the mirror, and then the doctor wiped it off with his hand.

Seeing that he couldn’t destroy the mirror, all the faceless creatures in the corridor became listless, and their sewn expressions squeezed together.

Hope flared up, then shattered; nothing was more painful than this.

"Let me give it a try," Han Fei was about to step forward when an arm stopped him.

"I’ll check out what’s inside first," Xu Qin didn’t wait for Han Fei’s response and directly entered the room.

This neighborly older sister seemed worried the doctor might pull some tricks; she decided to go in herself first to check it out, explore the path, and then inform Han Fei of all the precautions.

Among all the neighbors in the Happiness Residential Community, Xu Qin was the most special.

She wasn’t a Grudge, but entirely composed of a Curse. Many techniques that could scatter a spirit’s soul had little effect on her.

The door closed, and her blood-red silhouette disappeared into the room.

Xu Qin had left decisively, without a hint of hesitation. By the time everyone reacted, the door had already closed.

Aunt Li looked at Han Fei and then at the door, gently grasping Han Fei’s arm: "Meeting her is your luck; don’t let luck slip away. Keep luck by your side, treat her well, and luck will turn into happiness."

After she spoke, Aunt Li’s gaze returned to the doctor: "I’m starting to blur the lines between the game and reality, but I think you should still treat her well. Separation is the most painful thing in the world."

The three players still thought they were on a hidden map; they didn’t know that Han Fei had long stopped treating the people in this world as NPCs.

"I understand."

Xu Qin stayed inside for quite a while, and ten minutes later, a sharp crack echoed from the room. Then, the door opened, and Xu Qin, with her head hung low, walked out from the room.

Blood dripped from her chin as Han Fei rushed over and noticed a fresh wound on Xu Qin’s perfect face.

The wound nearly reached her eye, but after leaving the room, it began to slowly heal.

Seeing Han Fei charge toward her, Xu Qin lifted her head, her blood making her appear even more stunning and dangerous.

"That mirror holds a face of absolute beauty, be careful she doesn’t steal your soul," Xu Qin lightly smeared a trace of blood from the corner of her eye onto the back of Han Fei’s hand.

"That won’t happen," Han Fei looked at the Blood Pearl on his hand, "I’ve already seen the most beautiful face in the world."

A black python slithered out from under Xu Qin’s feet and moved toward Han Fei, swaying back and forth as if trying to entertain them by twisting itself apart.

Tie Nan and Yantang watched Han Fei and Xu Qin, feeling unrest inside, "Can games really be played like this? I’ve learned something new."

Compared to Yantang’s thoughtful approach, Tie Nan was more daring to try; he glanced at the faceless bride next to him in wedding attire only to be sent flying far away by the faceless groom.

"I haven’t even spoken a word yet!"

Han Fei ignored the events happening behind him as there was only one last chance to enter the room.

Pushing open the door covered in faces, Han Fei walked into the house.

In the pitch-black room, he could see nothing, stepping forward, he realized the space inside was much larger than expected.

Having walked quite a distance, Han Fei suddenly tripped over something.

He fell to the ground and looked forward, there was a mirror embedded in the floor.

The mirror surface was like a lake, rippling when touched by hand.

"Is this that mirror?"

Looking into the mirror, there was no absolute beauty, only Han Fei himself.

"Could it be that everyone sees something different?"

Han Fei had never shown a real smile, and sometimes he wanted to know what a genuine smile really looked like.

Approaching the mirror, Han Fei remembered the Doctor saying that there was a smiling face he had created inside the mirror.

"Perhaps through this mirror, I can see what I look like when I smile."

Han Fei did not control his facial muscles; he tried to recall happy moments, attempting to smile.

As he recalled his past, the scenes from his memories began to materialize in the mirror beside his own reflection.

In the dim Haunted House, seven pale figures sat with Han Fei on a sofa watching a TV filled with static, as if waiting for the New Year to arrive.

A cozy lamp turned on, the wooden dining table was laden with various dishes, Xu Qin gently licked the blood off her lips as she slowly approached.

In a crazy, rented room scattered with Talisman Paper, a boy cried on the Spiritual Altar, no one wanted to be his friend until Han Fei squatted beside him, wanting to play Hide-and-Seek with him.

Every memory reflected in the mirror was incredibly frightening, yet these were the warmest scenes in Han Fei’s mind.

Sometimes he himself didn’t know whether he was insane, or if there was something wrong with the world he lived in.

Wanting to smile, wanting to feel happiness, all joyful memories stirred, yet he just couldn’t genuinely laugh happily.

The joyful memories reflected in the mirror, and unlike Han Fei, the reflection in the mirror felt the warmth of those memories, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.

When he smiled, the world shrouded in darkness seemed not so despairing anymore.

Smiling faces appeared in all directions, men and women, old and young alike, each smile capturing their happiest moments.

Perhaps they weren’t at their most beautiful then, but those feelings brought them continuous strength to move forward.

Memory images merged into the mirror’s body, and Han Fei felt as if someone had pushed him.

He leaned toward the mirror, his body falling into it, as if plunging into a deep blue sea.

Countless memories surfaced around him, drilling into his brain sea, those smiling faces gradually causing him to lose his way.

No one would reject joy and happiness. Han Fei had always walked in the deepest despair, but at this moment, he felt the happiness of everyone.

It was the emotion he lacked, an experience he had never had before.

The happiness of everyone in this world is a bit different, each face in the building representing a different kind of joy.

Under their invasion, painful memories licked their wounds in the corners of the brain sea, despairing memories slowly sank, and all the anguish and sadness vanished like smoke in thin air.

Han Fei’s brain sea was slowly occupied by these external memories. Those smiling faces reassembled in his mind, eventually forming a woman’s face.

Her visage couldn’t be summed up simply as beautiful; if one must find a most fitting description, it would be perfect.

That smiling face sank deep into Han Fei’s brain sea, her smile feeling incredibly comforting, as though seeing her smile was the happiest thing in the world.

The warm and happy memories in Han Fei’s mind were stirred, merging into that face, as if she inherently belonged to Han Fei, with nothing able to stop her.

The sea of memories turned golden, the bright light made one unwilling to resist, and she slowly occupied all places in Han Fei’s brain sea until she saw what was hidden beneath the surface of the sea.

At the very bottom of countless despairs and pains, there was a blood-red orphanage, which seemed out of place with Han Fei’s memories.

Or, to put it more appropriately, all the memories in Han Fei’s brain sea were like bubbles under the sun, only the orphanage was real.

The woman’s smiling face was completely unguarded, she approached the building with a warm smile, just as she had done before.

Laughter rang out outside the orphanage walls, and the woman materialized her body with a smile.

She gently pushed open the unlocked door of the orphanage; the thick red on the ground made each step very difficult.

Moving slowly forward, she tried to bring laughter into the orphanage, but no matter how many smiling faces appeared, they instantly melted inside the orphanage.

The woman exhausted all her strength just to reach the center of the courtyard; she looked at the toys prepared for the children and slowly crouched down to touch the toys.

She probably wanted to find the happiness left by the children in the toys. As long as there had once been smiles in the world, she could use that smile. Her talent was to manipulate everyone’s emotions.

Her fingertips touched a broken wooden horse; she saw the startling knife marks on the belly of the wooden horse.

There was no happiness in the children’s toys, instead, something pricked her hand.

Moving forward, with the gentlest and most harmless smile, she walked past the courtyard and arrived at the door of the orphanage’s first building.

Her palm fell on the black door, and it took all her strength to push it open.

It was a small classroom. On the desks were thirty-two backpacks, each one sprouting bright red spider lilies.

The children’s laughter echoed in the classroom, and the woman smiled too, her body slowly backing away. However, the door that had originally been open behind her was now closed.

The laughter of the children in the classroom gradually began to spiral out of control, morphing from cheerful delight into sheer madness.

Hysterical bursts of laughter fused together when the woman realized, her smiling face had already been grasped by a hand.

Five blood-stained fingers clamped down on the world’s most perfect smiling face.

With no sympathy or pity, that hand treated the perfect smiling face as if it was a piece of common scrap paper, tearing it apart effortlessly.

The warm laughter scattered in all directions, and smiling faces like frightened birds desperately crashed against the walls of the orphanage, but no one could escape.

Among those smiling faces, one belonged to a woman who opened her eyes, her gaze was distinctly different from the others—cold, dreadful, filled with endless hatred.

With a smile still on her lips, she dashed towards the classroom window the moment she opened her eyes.

The scenery outside the window drew closer and closer, the hatred in her eyes igniting.

Hope lay just before her, but a Red Spider Lily pierced through her cheek at that moment, leaving the classroom in her stead.

The slender petals slowly drifted down as droplets of blood seeped into the red soil.

The woman’s perfect face now marred by a hideous wound, its cracks spreading outward.

A scream full of hatred resonated in the classroom, only to be grasped in hand and torn apart bit by bit.

Hysterical laughter echoed through the orphanage, those happy memories carelessly thrown onto a backpack by the owner of the laughter.

The very Red Spider Lilies plucked just now had come from this backpack, which bore no text except for a code—031.

The woman’s face was completely absorbed by the flowers on the backpack, her remaining memories turning into a breeze that blew out of the window.

It caressed the blood-red buildings, stirring the petals on the ground.

Before the breeze of memories faded, a blood-stained petal was blown over the high walls of the orphanage.

The moment the petal left the orphanage, Han Fei’s mind was flooded with a scene of memory he had never had before.

It was a memory completely covered in blood, devoid of specific visuals, only featuring a voice etched into the soul.

"This is the most severe disaster-level misjudgment, all matters related to the Blood-colored Night are to be sealed!"

"Should we tell Fu Sheng about this?"

"My brother, if he knew about this, he would definitely stop us."

"What about this only surviving child?"

"Take him back and deal with him as quickly as possible."

That voice concluded there, and Han Fei also opened his eyes, finding himself lying on the floor of a room, surrounded by fragments of mirrors.

"Player number 0000, please note! You have completed the F-rank hidden mission, Mirror Clinic, successfully finding yourself laughing in the mirrors, add three skill points."

"Furthermore, for not only finding the mission target but also successfully eliminating it, you have earned an additional double experience reward, receiving the highest-level hidden mission reward—Smiling Mask."

"Smiling Mask (F-rank unique item): Charm decreased by three, Luck Attribute increased by one, those who love to laugh are never too unlucky."

"Attention! This mask harbors a resentful cheek, and upon collecting five masks, you will obtain an E-rank special item."