My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 523: The Return of Blood-colored Night (6000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 523: Chapter 523: The Return of Blood-colored Night (6000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

"Innocence and naivety are the least needed things in the Deep World, so that hatred left you here,"

"The orphanage above ground reeks of foul smells and resentment. All the children harbor malice, nannies are expressionless monsters, the house is piled with trash, and everyone plays murder games daily; but underground, it’s like Heaven, all the normal and beautiful things from memories are hidden here, surrounding you."

"You must be his anchor."

Han Fei looked at the White House in front of him and thought of himself. The blood-red memories were imprisoned deep within his mind’s orphanage, and everything he could recall was quite normal.

"All that is beautiful?" The boy’s voice came from the White House, disagreeing with Han Fei, "If you were the only person left in your world, surrounded by beautiful things, would you really feel happy?"

Han Fei felt that the boy’s words were about him. Putting himself in the boy’s shoes, Han Fei was in a similar situation.

His childhood memories weren’t particularly beautiful nor too awful, but in his search for the truth, he still chose to step towards the darkness.

The false beauty was ultimately nothing but a mirage, just like the paintings on the orphanage walls, which looked beautiful but were merely self-deceptive.

"I think I understand your thoughts now," Han Fei crouched in front of the White House, "You hope someone would find you, and now I have; you wish to see the real world outside, and I can help you with that too. I’m doing this mostly to tell you that we are not enemies. In a way, we should be the best of friends."

The boy in the White House didn’t reply for a long time, seemingly pondering over what Han Fei had said.

"The person who was supposed to have a happy childhood grew twisted and withdrawn under their so-called ’nurturing.’ You ended up like this, staying alone in the White House, because of them." Once Han Fei knew that the boy in white shoes had once been an orphan, his hostility towards the boy lessened. Naturally, the main reason was that he couldn’t defeat the three grudges from the Plastic Surgery Hospital, so he thought of dividing his opponents.

"My tragedy is because of them?"

"Yes, come out. Don’t confine yourself within the canvas anymore. The outside world has real landscapes, and I can take you to see them," Han Fei looked at the White House, unaware of the boy’s expression at the moment. He only knew he wasn’t deceiving the boy in front of him. If the other party was willing to step out of confinement, he would gladly lead the boy towards the true light in the dark night.

The boy didn’t reply. A long time passed until suddenly, cracks appeared on the wall, and the sound of screeching fingertips could be clearly heard inside the house. It was then that the boy made a decision.

"This orphanage is my last refuge. If I leave, all the darkness will pour into my body, leaving no false thoughts to blind my eyes, and I will see the truest and most horrifying side of this world..." the boy’s voice trembled, "to leave from here?"

"Do you prefer to be imprisoned in a man-made paradise, or would you like to break free and come see with me what lies at the end of Hell? I can’t guarantee redemption, but I know that staying here, you will never achieve it," Han Fei continually persuaded, and as he conversed with the boy, the pristine wall paint began to peel off, and the building shook a few times.

The trapped fingers in the painting seemed to start resisting madly again.

"After seeing you, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as though I should become you," the boy’s voice changed slightly, finally making up his mind, "The only way to leave here is to kill everyone except myself; every child, every teacher, every life here is a part of me, my random thoughts. Everyone shares an identifier—024. Only by killing them all can all my consciousness return to my body, giving me a chance to leave this orphanage."

"So you can only leave if you kill everyone?" Han Fei was stunned for a moment.

"I am the only one down here, and the others are just stray thoughts that escaped from me. This is the only way, because I know someone did just that, and he later disappeared into a blood-red night," the boy’s voice was innocent, "Do you think it’s cruel? But some of these stray thoughts have merged with malice and turned into monsters that only know slaughter, and others have been contaminated with hatred and turned into vicious madmen. If we don’t deal with them, they will kill even more people in the future."

"I don’t think it’s cruel, it’s just these things..." Whenever Han Fei tried to think about them, the memories in his mind would gradually turn red.

He seemed to have made such a decision before, the person who disappeared into the blood-colored night, as mentioned by the boy, seemed to be him.

Merely listening to the boy’s words, Han Fei’s heart was already unable to remain calm, and bursts of deranged laughter occasionally emerged in his ears, the blood-red memory fragments gradually prying open the entire ocean of memories.

"Wasn’t it you who told me to choose to leave?" Han Fei fell silent upon hearing the boy’s retort.

He looked at the White House in front of him, at the white walls and the clean and tidy building all around, as if he had returned to a long time ago. It was as if he was standing from a spectator’s perspective, watching his own childhood self.

"What are you going to do?"

"I will have mom kill them. When I was locked underground, only mom stayed by my side the whole time. She is my only family member, always the person who will love me," the boy had just finished speaking when Han Fei heard the disturbing sound of skin being pierced.

He turned his head and saw that the shabby old stuffed toy had ripped open its own belly, concealing a knife and a pure white heart among a bunch of blackened cotton.

It pierced the boy’s chest without any hesitation, and the boy, holding onto the stuffed toy until the end, still had a hint of relief on his face as he died: "Mommy..."

The blood from the boy fell on the White House, the first blood blossom burst forth on the pure white house; simultaneously, a hint of red appeared on the pure white heart inside the body of the stuffed toy.

Han Fei was still standing in the crowded room, while the stuffed toy, wielding the sharp knife, ran out.

The continual screams began to sound in his ears, and more and more blood blossoms appeared on the White House, seemingly as the boy intended to dye the White House red.

All of this was like the scenes Han Fei had seen in his memories. The feeling of memory overlapping with reality made him dazed.

The memories of the Blood-colored Orphanage deep in his mind and the Orphanage No. 024 in front of him blurred together, the deranged laughter increasingly affected Han Fei.

"Is this the Blood-colored Night?"

As he stepped out of the room, Han Fei looked around, the originally pure white corridors were now full of bloodstains, blood flowed over the bright floors, and the beautiful illusion was shattered.

"Don’t follow me! You monster! Don’t come any closer!"

Han Fei followed the puppet forward and saw a child dressed in white clothes fall to the ground; the puppet inched closer with a Dinner Knife in hand.

The child on the ground scrambled and threw everything he could grab at the puppet.

But those objects couldn’t cause any harm to the puppet, which was already covered in scars, and had grown accustomed to all the pain.

"Monster! Get away!"

The boy shouted loudly, with a face full of fear. The cries of "monster" reached Han Fei’s ears and permeated the slowly reddening Orphanage.

"Monster?"

Inside the Blood-colored Orphanage, Han Fei heard what seemed like the funniest joke in the world and laughed as if his mouth might tear.

With his mad laughter, the lockdown of the Memory Locks around the Blood-colored Orphanage tightened again.

The puppet closed in as the cries of "monster" continued, without any hesitation, it stabbed the Dinner Knife into the boy’s body.

The white outer garment was stained red, and the white shoes soaked in blood; a blood blossom bloomed on the White Orphanage, swaying like a Red Spider Lily in the wind.

Moving past the blood stains, the puppet knocked on the door of the playroom, its patience waning, it shattered the glass on the door with the Dinner Knife.

The worn body, harboring a slowly reddening heart, entered the playroom with the knife.

"Don’t hurt these children!"

The Nanny protected two children behind her, gripping a merry-go-round horse tightly as she stared at the puppet.

The children were crying, and the Nanny was incredibly frightened.

"Why are you doing this! We haven’t hurt you! We don’t want to kill you! Many things that happened were accidents, don’t be impulsive, don’t move forward anymore!"

The Nanny’s shrill voice overlapped with a voice in Han Fei’s brain, sharp with a crying tone, mixed with fear.

It was too similar; everything happening now, Han Fei seemed to have experienced before.

The Memory Locks deep in his brain roared, and the Han Fei in the Blood-colored Orphanage progressed forward together with the puppet in the playroom.

There was no sympathy or pity in their eyes; their white hearts in their chests stained slowly red.

"Bang!"

Han Fei in the Blood-colored Orphanage reached out and grabbed the Orphanage’s main door, and the puppet in the playroom raised the Dinner Knife.

"You all run!"

The Nanny urged the orphans to quickly run as she lifted the merry-go-round toy, struggling to swing it at the puppet.

The Dinner Knife continued to hack into the belly of the merry-go-round, and the vicious marks seemed to imprint directly onto Han Fei’s eyes.

He remembered these! In his memory, the merry-go-round in the Orphanage’s playroom had its belly covered with knife marks!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the Nanny could only hold on for a moment before she was killed by the Dinner Knife, her blood flowing onto the merry-go-round, seeping into those scars.

Han Fei’s hand raised uncontrollably, reaching for the merry-go-round toy, unsure if he wanted to stop the puppet from continuing the killing spree, or to grab the merry-go-round almost identical to the one in his memory.

Without exception, every child seen became a corpse; their faces flashed before Han Fei’s eyes, his pupils trembling continuously, and the roaring laughter deep within his brain crashed against his sanity over and over like waves.

The first memories that came to mind only caused Han Fei pain, but now, these scenes awakened the despair deep within his brain.

All the children and teachers in the Orphanage were just residual thoughts of Subject 024; he wanted to leave this place and regain control of his body by killing all these residual thoughts.

"Was I like this originally?"

A person is born with various emotions, but trapped in the Blood-colored Orphanage, his laughter could only laugh; to break out of his cage, did he also kill all his other emotions?

"My personality leans towards the healing-type, after emotions are tormented, they have a chance to gradually recover. Were the original experiments designed to make me kill my emotions over and over?"

"I lost my smile, yet the man in the Blood-colored Orphanage could do nothing but laugh, we...," Han Fei tried to think rationally, but his mind was already occupied by the laughter.

The figure in the Blood-colored Orphanage gripping the door, the scenes seen by Han Fei seemed to deeply stimulate him, he wanted to get out!

Before playing "Perfect Life," Han Fei never imagined encountering such events; as the memories in his mind gradually reddened, his iron-like will began to falter.

Kuangxiao’s laughter rang in Han Fei’s ears, and he even smelled the pungent scent of blood. Every memory in his mind seemed to turn red!

Looking at the bodies on the ground, after each orphan was killed, their faces would blur, and the numbers on their clothes would slowly disappear.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the bodies of those children in Han Fei’s eyes began to look more and more like him, influenced by the blood red memories in his mind. Han Fei even felt that it was not the villager number 024 who was being slaughtered, but endless versions of himself.

"Save us! We don’t want to die! Can you help us?" The last remaining child in the Underground Orphanage ran up to Han Fei, his face full of terror and covered in tears.

Seeing the helpless and desperate expression on the child’s face, Han Fei instinctively reached out his hand, intending to shield the child behind him.

There was no particular reason or rationale, he simply followed his nature to act this way, but his arm only lifted halfway before it could no longer move.

The hysterical laughter filled his ears, carrying with it an unspeakable despair, which also influenced Han Fei’s actions.

Suppressing the laughter, when Han Fei finally grabbed the orphan, the dagger had already penetrated the other’s body.

Blood flowed from the heart, and the child stared straight at Han Fei, his eyes wide with the emotion Han Fei knew too well—despair.

This time, Han Fei saw it all too clearly; the boy’s body temperature slowly dropped, his face becoming more and more like Han Fei’s.

The corpse before him turned into a mirror, reflecting Han Fei’s forgotten past.

He saw his own murdered self in the face of the corpse. Perhaps it was just a fragment of thought, but it truly held its own emotions.

Blood splattered onto Han Fei’s body, warm and viscous. The flowing blood, which exuded the essence of life, always seemed to herald death whenever he saw it.

Han Fei unconsciously embraced the corpse, looking around him.

The laughter in the Blood-colored Orphanage merged with Han Fei’s gaze, and when the White Orphanage was thoroughly stained red, they saw the same scene.

"Bang!"

Trickling blood fell to the ground, blurring the grass drawn below.

As the massacre continued, more and more cracks appeared on the orphanage’s walls. The entity trapped in the painting seized the opportunity, tearing off face after face from itself, stuffing those still pleading cheeks into the Hatred Black Fire.

"When I get out, you all will die!"

The Black Fire burned, distorting the paintings on the front wall, and the figure of the entity gradually became clear as it stepped out of the painting.

Murderous intent and hatred intertwined, the entity cleared its path with Black Fire. The paintings around it had completely changed in shape, each stroke of the oil painting forming a thin Life Rope strangling it, trying to force the entity back into the painting.

"It’s going to take a while to get here from the hospital, right? You’ve already missed your chance."

The entity stretched its arms into the Black Fire, seemingly feeding the fire with its own body.

As the flames fueled by hatred grew fiercer, at the peak of the blaze, the entity let the ball of Black Fire explode!

All in one go, the Black Fire instantly destroyed the fabricated beauty on the walls, and the Underground Orphanage revealed its true form.

Cracks spread across the walls, the white walls stained red, blood everywhere, black fire spreading overhead and foul-smelling blood continually falling, as if black flowers withered in the rain of blood.

"Blood-colored Night!"

Seeing everything before him, countless previously absent memories flitted through Han Fei’s mind—faces of strangers emerging, each dying horrifically on the spot.

Han Fei could barely stand, the last of his sanity recalling one line—only the most desperate can own the Black Box.

His mind was completely engulfed in blood red, and the deeply buried Blood-colored Orphanage slowly surfaced.

Han Fei’s Good Soul, Evil Soul, and childhood memories desperately dragged along three chains, supporting Han Fei’s own personality. Benevolence taught Han Fei about love and tolerance, maliciousness made him decisive and untouchable by others, and the remnants of his childhood memories taught Han Fei to strive for happiness and light.

Previously, these three Residual Souls could suppress the madness deep in his mind, but on this day, when Han Fei was confronted with a scene similar to the Blood-colored Night, his deepest memories were triggered.

The despair he had always avoided by forgetting surged out like a breached flood.

"Han Fei!"

The Spiritual Altar opened, ghostly figures congregated around Han Fei, those cold, terrifying ghosts, yet their gazes filled with concern.

"So you guys are here too." Closing his eyes, the entity seemed to sense his surroundings, confirming there was no other Hatred. Upon reopening his eyes, they were filled with murderous intent.

"I advise you to leave quickly." Li Zai glared coldly at the entity, "You were seriously injured at the Department Store, losing most of your Hatred; after escaping here, the Hatred in your body was absorbed by the Orphanage, and just now, in your attempt to escape the painting, you forcefully used up all the Hatred Black Fire. Without the Hatred Black Fire, you’re no different from a top-tier Resentment."

The condition of Shi Zhi’s fingers was incredibly poor, but hatred was still hatred, and despite Li Zai’s hope for Shi Zhi to recognize the difficulty and retreat, he underestimated the sneakiness and venom of Shi Zhi.

"You’re absolutely right; I really have no significant difference from a more powerful Grudge since I can’t ignite the Hatred Black Fire quickly. But even so, killing a few of you is no problem at all," a glint of greed passed through Shi Zhi’s eyes as he looked towards the nearly completely red-stained paper house deep in the room, "I want to devour all of you."

An ugly, fierce smile appeared on his face, the two human faces on Shi Zhi’s body slowly fractured, and two poorly matching arms grew out of his shoulders.

What was more terrifying came next, all the human face markings remaining on Shi Zhi’s body began to dissolve, and more and more appendages started growing on him.

These limbs almost wrapped him into a meatball, appearing extremely abnormal.

"I will imprint your faces on my chest, condemning you to eternal unrest!"

Shi Zhi’s body swelled; the black fire at his chest had almost extinguished, but the residual strands of hatred could still cause significant damage to the Grudge.

Despite the attacks from the Death Building Owners, it was very difficult to harm Shi Zhi’s vitals, but if touched by Shi Zhi, big pieces of the soul would be torn off.

Worse still was Shi Zhi’s strong recovery ability; he directly put the torn Soul Fragments into his mouth to heal the wounds he suffered.

"Stop him!"

Neighborhood spontaneously shielded Han Fei at the back, Li Zai, and Cry first used their abilities to affect Shi Zhi, but the gulf between Grudge and Hatred proved too broad, and their talents barely affected Shi Zhi.

"Xu Qin, you take Han Fei back first; he’s in a very bad state!"

The neighbors fought fiercely with their bodies to create a path for Han Fei, but Shi Zhi had long recognized that Han Fei was the core; he harbored a special hatred toward Han Fei.

Whether it was in the Shrine World or the Deep World, Han Fei had ruined his plans before, and if only one person could be killed on the spot, Shi Zhi would undoubtedly choose Han Fei.

"Possessing your body, I might still have a chance to seize back the Shrine!" Shi Zhi’s enormous body lunged at Han Fei, concealing his remaining hatred within one of his arms, and with his all-out attack, ordinary Grudges would be scattered dramatically, unable to withstand even one hit.

As Shi Zhi charged forward, Xu Qin pushed Han Fei out of the way, with the deadliest Curse surging upon the Dinner Knife in her hand.

"Move aside!"

The arms on Shi Zhi’s body tangled together and reached for Xu Qin, gripping the Dinner Knife directly with the arm filled with hatred.

The Curse couldn’t immediately harm the Hatred, and Xu Qin was heavily slammed to the ground.

Her lips turned even more vividly red from the blood tainted with the Curse as she stared at Shi Zhi’s body, thrusting the Dinner Knife into it repeatedly.

"I really want to taste the flavor of your hatred."

Like the most eerie pattern, the Curse, along with the flowing blood, surfaced all over Xu Qin’s body.

When the final Dinner Knife was stabbed in, Xu Qin’s sanity was completely consumed by the Curse, entwined with hundreds of different curses on her body; at that moment, even Shi Zhi had to turn back.

"Take Han Fei and go first!"

Xu Qin’s voice rose in the Underground Orphanage, accompanied by the continuous shouts of the neighbors; Han Fei stood amidst a Blood Rain, the orphanage dyed red reminding him incredibly of the Blood-colored Night from his memory, yet it was somewhat different.

On that night of despair, he was alone, hearing only his own voice.

But this night, countless people were waiting for him.

A Kuangxiao laughter echoed in his mind, and Han Fei’s mouth corners slowly curled upwards; he didn’t know why he had committed the slaughter before, but now he was clear about the meaning of his actions.

Blood-colored memories surged like waves, constantly engulfing him; he struggled with all his might, occasionally seeing Xu Qin, impaled by Dinner Knives, the fearless Yinglong charging in front, and Cry who wielded despair as his weapon.

"That blood-colored night will never happen again."

Under the intense onslaught of Blood-colored Memories and despair, Han Fei made a choice.

Evil Soul, desperately clinging to the Memory Chains deep within his mind, understood instinctively; his eyes filled with evil excitement flickered.

"Since we all have similar souls, why should we be restrained?"

Upon Han Fei’s signal, Evil Soul released the tightly held Memory Chains.

Good Soul and childhood memories were instantaneously flung away by the chains; Han Fei’s mind turned into a Blood Sea.

A laughter, mad to the extreme, emanated from Han Fei’s mind, and as that blood-colored figure stood in the orphanage, his face gradually became clear.

At the same time, Han Fei’s mouth showed an exaggerated smile, and when his eyes reopened, there was no kindness or gentleness in his gaze, nor sorrow or despair.