My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 536 Why Do They All Want to Kill Me? (5000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 536: Chapter 536 Why Do They All Want to Kill Me? (5000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

People filled with malice freely bullied the sickly kitten, kicking him, insulting him, and hurling stones and garbage at him.

The kitten struggled to crawl forward, he didn’t call for help, he seemed to know that no one would help him.

Dragging his body, the kitten protected the death photo with his own.

As he buried his head into the muddy ground, the beating and cursing suddenly stopped, and he looked toward the entrance of the alley.

The dim light of the street lamp shone on a man, who appeared to have come in too much of a hurry, as his shirt buttons were not properly fastened.

"Here comes another one who needs sorting out."

"Kick the car? It’s my new car; you dare kick it?"

"Looking for death! Beat him up!"

A group of little thugs, all self-declaring as the boss, rushed toward the entrance of the alley.

"Trash is everywhere, that’s why Black Box must choose both sides."

Completely swallowed by the shadows, Han Fei had never been so angry, the rage surged into his brain instantly after he saw Fu Sheng being bullied like this.

The thug with purple hair was in the lead, his arrogance glaring as if tormenting and beating someone was a joyful act, as though it made him appear very formidable.

Swinging his fist, Purple-haired tried to smash Han Fei’s nose, but his speed was too slow.

Before getting close, Han Fei kicked him in the knee.

Losing his balance, just as Purple-haired was about to fall, his thrown fist was caught by Han Fei.

The fist, scarred from cigarettes and adorned with a ring, could no longer move forward.

Purple-haired looked up and saw an expression of terror that he would never forget in his lifetime.

Coming from beneath the streetlight and into the alley’s shadows, Han Fei looked like a famished lion, the murderous intent in his eyes almost devouring men, yet a smile still lingered on his lips.

Locking Purple-haired’s arm, Han Fei bent backward, and Purple-haired’s scream of agony echoed instantly through the alley.

Purple-haired was in pain, but Han Fei didn’t stop; in front of the other thugs, he slowly broke Purple-haired’s arms and then kicked him onto a pile of garbage.

The whole process took only three seconds, the other thugs saw Purple-haired’s arms twisted like pretzels and were too scared to advance any further.

"So many of you against just me, and none of you dares to come forward?"

Han Fei’s gaze carried an indescribable oppressive force, the first two leading thugs didn’t dare to move, while those standing at the back quietly pulled out a folding knife from their pocket.

As Han Fei walked forward, the three thugs at the back charged at him together.

One by one, they shouted to embolden themselves, the last one hiding his hand in his sleeve, tightly gripping a small knife.

His malicious gaze fixed on Han Fei, but to his surprise, he found that Han Fei was also staring at him, his eyes seemingly able to see through his heart.

Just a few meters from Han Fei, the thug running at the back suddenly accelerated, pulling the folding knife from his sleeve and stabbing at Han Fei.

Grabbing the heavy garbage bin nearby, Han Fei directly smashed it toward the thug.

The garbage obscured his vision, and the thug instinctively tried to block it; he stopped the garbage bin, but after the bin fell, Han Fei’s heavy punch landed squarely on his face.

Dizzy, the thug toppled to the side.

Han Fei casually grabbed the thug, dragging him like dragging a dead dog.

"I, Fu Yi, am a worthless bastard, you better not take me for a good person."

One by one, Han Fei broke the fingers of the thug who held the knife. Listening to his screams, he dragged the man’s body towards the other thugs.

His face wore a smile, yet his tone was chillingly cold.

"None of those who hit him will be allowed to leave."

In the pitch-dark alley, the screams continued incessantly, and Han Fei didn’t even give those thugs a chance to call the police.

When the last thug fell into a pile of garbage, crying and begging for mercy, Han Fei approached Fu Sheng.

Crouched on the ground, Fu Sheng had already stood up, covered in mud and shoe prints, but the photo frame he protected in front of his chest remained completely intact.

Fu Sheng didn’t greet Han Fei; clutching the photo frame, he walked towards the darkness outside, step by step nearing the street lamp by the alley’s mouth.

Arranging the white bouquet on the ground, Fu Sheng placed the girl’s memorial photo properly and began to pick up the scattered goods back into the bag.

Finally, he placed two new bottles of yogurt in front of the memorial photo, stood silently for a moment, and then walked towards home carrying the bag.

The child seemed very lonely, as though he was the most unconventional being in this world.

After walking a few steps, Fu Sheng stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at Han Fei standing in the shadows of the alley.

Opening his mouth, Fu Sheng spoke to Han Fei for the first time, "Behind you stands a faceless woman who wants to kill you."

After saying this, Fu Sheng carried the bag and walked towards home, never looking back.

"It seems Fu Sheng really can see ghosts," Han Fei commented.

Han Fei walked out of the alley. He didn’t immediately follow Fu Sheng home, aware that Fu Sheng still particularly disliked him.

Sitting next to the girl’s memorial photo, Han Fei looked at the intact photo and then turned to the mud-covered Fu Sheng.

"Even after getting beaten up like that, he still chose to protect a ghost he didn’t even know. Why would such a Fu Sheng choose to destroy Deep World?"

People kept bullying Fu Sheng, bringing him pressure and pain, considering him a madman, and injuring him all over, yet in the end, Fu Sheng chose to protect people.

"When he made that decision, he must have been in a lot of pain too," Han Fei reflected.

In Fu Sheng’s Memory World, Han Fei saw him striving hard to protect various ghosts, which was completely different from his previous impression of Fu Sheng.

"No matter what kind of person he is, now I must protect him, he is my child," Han Fei thought as he looked at his own blood-stained hands, "No one carried the burden for him before..."

After Fu Sheng went upstairs, Han Fei shouted into the alley, "If I find any damage to the memorial photo outside, you guys are dead."

After saying this, Han Fei headed towards the residential complex. When he got home, Fu Sheng had already locked himself in his room again.

"The beginning is the hardest; he spoke to me today, which is a groundbreaking progress," Han Fei felt content.

Han Fei felt happy as he was changing his shoes when he noticed that the angle of his wife’s shoes was different than before. "She went out too?"

Pretending to know nothing, Han Fei quietly opened the bedroom door, seeing his wife still lying in bed asleep, and moved even more gently.

Getting under the covers, just as Han Fei was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a system notification.

"Player number 0000, please note! Your wife’s hatred for you has decreased by one."

"Hatred decreased by one?" Han Fei was surprised inside, not knowing which of his actions had affected his wife, or perhaps it was the accumulation of all actions that finally reduced her murderous intent a bit.

"Although it has only decreased a little, this is already a very good start," Han Fei thought as he lay in bed and soon fell asleep.

His tense nerves relaxed, and his tired body slowly recovered, Han Fei slept until morning.

The curtains were pulled back, and sunlight shone on his face. When Han Fei opened his eyes, he saw his wife standing at the door.

"You’re going to be late for work."

"Okay, I’m getting up," Han Fei said as he climbed up from the floor, quickly folded the quilt and mattress, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

By the time he came out, the woman had already served the meal.

"You have an injury on your leg. You should have told me, and I would have done it."

After enjoying a fragrant breakfast, Han Fei glanced at the wall clock and noticed he still had time. "You should rest at home today. I’ll take Fu Tian to kindergarten."

"No need, you hurry off to work." The woman handed Han Fei the neatly arranged briefcase, then saw him out: "Will you come back for dinner tonight?"

"I’ll come back and cook tonight, you just rest well. Don’t move around too much, focus on healing," Han Fei said as he left the room with the briefcase in hand: "I’m off."

"Be careful on the road..."

"Okay."

Han Fei walked in the sunlight, taking the elevator downstairs.

This time he was smarter; he checked for suspicious vehicles around before leaving the neighborhood.

Cautious all the way, he finally arrived at the office before nine o’clock.

"I actually didn’t arrive late today, that’s worth celebrating."

Han Fei arrived at the office where all four subordinates had already started working.

"We leave work at quitting time, but during work hours, we should really work, not slack off." Han Fei returned to his own seat, started his computer, and was just about to play a round of Plants vs. Zombies when Li Guo’er suddenly came over.

"Team leader, this is modified according to your design requirements." Li Guo’er handed Han Fei the printed document, which included patterns and corresponding annotations.

The main storyline of the game was about a scumbag who dated five women at the same time and, upon being exposed, was hunted by the five women and two female ghosts.

There were sweet interactions and warm everyday scenes, some rewarding visuals, but more than anything, it was filled with horror and suspense.

As Han Fei looked over it, cold sweat formed on his forehead. In Li Guo’er’s patterns, the male protagonist died more miserably with each iteration; she truly put her all into creating them.

Standing next to Han Fei, Li Guo’er leaned down and said with implication, "Team leader, I drew seven different endings, giving the scumbag seven different ways to die. But the game can’t have just these endings, yet I can’t figure out how such a scumbag could possibly survive."

"Hiss... I also think he’s destined to die, but after all, we are making a game, so we have to give players a bit of a chance, even just a glimmer of hope, at least let them have something to look forward to." Han Fei put down the document: "Everyone is doing great. Let’s put down our current work and briefly discuss how the scumbag protagonist could survive."

Han Fei mainly wanted to ask Li Guo’er this question. He certainly didn’t want to be suddenly killed while on the job.

Among the death methods Li Guo’er drew, one included pushing the scumbag straight off a building, another was the scumbag being stabbed in the neck with scissors while napping at his desk, and so on.

Han Fei wasn’t that scared at first, but seeing these really panicked him.

"I thought about it all night, and it seems the protagonist has no chance of surviving." Yesterday, the guy watering the fake tree looked at everyone: "Besides, I kind of want the game’s male protagonist to die. I’m still single, and this guy is simultaneously dating five women, even has a wife, damn, such a person must die!"

Han Fei scratched his head: "When you think about this, don’t insert your own feelings. You need to consider from the player’s perspective, understand? Players are playing as that scumbag, now you need to think from the scumbag’s perspective, how he can possibly survive."

"If I were that scumbag..." Brother Jia Shu pondered for a moment: "Rather than living in fear every day, it would be better to end it myself. After all, I’ve enjoyed my life."

"Negative, that’s too negative of a thought."

"I’ve already been with five women, what else is there to care about?"

Nobody in the office spoke up, until finally Li Guo’er voiced her opinion: "I think no matter what the scumbag does, he will die. His best ending would be choosing a less painful way to die and reducing the women’s hatred towards him as much as possible before his death."

"That makes sense, go on." Han Fei prepared to write down Li Guo’er’s words, using her method to minimize her hatred towards him.

"The damage is done, and even if the wound heals, it will leave an ugly scar. There’s no perfect way to fix the past in this world. If I were one of the women he hurt, I really couldn’t forgive him. The most I could do is to make his death less painful when I kill him." Li Guo’er didn’t offer any specific solutions. She gently pushed up her glasses and slowly sat back down.

"Little Guo, you’re too kind," Brother Jia Shu extended a finger and swayed it side to side: "If I were one of the women the scumbag hurt, I would definitely cripple his lower body, that would hurt him more than killing him! Team leader, why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I make sense, men really do understand men better, huh!"

"Indeed, that makes sense. Let’s all get back to work, let’s aim to finish the plan today." Han Fei looked at his computer screen, suddenly feeling even Plants vs. Zombies wasn’t fun anymore. He stealthily glanced at Li Guo’er, who was deeply engrossed in her work, and couldn’t stop the chill from creeping up his back.

The ways Li Guo’er depicted dying were too real, as if she had seriously planned them out.

"My Charm is already negative thirteen, so why do I still encounter such tasks?"

As Han Fei was fretting, someone knocked on the office door.

"Fu Yi? It’s your turn to clean the storage room; it hasn’t been tidied up for months." A middle-aged man with very pale skin appeared at the door, dressed casually and wearing a smug expression.

"Zhang Yu, don’t go too far; it has always been your job to clean the storage room." Brother Jia Shu stood up.

"In the past, we were responsible for these peripheral projects, so we had the time. Now we are working overtime on the development of Eternal Life, how could we have time for these odd jobs?" The pale-skinned middle-aged man waved his hand: "Sister Qian agrees, and if you object, you can talk to her."

Zhang Yu then left, his expression utterly loathsome.

"That damn Zhang Yu is really pushing it!"

"Alright, alright, you four keep working, finalize the plan early. I’ll go check out the storage room." Han Fei got up from his seat; he wasn’t too keen on sitting with Li Guo’er, and this was a good excuse to leave.

Heading down the deep corridor, few people came by the area near the storage room and the archives, which was very quiet.

"My mood value has not decreased; I’m still safe for now." Han Fei pushed open the door of the storage room and saw the cluttered assortment of various items, including boxes of files, finished prop models, and even broken computer monitors: "This is too messy."

Entering, Han Fei had only taken a few steps when he realized something was amiss: "The shelving looks a bit tilted, why are those heavy-looking prop models all placed on top of the shelves?"

Having worked behind the scenes before he took to acting, Han Fei was well aware that such arrangements posed a safety hazard.

"It feels like someone did this on purpose; does that man called Zhang Yu want to harm me?" Han Fei closed the door of the storage room: "No, he mentioned Sister Qian earlier, it’s possible that Zhao Qian hinted at us coming here to clean."

Observing the various items in the storage room, Han Fei moved forward slowly, soon spotting the problem.

Under the large pile of paper scraps on the floor, bunches of streamers were tucked away, the ends hanging precisely on the cabinet. If someone didn’t see them and tripped on the streamers, it could topple the cabinet.

Fetching a broom from behind the door, Han Fei swept aside the clutter of paper to uncover various plastic props that looked like blunt knives lying underneath.

Normally, those props couldn’t harm anyone, but if one were to fall awkwardly, those props could pierce right into the body.

"Who wants to kill me?"

"Li Guo’er and the girl in the dress are hands-on, embracing a mutually assured destruction approach, but this person who wants to kill me is different – she utterly hates me, wants me dead, yet is extremely rational."

In Han Fei’s mind surfaced the image of Zhao Qian, a sophisticated and strong career woman who was still single.

"No way? My phone doesn’t have any inappropriate messages with her; could it be that I erased those messages at her request?" Han Fei looked at his phone, his Adam’s apple bobbing: "Subordinates want to kill me, and leaders too?"

Zhao Qian was a bit older than Fu Yi, shrewd and mature with vast experience. If she wanted to kill Fu Yi too, she definitely wouldn’t show any hint of this on the surface.

"Visible threats are easy to dodge, hidden ones hard to fend off; I really need to be more careful in the future."

Han Fei, holding the broom, forcefully hooked the streamers on the ground, causing the already unstable cabinet on the left to fall towards the center aisle, with everything on top of the shelves crashing down.

"Head, groin, cheeks, the placement of those props was tested multiple times..."

A loud crash ensued, and footsteps outside the room immediately followed, with Han Fei also pretending to fall to the ground.

A few seconds later, the door to the storage room was pushed open, and sure enough, the first to enter was Zhao Qian.

The sexy and mature woman first looked directly at the cabinet, which was empty underneath.

Then she turned to the side and noticed Han Fei, who seemed to be petrified with fear.

She quickly crouched down, looking very concerned at Han Fei: "Are you alright?"

Han Fei’s stiff lips twitched slightly, and he nodded: "Yeah, I’m not dead."