My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 546: Anyone Willing to Hang Out with Shen Luo is a Good Brother

Chapter 546: Chapter 546: Anyone Willing to Hang Out with Shen Luo is a Good Brother

Hearing the roaring sound of the electric saw, Han Fei immediately began to struggle. Only after he made sure that the chains wrapped around his arms could be unlocked at the first opportunity did he let out a sigh of relief.

"Team leader, don’t move around, I won’t hurt you," came Li Guo’er’s voice by his ear. Her tone was chilling, as if she held a block of ice in her mouth, "I wish it could go on like this forever."

Han Fei switched on his master-level acting in his brain, his body trembling slightly, like a little boy thrown into a nightmare. Veins popped out on the back of his hands, and his forehead was drenched with cold sweat almost instantly.

The chains tensed, rattling loudly, and the electric saw slowly advanced. Three women picked up various evil weapons and instruments of torture from the ground, placing them around the dinner table with the grace as if selecting cutlery for a banquet.

Watching the three women who seemed to have already gotten into their roles, Wu Shan’s heart also began to race, "Is the scale going to be this big?"

He turned his head slightly, but he was so curious about what would happen next that he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and kept an eye on the dinner table out of the corner of his eye.

Slim arms reached out towards Han Fei, the pale fingers as cold as a surgeon’s blade, touching Han Fei’s shirt. It seemed as if they were measuring his body, getting ready to fairly partition him into ten portions by weight.

The cameraman was in position. No one called for action, yet everything seemed to flow naturally, without a hint of a script.

Han Fei’s struggles grew more violent, the blood-stained chains leaving red marks on his arms, his expression warped by fear, his lips pale, devoid of any color.

Seeing Han Fei fixed to the dinner table, Wu Shan was greatly shocked, "He acts as if it’s all real. Even filming ad*t content in the game he’s so dedicated; indeed, there must be a reason for his success."

The electric saw drew nearer, various cold blades and spikes gently grazing Han Fei’s shirt, as though "caressing" him.

The more Wu Shan watched, the more he felt something was off. A question arose in his mind, "Is there a possibility that they are not acting?"

He cleared his throat, tapping the dinner table lightly a few times, "Uh... you’d better not mess with the knives on the ground, a horrible murder happened here five years ago, those are probably the evil weapons."

"This is just perfect!" The cameraman also came over, excited, "I’ve never had such a smooth shoot. I can’t see any sign of acting in you guys. It’s as if you’re using emotions to lead your bodies, every move filled with that kind of twisted, maniacal love."

"How about we shoot a few more scenes?" Love hadn’t reached Han Fei and the shoot was already over. She frowned for the first time, seemingly not quite satisfied.

"You probably won’t catch that kind of feeling again if you kept shooting." The cameraman was excited as he had Zhao Qian and Li Guo’er inspect, "The spatial layout here is very reasonable. Weren’t you trying to film a scene of a jerk being brutally murdered? I’ve left enough space on either side for you, so other female victims can be added directly. The jerk lying in the center, ten women he hurt, each administering him a different death. This isn’t just a promo, it’s art. Why not give it a name like the Last Supper Pure Love Edition?"

"Not a bad idea." Zhao Qian glanced at the shot, "When you produce the effect picture, can you change our faces?"

"Of course."

"Also, add a line—this is a true story, out of respect for the deceased, all characters appearing in the game are using pseudonyms," Zhao Qian pointed below the footage.

"How come it’s suddenly about the deceased?" Han Fei sat up from the dinner table, "I think maybe the male lead could struggle a bit more."

"We’ll discuss the details back at the company," Zhao Qian waved her hand. She sat beside the dinner table, "This table is just right for ten people, but it’s a bit hard to gather ten female victims."

Her gaze swept over Li Guo’er and Love as if muttering to herself, "Intern, promotional model, supervisor, female client, netizen, the child’s headteacher, as well as the new bride—that’s only seven in total."

Hearing Zhao Qian’s words, Han Fei broke out in cold sweat, "whoosh". His boss, who usually kept a low profile, actually had an in-depth knowledge of the deeds Fu Yi had committed.

She knew everything he did, even the female clients he wasn’t aware of, Zhao Qian also knew.

"Was she longing to kill Fu Yi all along?" After Han Fei changed his clothes, he now carried the title of ’clear-cut in love and hate,’ and those who loathed him would hate him even more. To prevent the hatred from spiraling out of control, he must quickly find a way to lessen everyone’s hatred.

"Hey." Wu Shan approached Han Fei quietly, giving him a look, "Not bad at blending in, eh? Could you maybe share some experience with your little brother later?"

Wu Shan could tell that the relationship between these three women and Han Fei was extraordinary, truly enviable.

"You’ve got the wrong idea," Han Fei shook his head; he couldn’t be bothered to explain, feeling that more words were just more tears.

"Everyone has their own special talents and ways of playing the game; I understand." Wu Shan obviously misunderstood Han Fei’s meaning, "Buddy, how did you get in here?"

"I’m not quite sure about it either; anyway, this place is very strange, seems to be a hidden map, and you can’t just quit the game," Han Fei was rather troubled, "You seem to know quite a lot about this place?"

"This hidden map’s flow of time is different from the outside; it might involve the deepest secrets of Deep Space Technology," Wu Shan whispered, "My teammates and I entered here through a maze in a theme park, and we’ve been here for a while."

"Teammates? Are there others?"

"We have three teams of players, a total of eighteen people, who entered here in two batches. Now I’ve made contact with ten of them," Wu Shan smiled mysteriously, "I’m not sure if you’ve heard of Qiangwei, one of the earliest Black Box Hunters in the country, level nineteen, a top player. He’s the one leading this time."

"Level nineteen is indeed quite impressive," Han Fei, who was also level nineteen, "It’s been so long, and you can’t exit the game; aren’t you afraid?"

"You’ve gotta risk it for the biscuit, as older professional players like me could be let go by our companies at any moment. If I don’t seize this opportunity, I might struggle even to scrape a living together." Wu Shan was about the same age as Han Fei, but for a professional player, being in their later twenties was no longer youthful: "If not to change my situation, who would willingly join the most dangerous exploration group? A moment of inattention, and you could die in the game. ’Perfect Life’ is really quite odd, claiming to be a healing-type game yet it has the harshest death penalties, where everything a player has is erased if they die in-game, it’s just too cruel."

"It truly is cruel." Wu Shan’s words resonated deeply with Han Fei.

"Ah, a big star like you wouldn’t understand, adored by thousands in reality, and embraced by many in the game, enjoying all the pleasures of life. I’m really envious of you."

"Brother, every family has its own problems," Han Fei said with a polite smile: "Leave your contact information, we’re all stuck here, it could be useful to help each other in the future."

"Sure." Wu Shan took out a business card and handed it to Han Fei: "The built-in communication function of the game doesn’t work here, so we have to do it this way. If you encounter other players, you can also let me know, we’ll find a way to take good care of them."

"Other players..." Han Fei immediately thought of someone, Shen Luo was still trapped in the company’s storage room, having the beloved of Deep World with a luck value of zero by his side was indeed a waste of talent, it would be better for Shen Luo to be with other players: "I have a friend who is also trapped here, he’s run into some trouble. If you don’t mind, I’ll have him come and find you guys first."

"Of course, I don’t mind. Actually, I also have friends who didn’t follow the rules here, committing robbery and theft, ending up wanted, it’s quite normal." Wu Shan was very magnanimous, he figured he would understand what an abnormal player looks like once he met Shen Luo.

"Thank you." This group of players had helped solve a big problem for Han Fei.

"We meet every three days at Jinmao Restaurant in the city center to confirm each other’s safety, you can come too. Also, there’s one more important thing." Wu Shan leaned in close to Han Fei, speaking in a particularly low voice: "Once you’re done filming, leave quickly, don’t go out casually after dark."

"Why?" Han Fei looked surprised, not quite understanding.

"You might not believe it if I told you." Wu Shan looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them before continuing: "This hidden map is haunted, it’s a different place during the day than at night; one of my friends was dragged away by a ghost."

"Are you kidding me? How can there be ghosts in a healing-type game?" Han Fei felt like he was hearing a joke.

"It’s true." Wu Shan had a serious expression: "Especially the Paradise and Plastic Surgery Hospital areas, you absolutely must not go near them at night. We currently don’t have a method to deal with ghosts, but we suspect that the clue to leave is hidden with those ghosts. Qiangwei doesn’t want us to spread this information, you can ask Qiangwei directly about it at our meeting tomorrow at noon, he knows many secrets."

"Paradise and the Plastic Surgery Hospital become extremely dangerous at night? Then why are you still here acting as Assistant Police? Was it arranged by Qiangwei?"

"We’re collecting all the kaidans and bizarre murder cases in this city, trying to find a connection between them. However, we’re short of people, and if you’re willing to join us, I’m sure everyone would warmly welcome you." Wu Shan was about to say more to persuade Han Fei to join, but Li Guo’er came over.

"Team leader, there’s nothing more here, shall we go back first?" Li Guo’er had been excitedly exploring the hotel basement while Han Fei and Wu Shan were talking; the place seemed to perfectly match something in her imagination.

"All right." Han Fei was concerned that Shen Luo might have gone a whole day and night without eating, so he decided to go back and check on him, and to pass him on to other players as soon as possible.

After explaining to Zhao Qian, Han Fei led Li Guo’er out of the Starry Sky Art Hotel, his mind replaying the words Wu Shan had said while he glanced towards the Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital across the street.

Despite searching on his smartphone, he couldn’t find any negative information related to the Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital, but even in broad daylight, looking at the hospital still sent chills down his spine.

"Shen Luo ran out from the plastic surgery hospital. Before sending him off, I need to figure out what he’s been through," Han Fei said to Li Guo’er as they took a cab back to the company, and on the way, he stopped to buy some things for Shen Luo.

"Team leader, you’ve worked hard." As soon as Han Fei stepped out of the convenience store, Li Guo’er appeared at the doorway holding two cups of coffee, "This one’s on me, today I tried a new flavor for you."

"Don’t bother next time, drinking coffee all the time isn’t good," Han Fei said earnestly, afraid to casually drink anything Li Guo’er offered, as he carried two bags and entered the company building.

After playing a video game for a while, Han Fei got up and went into the storeroom at the end of the hallway.

Locking the room door behind him, Han Fei coughed softly, "Still here?"

"I thought you’d forgotten about me," a man’s voice came from the pile of junk, Shen Luo emerged from his hiding spot, "How are things outside?"

"The merchants want you to pay for damages and are offering a reward of fifty thousand to find you," Han Fei’s tone shifted, "But there’s some good news, I’ve made contact with other players. When the sun sets, I’ll get them to move you to a safe place."

"I’m grateful beyond words. If you ever need financial advice, you can come to me, I’m a top investment manager in Xinhu," Shen Luo declared with pride, patting his chest.

"Quit talking about unrealistic stuff. I’ve helped you so much, can you just honestly answer a few questions for me?" Han Fei placed two bags of food and water in front of Shen Luo, "Tell me everything you saw at the plastic surgery hospital without leaving anything out."

While nibbling on bread, Shen Luo recalled his grim experience, "That plastic surgery hospital was indeed special. Deep inside lived many VIP patients, their faces forever wrapped in bandages, with nurses closely guarding them wherever they went. Those patients barely talked, like walking corpses. Some of them were in even worse shape, wrapped in bandages all over, losing the ability to move."

"Have you seen what’s under their bandages?"

"I have indeed seen that." Shen Luo was certainly no ordinary man, "Once, when a doctor was transferring me to another ward, he got the room number wrong, and I ended up in the intensive care unit, sharing a room with a severely burned fat man. The doctor was changing his dressings in the dead of night, and I pretended to be deeply asleep, then stole a glance..."

"What did you see?"

"Under the normal bandages of the patient, there were bandages that had grown into the flesh, red in color, with extremely fine blood vessels attached to the surface," Shen Luo gestured with his hands, "I even suspect that it wasn’t a fat uncle, but a child wrapped layer upon layer in bandages."

"A child?" Han Fei couldn’t understand why Fu Sheng would have memories of a plastic surgery hospital from his student days, but now he felt he had taken another step closer to the deep secrets buried in Fu Sheng’s heart.