My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 550: The Final Game

Chapter 550: Chapter 550: The Final Game

After a long time, Fu Sheng finally left the seclusion of the small cabin. Perhaps he would still encounter many horrific and disgusting things, but at least he had regained the courage to face them.

Without engaging in more conversation with his family, Fu Sheng walked past Han Fei with his head slightly lowered and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

Not until Fu Sheng had left did Han Fei shift his gaze toward his wife, his eyes brimming with excitement. Everything was going much smoother than he had anticipated.

Seeing how her husband was, the wife smiled tenderly. She truly felt happy for Han Fei.

It seemed that their home was gradually getting back on the right track, and a happy and warm life appeared to be just around the corner.

"Go to work, or you’ll be late," the wife kindly reminded him.

"Buy some extra groceries today; I’ll cook a feast for you tonight," said Han Fei in a very good mood. He carried his briefcase out of the neighborhood and headed for the company.

"The hatred from my wife for me is decreasing, Li Guo’er no longer has the thought of killing me, and Teacher Liu’s attitude toward me is now quite complicated, seemingly without the will to kill anymore." Han Fei felt a sense of achievement; he was like someone about to drown who managed to grasp a strand of reed on the shore, barely catching a glimpse of a chance to survive.

Arriving at the company, Han Fei didn’t go anywhere else but straight to the storeroom, fearing that Shen Luo might desperately escape to his side again.

"No one’s inside. It looks like he and those players really ran into trouble." Han Fei thought back to the information from Big Fish. Before the world transmuted, ordinary people shouldn’t have been a match for the players; they probably encountered ghosts: "Seeing ghosts in broad daylight is quite outrageous. But come to think of it, Shen Luo indeed seems to attract ghosts."

Upon entering his office, Han Fei, unusually, did not slack off but began to investigate various news and Kaidan legends throughout the city.

After completing the first Shrine Random Task, he had earned the title of Righteous Hero, which gave him a large amount of experience reward when acting righteously.

It was much easier to gain experience in Shrine Memory World than in Deep World. With the intention of making the most of his currently stable physical condition, Han Fei wanted to level up as much as possible and simultaneously investigate the city’s secrets.

Starting with unsolved cases from five years ago, Han Fei took out his cellphone to organize the case information, compiling various clues and creating a logical flow chart.

To him, this was almost like an innate ability etched into his bones. He deduced and marked each step with great proficiency, not at all like a game designer.

As his investigation deepened, Han Fei discovered that though the city had an extremely low crime rate, it was far from as safe as it seemed on the surface. Many people went missing every year.

"This is Fu Sheng’s Memory World. The police’s capability depends on Fu Sheng’s impression of them. I can’t rely too much on them."

Han Fei noted down all the locations in the city where murders had occurred, and with his abundant "criminal investigation" experience, he particularly highlighted several of the most mysterious and dangerous areas.

"Compared to Paradise, most murders happen closer to the Plastic Surgery Hospital. If I connect the locations of these incidents, it looks like a blooming flower, with the Plastic Surgery Hospital precisely at the center of the flower."

Finding Wu Shan’s phone number, Han Fei exchanged information with him. Led by Qiangwei, those players also began to explore Kaidan and murder cases; some of them had entered this world even earlier than Han Fei and had already been to many places.

According to the descriptions of these players, many rooms where murders had occurred seemed like entirely different places during the day compared to night. Some players had already gone missing while exploring haunted houses.

"It seems I’d better go during the day," Han Fei contemplated as he sat in his chair. He had met six fierce ghosts by now: the car accident ghost by the roadside, the female student who jumped from the staircase in front of the school building, the old headmaster, and the three hoodlums on the rooftop.

These six ghost and monster entities themselves represented a type of power that could be relied upon, but they certainly wouldn’t listen to Han Fei. To approach them, he would need to rely on Fu Sheng.

"The problem has come full circle, back to where it started. Everything fundamentally depends on Fu Sheng. If I could entirely unravel his psychological knot and understand what exactly happened in the past, that would be great."

Han Fei noted down the fierce ghosts he could leverage when the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Li Guo’er and Brother Jia Shu walked in one after the other.

"That Zhang Yu is beyond tolerable; I really want to give him a good beating." Brother Jia Shu, still furious, immediately approached Han Fei to complain when he saw him: "Team leader, you have to stand up for us."

"What happened?"

"Our game script had been finalized, and the copy and related settings were also completed overtime, but when we went to the art team and the frontend development team, they said that now the company is going all out to develop the Eternal Life game, and Zhang Yu pulled away the resources President Zhao Qian had arranged for us."

Brother Jia Shu was very dissatisfied. Previously, he was a key subordinate under Fu Yi, but later, when Fu Yi was transferred off the Eternal Life game, he also suffered the consequences.

Now that their new game was finally showing promise, they were being obstructed by Zhang Yu again.

"Our horror romance adult restricted side-scrolling game doesn’t require much in terms of resources, and Zhang Yu seems determined to destroy us." The other employees also had complaints; they had all been getting by following Fu Yi, and if the game succeeded, they could earn a considerable bonus.

"I can do the latter stages of art production, modeling, animation, and such," offered Li Guo’er, who had previously been part of the art team but had, for various reasons, transferred under Fu Yi.

"Just the five of us definitely won’t cut it, the development cycle would be too long," Brother Jia Shu said with a worried face. "We hoped to come back fighting, but they don’t give us a chance at all."

If left alone, this game was doomed to fail. At least within Fu Yi’s limited lifetime, he probably wouldn’t see the game released.

As Han Fei was about to offer some words of encouragement, a system prompt suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Player number 0000, please pay attention! You have successfully triggered the Shrine Random Task—The Last Game."

"The Last Game (Shrine Random Task): He hasn’t realized that from that time, ’Eternal Life’ became his obsession, imprinted in his mind, becoming part of his soul."

"Task requirement: Complete the last game you designed before dying."

Hearing the task prompt, Han Fei stopped the words he was about to say, taken aback that Fu Yi’s last unfinished game was also one of Fu Sheng’s obsessions and regrets.

The game Fu Yi ultimately couldn’t oversee was named "Eternal Life," and the company established by brothers Fu Sheng and Fu Tian was called Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. There might also be hidden connections between these elements.

"Perhaps in Fu Sheng’s view, Fu Yi’s complete descent into madness had something to do with that last game." Whether for his family or for himself, Han Fei felt he needed to stabilize his job first.

"Everyone, don’t panic. I’m going to see President Zhao Qian right now, and in addition, you guys secretly contact the operations department and release some promotional clips and game information to gauge the market reaction." Han Fei rose from his seat, never having expected that one day he would find himself creating a dating simulation in the horror version of a healing-type game.

Leaving the office, Han Fei went straight to Zhao Qian.

"President Zhao, it seems our game has run into some trouble."

"Ours?" Zhao Qian hung up the phone, set down a document she was holding, and looked at Han Fei.

"Yes, if the game makes money, we’ll all have an easier time." Han Fei sat down in front of Zhao Qian. "A game like ’Eternal Life’ is a money pit that constantly requires investment. As a game company with ambition, we should indeed focus on such high-quality games. But the problem now is that this once- high-quality game is likely to be affected because a incompetent planner has taken over."

"You still harbor a grudge about being removed from your position? Some things are not for me to decide."

"I know, so I want to prove myself with this small game."

"You’re already excellent, so there’s no need to prove yourself again." Zhao Qian tossed the document on the desk in front of Han Fei: "Do you really think Zhang Yu can persuade so many departments to invest all their resources in ’Eternal Life,’ a game that is extremely difficult to develop?"

"Is there another reason?" Han Fei picked up and browsed the document, not very clear on company management; he could only tell that someone was highly dissatisfied with him: "I don’t think I’ve offended anyone."

Hearing Han Fei’s voice, Zhao Qian rolled her eyes: "Acting so innocent, don’t you know what you’ve done?"

A bitter smile appeared on Han Fei’s face as he shook his head slightly.

"Then I’ll help jog your memory." Zhao Qian lowered her voice: "Lately you seem to have ignored all of Du Shu’s calls, and you haven’t gone out privately with a few managers to accompany clients. Did something upset you?"

Han Fei was smart; as soon as Zhao Qian hinted, he understood: "Is it Du Shu?"

"Given your current behavior, anyone who doesn’t know better might think you’re a good husband devoted to his own wife." Zhao Qian’s tone was slightly mocking: "You know Du Shu very well, so you should understand her temperament."

"I think I have a pretty good idea of what she’s like." As Han Fei looked at the document, many of the terms were foreign to him. He decided that after escaping from Deep World this time, he would start learning about company management.

"Some people spend money on games to find pleasure they can’t experience in real life; but for others, reality is the game that gives them the greatest pleasure. You understand this better than I do, after all, you made what you thought was the right choice against my advice." Zhao Qian was older than Fu Yi and seemed to have foreseen his end.

"I can understand targeting me, but the people under me are innocent."

"Du Shu doesn’t care whether they are innocent or not. If you really want some change, go talk to her yourself." Zhao Qian pointed to the phone on the desk: "She just called me, very concerned about what’s happening in the company."

"I understand." Whether it’s a blessing or a curse, or a curse that can’t be avoided, what’s meant to come will always come. Han Fei rose from his seat: "Can you tell me where she is now?"

"She’s at Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital having a treatment. She seems to be in a good mood today." Zhao Qian showed a hint of deep disappointment after hearing Han Fei’s response.

"I’ll go and see if I can convince her." Han Fei put down the document and turned to leave.

Once Han Fei had left, Zhao Qian looked upset. She wasn’t in the mood to work and turned to look out the window at the company building’s exit.

Han Fei returned to the office and signaled to everyone to put their work aside: "You all come with me for a bit, we’re going to meet a client."

"Meet a client?" Brother Jia Shu didn’t understand, quickly checking his reflection in the mirror with his balding hairstyle: "Should I go as well?"

"Yes, let’s go together." Han Fei, having learned Du Shu was at the plastic surgery hospital, was ready to go see her and take the opportunity to inspect the interior of the hospital.

However, he worried about encountering danger by himself, so he wanted to bring along Li Guo’er. Li Guo’er, who also harbored great hatred toward Fu Yi, would likely not allow others to beat her to killing him.

But, if he only brought along Li Guo’er, Han Fei worried she might have other ideas en route and lock him in the basement directly. So, to be safe, he decided to take everyone along.

"Since our work is already done and other departments aren’t cooperating, we can’t move forward. Just consider it taking a break with me." Han Fei picked up his coat and gestured for everyone to join him.

"Team leader, my look is okay, right?"

"Yeah, it’s youthful. You look energetic, and you’d pass for just over thirty."

"I just celebrated my twenty-eighth birthday a few days ago..."

"Just kidding; how could you take that seriously." Leading the way, Han Fei headed to the most dangerous place today, the plastic surgery hospital.

As Han Fei descended the stairs, Zhao Qian moved to the window, her disappointment growing deeper: "I thought you had changed recently, even naively considering giving you a chance, especially since you have two children."

Her gaze fixed on the building’s entrance, it wasn’t long before Zhao Qian saw the neatly dressed Han Fei leave the company.

"Hopeless, truly hopeless, one can’t sympathize with such a person..." Zhao Qian made up her mind, her disappointment turning back to hatred. But just then, she saw the other employees following behind Han Fei.

Han Fei wasn’t going to see Du Shu alone, it seemed he was avoiding any appearance of wrongdoing by bringing all his subordinates with him.

Zhao Qian’s pretty eyes paused on Brother Jia Shu’s shiny forehead, her hatred turning to confusion, as some of her thoughts were shaken again.

"He didn’t go by himself? Could it be that he really has changed?"