My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 557 I Have Special Upgrade Skills

Chapter 557: Chapter 557 I Have Special Upgrade Skills

"Are you done talking already?" Wu Shan and the other players ran into the private room after Han Fei left.

At that moment, Qiangwei was the only one sitting at the table in the private room; he looked pale.

"Han Fei doesn’t want to join us?" Wu Shan was not a fool; seeing Qiangwei’s ashen face, he knew the negotiations must have failed.

"The problem right now isn’t whether he wants to join us or not," Qiangwei glanced at the chopsticks that had pierced the door: "Just be careful when you’re in contact with him in the future."

"Is that person dangerous? Isn’t he just a third-rate star?" The female assistant didn’t like flirts: "If it weren’t for his seven wives, he probably wouldn’t have survived the first night."

Shaking his head slightly, Qiangwei didn’t reveal Han Fei’s details to the others. Some things couldn’t be told to outsiders, such as the code numbers of every orphan in the orphanage and the connection between Eternal Life Pharmaceutical and the Plastic Surgery Hospital.

This information was all confidential; once leaked, it would be easy to be targeted by Eternal Life Pharmaceutical.

Before getting hold of the most crucial evidence, no one dared to provoke such a massive entity.

"Anyway, just keep away from him," Qiangwei started to browse through the menu: "How’s the investigation on the ghost going?"

"There’s definitely a Murder Ghost hiding in the Starry Sky Art Hotel; every night, even from a distance, I can see ghostly figures in the hotel, replaying the night of the massacre," Wu Shan said as he too sat down at the dining table, pausing to think before he continued, "After Big Fish, Boss, and Shen Luo vanished, the veterinarian also lost contact with me."

"Which area was he responsible for?"

"The Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital. He used to chat with me every night, but as of the night before last, I can’t get through to his phone. The cops and I made an excuse to get into the hospital but found no clues." Wu Shan’s face filled with worry: "If it goes on like this, I doubt we’ll be able to last for much more than a few nights."

"Facing humans by day and increasingly active ghosts by night..." Qiangwei closed his eyes and after a moment, spoke slowly, "The murders that occurred in the city all revolve around the Plastic Surgery Hospital, and a large number of those who went missing were last seen around it, so it seems everything is related to that hospital. Delay could lead to disaster; let the others know, divert half of our manpower to keep a close watch on the Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital."

"We’re giving up on Paradise? Weren’t we also trying to find our way back?" The bald man sitting next to Wu Shan spoke up, clad in simple clothes with calloused hands, his gaze harsh and venomous: "We’ve wasted too much time in this damn place. I am still Level 18. If we don’t leave soon, we risk falling behind the other top players."

"Prisoner, I’m going to say this straight just once," Qiangwei put down the menu, propped his chin with his hands, and looked at the bald man, "Since you took the Boss’s money, you have to follow orders. This game is welcoming, but it’s also cruel. Once you’re dead, it’s all over."

The Prisoner was the highest-level player after Qiangwei, and he seemed to have some disrespect towards Qiangwei.

"Do you have anything else to report?" Qiangwei looked to the female assistant and the last male player.

"I’ve discovered some very strange things lately," the pale-skinned, frail-looking male player spoke up.

"What things?"

"Look at my arm." The frail male player rolled up his sleeve, revealing a dense array of scars: "You know I have a tendency for self-harm, sometimes I just can’t control it. In the ’Perfect Life’ game, no matter how ugly the wound, as long as the Blood Volume is within the safe range, it will heal over time and leave no scars. But the rules of the Hidden Map seem to be different from ’Perfect Life’. This place is like another reality, a reality filled with ghosts and monsters, where everyone is a madman."

Gasping for breath as he spoke, the frail male player touched the scabs forming over his wounds, blood oozing out as a happy smile appeared on his lips: "It’s great, here no one is going to stop me."

This male player and the bald prisoner are at two extremes, one wanting to stay, one desperately wanting to leave.

"You sick freak, get the hell away from me," the bald prisoner kicked the frail man to the ground. "Who knows where the boss found you lunatics from."

"Even if Achong is a freak, his talent is the best among us. Without him, you probably wouldn’t even survive the first night," Qiangwei’s female assistant helped the frail man up, as she disliked those who contradicted Qiangwei.

"No infighting," Qiangwei didn’t even turn back to look at the other players. "Achong, sit down and talk."

"Okay, okay," the man known as Achong didn’t get angry. He had a perverse craving for pain, whether he was mentally ill or had experienced some special trauma. "After searching these past few days, besides the ordinary ghosts, Murder Ghosts, and Big Ghosts, I’ve discovered a new kind of ghost."

Achong excitedly said, "When that ghost appears, it will shroud an area. It emanates sharp hatred, like knives. It seems to be searching for someone, roaming the streets at night, searching building after building."

"Where did you encounter it?"

"It seems to be moving towards the city center. I estimate it will be here in a few days. I’ve recorded its movement pattern. If we encounter this special ghost, no one will have the chance to run away," Achong asked a server for paper and pen, drew a winding line on it: "It passed through the private high school near Dushan, moving along the route of bus line 24, stopping at every crossroad it passed."

"How are you so sure it’s looking for someone?" Wu Shan was puzzled.

"Because it keeps chanting a name. I was too far to hear clearly," Achong placed the map in front of Qiangwei. "Assuming it stops at each crossroad for a night, it will appear at Han Fei’s company in three days, and in five days, it will enter the upscale residential area in the city center. Coincidentally, Han Fei is currently living there with one of his wives."

"It’s probably not a coincidence," Qiangwei thought about what Han Fei had just said. "Halt activities in other areas for now, focus on the Plastic Surgery Hospital. Like before, if we meet an ordinary ghost, we’ll try to make contact. If we encounter a Murder Ghost or a Big Ghost, we disperse and run immediately, every man for himself."

"Don’t we need to deal with this new ghost?" Wu Shan’s words carried a hint of worry, as the fierce ghost Achong discovered was moving towards the area where Han Fei lived, which could very well enter Han Fei’s room at midnight.

"We currently lack the ability to deal with ghosts, apart from Achong, encountering this thing means certain death for anyone else. Even if you wanted to deal with it, with what means?" Qiangwei closed her eyes, her mind occupied with other matters.

Han Fei wanted to test Qiangwei’s abilities, and Qiangwei also wanted to gauge Han Fei’s strengths.

"If he’s as powerful as he claims, he shouldn’t be killed by a fierce ghost. I’ll be convinced of his abilities and consider joining him. If he does get killed by a fierce ghost, that would prove he was lying, and naturally, I wouldn’t need to cooperate with him anymore."

The players resumed discussing various matters inside the room, unaware that Han Fei, after going downstairs, had come back. Leveraging his senses, far superior to ordinary people, he roughly overheard the players’ discussion outside the door.

"That Achong has some unique talent, I need to pay special attention to him. From his description, it seems like some hatred is heading towards my house."

Han Fei felt uneasy. When he created the game, he added two female ghosts without thinking much of it.

"It appears that many things are predestined."

After the players wrapped up their meeting, Han Fei also left, planning to use this time to find ways to level up.

Being a Righteous Hero is not always an easy task. It’s rare enough for ordinary people to come across a single opportunity.

"If only Shen Luo were here, just placing him where there’s a crowd would surely cause some mishap. But that’s like playing with fire, carelessness could get oneself burned."

Han Fei followed the information he had gathered a few days ago and arrived at the city’s most chaotic district.

Dressed in a suit and shiny leather shoes, he seemed out of place in this dirty and disordered neighborhood.

"What a treasure trove this is."

Not long after starting his walk, Han Fei saw a boy in a private high school uniform being cornered by a group of thugs under a bridge.

The boy had yellow hair and a bandage on his arm, his face streaked with tears.

"Kinda familiar, isn’t this the brat who bullied Fu Sheng the other night? I was the one who broke his arm," Han Fei flexed his arm as he slowly approached.

The thugs pushed the yellow-haired boy to the ground, and the leader even laughed while asking if he wanted his motorcycle back.

The yellow-haired boy nodded repeatedly, only to be met with a beating.

As the thugs were finishing up and getting ready to leave, Han Fei finally approached.

He looked down at the boy sprawled on the ground, a smirk on his face, and asked softly, "Need some help?"

Hearing Han Fei’s voice, the boy trembled. He had no clue what Han Fei was going to do, and besides, the beating was over, and they were about to leave—what was the point of showing up now?

"Mind your own business. We’re just borrowing his motorcycle for a few days, that’s all."

"You’re not borrowing, you’re stealing! Give him back his motorcycle," Han Fei spoke righteously, causing both the thugs and the yellow-haired boy to frown in perplexity.

"Are you insane?" one of the thugs charged at Han Fei, but his movements were painfully slow in Han Fei’s eyes.

Han Fei struck the thug in the belly and took off his suit jacket, folding it neatly to the side as the thug fell.

"Come at me together, I’m short on time."

Trying not to injure the thugs so severely they couldn’t leave their beds, Han Fei was actually holding back.

He was in need of sustainable development. He planned on beating these thugs today, let them rest overnight, and when they came out to commit crimes the next day, he’d continue playing the righteous hero.

Getting two, even three experience rewards from the same thug—that’s what you call recycling.

These days, as Han Fei was cautious around seven women, he vented all his hatred for Fu Yi.

Ten minutes later, Han Fei was the only person standing near the bridge.

"Attention, Player 0000! You successfully played the righteous hero and rescued the high school dropout being beaten up, earning a substantial experience reward."

After hearing the system prompt, Han Fei walked over to the yellow-haired boy: "Stop playing dead, get up."

The boy on the ground, seeing Han Fei approaching, shuddered with fear.

The thugs only caused superficial injuries, but this man had actually broken his arm, making it impossible for him to drive.

It was because he couldn’t get over it in his heart that he had wanted to come here to teach Fu Sheng and Han Fei a lesson.

"I’m sorry, I was wrong." The yellow-haired boy’s voice carried a whining tone as he had a bad feeling upon seeing Han Fei.

"What are you afraid of? I just saved you, you should be saying thank you," Han Fei said, then took off the valuable watch from his wrist and put it on the yellow-haired boy himself.

"What’s this for?" The boy looked at the conspicuous watch on his wrist, his mind filled with confusion.

"First, stand up." Han Fei helped the boy to his feet and handed him his briefcase. He purposely took out five thousand yuan and stuffed it into the boy’s school uniform pocket: "Don’t zip it up. Leave a third of the money sticking out. Yes, just like that."

Han Fei was happy with the boy’s appearance: "Now you can go strut around the most dangerous and chaotic places in this neighborhood."

"Now?" The sight of himself was alarming: one arm injured, sleeves rolled up, a flashy watch on display, and money nearly spilling out of his school uniform pocket.

He looked like easy prey. Not just to professional thieves and robbers, but even to any passerby with a crooked thought.

"That doesn’t seem like a good idea." The yellow-haired boy was afraid to move.

"I injured your arm, so this money’s to compensate you. Now go on, do as I told you," Han Fei watched from a distance, followed as the boy entered one dark and quiet alley after another. If anyone dared to make a move on him, he would immediately come out and play the righteous hero.

After experiencing four waves of robbery, theft, and threats, the boy was nearly falling apart mentally, but he didn’t dare to stop because Han Fei behind him watched like a hunting lion.

During the fifth mugging, the boy started to make suggestive eyebrows and mouthed words to the attackers, hoping they would save him.

But the attackers didn’t care about his feelings. They pushed the injured boy aside, took what they could, and prepared to leave—only for Han Fei to appear just in time again.

After beating up the robbers and recovering the stolen items, Han Fei carefully placed them back on the boy.

"After saving you so many times, you actually think of defecting? Isn’t that a bit disrespectful of me?"

Hearing Han Fei’s voice, the boy’s shoulders began to tremble involuntarily.

He had seen enough of society’s evils for one day. If life offered a redo, he’d make sure to study hard and never skip class to hang out with hoodlums again.