My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 567: Message from Qiangwei

Chapter 567: Chapter 567: Message from Qiangwei

Having received the system notification, Han Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened the Attribute Panel to take a look.

After acquiring the title of "father," two new Talent Abilities appeared in his talent column—Basic-level Ghost Eye and Basic-level Heavenly-favored.

Originally starting with a high Luck of nine points, he now directly increased to twelve points. It is known that Luck and Charm are Hidden Attributes that cannot be enhanced using Attribute Points and are generally fixed from the creation of the account.

"Twelve points of Luck, I’ve never seen a player with such a high Luck Value. I need to rush and buy a lottery ticket to calm my nerves."

Upon thorough checking, Han Fei also discovered an issue; he had only gained the absolute trust of Fu Tian and Fu Yi, acquiring their Talent Abilities, but the Basic-level Soul-returning Talent from Fu Sheng was still gray, indicating it was unusable.

"It seems I haven’t earned Fu Sheng’s absolute trust yet, but everything is changing for the better."

"Besides, I already have the Soul-returning Talent myself, which allows me to send players entering the Deep World on their way and even bind their souls and take over their bodies; this must be the true effect of the Soul-returning ability."

"Fu Sheng’s Soul-returning Talent seems to be useable only on himself, which, although special, is very limited—no wonder it’s just Basic-level Soul-returning."

The talents of these three kids haven’t been fully utilized yet, so all their Talent Abilities are basic-level, but as they grow, their abilities should become increasingly powerful.

"Too bad, the special title from the Shrine can only be used within the Shrine and can’t be taken out." Han Fei truly envied the three points of Luck given by Fu Yi.

After going to the lottery shop and buying various types of lottery tickets, Han Fei hurried back to his original residence.

The sun set, and Fu Sheng also "finished school," pausing by his building and watching as trucks delivered Zhang Yu’s furniture to the residential complex.

Zhang Yu had bought his desired house at an incredibly low price and was feeling especially triumphant at the moment, inviting some of his subordinates to help him move and planning a small gathering at his new house in the evening.

Sitting on the fitness equipment in the residential area, Fu Sheng watched the noisy crowd while recalling a sentence Han Fei had once said—If one has a home, who would wish to be a stray cat?

"Let’s go, I’ll buy you a phone in a couple of days," Han Fei’s voice came from behind Fu Sheng, "We’re going to the new home."

Fu Sheng nodded, picked up his backpack, and followed Han Fei. Just as he was about to leave the residential area, he turned back to look at the home he’d lived in for many years.

"What’s wrong?"

"After mom died, we moved to a new home, and she still doesn’t know where we live, and now we’re moving again," Fu Sheng spoke of his biological mother.

"I’ll take you to see her after some time, I miss her a bit too."

Han Fei and Fu Sheng exited the residential complex and reached a nearby street lamp, where Fu Sheng placed several yogurts under it.

"I’m moving, take care of yourself."

Fu Sheng opened the yogurt lids and spoke to the street lamp, while Han Fei stood by silently; he could vaguely see a girl in a tattered school uniform.

As the father and son said their farewells to the nearby "residents," Zhang Yu and his subordinates happened to come out of the residential area, laughing and talking.

"Holy smokes! Isn’t that Fu Yi! Group Leader Fu?" Encircled by his people, Zhang Yu cheerfully looked toward Han Fei and Fu Sheng, "Didn’t you move away? Why did you come back? Can’t let go?"

Zhang Yu’s mouth was foul, but after all, he had sacrificed his own needs to help Han Fei out of an urgent situation.

"How come you also packed a bag of lottery tickets and scratch cards?" One of Zhang Yu’s subordinates, sharp-eyed, spotted the bag of lottery tickets in Han Fei’s hands, "Fu Yi, you’re really letting yourself go, huh?"

Without working, putting hope in things like lottery tickets, Zhang Yu and his subordinates all started laughing.

Once an ace of the company, a professional elite, a chief designer, now had turned into this.

"Don’t make fun of him, what if he wins?" Zhang Yu laughed heartily, "Come on, let’s go buy some drinks. We’re not going home sober tonight! Little Wang, count the heads, who hasn’t shown up yet, give them a call."

"Brother Zhao and Brother Chong were on the night shift the day before yesterday, they didn’t come to the office today, and their phones are unreachable."

"Then forget them, let’s party!"

Zhang Yu led his group away, and while Han Fei wanted to remind Zhang Yu to be careful that evening, he was "afraid" of dampening his mood.

"Ah, I just have a higher EQ."

Han Fei said nothing, carrying the bag of lottery tickets, and took the bus with Fu Sheng to their new home.

Sitting on the bus, Han Fei started scratching the lottery tickets. A Luck Value of twelve points was indeed outrageous; almost every ticket won him a prize, and the amounts were quite substantial, astonishing Fu Sheng beside him.

"That doesn’t make sense, does it?"

"If it exists, it’s logical." Han Fei was enjoying the scratching when his phone suddenly rang. He passed the bag of lottery tickets to Fu Sheng and answered the call.

"Group Leader, something happened at the company last night. The team on the night shift for the Eternal Life project seems to have not shown up for work for two days; they seem to have disappeared from the company." The call was from Brother Jia Shu, who sounded a bit tense, unlike his usual self.

"Don’t call me Group Leader. I’m also not really connected to the company any longer, let whatever needs to happen, happen." Han Fei had already resigned, and now his only concern was the horror romance game developed based on his experiences.

"Don’t hang up just yet, I’m just a bit curious," Brother Jia Shu cautiously said, "Group Leader, you’ve been reminding us not to take night shifts lately, do you know something? People in the company are talking about ghost occurrences, and there are rumors that the female ghost is related to you."

"Just because I, Fu Yi, am a scoundrel, doesn’t mean you can pin everything on me, right? And how do you know it’s a female ghost, did you see her?"

"Surveillance captured some strange footage, you should see it for yourself, it’s quite creepy," Brother Jia Shu sent a segment of the surveillance video to Han Fei. "Group leader, this thing can’t be leaked."

Upon opening the video, Han Fei frowned as he watched.

The company corridor was silent late at night, when suddenly the emergency exit door opened on its own.

Nothing changed in the surveillance footage, but a woman could be seen walking by in the adjacent mirror.

The video paused and zoomed in bit by bit. The woman’s face was distorted by hatred, as if she was searching for something.

The doors of the office rooms were opened one by one until, finally, it seemed the woman entered the office where Han Fei was located. Then, something no one anticipated happened, dense bloody handprints began to appear on the office window.

Seeming to hear some noise, members of the "Eternal Life" project team who were still working overtime rushed over, and the surveillance suddenly stopped.

"Group leader, have you finished watching?" Brother Jia Shu sounded somewhat nervous. "I’m a materialist, but the problem now is that there really is someone missing in the company, and this surveillance footage isn’t doctored."

"What did the company’s senior management say?"

"They don’t have the time to care about our life or death right now; another major incident has also occurred recently." Brother Jia Shu sent Han Fei a message. "It’s unimaginable, but a group of desperados kidnapped the city’s richest man’s daughter."

"The richest man’s daughter?"

"Yes, the one known as the genius investor, Du Shu, who is also a major shareholder of our company. Now, the entire company is in chaos. The staff below are cooperating with the police to find the missing colleague, while the top management meets daily to look for a way out for the company." Brother Jia Shu said helplessly. "To recuperate funds as soon as possible, our horror romance game is actually receiving unprecedented attention."

"Then we’re fortunate through misfortune," said Han Fei happily. It was normal for the company to perish. As long as they launched the game before the company went under, it would be enough.

"The real issue is who’s still daring to work in the company building! Just thinking about it gives me the creeps, and we’re also developing a horror romance game."

"Go all out. That female ghost should have already left. We’ll consider other matters after the game’s release," Han Fei consoled Brother Jia Shu and then hung up the phone. He and Fu Sheng moved to their new home.

Compared to their previous residence in an upscale neighborhood, the place they had moved to now looked quite dilapidated. The building was patchy, and the sanitary conditions were poor. If not for the convenience of their children’s schooling, many of the residents here would probably have moved elsewhere.

"Let’s live here for a while. Once we settle down, we can move somewhere else," Han Fei had some psychological shadows regarding the rooms here as they always reminded him of the Building Chief Manager task.

"No worries, I think this place... is quite nice," Fu Sheng greeted the empty surroundings, occasionally speaking some peculiar words to the air.

To prevent the neighbors from thinking Fu Sheng was crazy, Han Fei gestured to him to tone down his enthusiasm and be a bit more restrained.

The father and son arrived at their new home, choosing their respective rooms, organizing the house, and arranging the furniture.

Everything overlapped with the images in Han Fei’s memory, and soon the room looked just like the one in the Building Chief Manager task.

"In the Building Chief Manager task, it was in this dilapidated house that Fu Yi killed Fu Yi’s mother and daughter, and processed the bodies."

Sitting on the sofa, Han Fei gazed at the room where he had "died" over forty times.

Previously, when Fu Yi moved into this house, he fell into utter despair, enveloped by negative emotions, becoming a toy in Du Shu’s hands, bereft of all humanity.

Now, as Han Fei moved into this house, he had reduced much of the hatred, resolved misunderstandings with his wife, and his family was intact. Everything was changing for the better.

Even if a while later, the day Fu Yi and the Fu Yi played by Han Fei died, the future they left behind would be completely different.

While his wife and children were busy, Han Fei rested for a while and was about to go help when his phone rang again, this time from an unfamiliar number.

Pressing the answer button, he heard Wu Shan’s voice from the other end, "Are you free to meet? Qiangwei sent a message from the Plastic Surgery Hospital, and we don’t quite understand it."

"What does it roughly say?"

"Just a short sentence, it says ’0001 Perfect Personality’."

"Perfect Personality?" Han Fei’s expression changed instantly. "Where are you? I’ll come to you right now."

After Wu Shan gave an address, Han Fei hurriedly put on his coat and left.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the hill behind the school.

Standing here not only provided a view overlooking the private high school but also allowed one to see several blocks away to the Plastic Surgery Hospital and the Starry Sky Art Hotel.

"Come out, no need to hide," Han Fei entered the pavilion still under repair, Wu Shan stepped out alone from the darkness: "Are you the only player left out of the eighteen?"

Wu Shan’s face bore a bitter smile, "The others don’t trust you, they even think Qiangwei and you are to blame for their plight, so they’re planning to act on their own now."

Being among the top tier in "Perfect Life" meant they were either very wealthy and powerful, possessed rare talents, or had extremely strong personal abilities.

Such a group, when united, performed perfectly and could achieve great things.

However, their weakness was also quite apparent. Once their core was destroyed, they would immediately fall apart, with no one willing to follow another.

Ultimately, for some of them, "Perfect Life" was just a game, after all. If not for the fear of losing everything due to the penalty of dying, some of them might already have chosen to commit suicide and log off."