My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 569: Mom’s Here

Chapter 569: Chapter 569: Mom’s Here

Zhang Yu, having drunk quite a bit of alcohol, leaned on the balcony railing, eyes wide open as he looked toward the road at the entrance of the residential complex.

The woman in red who had just been standing in the middle of the road had suddenly disappeared.

"Am I hallucinating?"

Annoyed and confused, Zhang Yu put out his cigarette and returned to the living room.

The sound of music and the compliments from everyone made Zhang Yu feel a little better: "Come on, come on! Tonight, we’re not going home until we’re drunk!"

"Team leader, I also brought you a bottle of red wine." A subordinate took a bottle out of a gift box, and from the packaging alone, one could tell it was an expensive wine.

"Little Wang is thoughtful, ah. Let’s finish these drinks first, and then we can drink the others." Zhang Yu stared at the bottle of red wine, constantly reminded of the red-dressed woman he had recently seen, growing more irritable and using alcohol to numb himself.

He kept pouring drinks one after another, and after another hour, the female employees in the department were struggling and hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

"I’ll go check on Xiaoling. You guys keep drinking." Zhang Yu was also drunk; he staggered to his feet and made his way toward the bathroom.

Pushing open the door, Zhang Yu saw the subordinate sitting on the toilet.

The employee called Xiaoling had just vomited and couldn’t even stand up.

"I always tell you all to know your limits. Why don’t you go rest for a while?" Zhang Yu helped the female subordinate up, and as their bodies touched, for some reason, Zhao Qian’s face flashed through his mind.

As his immediate boss, he wouldn’t dare to let out a peep in front of Zhao Qian, having just been scolded by her earlier.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and he helped Xiaoling to the master bedroom, took off her shoes, and put her on the bed.

Staring at the female subordinate who had come to congratulate him, Zhang Yu sat at the edge of the bed, his hand slowly moving forward when his cell phone suddenly rang.

Startled, Zhang Yu jumped up like a thief caught on surveillance, abruptly getting to his feet.

Swallowing hard, Zhang Yu looked down at his phone screen; the caller was named Zhao Liu, who had worked overtime the night before last and hadn’t come to the celebration party today.

"You scared me, this guy really has terrible timing." Zhang Yu answered the call, "Speak quickly, if you have something to say!"

"Building Thirteen, Floor Fourteen..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Building Thirteen, Floor Fourteen..."

"Are you out of your mind? What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Building Thirteen, Floor Fourteen..."

Zhang Yu, who had drunk a lot, was confused and took two listens to realize that the voice on the phone didn’t sound much like Zhao Liu. It was very ominous, devoid of any emotion.

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Yu looked back at Xiaoling once more, walked out of the bedroom, and quietly shut the bedroom door.

"Team leader, we have work tomorrow, we can’t keep drinking." Little Wang was a very astute person; he saw Zhang Yu supporting Xiaoling back to the bedroom and seemed to understand something.

"Indeed, we have also disturbed the team leader for a long time today."

The subordinates helped each other to stand up, including a new, chubby male employee straightening his glasses. He was a poor drinker, his face flushed red: "Where’s Sister Ling? Is she still in the bathroom? I’ll go call her."

"Did Aling leave halfway through the drink?" Little Wang scratched his head, putting in a lot of effort to pull the chubby guy up from the ground... During the drinking, he took several drinks for him.

"We should also leave; it’s almost midnight."

They put on their jackets, and Zhang Yu’s subordinates, staggering, made their way to the door and then bid farewell to Zhang Yu.

As the leader, Zhang Yu naturally wouldn’t escort them out, just casually cautioning them to be careful on the road before he closed the door.

Standing at the entrance, Zhang Yu didn’t hurry to leave; he was listening to the footsteps of his subordinates as they departed.

"This corridor is so dark! Not even a single light."

"That’s not right, I remember there were lights when we came. It might be fluorescent lights, only on during the day."

"Weird, why is the elevator always stuck on this floor? Is it broken?"

"And this is supposed to be a top-notch residential area in the city center? Forget it, let’s take the stairs."

After all the subordinates had left, Zhang Yu unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, not knowing whether it was the excessive drinking or some other reason, but he felt very hot all over.

"Once I take Zhao Qian’s position, my current position will become vacant. Considering ability, Little Wang is most suitable, but now I can give Xiaoling a chance."

Zhang Yu seemed to be convincing himself as he picked up the red wine brought by a subordinate and walked to the bedroom door, already somewhat impatient.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Zhang Yu stood at the doorway, gazing at Xiaoling’s body, feeling as if a fire was burning in his heart, both afraid and wanting to approach her.

"Xiaoling, can you hear me speaking?" Zhang Yu cautiously asked, but seeing no reaction from Xiaoling, he slowly moved to the side of the bed.

Setting down the red wine, Zhang Yu knelt on one knee on the bed, just about to reach out to Xiaoling when his cellphone suddenly rang again.

His heart pounding wildly, Zhang Yu checked his phone, and it was Zhao Liu calling again.

"When I go to work tomorrow, I must deal with him properly!"

Not answering, Zhang Yu directly hung up the call, but Zhao Liu kept calling him repeatedly.

After hanging up several times, Zhang Yu began receiving messages from Zhao Liu, all repeating the same phrase—"Unit 13, 14th floor..."

"What is he up to?" Zhang Yu turned off his phone, threw it aside, and felt increasingly agitated inside.

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of his life, having trampled the person he hated underfoot, freely mocking and unleashing, he should have felt content. But now, he was filled with unease.

Warnings from Han Fei flashed through his mind like a joke, the words "Be careful tonight" piercing his heart like a thorn.

"That bastard is just trying to disgust me deliberately!"

Opening the red wine, Zhang Yu took a swig and looked again at Xiaoling’s fair skin.

"I don’t care anymore!"

As he was taking off his shirt, his phone began to ring again.

"Damn it! Isn’t this over yet!"

Picking up the phone, he answered the call, fiercely saying, "Zhao Liu! Have you taken the wrong medicine!"

He shouted loudly, but there was no sound from Zhao Liu on the other side of the phone.

After a short while, Zhang Yu suddenly realized one thing— he had just turned off his phone, how could someone still call him?

Somewhat sobered by the alcohol, Zhang Yu looked down at his phone screen, and at that moment, a woman’s voice came from inside.

"Unit 13, 14th floor, room 174."

"Snap!"

Zhang Yu was so scared that he threw the phone on the floor, recalling the woman in red standing in the middle of the road.

"What’s going on? How did this thing start targeting me?" Zhang Yu’s cold sweat instantly flowed: "Isn’t Room 174 the very one Fu Yi sold to me? I just moved in!"

Sobered by the fright, Zhang Yu didn’t bother calling for Xiaoling, he put on his shirt and started to run outside, thinking more and more that something was wrong: "No wonder Fu Yi was so generous, there’s something wrong with his apartment!"

Zhang Yu dashed out of the bedroom, not even taking the time to change his shoes, and ran barefoot to the living room door.

Grabbing the doorknob, Zhang Yu suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door, the sound getting closer and closer to him.

"Could the woman in red have come upstairs?"

With that moment of hesitation, the footsteps had already stopped.

Zhang Yu leaned close to the security door, peered through the peephole, and saw a woman in red standing at his doorstep, her head bowed!

Drawing in a cold breath, Zhang Yu took several steps backward.

"She, she’s come for me! She’s targeting this room!"

Zhang Yu was so regretful that he felt like slamming his head against the wall, even contemplating murdering Fu Yi.

A faint stench of decay wafted through the air, as dark blood seeped in under the front door into the room.

His breathing became rapid, Zhang Yu fumbled for his phone to call the police, only to remember he had left it in the bedroom.

Scrambling up from the floor, just as he turned around, Zhang Yu saw Xiaoling, who had been sound asleep on the bed, now standing at the bedroom doorway.

Her skin was ghastly pale, her toes pointed, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and her black hair hung over her face.

"Xiaoling? Cao Lingling?"

Zhang Yu’s voice began to tremble, and just then, the security door’s handle started shaking violently as if someone on the other side was desperately trying to open it.

Thud!

The terrified Zhang Yu fell to his knees, "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor, I haven’t done anything, you’ve got the wrong person! You really have the wrong person!"

Zhang Yu’s words were jumbled as he wept uncontrollably, shouting continuously.

He had taken over "Eternal Life," a project designed by Fu Yi, seized Fu Yi’s resources in the company, forced Fu Yi out of his position, and even taken over Fu Yi’s apartment. While he was self-satisfied for having taken everything from Fu Yi, the disaster Fu Yi had stirred also came looking for him.

With a creaking sound, the security door was slowly pushed open. Zhang Yu didn’t dare to look back; he was so frightened that his body felt utterly drained of strength, and he kept crying and begging for mercy.

Footsteps approached through the blood, and multiple blood-red handprints began to appear around the room.

Every spot that held beautiful memories of this family was seized by bloody hands.

Gradually, the bizarre noises around him quietened down significantly, and Zhang Yu slowly opened his eyes.

A drop of blood landed right on his nose, and as he looked up, a woman’s face appeared above him.

Before he could make a sound, he felt as if the blood on the floor turned into ropes that wrapped around him and dragged him out of the room in an instant.

"Fu Yi! I..."

Zhang Yu’s words were cut short as his body disappeared into the darkness.

The twisted-limbed Cao Lingling fell to the ground as the woman in red walked past her, paused in the living room for a moment, and then proceeded to the upstairs room once occupied by Fu Sheng.

The bowed head slowly lifted, and black hair slipped off, revealing a ghastly, skin-covered face.

It was clear she had once been a beautiful woman, but she seemed to have fallen ill afterward.

A bloody handprint appeared in a corner of the room, followed by countless blood handprints that filled the entire room, layer upon layer, until the glass windows suddenly shattered!

The woman in red in the center of Fu Sheng’s room slowly turned her body, looking off in another direction once again.

...

At Midnight, Han Fei stood in the bedroom, surveying the cramped room for a spot to lay a bedding; his wife lay on the bed, tilting her head to look at him with a bitter smile on her face.

"This room is rather small, how about..."

"Then I’ll just sleep in the living room. The air is better out there." Han Fei, clutching his bedding, walked over to the sofa. As he was setting up his "bed," he suddenly heard a faint crying sound coming from Fu Sheng’s room.

"What’s going on?"

Han Fei quietly approached and, after hesitating for a moment, knocked on the door, "Fu Sheng? Are you still awake?"

"No." The bedroom door opened, and Fu Sheng appeared at the doorway. His facial expression was relatively normal, but his eyes were somewhat swollen.

"What happened to you?"

"Lately, I keep hearing mom calling my name, telling me to stay away from you." Fu Sheng looked at Han Fei, "Can you give me a clear answer once more, did mom’s death really have anything to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Han Fei stated emphatically.

Fu Sheng stared at him for a long while before seeming to sigh in relief, "That’s good."

The door shut, Fu Sheng returned to his room, and Han Fei stood alone in the living room.

"Even if Fu Yi was beastly, he wouldn’t have killed his wife, right? During my time as Building Chief and Manager, I didn’t find any clues like that either; there must be some misunderstanding here."

After gaining his father’s special title, Han Fei had been able to use abilities of Fu Yi and Fu Tian, but couldn’t use Fu Sheng’s, indicating that Fu Sheng still didn’t fully trust him.

"If I could clear up this misunderstanding, Fu Sheng might trust me completely."

Returning to the sofa, Han Fei was about to lie down when his phone suddenly vibrated.

Picking it up, he saw that Zhang Yu was calling.

"Is this thing still alive?"

Han Fei glanced at the clock on the wall and felt that the person calling him now might not be Zhang Yu anymore.

Turning on his computer, Han Fei played his self-made theme music on loop and then pressed the answer button amid the sounds of the Curse.

"Hello?"

After the call connected, a woman’s voice came from the other end, sounding like she was laughing, yet it also seemed like she was crying.

"Zhang Yu bought my house, and your presence there suggests your real target is me and my family," Han Fei’s voice was calm and steady, hardly what one would expect when answering a call from the dead in the middle of the night, more like he was chatting with an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long time.

"There are many who want to kill me, but among them, the only deceased woman with a strong obsession for this house has to be Fu Sheng’s birth mother."

Listening to the unnamed Curse music, Han Fei poured himself a glass of water, and then lay down on the sofa, "Can we talk properly? I actually really want to meet you."

The crying and laughing from the phone gradually became piercing, as if the woman’s heart was wrapped in Hatred, preventing her from communicating with the outside world, locked in a realm of Hatred.

"If you don’t want to talk to me, how about I let Fu Sheng answer the call? Just now, he was crying red-eyed because he misses you."

Holding the phone, Han Fei walked towards Fu Sheng’s bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door, and Fu Sheng’s voice emerged, "What is it?"

"There’s someone important to us who wants to talk to you." Han Fei didn’t hang up the call; he handed the phone to Fu Sheng as soon as he opened the door.

"Looking for me?" Fu Sheng took the phone, and before he could say a word, the call was disconnected.

With a puzzled expression, Fu Sheng stared at the phone screen, looking at the caller—Zhang Yu; his expression grew even more bizarre.

"Is this person important to us?" Fu Sheng handed the phone back to Han Fei, "I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure recently, but please stop doing these strange things."