My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 581: Who is Hiding Under Her Bed?

Chapter 581: Chapter 581: Who is Hiding Under Her Bed?

The bloodstained resume fell to the floor, and the female player covered her eyes as if she was about to go blind.

"Lingjie, calm down!"

This player, referred to as Lingjie, was among the first batch to enter the Paradise Maze. The subsequent two teams of players would enter to search the area, one reason was to protect Lingjie and prevent her death.

In the massive organization called Inevitable Truth, Lingjie was a rare player who possessed a B-rank Supernatural Talent. Several organization managers highly valued her.

If Lingjie were to have her account deleted due to death, it would be a loss for the whole Inevitable Truth.

Blood seeped from her eyeballs, yet Lingjie couldn’t calm down as what she had just seen seemed not merely a resume, but more like a death list.

An endless convergence of disaster and misfortune amassed atop the list, all colleagues, leaders, and customers connected to him were killed over and over.

The bizarre ways of dying and the terrifying states of death made each name on the list wail desperately, the overwhelming Death Intent crushed her will completely.

"He’s not a nurse, he’s not a nurse..." Lingjie shook her head, her voice growing weaker.

"Lingjie!"

Just when Lingjie seemed to reach her limit, she suddenly remembered something and opened her eyes again, clutching the female assistant’s clothes: "Find a way out of here, leave this hospital, do not become his customer."

"Just relax for a bit, take a rest." The female assistant held Lingjie’s trembling body, continually comforting her.

"I can’t relax!" Lingjie, unrecognizable from when she first saw Han Fei, had not a trace of a smile on her face: "We will die, we really will die."

"But if we leave the hospital, where can we go?" Although the female assistant couldn’t conceive the horrors Lingjie had seen, this ordeal made her somewhat less biased against Han Fei.

The screams from VIP Room Number Three were heard by everyone in the hall.

The overweight nurse and the man in black didn’t react immediately but exchanged a strange look. Their skin appeared as if it had been pieced together like Lego blocks, showing subtle cracks when extremely tense.

"Sorry, I need to go take a look," the overweight nurse apologized to Love and then rushed off to Room Number Three with Han Fei.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw the bloodstained floor and resume.

The overweight nurse and the man in black hurried forward to inquire about the situation and started making apologies and phone calls to contact the doctor.

Han Fei silently walked to the bedside and began cleaning up the scene.

"That woman pulled out a strand of my hair, what kind of ritual is she performing with my hair?" conscientious in his cleaning, Han Fei noticed the blood on his resume: "Did she go mad after seeing my resume?"

Han Fei casually picked up the resume, the entire document filled with words like upbeat optimistic, humble in dealing with others, gentle and sunny. How could such a resume drive someone to collapse?

"You scared me, I thought I was too tired last night and accidentally wrote the truth," Han Fei was pleased with the resume he had crafted: "Aside from what I’ve done, I really am an excellent employee."

After cleaning up the bloodstains, Han Fei walked out of Room Number Three, intending to take out the trash, but Love blocked his path.

"Put down the stuff and come into the room with me."

The moment Love spoke, Han Fei felt the temperature around him start to drop. Even more bizarre, despite the surrounding cold, his chest felt as if it was being scorched by fire, causing some heartburn!

Han Fei swallowed and decided he would find time later to move the Blood-colored Paperman away from his chest.

"Why has your face suddenly turned so pale?" Love moved closer to Han Fei: "Am I that scary?"

"I just can’t figure something out." Han Fei genuinely didn’t understand why the curse on the Blood-colored Paperman would be triggered. Although it was reshaped and nurtured by Xu Qin’s blood, gradually taking on Xu Qin’s appearance and closely linked with her, it was, after all, just a Curse Item.

Separated by a shrine and half a Plastic Surgery Hospital in distance, could this Curse Item still transmit some sort of emotion to Xu Qin?

Han Fei thought it unlikely, but he wouldn’t dabble in those taboos. It was not out of fear; he was merely being particularly upright.

Gazing into Love’s face, close at hand, Han Fei touched his chest and resolutely stepped back a few steps.

"Still wanting to run?" Love seemed satisfied with Han Fei’s decision. Since entering the hospital, she smiled for the first time: "I just love watching you run."

What kind of perverse preference was this? Han Fei wasn’t clear on how Fu Yi and Love interacted, but he felt if this "romance" were to be revealed, he wouldn’t have any grounds to call Achong perverse anymore.

With a professional smile on his face, Han Fei ran towards the trash bin to dispose of the trash.

"The only good news for me right now is that Love is here for cosmetic and healing treatments; she likely isn’t carrying anything dangerous."

Among all of Fu Yi’s female friends, he spoke the least with Love, and Fu Yi’s call logs with Love were very direct.

Mostly it was—Are you there? Yes!

Then a room number, or an address.

Han Fei found it puzzling that, just by looking at the chat information, he couldn’t find any reason why Love would want to kill Fu Yi.

Other women either wanted to kill out of being deceived or from love turned to hate, but Love was special; she seemed to want to kill Fu Yi because of love.

After taking out the trash, Han Fei was ready to look for Cao Lingling, but Love kept following him.

He could try to escape at will, but eventually, he would definitely be caught up by Love, just like the time not long ago when Love went to his company.

"Don’t you need to do beauty treatments and therapy?" Han Fei, having been chased by Love all the way, finally couldn’t help but speak up.

"For me, love is the best healing, keeping me forever young." Love’s fingers slowly waved as if practicing a chopping motion: "I hope you can feel the same."

"Then your hopes are disappointed," Han Fei said just as he turned the corner and saw two police officers standing outside Cao Lingling’s hospital room, talking to a doctor.

A moment later, the hospital room door opened, and Zhao Qian walked out looking very pale.

The doctor seemed to be making excuses, but the police completely disbelieved him, continuously shaking their heads.

Seeing Zhao Qian there, Han Fei was about to turn around, but he was just a step too slow.

"Fu Yi! Didn’t I tell you to take good care of Cao Lingling? Come and look at the wounds on her body!" Zhao Qian saw Han Fei from afar.

"Everything was normal during the day when I was there," Han Fei knew he couldn’t escape, so he braced himself and walked forward. He hadn’t figured out what to say to Zhao Qian when suddenly more footsteps sounded from inside Cao Lingling’s room.

Not long after, a woman with bandages wrapped around her head and arms ran out of the hospital room.

"Team leader!" Li Guo’er still looked as sweet as ever when she smiled; she had also changed to a new pair of glasses.

Seeing Li Guo’er recovering so well made Han Fei also feel a bit of happiness, but soon his chest heated up again, as if the curse was burning.

"Li Guo’er, after you visit your colleague, hurry back, don’t interfere with the police here," Zhao Qian said expressionlessly.

"My injuries haven’t healed, and I can’t go back to work. It’s just right to stay here with Cao Lingling. We’ve been close friends for many years," Li Guo’er said with a smile, still not backing down as she looked towards Zhao Qian.

"Your close friend is almost gone, and you still smile so sweetly?"

"Would you like me to cry for you to see?" Li Guo’er made a face at Zhao Qian: "Always being angry will speed up aging."

Seeing that neither Zhao Qian nor Li Guo’er would back down, Han Fei was about to step forward to mediate when his shoulder was suddenly gripped by five slender, fine fingers.

Love closed the distance between herself and Han Fei: "I’m a bit tired, but I don’t know the way back. You escort me."

Seeing Love like this, Li Guo’er immediately walked over: "Team leader! I’ll escort her back!"

"Do you know the way..." Han Fei clutched his chest, wanting to first block the ears of the Paperman.

On the surface, there are three women here, but in reality, there’s also a Paperman.

"Have you all caused enough trouble?" Zhao Qian glanced at Li Guo’er and Love, then focused back on Han Fei: "Tell the police how you were taking care of things yesterday. Why are there so many new scars on Cao Lingling’s body!"

"When I left work, she was fine. Those injuries must have been made at night," Han Fei walked up to the police officers, and without saying so, Zhao Qian’s extensive experience helped Han Fei out of a tricky situation.

"What time did you leave work?" The police officer took Han Fei into the hospital room, where Cao Lingling lay unconscious on the bed, her back exposed with her clothing cut open, full of scratch marks—some places she couldn’t have reached on her own!

"It was raining yesterday; Agou let me leave early. I left work just after five."

"When you left, did the patient show any abnormalities?"

"No, she was still asleep at the time," Han Fei shook his head. He hesitated for a moment before adding, "This morning when I came to clean the bathroom, I heard Cao Lingling yelling. She said that white ghosts eat people, and black ghosts stood at the bedside."

"Her mental state is very unstable; she may still be experiencing hallucinations."

"At first, I also thought it was her hallucination, but..." Han Fei walked over to the bed, lifted the sheet, and pointed to two drops of blood underneath: "If this blood isn’t Cao Lingling’s, it means someone was hiding under her bed last night."