My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 614: Real Childhood Memories?

Chapter 614: Chapter 614: Real Childhood Memories?

After receiving the hint in the elevator, Han Fei dragged the corpse prop to the seventh floor with one hand, where all the windows were sealed with wooden boards, making the entire floor feel exceptionally oppressive.

He took out the security guard’s phone and opened Xia Yilan’s live stream, strangely, there was nobody in her live streaming room.

"The Plastic Surgery Hospital is filled with dynamic tracking cameras, which should follow Xia Yilan as long as she passes by, until she enters a blind spot of the camera’s view. Now that her live stream is empty, it suggests that she must be stopping in some dead angle of the coverage."

As Han Fei slowly moved forward, he suddenly saw his own figure in Xia Yilan’s live stream.

"Is she hiding around me?"

The moment he stopped, Han Fei felt someone rapidly approaching from behind. He swung the corpse prop backward but hit nothing.

Based on the position locked by the camera in Xia Yilan’s live stream, Han Fei could be sure Xia Yilan was nearby, yet he saw nothing.

"Where is she?"

Xia Yilan might have had some special encounters before, but she was just an ordinary person after all. Even if possessed by ghosts or curses, Han Fei was still not afraid. What he was worried about now was the possibility of other things being with Xia Yilan.

"Something was indeed approaching just now."

Dragging the heavy corpse prop, Han Fei moved backward bit by bit. He found the camera that was live streaming Xia Yilan’s room; the lens was stuck amidst the bloodstains.

While he was checking the camera, there suddenly came footsteps from the hallway!

Without any forewarning, by the time Han Fei heard the noise, the footsteps were already very close to him.

Stepping back, Han Fei saw a pair of white shoes walking past him along the corridor and entering a room.

"White shoes?"

The white shoes’ goodwill was hijacked by Han Fei, and now nothing but malice and hatred remained on that pure white.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei didn’t rush after the white shoes. Arriving in an unfamiliar place, the first thing to do was to familiarize oneself with the environment. Charging forward recklessly might lead him to fall into a trap meticulously laid out by the enemy.

Kicking open the room door, Han Fei started checking each room one by one; seeing his rough and direct approach, the live-stream viewers got excited once more.

Just like being trapped in an abandoned building, facing a murderer and unknown dangers, Han Fei’s performance was completely different from the other six. To the uninitiated, it might even seem like Han Fei was the murderer, hunting down the other six.

Han Fei mounted the camera he took from the security guard onto his shoulder, allowing him to use the live stream to watch his back, effectively gaining an extra eye.

Tang Yi, who knew well what the audience liked, opened a separate live stream just for this camera, giving everyone the experience of a "murderer’s" first-person live view.

Without the scripts of others or the help of "comrades," Han Fei used the few clues revealed in his own script, combined with a bit of brute force, and obtained another leg and the intestines of the corpse on the seventh floor. Now, only the heart and the head were yet to be found.

The other live streams were in chaos, with everyone desperately fleeing, some so quickly the cameras couldn’t capture them clearly. Moreover, many celebrity fans ran to Han Fei’s stream to ask for help, claiming their idols were about to "collapse" physically.

Comparing these live streams, Han Fei’s uniqueness was evident. Whether human or ghost, all were running, only Han Fei was seriously thinking about solving the puzzle.

Han Fei was also in a state of high tension right now, with no time to read those bullet comments, his full attention fixed on the room into which the small white shoes had just entered.

With each door being kicked open, Han Fei was getting closer and closer to that room.

"This is it."

Grasping the doorknob, Han Fei slowly exerted force, and the door opened in response.

The small room was coated in white paint, looking like a pure white canvas, everything inside was white. Despite the passing of so much time, it remained as pristine as ever, as if someone came to clean it every night.

"Whose room is this?"

On the white single bed, white bedding was laid out, white bed sheets spilling onto the floor, and a pair of white shoes were placed in front of the bed.

Directly across from the tips of the white shoes, there was a small white table with several little figures folded from white paper.

The heads of each figure were opened, they had no faces or clothes of their own, as if to suggest they had never possessed a self, not even the concept of forming one.

Han Fei entered the room, and the sound of the torrential rain hitting the windows became even more intense, as if the water were piercing through the glass and falling inside.

A drop of liquid fell upon the back of Han Fei’s neck, he reached up to touch it, and his fingertips were stained red.

"Blood?"

Looking up, cracks had formed in the white ceiling, as if a pure white heart had been torn apart, and foul-smelling blood flowed out of the gaps.

More and more blood soaked through the white wall paint, the cracks spreading outwards, the bloodstains sticking to the ceiling, as if it were rain falling into the room.

Han Fei’s body was drenched, and he felt as though the entire room had been viciously torn open from the outside, with every secret in it about to be stained in a blood color.

Steadying himself, Han Fei looked down at his phone screen.

The scene shown in the live broadcast was completely different from what Han Fei was seeing with his own eyes. In the live broadcast, Han Fei stood at the entrance of a dilapidated white ward, the ceiling above smeared beforehand with a lot of red paint-like substance, which was now constantly dripping onto his back.

"He used the small white shoes to grab my attention, just so he could get that ’paint’ on me?"

Han Fei himself was also affected, he saw what the Painter wanted him to see, whether that was Illusion, a dream, or some kind of psychological hypnosis.

The person behind the scenes had succeeded, but Han Fei had seen far more terrifying scenes in the Deep World, so he appeared completely normal, and none of the viewers in the live stream noticed anything wrong.

The red paint flowed down his hair, the back of Han Fei’s head felt as if it were being scorched by something, sharp pains tugging at his nerves, and some memories he had found in the Deep World emerged, most of which were related to the Blood-colored Orphanage.

The blood-red memories in his Brain Sea seemed to be connected to the red "paint" dripping onto the back of his head, and Han Fei wanted to clear up his past. With a resolution, he let go of his consciousness and willingly immersed himself into the Illusion.

Hardened by his experiences in the Deep World, Han Fei was confident he could break free from the Illusion, so he had made the decision to see what was truly inside it.

His vision gradually became blurry, footsteps echoed again in the corridor outside, Han Fei looked out, the small white shoes stained with red paint walked through the corridor and entered another room.

At this moment, the Plastic Surgery Hospital Han Fei saw through his eyes had become somewhat different from before, with blood-colored paint sprawling across the walls in various bizarre patterns and continuously twisting text, as if ghosts were holding brushes in their hands.

"Only the good children get to come out and breathe the fresh air, to see the outside world, but for monsters like us, our world is confined to this tiny room, with no way out, no escape."

"I don’t envy those children who can walk out of the underground. The light they see is false; it’s nothing like the genuine light that emanates from the hypocritical lamps and the sun."

"They’re so foolish, thinking that by obeying the doctors they will be considered good children. In the eyes of the doctors, they are just like me, monsters all the same."

"The children who left always kept telling me how beautiful the outside world was, the bright windows, the green leaves, and even a bird flying by could excite them for a long time."

"Seeing their happy expressions, I can’t bear to tell them the truth. No matter how beautiful the outside world, it has nothing to do with them; their world is only this room, and this dark, big box we live in is what the world truly looks like."

"The doctors always lie to us, saying that the world is beautiful, and that we monsters just need to slowly become normal people, then we can be reborn in the outside world. I know they are deceiving me."

"Those doctors never told the truth, they are just using us, they never intended to let us leave."

"I miss that artist a little. He was the one who truly wanted to help us. Although he never mentioned taking us away, at least he left behind fake windows on the walls of this pitch-black room."

"In these final moments of my life, I feel I should see him once more. Because in the darkness, I’ve uncovered something new. The red ward at the end of the corridor is said to have been black before, and apparently, there once lived a child who was a successful experiment. I also heard that the child who came closest to perfection ended up killing everyone."

"He can’t hear my voice, and I can’t leave."

"I don’t know how to meet him, so all I could do was paint myself into one of the windows he drew."

"Slowly, I grew up in this black room. Among all the children, I was the only one who never left. I know my end is predetermined, to die on my eighteenth birthday as the most failed experiment."

"This is probably my last time making a birthday wish. I hope... that artist never comes back again."

With blood-red paint and pigments splashed on the walls, those texts seemed to come to life, looking at them was like seeing a sickly boy.

"Does that child really not want the artist to return, or is it just that, with none of his birthday wishes ever fulfilled, he spoke insincerely at the end?"

In the live broadcast room, everything appeared normal; the audience only saw flowing blood, but touching the plasma, Han Fei was affected. He saw the tumbling text in the blood.

Walking among those blood-colored words was like entering a patient’s dreams, filled with their murmured speech.

Forward, opening the next door.

In the pitch-black room, apart from the number "4" on the door, everything else was painted black.

Without waiting for Han Fei to enter, all the nearby doors were flung open, with every room distinctly different in its arrangement.

Some were painted in vibrant colors; some were stacked with asymmetric, misshapen objects; some were completely empty rooms, turned into a sphere; others were filled with all sorts of obscure equations and puzzles...

Han Fei kept looking towards the end of the corridor, where there was an unnumbered sickroom, entirely tainted red.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again, please, just let me go."

"I’m just a nurse following their orders; I just wanted to get a face. Go find those doctors, go find those who killed you!"

"Don’t ruin my face, I have nothing left, please spare me!"

A woman dressed in sexy, revealing clothes crawled out of the blood-colored room. She collapsed on the ground, her face and body oddly mismatched, as if the face didn’t belong to her.

"Xia Yilan?"

The woman in the distance heard Han Fei’s voice. She seemed like a drowning person grasping for the last straw, crying and reaching out to Han Fei, but her legs seemed locked by something in the room, unable to break free.

"Save me! Please, save me!"

"What exactly have you done? Why do all those children want to kill you?" Han Fei still remembered the first time he went to look for Qiangwei, and he accidentally discovered Qiangwei holding a list and threatening Xia Yilan.

Qiangwei was very likely one of the numbered children from the Orphanage. The fact that Xia Yilan was targeted by him suggested that she was probably involved in some matters.

Futhermore, when Xia Yilan pleaded just now, she fleetingly mentioned words like ’nurse’ and ’order’, which made Han Fei even more certain of his conjecture. He wanted to take this opportunity to get some answers.

"I didn’t do anything! I was just one of the middlemen, merely a living business card for the Plastic Surgery Hospital!" Xia Yilan cried out to Han Fei, "Those children are just ingredients for Personality Reshaping! My only job was to bring clients in need to the hospital; I don’t know anything else!"

"You sure you don’t want to think again?"

"They, they promised that after completing five transactions, they would give me a new face!" Xia Yilan’s body was being dragged, "All the middlemen had their faces changed!"

After she shouted the last sentence, Xia Yilan’s body was dragged into that red ward.

Han Fei rushed forward, holding the prop corpse. The closer he got to that ward, the more intense the pain in the back of his head became!

"All the pain comes from where the Black Box is!"

In a daze, Han Fei even thought he was back in the Deep World. His body naturally reacted accordingly.

"Were those words left by the orphans who died here? Had he found the red room?"

Kicking open the door to the last ward down the corridor, Han Fei saw Xia Yilan pressed down on the operating table, surrounded by one faceless, selfless child after another.

Those children held cakes made of human blood in their hands and then used their small hands to stuff the bloody cakes into Xia Yilan’s mouth.

Her beautiful face seemed to be on the verge of ripping apart. She couldn’t make a sound, and her eyes bulged fearfully outward.

Han Fei had no particular fondness for Xia Yilan, but he couldn’t let her die before him like this.

Stepping into the room quickly, as he stepped inside, a sense of familiarity he had never felt before entered his mind, as if he had spent a very long time in a blood-colored room like this one.

"Could it be that my real childhood memories are... of always staying in a room like this?"