My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 615: Solo Show

Chapter 615: Chapter 615: Solo Show

The "red paint" dripping onto the back of Han Fei’s head seemed to come from this red room, and as it stained his body, Han Fei felt a special connection with the room.

If the room could be compared to a box, then he was the person trapped inside it.

Forever without sunlight, without the concept of time, just endlessly repeating some desperate and painful things.

Clenching his fists, Han Fei’s eyes filled with streaks of blood, and he could feel his heart being pierced with pain, a sensation that far surpassed physical hurt.

"I even forgot the despair I had experienced, only vaguely remembering that feeling..."

Suddenly, a very low laughter came from the back of his head, as if a child who knew nothing of the world had emitted it, only understanding how to laugh. Over time, his smile began to encompass various negative emotions.

Fear, sorrow, sadness, breakdown, and then gradually becoming hysterical, turning completely into something else.

"He kept laughing, at first his smile was healing, but after healing so many people, his smile became something that instilled fear in everyone, and people began to fear, worried that one day he would kill everyone!"

Standing in this blood-red room, Han Fei, immersed in illusions, heard and understood the profound meaning behind that eerie laughter for the first time.

"Is that person me? But I’ve clearly never genuinely laughed?"

Memories flashed through his mind, and many fragmented memory puzzles appeared before Han Fei’s eyes.

Every time he exited the game, he would get stuck in a city congealed with blood, and during those brief moments of exiting, there stood another bloody person behind him.

Han Fei couldn’t see the figure or face of the person behind him clearly, but he distinctly remembered that whenever Kuangxiao was released, the person behind him would possess more emotions, becoming more like a real living person!

It was like this in the game, and something very peculiar had also happened in reality.

Han Fei could never forget that once, after exiting the game, he flipped through his phone and accidentally found a photo of himself wearing a helmet and playing the game.

The doors and windows were tightly closed, all locked, and there were police outside keeping watch. It was difficult for living people to sneak into his home under these circumstances, during the game, and take a picture of him with his own phone.

Han Fei had always wanted to know who the person taking the photo was, but he had no answer, and he did not delete the captured photo, keeping it with him.

"What exactly is the relationship between Kuangxiao and me? Has he been watching me all along? Or is he hiding in the Black Box?"

The Black Box had appeared before Kuangxiao, so this guess was the first to be denied by Han Fei.

The more he thought about it, the more muddled his brain became. Now, he was desperate to know the truth.

"Do you know the answer? Have you seen the person in the blood-red room?" Han Fei yelled at the children beside the surgical table, all of whom had lost their selves. They were like the goods specifically provided to other children with quality personalities, having become useless waste after their personalities were harvested, without even their own faces to become ghosts.

Hearing Han Fei’s voice, some of the children walked towards him, and Xia Yilan on the surgical table took this opportunity to scream frantically, her face completely distorted.

"Take me away! I know the red room! There is only one real red room, which is used to harvest children’s personalities, and all the surgeries are completed in that blood-red room!"

After Xia Yilan finished speaking, black and red blood flowed from her mouth, her once flawless face as if it was going to split apart.

"Save me! Save me! The red room is underground, I’ve been there! I can take you to the real red room!"

The children smeared red cake on her face and stuffed it into her mouth, and Xia Yilan, who had been unable to make nuanced expressions due to face swapping, showed her deepest understanding of fear this time, her screams nearly piercing Han Fei’s eardrums.

Han Fei, who had voluntarily immersed himself in the illusion and let those bizarre things control him, also sobered up a bit.

"Okay, I’ll trust you one more time."

Han Fei grabbed Xia Yilan’s calf, trying to pull her towards himself.

The faceless Little Ghosts, seeing Han Fei trying to snatch someone away, all charged over.

A pair of hands, smeared with the bloodstained cake, grabbed Han Fei, and the color of "human blood cake" spread across his body.

But weirdly, he didn’t feel pain or madness, only an inexplicable sadness.

Faintly, he seemed to hear the cries of children.

The bloody Curse characters directly appeared on Han Fei’s clothes, and a child self-identified as "No. 4" left behind sentences filled with hatred and malice. He wanted his room to become the second blood-red room; he longed for the blood-red room, dreaming of being the next person to live in such a room, but alas, he couldn’t achieve it.

As the bloody characters started to emerge on Han Fei’s body, for the first time, he was truly affected.

Unlike the psychological suggestions that Butterfly kept bringing him, Child No. 4 kept calling out, then those fragmented blood-red Memories began to respond on their own in his Brain Sea.

Previously in Deep World, Han Fei never felt there was anything wrong with those blood-colored Memory Fragments, but as they were awakened by Child No. 4’s Curse Spell, Han Fei found his childhood memories seemed to be completely torn apart.

"Are all my memories of childhood fake?"

The seeds of doubt had already been planted, and they were now taking root and sprouting under the catalyst of blood-colored memories.

This denial of the past was incredibly painful and tormenting, and those children kept smearing new "cakes" on Han Fei, as if celebrating his rebirth with their own flesh and blood.

"Take me away..." Xia Yilan’s voice was hoarse from shouting; she was near her limit.

Bearing the tearing sensation in his mind, Han Fei picked up Xia Yilan and ran out of the blood-red room.

Leaving that room, the intense pain in the back of Han Fei’s head slowly subsided, but the oppressive feeling weighing on his heart and mind did not dissipate.

He really couldn’t remember what had happened in his childhood, and this feeling of having lived through it yet being unable to recall, slowly wore away his facade in front of the audience.

Yes, like the other actors, he had been deceiving the audience.

Only, while the other actors deliberately acted bold and brave before the audience, Han Fei was constantly suppressing himself, trying not to be too outrageous in front of them.

"I can hardly keep it under control any longer. If that’s the case, then I’ll just go with the flow."

Han Fei’s eyes almost instantly underwent a change, and that oppressive sense coming from the Underworld made even Xia Yilan feel suffocated.

Taking a step forward, Han Fei prepared to go downstairs, but at the end of the corridor, the security door was pushed open.

A tall Security Guard appeared in the passageway, holding two sharp knives.

His whole body was covered with red "death" characters, standing in the darkness.

The Security Guard’s phone vibrated, someone seemed to have sent a message at this moment, and outside the building, a rapid alarm bell rang out.

Han Fei didn’t know what was happening outside. Normally, the best course of action would be to find a place to hide, buying time.

But Han Fei just stared at the Madman covered in death characters, his five fingers plunging into the chest of the corpse, firmly holding onto the scars left by the knives.

Plasma slid down his shoulder, sticking to his arm before dripping drop by drop to the ground.

In the darkness, a crowd of ghosts surged behind him, as if he had made a garment out of the night, moving within the shadows after the lights went out.

The storm furiously battered the windows, shattering the glass all over the ground.

Amidst the continuous alarming sounds, the wind, mixed with rain, blew his hair.

Lightning flashed!

The momentary brightness outlined his figure, and everyone saw a pair of cold, dangerous eyes.

In the pitch-dark corridor, the oppressive atmosphere was torn apart, darkness colliding with darkness!

"Bang!"

The entire security door fell down, and that killer, covered in words spelling death, looking utterly terrifying, was sent flying far away.

Xia Yilan and the tall security guard under the curse had their mouths wide open in shock, their expressions surprisingly uniform, both not anticipating such an outcome.

The Han Fei of now was no longer the one who had been chased by the Butterfly, having gone through two Shrine Inheritance Tasks; he had spent a long time in the game, and his overall strength, experience, wisdom, and mindset had all changed from before.

"We’re going underground now, tell me where the real old site of the Red Room is!" Han Fei charged into the safety passageway, running very fast.

"It... it’s underground." Xia Yilan felt as if she had sobered up a bit, but her speech became more tremulous.

"Be more specific!" Han Fei was in a hurry, with alarms sounding outside, possibly heralding the arrival of someone soon, making it troublesome to do anything then.

"Underground fourth floor, down the hallway at the very end!" Xia Yilan subconsciously answered Han Fei’s question.

Racing along, Han Fei soon reached the first floor.

"Han Fei, Han Fei! Can you put me down? You don’t have to take me with you!" Xia Yilan seemed very averse to entering the Plastic Surgery Hospital’s basement, but Han Fei showed no sign of letting go, as he didn’t quite trust Xia Yilan.

"It looks like the other actors have also run to this place."

Looking at the messy shoe prints on the floor and a lost sneaker, Han Fei could imagine the other colleagues’ embarrassed plight as they were chased.

"Might as well pretend I’m worried about their safety, rushing to rescue them with all my might."

Red paint was splattered in every corner of the basement, the paintings on the walls seemed to blink as Xia Yilan screamed in despair, then Han Fei carried her down to the third floor of the basement.

He could hear screams and moans near his ears, confirming that the other actors were trapped on the fourth floor of the basement.

After kicking away debris in the stairwell, Han Fei looked down through the gap in the middle of the stair railing, where the light from his phone couldn’t reach the bottom.

"Don’t go down there, really, don’t! Acting impulsively means death!" Xia Yilan desperately pleaded, to no avail.

"The other actors might be in danger, you want me to abandon them and run?" Han Fei’s voice was loud when he said this, loud enough for everyone in the live stream to hear clearly.

That’s right, after everyone else had abandoned him to save their own skins.

When the others faced danger, Han Fei, forgiving their previous abandonments, risked his life and ran back to save those who had once left him behind.

The shock was followed by a sliver of emotion and respect.

Xia Yilan couldn’t find the words for a moment, and it took her a long while to come up with a retort, but Han Fei had already reached the fourth underground level.

There were no cameras installed here, a place beyond the script, but that didn’t matter, Han Fei had brought his own camera.

He used the security guard’s camera as his eyes, and although the signal on the fourth level was very poor, he could still make out some of the broadcast images vaguely.

"Such a strong aura."

Using the light from his phone, the entire fourth level was covered in red paintings, and anyone entering this floor would surely be stained with that red "paint."

"How long exactly did the three from the plastic surgery hospital stay here?"

The cracked walls were painted with blood-red windows, and the ground was daubed with red grass and flowers -- it was like a red paradise drawn into existence.

Although it looked like a paradise, the feeling it conveyed was indescribable, as if a living person had walked into a nightmare, the kind you could never escape from.

"Was the plastic surgery hospital suddenly abandoned because of the existence of these things?"

What made others uncomfortable, however, felt strangely familiar to Han Fei; standing amidst the painter’s bloody red paradise, his childhood memories in his mind were slowly fading.

It was as if he had returned to the Deep World, and his unique aura was fully exposed.

"Home?"

A word he had mentioned countless times but had never possessed surged into his brain.

But then he shook his head and muttered in his heart, "A place without family, no matter how much it is made to resemble one, is still not a home."

Contradictory thoughts surfaced in his mind as Han Fei listened to the screams in the hallway, walking deeper into the corridor.

The blood-red painted windows became more numerous, and the images within them grew more complex; under the stimulation of that thick "red paint," Han Fei’s eyes became increasingly dangerous.

Continuing forward, when Han Fei was about ten meters from the end of the corridor, he saw Li Huang and the others.

"Why are there only three of you left?"

"Don’t come over here, Han Fei!" Li Huang’s face was pale, and she seemed to have completely collapsed in fear. Upon hearing Han Fei’s voice, she shouted loudly.

"Hurry up and go! That thing is nearby!" Li Huang’s voice was hoarse, but no matter how much she screamed, Han Fei kept moving forward relentlessly.

"You’re going to die! Saving us will kill you! Go back!" Li Huang’s expression became increasingly terrified, pointing at a painting on the wall beside Han Fei, "It’s right there!"

As she screamed, Han Fei had reached the end of the corridor and stopped in front of the group.

"Why would you still come here to meet your death?" Li Huang sat on the ground, as fear she had never experienced made her heart nearly collapse, "We abandoned you to escape, and you still came back to save us? We’re the cause of your death, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"

"It’s alright." Han Fei looked at Wu Li and Alin, who had already fainted, then turned to gaze at the blood-colored painting: "Actually, you could have dragged me into the abyss with you. Who knows, maybe I would have enjoyed that feeling?"

As Han Fei’s voice reached her ears, the terrified Li Huang stared blankly at his face.

The Han Fei before her now was completely different from before, shedding his gloominess and sickness, revealing the deep-seated wildness and madness within him.