My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 617 The Show is Canceled

Chapter 617: Chapter 617 The Show is Canceled

Red walls adorned with black windows, Blood Pearls slid down the window frames. A child in patient attire stood outside the window, his hand resting on the glass.

Han Fei stood in front of the window, watching the boy outside, never expecting to encounter the deceased child in this manner.

"Is that his soul in the window, or just a wisp of his consciousness?"

Slowly approaching, Han Fei didn’t understand why, but it felt like he had seen Boy No. 4 before. Uncontrollably, his hand lifted, and he placed it on the window glass as well.

Separated by a painted window on the wall, Han Fei and Boy No. 4 stood face to face.

The palm of the boy outside met with Han Fei’s against the window, his head tilting back, as if comparing Han Fei with someone from his memories.

As memories and reality overlapped, Boy No. 4 shook his head

"Even a Healing Personality can’t cure such a monster. My biggest flaw is that I always harbor unrealistic illusions. A monster is a monster, even when clad in human skin, it’s still a monster."

The boy stared blankly at the window, unsure if he was looking at Han Fei or the world inside the window.

"Whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you, I am the only one who survived the Blood-colored Night. I can’t remember anything that happened afterward. Can you help me recall it?"

As Han Fei uttered the words ’Blood-colored Night’, blood-red cracks began to appear on the boy who was standing outside the window, resembling countless slices.

His head, which had been looking elsewhere, suddenly lifted, his gaze fixed again on Han Fei’s face inside the window.

"Are you really him? Can you really return to normal after such insane stimuli? Could the Healing Personality actually be Perfect Life? Impossible! There are no perfect personalities in the world!" Boy No. 4’s body began to swell, as if he was aging from a child to a teenager in moments, his condition worsening, his wounds merging into what resembled a garment knitted from Red Threads.

"Tell me what you know! About the Plastic Surgery Hospital, those numbered children, and the brothers Fu Sheng and Fu Tian!" An alarm sounded outside the building, Han Fei’s palm pressed against the window, his tone urgent, desperate to uncover the truth.

"Fu Sheng, Fu Tian..." Boy No. 4’s body rapidly changed, his eyes bloodshot, his expression one of extreme agony, as if these names represented an unforgivable despair: "He’s the one who turned me into this!"

Shadows wriggled out from under Boy No. 4’s skin, his body growing beyond human confines, losing its basic humanoid shape.

"Is it him? Not them? Are you talking about Fu Sheng or Fu Tian?" Han Fei astutely noticed a detail: "Have you also forgotten everything related to Fu Sheng? Could I be the only living person who remembers that Fu Sheng existed?"

"Don’t go to Paradise! Paradise is the biggest conspiracy. The reward for completing all the games is— he will be resurrected in your body!"

Boy No. 4’s entire body collapsed, turning into a monster dominated by destructive urges, furiously slamming against the tightly shut window, losing all humanity.

"Red paint" flowing from the Painter’s arm wound trickled to the ground. The Painter stood with his back to the oil painting, blocking the window as Boy No. 4 collided with it.

A bizarre scene followed, the window painting began to meld, slowly seeping into the Painter’s back.

The silent Painter, during the process of merging with the window painting, kept his gaze fixed on Han Fei.

It was a crucial moment for him, any interference from Han Fei could have severe consequences.

A full ten seconds passed, Han Fei still stood by, making no move to intervene, and the Painter completed the final step of the fusion.

A scream from No. 4 emanated from the number "4" wound on his arm. The back of his shirt completely shattered, revealing a painted window on his spine, enclosing a wholly mad monster.

Each struggle of the monster fractured the Painter’s soul, but he quickly repaired himself, treating his body as if it were a painting, promptly fixing any damage with all he had.

"He still hasn’t told me everything! Why would the ultimate reward of Paradise be someone else being reborn in my body? Is the reborn person Fu Sheng, or the deceased Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, Fu Tian?"

Han Fei had undertaken the Shrine Inheritance Task of Fu Sheng, and he knew well that both Fu Sheng and his brother Fu Tian were rare geniuses. In some respects, Fu Tian was certainly not inferior to his brother Fu Sheng.

The Painter gazed deeply at Han Fei, his eyes hollow, said nothing to Han Fei, and walked toward the outside of the house.

As he passed, the walls around him began to fade, all paintings returned to normal, becoming lifeless, old and fragmented.

The sirens outside grew louder, and by the time Han Fei chased out of the room, the Painter had disappeared.

"No. 4, Self-destructive Personality, failed experiment, died on his eighteenth birthday. What else does this guy know?"

The sirens grew louder still, occasionally, beams of intense light pierced the darkness, shining down.

"Has the crew come in yet?" Han Fei looked around, then walked over to Li Huang, who was crouching in a corner. He squatted in front of Li Huang, looking into his eyes: "Can you get up? Help Alin up, and I will carry Wu Li."

"Han, Han Fei, what were those things just now?"

"You must have experienced an illusion, I saw you shouting at me as soon as I walked in."

"Impossible, impossible!" Li Huang shook her head repeatedly, clutching the walls, her nails digging into the paint of the paintings: "These paintings are alive! I saw those children walk out of the paintings with my own eyes."

"This is the latest visual deception technology, you’re just too tense. I suggest you relax tonight, play some more casual games." Han Fei spoke evenly, with a peculiar rhythm: "Have you played ’Perfect Life’?"

Li Huang’s condition gradually stabilized, she nodded: "I do play occasionally, I’m just a casual player."

"I’m also a casual gamer. Could you tell me your game ID and your birthday? We can play together tonight." Han Fei stood up and extended his hand to Li Huang.

Asking for the game ID was normal, but asking for the birthday at the same time felt somewhat off.

Li Huang paused, slightly embarrassed, but still disclosed all her information to Han Fei. After all, Han Fei had just saved her life.

As he grabbed Li Huang’s hand and carried Wu Li on his back, Han Fei took out a security guard’s cell phone to light the way as they headed upstairs.

Once he reached the second basement level, the live streaming returned to normal, and all of them were once again captured on camera.

When the live stream’s viewers saw Han Fei covered in blood, having rescued the others, the chat became as lively as a festival celebration.

In stark contrast to Han Fei, the live streams focusing on Bai Cha and Xiao Chen were much quieter.

The idol actor Xiao Chen was trapped beneath a cabinet on the second floor, foaming at the mouth, unconscious.

Bai Cha had abandoned everyone and hidden alone in a second-floor bathroom. His face pale with fear, he piled various objects against the door, clearly distressed.

Everyone disapproved of Bai Cha’s decision to abandon his teammates and flee alone. The chat claimed that he had used his teammates as bait to distract the monster, allowing himself to escape alone.

Many people cursed him in the chat, though some of Bai Cha’s fans argued that it was natural to get carried away when faced with danger.

However, after Han Fei rescued the others, those defending him all but disappeared.

People are all the same; their hearts are made of flesh, their blood runs hot; yet people are also different, some willing to stand up in the face of danger.

Han Fei’s actions were not about promoting heroism. Simply put, if the viewers were being chased by a murderer, would they prefer Han Fei as a teammate, or Bai Cha?

The live view count reached its peak, and Han Fei’s own popularity and visibility had increased again, as he steadily advanced towards becoming a second-tier actor.

Bai Cha and Han Fei used to be rivals, but after this night’s broadcast, probably no one would think they compared to Han Fei anymore.

Staff had intervened, and now the scenes in Bai Cha’s and Han Fei’s live streams were completely different. Ironically, Bai Cha still didn’t realize it was a live stream, thinking it was just filming.

He frantically barricaded the bathroom door with a toilet and a mop, tears staining his cheeks, cursing profusely.

At this point, Bai Cha’s stream seemed more like he was continuously whipping his own corpse. When the rescuers arrived and he learned the truth, he would probably faint.

A bright flashlight pierced the darkness, and all live streaming was interrupted when Han Fei met up with the staff.

The show had only reached the halfway point when all the streams went down, setting another record for Tang Yi.

Chaotic footsteps sounded, and the flashlight illuminated Han Fei as medical staff rushed over with portable medical equipment and immediately began checking the actors’ health.

Other staff members went to other parts of the building to rescue Bai Cha and Xiao Chen.

Han Fei, covered in "red paint," appeared severely injured, but in reality, he wasn’t hurt at all. His physical health was so good it even amazed the doctors.

"Han Fei! Are you okay?" Tang Yi and Director Jia Jia ran over from the entrance, their demeanor completely different from when they first met Han Fei—running quickly, faces filled with concern, treating Han Fei as if he were a national treasure.

"I’m fine. You should focus on the others." Han Fei was pondering the words of the fourth person, but Tang Yi grabbed his hand.

"Han Fei, can we step aside to talk?" Tang Yi’s hand was cold, his forehead sweaty, his heart racing. Normally known for his courage, he was genuinely terrified this time.

Without waiting for Han Fei to respond, Tang Yi quietly pulled him aside from the crowd. He grasped Han Fei’s hand, hiding a piece of paper with a number in his palm: "This is the account and password. I’ve prepared the money for you. You mustn’t speak of what happened in the show!"

"Not speak of it?"

"No matter who asks, you firmly claim everything was scripted!" Tang Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Bro, I really went too far this time. Halfway through the live stream, I nearly got banned. But there are two powers at play here that I simply cannot offend. One wanted to shut down the live stream immediately, but the other used their influence to stop them, seemingly wanting more people to see what was happening inside the Plastic Surgery Hospital."

"The Plastic Surgery Hospital was once built by Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. Those wanting to shut down the stream must be Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. Who could the other party be? Deep Space Technology collaborated with Eternal Life Pharmaceutical on ’Perfect Life’; they wouldn’t attack their own ally. Who else would dare confront someone as formidable as Eternal Life Pharmaceutical?" Han Fei looked at Tang Yi, but Tang Yi just shook his head.

"I dare not say, so don’t ask anymore." Tang Yi held onto Han Fei’s hand tightly. "Brother, once I get through this ordeal, I’ll definitely repay you well! If it wasn’t for your help this time, things could have turned out much worse!"

"Are you referring to the incident where the short security guard lost control and tried to kill Bai Cha during the live broadcast?"

"That’s only part of it. Don’t ask about the rest." Tang Yi’s voice trembled, showing he was truly frightened this time.

However, as an old hand, Tang Yi only allowed his panic to show in front of Han Fei. In front of the staff and reporters, he would regain his confident demeanor, acting as if everything were indeed scripted.

"Tang Yi seems to really know some insider details. When I’m free, I need to ask if he plays ’Perfect Life’?" Han Fei was the first to exit the Plastic Surgery Hospital. Several police cars were parked outside, Xinhu Police treating his security like they were guarding a major suspect.

Accompanied by an officer, Han Fei washed off the "red paint," changed into his own clothes, and retrieved his cellphone.

"Just past nine o’clock." Han Fei turned to look at the Plastic Surgery Hospital, shrouded in night. He had gained some crucial clues today and was already eager to delve into Deep World.

"The show’s been canceled; I guess no one will notice if I clock out early, right?"