My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 622: That Day, He Waited for That Person (Happy Lantern Festival!)

Chapter 622: Chapter 622: That Day, He Waited for That Person (Happy Lantern Festival!)

Bizarre and grotesque floats passed along the fixed track, those terrifying vehicles seemed to carry nightmares, surging towards the sunlight under the torrents of destiny, and finally disappearing from Han Fei’s view.

With the aid of technology and various props, the grand parade was overwhelming to Han Fei.

"Each float has been meticulously designed, as if representing segments of Fu Sheng’s and Fu Tian’s memories. Now that Fu Sheng has been forgotten by the mortal world, only these floats remain, repeating the past over and over again."

Knowing part of the truth, Han Fei could see what those floats implied. For instance, one float had thirty-one children’s face balloons hanging on it, and it was shaped like a black house, likely representing the orphanage’s thirty-one children. An actor dressed in a tutor’s robe and wearing a black mask sang an opera composed by an ancient philosopher, caressing the head balloons. The role he played was either Fu Sheng or Fu Tian.

Another float was decorated like a memorial hall, with a blank memorial portrait at its center. In front of the portrait stood three actors, two men and one woman. The eldest brother wore pure black clothes, the second sister draped in blood-red, and only the youngest brother appeared normal.

The old lady said all these floats were designed by Fu Tian, but now that Fu Tian also had died, perhaps the only person in the world who could truly understand the meaning of these floats was Han Fei.

"Times change, and who knows how many more times this parade can be seen," the old lady said, leaning on the railing, her murky eyes filled with complex emotions. "After Fu Tian’s death, his children and major shareholders took over the company, and this loss-making Paradise is likely to be shut down. The parade, which goes on day after day, rain or shine, might also disband."

"That would indeed be quite a pity. Fu Tian must have put a lot of heart into designing this Paradise."

"It’s not exactly a pity; he rebuilt this Paradise just to wait for someone. If he really met that person, then the mission of Paradise would be complete," the old lady said, her gaze filled with complex emotions shifting from the parade to Han Fei. "Did Fu Sheng really exist? Can you tell me what kind of person he was?"

"Yes, I might be the only person in the world who still remembers him. This Paradise was built for him, and Eternal Life Pharmaceutical once belonged to him," Han Fei thought for a moment. "I don’t agree with many of his methods, nor do I think he was perfect, but I have to say, he protected all of you."

"It seems... there indeed was such a person in my life," the old lady turned back to the departing parade. "I had already forgotten, but the night before last I had a dream, a very strange dream. In that dream, my mother had not passed away, all the despair I experienced was altered, and even though I was still old, I was happy and content. The dream felt incredibly real, as if it had truly happened."

"A dream?" The night before last was when Han Fei was doing the Shrine Inheritance Task. When Wang Ping’an completed the Shrine Inheritance Task, he too had a similar dream. It seemed like the Deep World might also be connected to the deepest secrets of dreams.

With some uncertainty, Han Fei asked, "Did you meet Fu Sheng in your dream?"

"Not only the Fu Sheng you mentioned, but also Fu Tian, and... you."

The sun rose gradually, the sunlight swallowed the eerie parade floats, all "nightmares" vanished in the light, leaving only the railway firmly on the ground.

The parade disbanded, and several staff members, including Tao Tao, approached Han Fei.

"Teacher Han, we are very sorry, but we have just received orders from above, starting from today the park is to be permanently closed, and it will be completely sealed off."

"We hope you can cooperate with us in our work, Han Fei."

"Sorry, this way, please."

The staff members separated Han Fei and the old lady, and as they prepared to take Han Fei away, the old lady who stood by the railing spoke again.

Pointing at the railway on the ground, she said something very odd to Han Fei.

"This Paradise was designed by Fu Tian; he named everything in it. Like this railway that carries the floats, fixed to the ground, unchangeable by anyone, its name is Destiny."

Han Fei frowned slightly, wanting to talk more with the old lady, but after speaking, she walked towards the distance.

The sunlight engulfed Paradise completely. Han Fei was ushered out by the staff, while the old lady sat silently on a bench in the center of Paradise, watching everything.

After Han Fei left the Paradise, the old lady looked at the two health wristbands she wore on her wrist.

The newest was a monitoring wristband provided by Eternal Life Pharmaceutical for new drug trial participants. The other, looking quite worn, seemed to be an early generation health wristband from more than a decade ago. This item appeared to hold special significance to the old lady, so even though it was obsolete, she never took it off, wearing it all the time.

"Fu Sheng, Fu Tian..."

The old lady gently touched the worn wristband, which emitted a faint glow. After entering a series of complex symbols, two saved messages appeared before the old lady’s eyes.

Sender Fu Tian – At the moment when memories converge, the fixed fate shall fluctuate, and Paradise will wait for the one who should appear. After my death, please remember, no matter what, you must kill that person. He is the despair of the whole world, the Natural Enemy of all virtual undying consciousnesses. He will become the greatest Disaster in the world, bringing irreversible horror and misfortune. Kill him! Destroy everything of his!

Sender ??? – Perhaps at this moment, no one remembers me, but fortunately, Paradise should have waited for the one who should appear. He is the answer to everything, and I hope you can help him, help him with all your might, to go further than I did, to places I’ve never been.

Two messages, one the last request from Fu Tian, the old lady’s closest friend before his death, and the other from an unknown stranger, with completely conflicting messages.

"I’m really not sure if another person exists, but I clearly remember that it wasn’t Fu Tian who put this wristband on me."

The old lady looked for a long time but did not make a decision; her hand gently stroked the bracelet, and everything returned to its original state.

...

Han Fei had not expected to encounter Du Jing’s daughter in Paradise, let alone that she had actually dreamed of him in her dreams, which he found very strange.

"Does the Deep World connect with the deepest reaches of human dreams? Wang Ping’an seemed to have dreamed of me too, and Butterfly even left the Deep World through a nightmare. Where exactly is the Deep World?"

"Perfect Life" uploaded people’s consciousness, with the ultimate pursuit being the eternal life of thought, and the reason Deep Space Technology and Eternal Life Pharmaceutical were able to develop "Perfect Life" owed much to Fu Sheng’s possession of the Black Box and his past entry into the Deep World.

"Exploring the Deep World can be put on hold for now; next, I need to focus on taking down Paradise and connecting it with the Plastic Surgery Hospital and the Death Building."

Han Fei hadn’t yet traveled to farther places; he had opened the map given to him by the system, and the areas he had explored were just an insignificant fraction of the entire Deep World.

Turning his head to look at Paradise for the last time, Han Fei was even more astonished to find a Joker standing at the fence.

The Joker was wearing brightly colored clothes, with exaggerated makeup, lips painted red, grinning and laughing at Han Fei.

"It’s him again?"

Han Fei hurried towards the fence, but by the time he got there, the Joker had vanished without a trace, leaving only a human-faced balloon at the spot.

He took down the balloon, which had a red cross painted over the face picture, while the other side had a number "11" stuck to it.

"Is this Joker a child from the Orphanage? Is his number ’11’?"

Before Han Fei could confirm his thoughts, the balloon suddenly exploded, and the red powder inside sprinkled everywhere. A small piece of paper also fell out.

"The one who wants to kill you will always want to kill you, and even if you don’t die, he will kill you over and over again, hehe."

The words on the note were cut from different places, and it was impossible to judge anything from the handwriting.

"Does someone want to kill me?"

Han Fei put away the note and did not enter Paradise again; he took a car and left.

Upon returning to the Old City District, Han Fei found the neighborhood where he resided surrounded by reporters, impenetrable, and he realized how high his popularity had become.

"Last night’s live broadcast gained me a lot of followers, and as my influence continues to grow, my voice will be heard by more and more people." Han Fei had always been quietly accumulating power, waiting for the day when the fame and trust he had hoarded would become his greatest asset.

After logging into his social media account, Han Fei saw tens of thousands of private messages, which he could not respond to without a team.

Seven actors participated in last night’s live broadcast, and now not a single one of them had issued a statement, only Tang Yi openly said that it was actually a script, that everything was arranged.

Of course, netizens didn’t believe it, but since the parties involved chose to keep silent, it was hard for others to dig up anything.

Han Fei also had no plans to add fuel to the fire online; he had always been honest and only did what he should.

Checking his personal bank account, Tang Yi not only paid Han Fei in advance, but last night he also gave Han Fei an additional "live broadcast share."

The seven-figure one-time share surprised Han Fei; he had not expected to make that much money.

"How much Hidden Virtue can this be converted into?"

After reserving a portion, Han Fei contacted the Xinhu Police in the car, planning to donate this large sum of money through the Xinhu Police to those who truly needed help.

Li Xue, who answered Han Fei’s call, was stunned by his request, surprised by Han Fei’s earning potential and even more so by his choice.

Nowadays, Han Fei had an exceptionally good reputation with the Xinhu Police; almost everyone who had heard of his deeds would give him a thumbs up, finding it unbelievable that such a person could exist.

Of course, Han Fei didn’t tell the other party that he was doing it for Hidden Virtue, emphasizing more that he was moved after deeply engaging with the victims’ families and thus wanted to help more people.

The taxi did not drive into the neighborhood but went directly to the Xinhu City Sub-bureau. With each collaboration and deeper understanding, Han Fei’s relationship with the Xinhu Police grew stronger, and they sincerely felt that Han Fei was a genuinely good person who was nearly impossible to become a super criminal.