My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 746: Han Fei’s Stage

Chapter 746: Chapter 746: Han Fei’s Stage

The only person left in the world who knew the relationship between Du Jing, Fu Tian, and Fu Sheng was probably Han Fei. He had seen Du Jing and her daughter in the Memory Shrine, and the first impression they left on him was not bad.

"Not many of the old generation who were contemporaries with Fu Sheng are left, and Du Jing is only alive now thanks to the biotechnology of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. I feel like I should meet her. If I can get her on my side, many problems will be easily solved."

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was 3:40 in the early morning. After serious consideration, Han Fei sent Du Jing a message, "I know the name of that person and can also help you recover your forgotten memories, but how can I trust you?"

After sending the message, Han Fei planned to attend to other matters, but to his surprise, within just a few seconds, his phone was called through—a strange number initiating a video call with him.

"Should I answer?" To be frank, Han Fei wasn’t prepared at all. His finger lingered on the answer button for a long time, but he still pressed it.

Through the somewhat blurry video, an old lady’s figure appeared. She was sitting in a large room, with a glass wall through which an amusement park outside was visible.

"Hello, Han Fei, we meet again." Du Jing’s face was kind, and her eyes looked at Han Fei as if he were her own grandson. There was no trace of malice from her.

"I answered your call out of courtesy. Don’t forget, just a few hours ago, Eternal Life Pharmaceutical was ready to imprison me and push a colossal mistake onto me," Han Fei said. He wasn’t too fond of those two technology giants. They used advanced technology to form a monopoly and technological barriers; the technology that normal people could experience was just the part that was obsolete five years ago.

"Strictly speaking, I don’t have much to do with Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. The shares and voting rights I have were given by Fu Tian, and in the future, I shall pass them on to someone reliable," Du Jing said via the video, appearing to have no interest in wealth or power. She just seemed to want to have a chat.

"What Fu Tian left you is something many people would envy their whole lives. You and Eternal Life Pharmaceutical are already bound together." Han Fei didn’t want to dwell on this issue. He sat in his chair, expression serious, "I will help you solve your puzzles and tell you the real answers, not because I want something from you, but because that person once considered you as one of his few friends."

Having experienced Fu Sheng’s past, Han Fei knew how desperate Fu Sheng had been. In that pain, the friends he could confide in were few—his stepmother, his brother Fu Tian, and the girl Du Jing he had saved, likely the last one.

Listening to Han Fei, Du Jing went silent, with a deep hidden pain flashing in her eyes, "But why... have I forgotten him?"

"This was the path he chose for himself." Han Fei, observing the situation on Du Jing’s side through the screen and confirming that she was alone in the room, decided to reveal the truth to her: "Fu Tian had an elder brother named Fu Sheng. He is the true owner of the Black Box, and Eternal Life Pharmaceutical belongs to the two brothers."

"Fu Sheng?" Du Jing furrowed her brows. She had no recollection of this name in her mind, as if she was hearing it for the first time.

"There are too many secrets buried in Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. If you look carefully, you should be able to find some traces," Han Fei said, ready to hang up the phone, but at this moment, Du Jing stopped him.

"Wait a moment." This old lady from Fu Sheng’s generation took out a piece of paper full of symbols from behind her, "In the days before his death, Fu Tian seemed to know he wouldn’t last long, so he entrusted me with this map. He said he had made a grave mistake, and all related to him would come to a bad end. The only solution was on this map. But I’ve never been able to understand the words and meanings indicated, do you know what this map is about?"

After staring at the map for a while, Han Fei silently utilized his Master-level Acting. He knew very well that this was the map of the Deep World, more detailed than the one left by Fu Sheng in the Building Chief’s room at Happiness Residential Community, marking more dangerous areas.

The Death Building, Plastic Surgery Hospital and Paradise were on the edge of the map, adjacent to them was a black area covered in symbols, of which Han Fei could only recognize one word—"Ghost."

That black area was vast, with three buildings marked in red: a dilapidated ancestral house, a towering skyscraper, and a chain store of a club.

"I don’t know, perhaps you could look into some ancient tomes." Relying on his eidetic memory, Han Fei memorized part of the content of the map while speaking.

"Are you really unaware?" As if intentionally allowing Han Fei to see more clearly, Du Jing spread out the map with both hands, showing it to him: "Fu Tian had three children, five grandsons, and four granddaughters. He told me to choose the most capable among these descendants and then pass the map and a portion of the shares to that person. But from my observations, none of his offspring are up to this task. Instead, among the children he adopted, some are very capable, describable as geniuses."

"You shouldn’t be telling these things to an outsider like me, should you?" Han Fei continued to glance at the map, multitasking.

"Eternal Life Pharmaceutical used to do some really dirty stuff, like picking out certain orphans, maximizing their potential, and nurturing them into talents..."

"What are you trying to say?" Han Fei’s tone changed, realizing Du Jing knew far more than he had expected.

"Nothing in particular, I was just saying. Only Fu Tian himself knew the details about those children. However, it is said that during the nurturing process, there was a very nasty incident, and all those who knew about it died under mysterious circumstances, including Fu Tian, the last one to know the truth..." Du Jing folded up the map and didn’t continue further.

"Stop beating around the bush; just get to the point," Han Fei stared intently at Du Jing. The memories related to Blood-colored Night were Kuangxiao’s biggest secret and probably the main reason why Han Fei and Kuangxiao ended up the way they were now.

"I want to verify some things with you, but it might require your full cooperation," Du Jing put away the map. "Don’t be hasty in refusing. Some situations have indeed gotten quite bad; I hope you can consider this carefully."

"Quite bad?"

"The era we live in is facing an unprecedented division: between people, between humanity and technology, among different ideas and beliefs. Everywhere is filled with anger and unrest, currently just masked by a surface prosperity. Once that false prosperity is ripped away, all these negative emotions will ignite."

"Isn’t that just because you big shots are squeezing too hard?" Han Fei remembered his life before obtaining the Black Box; after being laid off by the company, his citizen profile was filled with negative evaluations by his former employer saying he was antisocial, difficult to get along with, had a terrible personality, and suffered from severe social anxiety and autism.

These negative evaluations directly resulted in him being unable to find any job afterward. If it weren’t for Director Jiang pulling him into acting, he couldn’t even have gotten a role as an extra.

As the era rapidly progresses, citizen information has public ratings, and everyone has their own labels—or rather, everyone strives for a certain label. Many people live like marionettes, with machines increasingly resembling humans, and humans, in turn, more and more resembling machines.

"Technological advancements will inevitably lead to all kinds of situations, but now these contradictions are being exploited by some very terrifying forces. They aren’t thinking about solving problems, but rather, they want to warp the kind of people who will become problematic," Du Jing opened a virtual projection screen, strangely, the information webpages Du Jing saw were totally different from those accessible to the average person: "On the same day the ’Perfect Life’ had a glitch, several super-criminals who had gone off the radar re-appeared in Xinhu, telling the city’s decision-makers in various ways that they were back."

Han Fei glanced at the webpage Du Jing was showing. Just last night, the Smart District suffered nearly a hundred thousand cyberattacks. As violent incidents skyrocketed, residents’ sense of happiness gradually declined, and signs of chaos were emerging.

"With everyone in the citizen information database and Smart Brain’s identity recognition, how can these people still be at large?" The cases Han Fei had helped the police solve previously were mostly cold cases from a decade or more ago when the technology for criminal investigation was nowhere as developed as now.

"Many people don’t like being monitored; there are even those who have dug out their identity chips and fled all technology, living in the extensive abandoned buildings in the outskirts. These are the types of people super-criminals love to exploit the most," Du Jing casually pulled up a few news articles: "Murder Club, Sunday Night School, Cocoon House Hacker, Death Spread Group Chat... In places invisible and unsearchable to ordinary citizens, more frightening criminals than ever are appearing in large numbers, and they are getting closer to the urban areas."

"This is the first time I’m hearing about these things you’ve mentioned."

"It seems as if history is about to repeat itself. I hope that this city we live in doesn’t end up the same as before," Du Jing reminisced about the past: "The last time chaos struck, Fu Tian and those people stood up; this time, I wonder who will take the stage."

"Aren’t stages generally reserved for actors?" Han Fei didn’t have the same high-level access as Du Jing, unable to search many things. However, he was brothers with Huang Ying, who should be able to help him sort these out.

"I’m looking forward to it as well," Du Jing smiled at Han Fei, as kindly and affably as when they first met: "This number is my personal number; if you change your mind, you can always reach out to me."

Du Jing ended the call. Han Fei sat alone in his chair, and after a moment of thought, he reached out to Huang Ying, ready to head to the suburbs tonight to see for himself what these Murder Clubs were all about.

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In a remedial class inside an old building in the North Suburb, Shen Luo, who was sitting in the back row, sneezed. He looked at his classmates, his calves trembling uncontrollably.

He kept feeling as though he hadn’t come out of the game; after all, who accidentally goes to see a doctor and encounters a class full of psychos?