My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 749 This is too blatant

Chapter 749: Chapter 749 This is too blatant

Han Fei, before the police arrived, used some techniques he learned from the Deep World to pry open the mouth of one of the students.

The so-called Sunday Night School is a very peculiar organization, where the teachers were once students themselves, entrenched in remote suburbs, spreading like a virus.

At first, these people only exchanged ideas verbally and never took any real action, but as the curriculum deepened, they started with small animals and gradually moved their target to living humans.

Just like the welcome ceremony Doctor Bai prepared for Shen Luo, their initial victims of torture and murder were all criminals. Once their inner sense of injustice and anger was vented, their blood-stained hands fell into the trap woven by "Doctor Bai" without their knowledge, step by step they broke through the bottom line of humanity and transformed into monsters.

These twisted madmen all have their own identities by day, usually as ordinary people as can be, only revealing their true selves on Sunday nights after shedding their guises.

Sunday Night School provided them with a reason for slaughter, needing no coercion, as many of them couldn’t wait for the next Sunday after attending one "practical class."

In the end, all beginnings came full circle as they stepped down into the depths of the Abyss.

Each teacher was in charge of several students, these ordinary academies were just monsters and cannon fodder cultivated by the night school. To truly lift the veil of the Sunday Night School, one had to catch a "Tutor."

Only at the Tutor level would one understand the true secrets of the Sunday Night School.

After confirming repeatedly, Han Fei sat amidst a crowd of perverts. Most of the students had never hunted independently; they were still at the theoretical stage, with the "Tutor" leading the team each time for a joint offense.

"No matter how you look at it, they’re accomplices to murder and will probably spend the second half of their lives in a cell," mused Han Fei as he flipped through the students’ clothes and mobile phones. It was hard for him to imagine that among these perverts, some had happy families, some had just become fathers, and some were even award-winning role models. The contrast between their current state and the happy images on their phones was stark.

Flipping through the phones searching for clues, Han Fei was just casually looking, but when he reached the barbecue shop owner’s phone, his eyes narrowed slightly as he stumbled upon an unexpected finding.

"What is this?" Han Fei put a text message, looking like gibberish, in front of the barbecue shop owner, the chaotic background of the message was a club, but the club’s center featured a cracked skull.

"I don’t know," the barbecue shop owner lay on the ground, barely able to move his neck and mouth as Han Fei had been too heavy-handed.

"Why doesn’t your wife have this message on her phone, and why did you join other activities behind her back?" Han Fei checked others’ phones and found similar messages on the "Artist’s" phone.

Compared to the barbecue shop owner, the Artist was in deeper trouble. After completing his new piece "Looking Down on People from a Dog’s Perspective," he took a photo of it immediately, then sent it to the club via some special messaging channel.

"Not only are you a part of the Sunday Night School, but you’re also a member of this club? You’re quite a busy man, huh?" Han Fei pinned the "Artist" to the ground. Just as he was about to extract some information, the Artist’s phone screen lit up with a new message received.

Still displaying that odd club icon, the sender sent him a review and a score.

"The piece ’Looking Down on People from a Dog’s Perspective,’ score 1.5. Under the guise of art, it reveals crude workmanship, a mindless venting of inner anger, tainting death itself. The piece cannot be accepted into the collection, but you can exchange it for a chance to visit and a free drink. Please make use of it before dawn tonight."

As soon as Han Fei finished reading the reply, the message turned into gibberish, leaving only the background icon.

"Death comes with a score? These people are seriously twisted," Han Fei mused. Having stayed in the Old City District because of a lack of money, he rarely ventured out and mostly stayed at home playing video games, as did the vast majority of the district’s residents.

Touching the screen, Han Fei wasn’t even ready when the gibberish reconfigured into an address and then self-destructed.

"North Suburb Corpse Water Bay number seventeen?"

Han Fei searched online to no avail for the address and had to continue using the virtual identity provided by Huang Ying to delve deeper, eventually finding a place called Shishui Bay.

Shishui Bay was at the northernmost point of Xinhu, adjacent to the undeveloped Huhai North, with complex water conditions and many cliffs and sheer drops. The area had been abandoned for nearly thirty years.

"That place indeed makes an excellent venue for killing and hiding bodies."

Han Fei planned to continue searching, but his virtual identity access was suddenly overridden and the web page returned to normal.

Seconds later, Huang Ying’s encrypted call came through: "Han Fei, did you see something you shouldn’t have with the access I gave you?"

"Just checked an address."

"That’s all?"

"That address seems to be where the Murder Club meets."

"No wonder..." Huang Ying spoke somewhat embarrassingly, "The screening of virtual permissions is very strict lately. The access I lent you belonged to my dad. I don’t have the clearance to breach the information cocoon woven by the Smart Brain myself."

"Did he revoke the access?"

"Yes, and he also cautioned me not to leave the Smart District lately, saying there’s going to be big trouble in Xinhu." Huang Ying’s call was also to inform Han Fei of this: "The two tech giants have started making their moves, and chaos is about to ensue. You should also avoid wandering about and stay under police protection for now."

"Okay, got it." Han Fei hung up the call, his mind still fixated on that address: "The Artist sent his work to them, and they told him he’s got a chance to visit. They reminded him to go before dawn."

With the police already called and Doctor Bai having fled, the people from the Sunday Night School and the Death Club would likely be warned. The address he obtained could be important tonight.

"The map that Du Jing showed me also had a club on it, but that was on the Deep World’s map..." Pondering various issues in his mind, Han Fei ultimately made a decision. He was going to visit Shishui Bay right away.

After securing the barbecue shop owner, Han Fei stuffed his and the Artist’s mobile phones into his pocket and headed downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Shen Luo hurriedly followed.

"Do I need to report my whereabouts to you? You better think about how you’re going to explain yourself to the police later on. One wrong step and you could be mistaken for one of their accomplices."

"I really have been wronged, and I didn’t mean to point the knife at you just now." Shen Luo revealed the butterfly scar on his arm: "Ever since I got this scar, I’ve felt like there’s a monster trying to emerge from my body, a giant butterfly engulfed in malice, feeding on my innermost fears. The more I resist, the happier it becomes."

"Butterfly scar?" When Han Fei had sent Shen Luo away, he had seemed very normal, at least mentally healthy, but now it was clear that there was a significant problem: "How did you get a butterfly mark on your body?"

"I don’t know either! I’m really feeling aggrieved! As soon as I logged off the game, I received hundreds of very disturbing private messages, and someone even mailed parcels full of bugs to my house. My neighbors think I’m not normal either." Men don’t easily shed tears, but Shen Luo, not yet at his breaking point, felt deeply wronged.

Han Fei stared at Shen Luo. He also believed that Shen Luo was not lying, but why was it that only Shen Luo had problems when other players were fine?

However, recalling Shen Luo’s special constitution, Han Fei came to terms with it. Perhaps after the consciousness of the dream fragmented, it randomly sought to attach itself to someone, and it chose Shen Luo.

"I have butterflies flying in my mind, and I occasionally hear hysterical laughter. I feel like I’ve been driven to the cliff edge by the two most terrifying devils. If I weren’t pushed to the limit, I wouldn’t have desperately sought help," Shen Luo said, feeling quite helpless as he had become the target of many psychopaths’ obsessions.

"You showed your face on a live broadcast across the platform and have that butterfly wound on you. It’s normal for those madmen to become fixated on you, probably mistaking you for someone else," Han Fei could somewhat understand why Shen Luo attracted the attention of psychopaths.

"Yeah, some of them even call me master. Just thinking that the other person could be a psychotic murderer makes my skin crawl."

Feeling sorry for the miserable state Shen Luo was in, Han Fei was a bit embarrassed; he had not known about Kuangxiao’s actions towards Shen Luo or that they had encountered each other at Fu Sheng’s Shrine. He even thought that it was his own repeated personality reshaping that had caused Shen Luo to break down.

"Having a butterfly mark on you isn’t safe to leave you alone here, and that Doctor Bai might not have gone far," Han Fei didn’t dare to leave Shen Luo alone and after a moment of thought, he said, "You’ve been under a lot of stress lately. How about I take you somewhere to relax?"

"Where to relax?" Shen Luo looked at Han Fei with hopeful eyes: "I actually really want to go home, but it feels like there’s a ghost in my house. Maybe I should commit a crime and go to jail instead."

"I’m taking you to a good place, a club that very few people know about, where the stakes are high." Han Fei grabbed the barbecue shop owner’s car keys, and led Shen Luo downstairs.

"Really?" Shen Luo followed Han Fei down the stairs: "Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for us to go there right now? There’s just been a murder here, and we might end up bringing the police over."

"Don’t worry, I’m quite familiar with the police," Han Fei patted Shen Luo on the shoulder, took out his phone to call Li Xue, and told her the license plate and model of the modified car, as well as the situation here.

After reporting, he got into the barbecue shop’s car and had Shen Luo sit in the passenger seat.

"Are we really going?" Shen Luo was unsure, but he indeed needed some relaxation; his nerves had been on edge for so long that he was almost at his limit.

"Of course."

The vehicle started, and Han Fei drove to the even more remote outskirts of the North Suburb, following the navigation.

After half an hour’s drive, with no lights on either side of the road and darkness all around, Shen Luo, who had been holding back the entire way, finally could not help but speak up: "Han Fei, are you sure you’re taking me somewhere to relax?"

"Yeah, we’re almost there, don’t worry."

"The club you mentioned, is it the same as the clubs I’m imagining?" Shen Luo clutched the seatbelt, somewhat nervous.

"Whether it’s the same or not, I don’t know, but there are performances that are very explicit and unrestrained." Han Fei said with a smile, very calm.

"I can’t believe you’re that kind of person... I didn’t bring any money, and I’ve lost my phone. Can you lend me some later?" Shen Luo asked quietly, but Han Fei didn’t respond; instead, he turned the car into a side road.

The night breeze carried a faint stench; they were getting close to Huhai.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and the GPS completely lost its signal.

After navigating through several intersections, following the cues on the road signs from a deranged point of view, Han Fei found a way, and they finally stopped at an abandoned resort near the bay.

To call it a resort was a misnomer; there were no signs of human life, and many once-luxurious buildings were now dilapidated.

"We’re here." Han Fei handed the barbecue shop owner’s phone to Shen Luo, "Cover up the Butterfly wound. Your identity now is the barbecue shop owner, and you’re a pervert."

"What do you mean? Role-playing?" When Shen Luo looked up again, he found that Han Fei had already adopted a different expression, his pathological twist in the eyes almost spilling over, clearly not a good person.

"Don’t be like that; I’m a little scared..."

"Stick close to me." Without wasting words, Han Fei led Shen Luo into Shishui Bay.

They passed building after building until they stopped in front of an abandoned hotel.

Even in its dereliction, it was still possible to discern the past splendor of the hotel, probably a playground for the truly wealthy only.

"This is number seventeen?"

As they entered the hotel with heads bowed, the dim light shone on Han Fei and Shen Luo. To their left, the wall was covered with various masks, and to their right hung unopened isolation gowns and protective suits.

"Why are there two of you? Shouldn’t it be just one person?" A shrill voice came from not far away, and a man dressed in strange black attire walked out of a room wearing a parrot mask, "Never mind, after you choose your masks, just follow me downstairs. If you’re worried about dirtying your clothes, you can wear a protective suit. Are you using your own tools, or will you use what we provide?"

"What can you provide?"

"Anything." The parrot-masked man laughed unpleasantly. He kicked a cabinet nearby carelessly, and a variety of torture instruments tumbled to the floor, "Once you’ve made your selection, come join us. You’re in luck—just in time for the last show before dawn."

The parrot-masked man led the way, Han Fei found a short knife that suited him, but Shen Luo still stood in place, clutching Han Fei’s clothes tightly, "What kind of place did you bring me to?!"

"What’s the matter?" Han Fei swung the short knife effortlessly, "Didn’t you want to see an explicit performance?"