My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 761: Death Art Contest

Chapter 761: Chapter 761: Death Art Contest

Having returned home, Han Fei logged into the game for the first time during the day.

Previously, he had been very resistant to entering the game, but since leaving Fu Sheng’s Memory Shrine, he had changed a lot.

He didn’t say it out loud, but he had already come to regard that deepest despair as his own home.

After a hearty meal, Han Fei put on the game helmet.

As the area was filled with a blood-red mist, Han Fei felt a tightness in his back as he logged into the game. The blood-colored creature that stood back-to-back with him seemed to climb onto his shoulder, its body slowly bending downwards.

"Someday I will see you," he muttered.

Upon opening his eyes, Han Fei found Cry and Ying Yue staring at him curiously, as if wondering why he had appeared so early today.

"Have you two become good friends now?" Han Fei touched the heads of the two children. Cry, with his recent growth spurts, had grown quite tall, almost resembling a big brother to Ying Yue.

"Yes," Cry gently responded. "In the building, we’re the closest in age, so we can talk a lot. I want to, after leaving the Deep World, have our graves placed closer together, so we could still come out and play together at night."

Such innocent words, but also very sincere.

With his "Left and Right Protectors," Han Fei ran straight to the edge of the Black Rain Area and entered a branch of Yimin Convenience Store run by Ying Long.

Lifting the lid off a soy sauce vat, Han Fei reached into the fractured skull, grabbing hold of Bu Kaixin’s soul by the neck.

"I went through so much trouble to find your mother for you, even paid for her treatment, and this is how you repay me?" Han Fei utilized Flower Language and the secret of touching the soul’s depths, but strangely, neither ability could detect Bu Kaixin’s problem—his soul harbored no malice, only deep regret.

"You said you’d go find your brother, but your mother said she only had one child, and his name is Bu Ming."

At hearing the name Bu Ming, Bu Kaixin, curled up at the bottom of the soy sauce vat, began to tremble all over.

"I originally thought your brother’s name was not Gao Xing," Han Fei said, clutching Bu Kaixin’s neck as he pulled him out of the shattered skull. "Who is Bu Ming? What else are you hiding?"

The soul trembled, and Bu Kaixin’s body, buried in the soy sauce vat, spread out an extensive amount of black veins, resembling the roots of a plant, spreading through the cracks of the vat as if trying to escape.

"If you run away, what will happen to your mother? Right now, the bastards from the Murder Club are trying everything to kill her. If it weren’t for me, your mother would have turned into a corpse an hour ago. You only have to tell me the truth so I can help you!"

Han Fei let go, and Bu Kaixin’s soul, like a small octopus, quickly withdrew back into the skull.

He only exposed his eyes outside, pleadingly looking at Han Fei.

"Bu Ming adjusts his emotions according to different situations. Do you see me as too kind, thinking I’m a good person, so you want to use this emotion to deal with me?"

His mouth turned upward in a smile, a gesture Han Fei usually reserved for when he was about to kill.

Bu Kaixin also felt that Han Fei had developed a killing intent. He felt extremely helpless. Though he thought he had escaped the torment of the Florist, he had unknowingly fallen into Han Fei’s maelstrom. In terms of murderous intent, Han Fei was more terrifying than any living person he had ever encountered.

It seemed knowing he had to do something or Han Fei would kill him, Bu Kaixin slowly crawled out from the skull. He plunged his hands into his chest, gradually prying open the shell of his soul to reveal his inner self.

His heart had turned into a multicolored seed, profoundly beautiful, containing a variety of emotions from the mortal world, bringing different colors to the Deep World.

"What are you making me look at? Do you want to offer your own heart?"

Upon hearing Han Fei’s words, Bu Kaixin shook his head repeatedly, enduring the pain as he plucked the seed from his atrium and held it in his palm.

The end of the seed was connected to Bu Kaixin’s soul, and its existence seemed solely to allow the seed to take root, sprout, blossom, and bear fruit.

With curiosity, Han Fei gently touched it, and a fragrant scent rushed to his face. The seed, nurtured in a decaying corpse, was as fresh and sweet as natural candy, and just touching it felt very comfortable.

"Something’s not right."

As Han Fei’s finger gradually applied pressure, beneath the beautiful exterior, the inside of the seed was dense with blood silk, like an eyeball that had been staying up for a month straight.

As the fresh scent faded, a thick, blood-like odor surged out of the tiny seed like a wave.

"Whose memory is this?"

Using the secret of touching the depths of the soul, with Bu Kaixin’s cooperation, Han Fei saw a completely different scene.

A person, bearing the same face as Bu Kaixin, was eating a bloody boxed meal, sitting inside a dark underground workshop.

The old walls were hung with various tools, and two wooden tables were placed in the center of the secret room. Above the tables on the ceiling hung a huge mirror ensuring that the victims lying on the tables could clearly see what they were undergoing.

Even more cruelly, the secret room was equipped with adrenaline, pain-enhancing drugs, and various emergency tools. The killer intentionally slowed down the killing process, turning death into a feast.

The scene shifted, and Bu Kaixin holding the boxed meal raised his head. His features matched the Bu Kaixin in front of Han Fei, but his aura was completely different. A heavy death intent accumulated within him, and even with each breath he took, the surrounding air would turn cold.

The scene within the soul shifted again. A person wearing a guinea pig mask entered the basement, pleased with Bu Kaixin’s performance, and spoke a few words.

"To become one of our core members, you must undergo such a test."

"Now that death has bloomed, you will be the most beautiful flower. When Xinhu turns into a sea of flowers, you shall be reborn in the new world."

Having taught himself lip reading, Han Fei barely managed to repeat the other’s words.

"I will escort you across the bridge."

The guinea pig mask placed a mirror in front of Bu Kaixin, "Are you willing to lose happiness and never be able to smile again?"

Bu Kaixin nodded, and then the him in the mirror started to smile, while he himself became even colder.

"Are you willing to be dominated by rage, to receive the blessing of the gods?"

"Are you willing to embrace death, chase after death, and spread death?"

"Are you willing to become your true self?"

Bu Kaixin smoothly answered the first few questions, but an unexpected problem occurred at the last question.

He nodded, wanting to become his true self, but the him in the mirror conflicted with his reality. Emotions that had been stripped away began to fight back, causing him to fall into madness and division, his facial expressions changing every second.

Picking up the tool from the wall, he scratched his face and stabbed his body, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t return to normal.

It wasn’t until his body was soaked in blood that a dazed expression emerged on Bu Kaixin’s face. The brutally insane version of him had disappeared, replaced by a foolish, silly big boy.

Guinea Pig Mask looked on with disappointment in his eyes.

"The mirror of the gods does not lie, the person you most wish to become is such a waste. I’m truly disappointed in you," he said.

Bu Kaixin, covered in blood, was pushed toward the mirror by the Guinea Pig Mask, and the scene within the seed ended there.

In the vat, Bu Kaixin curled up his body, somewhat fearfully looking at Han Fei, his "Heart Core" held in Han Fei’s hand, who could scatter his soul at any moment.

"Guinea Pig Mask is a core member; that mirror in his hand must be something from the Deep World, and the gods he mentioned are likely the Unspeakable from the Black Rain Area," he said.

Hatred, through special methods, can affect reality. The Unspeakable obviously can too, and the effects it causes are far more profound and terrifying than hatred.

"Those madmen seem to be searching for special living people."

With his brows slightly furrowed, Han Fei felt increasingly interested in the ghosts hidden deep within the Black Rain Area due to the intricate relationships it had with reality.

Without further exploiting Bu Kaixin, Han Fei placed him back under the Black Rain, and then went to the club.

Florist was not there, so Han Fei chatted with Dancer for a while.

He tried to extract useful information from Dancer, but the old man didn’t fall for it. He was only willing to teach Han Fei dance; he refused to speak about anything else.

As time passed, Han Fei elevated all his hobbies to a high level, squeezed in an F-grade ordinary mission in the Black Rain Area in his spare time, then hurriedly logged off as he had very important matters to attend to that day.

Exiting the game, Han Fei logged into his Sunshine Boy virtual account and checked the emails in the gray area.

"The offline meeting of the Death Management Group Chat is today. I should still make it if I go now," he said.

Putting on a set of clothes he had never worn before, Han Fei knew the place he was going to was dangerous; this time he didn’t trouble a taxi driver but rented a motorcycle and headed to Dolphin Bay alone.

While other people’s face-to-face internet meetings involved eating and drinking, Han Fei’s offline gathering was quite different.

Wearing the Joker mask he had snagged from Corpse Water Bay, Han Fei rode his motorcycle on the highway at high speed, appearing nothing like any normal person.

At half-past three in the morning, Han Fei arrived near Dolphin Bay according to the navigation; contrary to his expectations, the place still had quite a few residents. It wasn’t as desolate as imagined.

Avoiding the lights, Han Fei moved slowly in the darkness, like a giant crocodile lurking underwater. Wherever he went, the darkness slowly spread.

"The room where the girl died mentioned in the invitation is right here," he said.

The further north he walked, the fewer the lights. The locals seemed to know that a murder had occurred here, so they seldom came over.

Crossing the street, Han Fei parked his motorcycle in a back alley. He climbed over the courtyard wall and entered a very dilapidated neighborhood.

This was the place where the girl was murdered. However, due to various reasons, some residents still hadn’t moved out, mostly helpless elderly people.

"Why have the gathering in this place? Aren’t they afraid of being discovered?"

Upon entering Building Five, Han Fei looked at the various posters on the walls, the dirtiness and gloom forgotten by the mainstream all stuck there—black clinics, missing children, various contrabands—the filthy walls resembling a black market of some gray area.

"The era has developed too quickly, these corners have been neglected."

Pushing open the door on the third floor, Han Fei stopped at the entrance.

The floor between the third and the second floor had been hollowed out, and there was a large hole right at the entrance, where one might accidentally fall through.

"Am I the only one who came at this time?"

Han Fei looked inside the room. The yellowed walls were haphazardly painted with red paint that screamed "Give me back my life," while various pieces of furniture were piled up haphazardly, smeared with a large patch of black stuff—unclear whether it was bloodstains or mold.

Taking a breath, Han Fei walked forward along the corner of the wall; he first checked the kitchen and the bathroom, and finally pushed open the slightly ajar door of the bedroom.

A faint fishy smell wafted out from inside the room, Han Fei found that aside from him, there were four other people there.

A fisherman wearing black rubber shoes, a middle-aged man in a business suit, a female patient all skin and bones, and a scruffy-looking vagrant.

The four stood at the four corners of the bedroom, their faces turned towards a television set inside.

"Some people even came wearing masks—how professional," said the middle-aged man, carrying a briefcase, giving off the vibe of someone who had just clocked out and come to play a murder mystery game with friends.

"Hello, I am Shenhai," the fisherman smiled at Han Fei, revealing a mouthful of crooked teeth, his face extremely ugly, resembling a deep-sea fish.

Han Fei nodded his head; he had no intention of introducing himself.

"Aren’t there twenty people in the group? Why have only a few of us shown up?"

"Some didn’t dare to come, others came too early and went back to catch up on sleep," said the vagrant, scratching his dirty, tousled hair, and spit into the large hole in the middle of the bedroom.

The group looked towards the hole, and on the second floor surface were two bodies lying peacefully, presumably never to awaken again in this life.

Ten minutes later, the door of the third floor was pushed open again, and an ordinary old man walked in.

His eyes had been gouged out, usually living off begging, and he walked tremblingly, looking rather miserable.

"Is anyone there? I’m here to deliver a letter." The old man happened to stop right in front of the large hole by the entrance, one more step forward would have caused him to fall and be pierced by the exposed rebar.

"A letter?" Han Fei was the first to step forward, taking the letter from the old man’s hands, then ushered the old man out of the room.

"You are so kind; I really want to be friends with someone like you." The other four had initially looked forward to watching the old man, but due to Han Fei’s presence, the anticipated drama did not happen, leaving them somewhat displeased.

Han Fei didn’t care at all about what those people thought; he opened the letter, which contained only a very simple few lines.

"Congratulations on finding the correct time. This offline meeting mainly aims to select new core members. You will start the death art competition using this almost-abandoned town as your stage. The new Core Member of the Death Spread Group Chat will be among you twenty."