My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 780: Twisted, Deformed, Sinful

Chapter 780: Chapter 780: Twisted, Deformed, Sinful

Han Fei didn’t want to stray too far from the first floor, but every time he prepared to enter the corridor, the old man would stop him.

Those corridors, which appeared safe, seemed to harbor an intense murderous intent, as if one would be killed upon entering.

The Big Evil in the Ghost Pattern continually warned Han Fei, making it seem as if there was no safe place in the entire building.

"We can’t go up any further, the group of Messengers is about to return."

Han Fei faintly heard footsteps coming from downstairs, and by this time, he and the old man had reached the fourth floor.

Looking into the interior of the floor, cramped residences, various small shops from decades ago, a dental clinic, a pharmacy, an unmarked gambling house, and more were crowded together.

The bottom floor of this skyscraper perfectly mirrored the lower strata of the city, or perhaps it could be described as the lower strata of an era.

Walking here was like arriving at the Xinhu Old City District decades ago—dilapidated, dirty, crowded, and with terrible security.

"We’re out of time, let’s hide on this floor."

"The number four isn’t very auspicious. Many buildings don’t even have a fourth floor," the old man shook his head, goose bumps forming on his neck as his body grew increasingly colder. "Let’s go up a bit more."

The stench in the air grew richer, as if it was a mix of rotting mud and meat.

Guided by the old man, Han Fei reached the fifth floor. The hallways here were adorned with white banners, and the walls were covered in large amounts of white cloth, filled with blood and tears of accusation.

The accusations seemed related to the sixth floor, as the people there caused the residents below to be unable to live normally, breaking many families and leaving children orphaned, with even babies being abandoned.

The passageway between the fifth and sixth floors was blocked by a pile of miscellaneous items, but a closer look revealed a narrow path barely passable for a person.

As Han Fei and the old man hesitated about whether to hide on the fifth floor, a door in the fifth-floor hallway suddenly opened.

An old metal door, even when carefully pushed open, still made a noise, and moments later, a clean-shaven man quietly stepped out of the room.

He seemed worried about waking his family members and neighbors, so he moved very quietly.

"Is this one of the residents? He doesn’t seem any different from normal people," Han Fei had initially thought the building was fully occupied by monsters, but the real situation differed from his imagination. The clean man appeared ordinary, greed and desire visible in his eyes.

The elder and Han Fei quietly hid and observed from the shadows.

After sneaking out of his room, the clean man carefully climbed over the pile of debris. Like a bee attracted to pollen, he moved the blocking trash and sneakily made his way from the fifth to the sixth floor.

"This guy is just like a fly attracted to rotten meat; definitely up to no good."

The elder signaled Han Fei to mind his own business and find a place to hide first, but Han Fei, watching the direction in which the clean man went, softly said, "Let’s follow him."

"What are you plotting now?"

"He looks weak. Maybe we can kidnap him, hide in his place, or dress in his clothes and skin, then move around the building using his identity. It’d be safer," Han Fei casually revealed his plan, his agile thinking and adaptable methods shocking the elder, who could tell this young man was up to no good.

Following the clean man, Han Fei and the old man also maneuvered through the gaps in the pile of debris to the sixth floor.

The strange odor in the air not only persisted but also intensified, mixing the fragrances of food, decay, and cosmetics into a nauseating concoction.

The lighting on the sixth floor was dim, not the normal white or yellow, but an ambiguous dark red.

"This floor seems much livelier than the others," Han Fei said, crouching and peeking around the corner.

The clean man seemed mentally unstable; he touched each door, as if observing marks on them.

Passing by a pitch-dark room, he suddenly stopped, then pulled something out of his pocket and slid it through the door crack.

Seconds later, the battered door opened, and a pale white arm stretched out from inside, hooking around the clean man’s neck and pulling him inside.

"Did you see that?" the old man pointed nervously at the spot where the man vanished. "There’s a big beast living in that room; what just came out looked like its forelimb."

Hearing the old man’s words, Han Fei furrowed his brows slightly; it seemed that he and the old man saw different things. What the old man saw might be the true form of the monster.

"Old man, we’re practically brothers in arms now, trusting each other with our lives. I still don’t know how to address you."

"No comment," the old man, frightened by Han Fei, always felt Han Fei was full of schemes and dared not reveal his details to him.

"I’m really not a bad person; you can trust me completely." Han Fei knew more words were useless, so he didn’t insist any further.

An old man and a young man entered the hallway on the sixth floor, stopping at the door of the room where the clean man had disappeared.

Originally dark, a dim red light lit up at the room’s entrance after the man entered, and the strange smell in the air grew much stronger.

"This floor reminds me of a place I used to live when I was a child—equally chaotic, equally dirty, equally disgusting," the old man glanced deeper into the corridor.

Some rooms had their doors open, filled with mold and used as garbage dump sites.

Others had been converted into passageways. Opening a door in one of these rooms might lead somewhere else.

"It smells terrible," Han Fei stared at the crack under the door, where, shortly after the clean man entered, some moisture seeped out, mixed with dark red bloodstains.

"Shall we hide here? There seem to be many vacant rooms on this floor," Han Fei walked a few more steps inward, where the ground was covered with numerous shoeprints and mud stains, and filth was visible all along the walls. Where three corridors intersected, a decayed wooden sign stood, painted with two characters—Red Alley.

Around the sign lay torn underwear, broken hair, and some stinking chunks of meat.

Han Fei initially had no intention of entering, but just then, the old-style elevator next to a corridor made a noise as someone from another floor seemed to be coming by elevator.

"Hide!"

The two hid in an empty room next to them before the elevator doors opened, crouching behind a pile of trash and carefully observing the outside.

The old elevator, continuously making creaking noises, gradually came to a halt. The rusted sliding elevator door was violently opened, and a burly man wearing a pig-faced mask and chef’s attire stepped out. He dragged a huge black suitcase with his left hand and held a large red exquisite lunchbox with his right.

"Damn, it’s so hot!" The man’s chef outfit was covered in yellowish-brown marks, and his voice was extremely crude. His arms were deformed, with his left arm distinctly thicker than his right.

The man, cursing under his breath, dragged his suitcase into Red Alley. He did not stop in front of the rooms with the lights on, but kicked away various debris on the ground and walked directly to the next corner of the corridor.

Soon, the sound of a room door opening was heard, followed by a woman’s scream.

It seemed like someone forcefully covered the woman’s mouth, as the scream gradually quietened down, but was still faintly audible.

"Player number 0000, please note! You have successfully triggered a Grade E mission—Sheep Cooking Case."

"Sheep Cooking Case (Hidden Map Grade E mission): The demon always grows sheep’s horns. It is the demon that tempts me; none of this is my fault, please forgive me."

"Note! After completing all missions on the hidden map, experience points are doubled! Random hidden map-exclusive reward items will be triggered!"

After Han Fei entered the skyscraper, he triggered the first mission and pulled out the Rebirth Slaughter Saber from his item bar.

"Domestic violence? Or something else?"

The two quietly emerged from their hiding spot and followed.

The corridor corner led to another long hallway, and the interior of this floor was like a labyrinth, intricate and complex.

"Is it this room?" Han Fei grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

The small room contained two wooden board beds with dirty and stinky bedding. Moldy clothes were strewn across the floor.

A bowl of half-eaten rice sat on a wooden table, the chopsticks dropped to the ground, alongside a crushed woman’s sandal.

"Where is she?"

Han Fei had rushed over as quickly as he could, but the cries and screams had already vanished.

"There should be another way out of this room."

Just as this thought flashed through Han Fei’s mind, he heard the bathroom door open, and a woman wearing only an oversized shirt walked out.

She was holding a cigarette, likely in her thirties, with bleached blonde hair and a cut at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were numb, yet conveyed a trace of disgust toward everything.

Upon seeing Han Fei in the room, the woman frowned. She turned her head, glanced at the slightly ajar door, and quickly walked over, "Don’t you know how to close the door when you come in?"

She closed the worn security door, casually turned on the dim red light above the door, and then lay back down on the smelly, tattered bedding, "It’s the price for two people, old man included."

"Apart from you, there should be another girl in this room. Where is she?" Han Fei looked at the woman, noticing that she was wearing a pair of intact shoes, but another shoe still lay beside the table. Combined with the two wooden beds in the room, the girl who had been harmed by the chef must be another one.

"An old customer of Xiaozhu, eh? She had something to do on another floor."

"I saw a chef come in just now." Han Fei’s voice turned ice-cold and frightening, a murderous tone evident, "Where did he take that girl?"

"If you saw it all, why are you still asking me?" The woman extinguished her cigarette and started unbuttoning her shirt, "I know you don’t dare confront the chef, so come on, give me all your anger, inferiority, and hatred."

Han Fei ignored the woman, pushed open the bathroom door, and found it piled with garbage, a foul smell assailing his nostrils.

He then opened the kitchen door, and behind it, the room had been converted into a passageway leading to another long corridor.

Dim red lanterns hung over a doorway while a blind vendor crouched in the corner, selling various bizarre items.

Moving forward, he could see a restaurant in the distance, converted from a residential unit, its sign advertising various meats.

The tantalizing aroma from the kitchen mixed with the corridor’s stench, creating a strange, neither stinky nor fragrant odor, just nauseating.

"Don’t go looking for death!" Seeing that Han Fei was prepared to go further, the middle-aged woman quickly followed him, grabbing Han Fei and closing the kitchen door, "Which floor did you come from? Do you know where this is?"

"If we delay any longer, we might not be able to save that girl." Han Fei gently pushed the middle-aged woman away, asked her to stay in the room, and proceeded through the clutter-filled passageway, stopping at the small restaurant’s door.

The wooden sign looked very aged, the menu yellowed, and everything in the restaurant seemed to have a well-used "patina."

"Is anyone there?" Han Fei stared at the kitchen, and after he spoke, a strange noise emanated from inside the restaurant.

A few seconds later, a ruggedly honest-looking stout man walked out from the kitchen, wearing a brand-new chef’s uniform, his face carrying a dull yet simple smile, "Sorry, the meat I was preparing earlier sold out. But I do offer delivery services. Just tell me the address, and I’ll deliver it to you in a while."

"Then I’ll wait here." Han Fei always felt he had seen the man’s face somewhere before. He pondered deeply for a long time until his pupils suddenly slightly narrowed.

Initially, to investigate Fu Sheng’s past and understand what kind of person he was, Han Fei had sporadically reviewed Xinhu’s criminal records from the past fifty years.

In the Xinhu Old City District decades ago, there had been a malignant case specifically targeting late-returning women. After the police identified the suspect, he mysteriously disappeared. Many suspected he had committed suicide out of guilt—the photo on that criminal record was of the man right in front of Han Fei.

"Sheep Cooking Case? How could a case from fifty years ago appear in this building?"

Han Fei stood still, observing the surrounding passageways, a wild guess emerging in his mind.

"The Unspeakable existence in the Black Rain Area has a long history, concurrent with Fu Sheng. They have witnessed many events, and some of the masterminds behind these events are them..."

In fifty years, hundreds of heinous murders deeply twisted human nature, possibly contained within this very building.

All the Wronged Dead imprisoned, all resentments converging—just thinking about it made Han Fei’s scalp tingle.