My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 783: The Crafty Artisan Case

Chapter 783: Chapter 783: The Crafty Artisan Case

After finishing the mentioning of Bai Cha’s name, Han Fei turned to the elderly man beside him, "We are all in the same boat now, no need to keep hiding, right? Knowing our friends’ abilities can also help us deal with dangers more effectively."

The elderly man was fooled by Han Fei’s master-level acting, he thought for a long time, then tore off a leaf from the strange plant behind him and handed it to Han Fei, "I am some scrap material that fell off when a divine spirit was creating something. I have no name, only a number, 100. My body and soul are like a ragged flower pot; the core is the flower growing on my back."

"The plant on your back is a flower?" Han Fei hadn’t realized this at first.

"Yes, a flower even divine spirits find bothersome." The old man did not continue this topic. He looked vigilantly at Sister Hong, "We both have revealed our backgrounds, what about you?"

"I am just an ordinary woman from Red Alley."

"Could an ordinary resident know so much insider information?" The elderly man clearly didn’t believe her, but since Sister Hong wasn’t talking, there was nothing he could do. They still needed to rely on Sister Hong to safely get through the night.

The sound of running water in the bathroom gradually stopped, and Xiaozhu, who had changed into different clothes, came out from inside. Her emotions seemed a bit more stable.

"Thank you."

Her frail body seemed like a flower stem that could easily break, Xiaozhu walked to the side of the bed and picked out two bone-carved coins from the foul-smelling seam.

"Keep them for yourself, I don’t need money; I usually use these to feed dogs." Han Fei refused Xiaozhu, and just as he was about to say something else, a strange footstep sound came from outside, sounding like someone walking in water-filled shoes along the corridor.

The people inside the room silently agreed to shut their mouths, all turning their gaze towards the door.

The person making strange footsteps in the corridor seemed to be searching for someone. He randomly opened doors to check inside, and if anyone inside resisted, their curses soon turned into screams.

Sister Hong signaled everyone to stay still. She tiptoed towards the door and peeked outside through the crack. A few messengers in red raincoats staggered past her door.

Perhaps Han Fei’s extremely high luck value had an effect, and the red raincoats didn’t stop at their door.

"Those devotees rarely come to the sixth floor, has something happened?" Sister Hong dared to speak her doubts only after those people had walked away.

"Are the messengers patrolling outside?" Han Fei also walked over. He saw the water stains on the ground and the marks scraped by the raincoats, and immediately realized that the devotees mentioned by Sister Hong were the messengers from the system prompts.

"The devotees are the most loyal fanatics of the divine spirit. Sometimes I even doubt they have self-awareness; they are just puppets controlled by some power. But the most terrifying thing is that they behave like normal people usually, only revealing themselves when we blaspheme against the divine spirit."

"I understand now. The devotees are the tools used by the divine spirit to monitor this building." Others couldn’t identify the devotees, but Han Fei could easily determine whether someone was a devotee through the system’s identification function, which was another piece of good news for him, "In this building, as long as we do not ’provoke’ the divine spirit, we should be able to live well."

Hiding was not Han Fei’s style; he wanted to find a way out on this land of sin.

"Unspeakable locked away all the sins and resentments here. Since it wants to breed pests, why not let us devour the other evils and become the most poisonous one," he said.

Sister Hong and the old man only thought about hiding, but Han Fei was ready to make a big move. This was the difference in their visions.

"Don’t be impulsive," the old man reminded him timely.

"Chaos is a ladder to rise. There are no overt rules or restrictions in this place. As long as we are neat in our actions and fast enough, we can completely become the new Extreme Authority," Han Fei’s ambition burned like a flame in his eyes, making even Sister Hong hesitant to look him in the eye. "You and Xiaozhu haven’t been bullied lightly here. Have you ever thought that maybe one day you could bully others mercilessly, tormenting those who have tormented you to death?"

With a voice kissed by the devil, coupled with Master-level Acting and Pretty Man’s professional demeanor, it wasn’t hard for Han Fei to persuade Sister Hong. "If we cooperate well enough, I can help you become the new master of Red Alley."

To tell the truth, Sister Hong was really tempted. The numbness in her eyes receded a bit more, as people struggling on the edge of life and death always desperately grasp at straws.

"What do you need me to do?" she asked.

"First, you have to tell me who the regulars at the restaurant are. I’ll find a way to deal with them. Then, I need you to tell me everything about the current master of Red Alley," Han Fei spoke in a manner different from that of a Crime Chaser, yet it somehow engendered a feeling of trust.

"The regulars at the restaurant aren’t on this floor. Zhu Wu often goes to other floors to deliver food. Someone upstairs especially loves the meat he cooks and even gave him an elevator card," Sister Hong’s ambition was ignited by Han Fei as she began to explain proactively. "The master of Red Alley is quite special. You might not believe it when I say it; it’s actually an article of clothing that forces all victims to sell their bodies."

"Clothing?" both Han Fei and the old man were puzzled.

"There are several red rooms on the sixth floor, inhabited by a Pox-faced man, extremely ugly. Neighbors privately call him Monster, but in public, everyone still takes good care of him because he is the most skillful tailor and craftsman here."

"Pox-faced is incredibly ugly, but he has adopted an extremely cute girl."

"As she grew older, the girl became increasingly beautiful and charming. She was like a fresh flower blooming in this filthy mud, completely out of place in all the surrounding darkness."

"The tailor always protected the girl. Neighbors saw him as very caring and loving toward her, leaving all the good things to her. Everyone thought their relationship must be very good, a rarity on this land of sin."

"But beginning one day, that exceptionally beautiful girl vanished, never to be seen again. The tailor, driven mad, searched everywhere but couldn’t find his adopted daughter. He became deranged and his personality twisted and violent."

"The neighbors initially sympathized with the tailor, but what happened later was beyond anyone’s expectations."

"A week later, in the dead of night, the Pox-faced man’s adopted daughter reappeared on the sixth floor, turned into clothing, worn on the Pox-faced man’s body, forever unable to escape his control."

"Later, the neighbors understood that Pox-faced’s love for his adopted daughter was twisted and perverted. The killer of her biological parents was also Pox-faced. Unable to bear being separated from his adopted daughter, he eventually turned her into an article of clothing."

"Many people knew about this affair. Those who could escape had moved to other floors, while the rest became the prey of the Ghost Craftsman. He completely regarded himself as his own foster daughter, becoming the most manic and pathological monster on this floor."

"Driven by desire, he constantly mended the human skin on his body. The dark red lights everywhere in Red Alley weren’t for creating an ambiguous atmosphere—they were just to obscure the scabs and bloodstains everywhere."

Sister Hong hadn’t finished her story about the Master of Red Alley when Han Fei heard the system’s notification in his mind.

"Player number 0000, please note! You have successfully triggered Mission E——the Ghost Craftsman Case."

"Ghost Craftsman Case (Hidden Map Mission): He handcrafted countless items he liked, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not create love."

"Mission requirements: Kill the Ghost Craftsman and destroy his new clothes."

Tapping his fingers lightly on the table, Han Fei narrowed his eyes, "Kill that pox-faced man, and Red Alley will fall into our hands. This is worth doing."

His handsome face held a calm demeanor, yet he spoke the most brutal words.

Han Fei touched the Ghost Pattern on his body, having made his decision: "Sister Hong, lead the way. We’re heading there now."

Without any detailed planning or strategy, Han Fei’s decisive actions made everyone else in the room uncomfortable. They didn’t know that Han Fei just needed to complete one task to exit the game, so they couldn’t understand his urgency.

"There are also other special beings in Red Alley, like the Zhu Wu you met before. Aren’t we being too rash going there now?" Sister Hong hesitated.

"By the time they react, everything will have already ended. If they don’t obey, then let them become the new crimes on my body."

Han Fei gently opened the door, with Sister Hong and the old man following, and the three of them re-entered the intricate corridors.

This place was like a maze; without a native leading the way, one could only get deeper and deeper lost.

After turning several corners, Sister Hong pushed open a slightly ajar door. The room inside was filled with foul-smelling garbage, and in the corners lay chunks of skin that had been cut off as well as large quantities of hair.

"Going through the back door of this room, we will reach deep into Red Alley. Some people from other floors also go there to play." Sister Hong’s voice trembled as she seemed to recall some terrifying things, "To vent their desires and resentment, they will try various frightening methods. There it is their ’Heaven’, and also our ’Hell’."

"Trash should be cleaned up," Han Fei said quietly, his knowledge of the darkness and chaos of this skyscraper refreshed.

The three entered the room, and as they were about to move forward, the old man at the end of the group suddenly turned and stared at the corner, "What is that?"

Rotten garbage tumbled onto the floor, and a barely recognizable human corpse was actually moving.

Its chest was nearly hollowed out, and its body was covered with dark-red mold; its arms were noticeably longer than a normal person’s.

Since Sister Hong opened the door, its eyes had been wide open. The eyeballs, like cracked glass marbles, were covered with a lot of murky matter, and it seemed something else was moving inside the pupils.

"This room will also become a Grave House soon. In a little while, it will be completely transformed into a monster," sighed Sister Hong. "There are fewer and fewer hidden passages to take."

"Can’t we kill it?" asked Han Fei, taking out the Rebirth Slaughter Saber.

"It’s useless, it’s already a corpse, and the more you agitate it, the faster it grows. You can’t kill it..." Sister Hong hadn’t finished speaking when Han Fei swung the saber and chopped the corpse’s head off.

To Sister Hong’s surprise, a struggling shadow inside the corpse was also shattered by Han Fei, turning into specks of white light that blended into the saber light.

The special molds and insects directly dissolved, and the mutated Corpse Ghost was thus dealt with by Han Fei.

"How did you do that?" Sister Hong’s eyes were full of astonishment. Grave House was one of the most difficult rooms to deal with in the fifty floors below the skyscraper, but Han Fei was able to kill it effortlessly.

"This is another ability of mine." Han Fei felt the humanity absorbed by the Rebirth Slaughter Saber. In this filthy place, there was still a glimmer of human light. This showed that the corpse thrown into the Grave House had been a decent person in life, perhaps because they had once trusted this world so much that they were so unwilling in death.

They passed through a trash-filled room with no people. Sister Hong stopped in front of a mold-covered door.

She tore off a corner of her garment, cushioning the torn cloth to retrieve a pitch-black key from beneath a wooden plank.

"Later, you two act like you forced me to come here, please be more forceful," Sister Hong attempted twice then unlocked the door panel. Dark red light and crimson mist streamed out from the cracks of the door.

Wrapping the key and putting it in her pocket, Sister Hong walked out, her head lowered.

Shrill screams continuously emitted from the rooms on both sides of the corridor, mixed with other sounds.

Sprigs of Blood Smoke were lit, and the corridor was filled with half-dead "guests". Their bodies bore wounds and their limbs and organs had been removed, yet they seemed to feel no pain. They kept inhaling the Blood Smoke deeply until the reddish-brown mold overran their bodies.

"So this is what they call ’Heaven’?"