My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 787: Sin Collector

Chapter 787: Chapter 787: Sin Collector

Han Fei now had two elevator cards on him; one was the number eleven elevator card he had smoothly taken from the Chef, and the other was severely damaged, with only the digit "9" visible on it.

"A Disaster Ghost has appeared in Red Alley on the sixth floor, and if our arson and murder are exposed, we can conveniently pin it on that. It’s a reasonable use of disaster."

After changing out of his blood-soaked clothes, Han Fei, accompanied by two special residents, arrived at the elevator bank on the sixth floor.

This area used to be guarded by members of the Rustic Ladder, making it one of the busiest and most dangerous spots in the floor. Whenever an elevator indicator light turned on, everyone would get anxious since no one knew what would emerge when the elevator doors opened.

But now the elevator bank on the sixth floor was deserted, all the elevator lights turned off, each door firmly closed.

"The janitor told us to go to the tenth floor, we’ll use the Disaster Ghost as an excuse to communicate with the Rustic Ladder janitors there." Han Fei tried the worn elevator card a few times without success, his heartbeat speeding up as the Monster behind the doors drew closer.

"Are we going to the tenth floor to ask for help?" Fat Dog had a poor impression of the Rustic Ladder janitors: "Those guys are all blinded by self-interest like rats, they wouldn’t risk their necks to help."

"I’m not planning on asking for their help, I want to take over the tenth floor." Han Fei still didn’t know how to leave the Skyscraper, his energy was limited alone, and finding a way out was difficult, which is why he needed more people to join him: "Soon, there will be another force within this building, setting up new rules."

Hearing Han Fei’s ambitious words, Sister Hong was slightly worried: "Although I’ve never seen the Divine Spirit, I can guess from what those devout believers say—that it’s really the Divine Spirit who sets the rules, and we are just insects struggling in its palm."

"What of insects? Haven’t you seen insects that can bite people to death?" Han Fei suppressed his unease, took out the elevator card he got from the Chef, and entered the number eleven elevator.

After swiping the card, the rust-stained elevator doors slowly opened. The cabin inside was surprisingly clean, as if some Monster took it upon itself to lick the garbage and bloodstains clean.

With Fat Dog being too large, Han Fei told him to stay outside, while the others entered the elevator with him.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, an extremely oppressive sensation surged through him, as if he were crammed into a fish’s mouth, sliding and wriggling down its intestines, every nerve in his body resisting.

The numbers on the elevator’s internal display changed very slowly, Han Fei dared not let down his guard, but the more one fears something, the more likely it is to happen.

When the number changed to 9, the slowly ascending elevator suddenly stopped.

Seconds later, the elevator doors creaked open on their own, revealing a dark and sinister corridor void of any light.

"Someone on the ninth floor pressed the elevator button, but why aren’t they coming over?" The old man and Han Fei hid behind Li Rou, neither daring to make a move.

"I remember this floor being quite ordinary, it doesn’t have organizations like Red Alley or a Gambling House, it’s relatively safe." The light from the elevator shone outside, Sister Hong quickly pressed the door-close button, and as the doors slowly closed, she took out a small makeup mirror from her purse.

Waiting for the elevator door to shut completely, she kicked the small mirror out.

Han Fei instantly understood what Sister Hong wanted to do, his gaze fixated on the mirror.

Through the mirror, Han Fei and Sister Hong saw a horrifying scene. Right next to their elevator stood a humanoid with all the corners of its mouth and eyes torn apart!

The person’s entire face was nearly falling off, yet they were still silently smiling, chilling to the bone.

The elevator continued to ascend, Sister Hong wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: "Did you just see that? There was a Mutant Ghost standing right outside the elevator!"

"Was that a Mutant Ghost?" If it wasn’t for his low Blood Volume, Han Fei was actually quite tempted to touch it, so the system could identify the stranger’s basic information.

"A normal person with their face and belly carved up like that would have been long dead!" Sister Hong was greatly frightened, "Isn’t the ninth floor elevator supposed to be guarded by Rustic Ladder janitors? How come there’s a Mutant Ghost standing at the door? Could it be that the Divine Spirit has slept too long, and various horrifying things have started to appear?"

"This is also good news for us," Han Fei nodded subconsciously.

"I’ve never heard bad news from you," the old man sighed. Facing problems with a positive and optimistic attitude is right, but facing Mutant Ghosts and maniacs with the same attitude really burns the heart with too much sunshine.

The worn number eleven elevator finally stabilized, the rusty doors opened to both sides, and the dim light shone on their faces.

"This floor is quite lively."

The tenth floor was just one floor above the ninth, but it felt like two completely different places. The ninth floor was gloomy and dead silent, while the tenth floor had lights installed in every corridor, with voices of vendors, arguments, and footsteps heard clearly.

Arguing indicates a certain level of order and rules; in Red Alley, arguments simply did not exist, as any disagreement would result in a life-or-death outcome.

"The two of us have some conflicts with the believers inside the building, and later I’ll need you to lead the way ahead," Han Fei said as he and the old man changed into the residents’ clothes, covering their faces.

Sister Hong was extremely reliable. In just a few minutes, she had found Han Fei the cleaner of the Rustic Ladder on the tenth floor.

"You must be Bai Cha? I don’t care what happened in Red Alley. If you want my help, it all depends on your sincerity," a skinny man with shifty eyes said impatiently to Han Fei, believing that Han Fei had ruined his good luck.

"A Disaster Ghost appeared on the sixth floor, and everyone died."

"What does that have to do with me?" the skinny man blew on his empty palms as if there were invisible dust particles there.

"Take me to meet the boss of the Rustic Ladder on the tenth floor, and all these are yours," Han Fei casually threw a bag containing Bone Coins to the skinny man, whose face instantly brightened with a smile.

"I’ll take you to him, but let me give you a heads up: the boss has quite the temper," the skinny man said joyfully, unaware that the money Han Fei gave him was blood money. The last person who took his money had his ashes scattered.

Emerging from the still lively corridor, the tenth floor indeed had more people than other floors, most of whom had moved from other levels, but this also indicated that the Manager of the tenth floor was very capable.

Pushing open the Hidden Door around the corner, Han Fei quickly saw the other side of the tenth floor. In places untouched by the light, large piles of skeletons lay haphazardly, their flesh completely stripped, and all usable items plundered.

"It truly is a place that’s refined, greedy, and selfish to the extreme," Han Fei lost all good feelings toward the tenth floor.

"Yes, those who are unselfish that come to the tenth floor get to provide their flesh for the selfish ones. We pay them respect by enshrining their names before peaceably sucking their bone marrow," the skinny man’s face showed a hint of mockery: "So would you rather be selfish, or unselfish?"

"I would prefer to be fair," Han Fei replied.

"Where in the world is there fairness?" the skinny man scoffed at Han Fei’s words.

"There is, for instance, everyone will die," Han Fei also revealed a smile. This skyscraper had gathered the filthiest parts of human nature, and he now knew what he had to do.

"You must be a comedian, right? What a joke," the skinny man pulled open a door, and soft lighting shone on the tiled floor, revealing a luxurious and tidy room before them.

In the fifty floors below the skyscraper, this was the first time that Han Fei had seen such a room.

"Zhang Shu, how can you be so impolite to guests?"

A neatly dressed man walked out from the inner room, holding a complete child’s skull in his hands.

"Hello, a cleaner who was killed by a Disaster Ghost asked me to find a Night Watchman with a camera on the tenth floor before he died. That Night Watchman should be the key to killing the Disaster Ghost," Han Fei said, extending his hand to introduce himself, but the other man didn’t even glance at him, instead focusing on examining the child’s skull.

Using his Art Appreciation ability, Han Fei noticed the skull’s size and bone age did not match; it was as if a child’s head had been locked in an iron box from a young age, preventing normal growth while the body continued to grow.

"This skull is indeed rare, but these artificially made items cannot be called art. To those on the top fifty floors, they are merely vulgar trinkets," Han Fei quickly glanced and gave his evaluation.

Upon hearing his collection being spoken of in such a manner, the man immediately turned his head, a glint of displeasure in his eyes.

"So you like collecting, right? If you help me..." Han Fei leaned towards the man and whispered, "I can get you treasures from the top fifty floors and works that contain Divinity."

"Works that contain Divinity?" the man’s eyes widened, and he left others outside, taking Han Fei into the inner room himself.

Behind the curtain, all sorts of gruesome and brutal collectibles were displayed, and the man proudly showed them to Han Fei: "I collected all these myself, but it’s a pity there are so few on the tenth floor who understand me. Since you could see the issue with that skull, you must also like collecting, right?"

"Some people collect victims’ clothing, others collect organs and skulls, but I like to collect sins. I want to make specimens of all those criminals and list all their crimes," Han Fei’s smile was very gentle, and anyone would see him as a polished Scholar: "You were a bit impolite earlier outside; now that just the two of us are here, tell me, if I killed you, would any of these help you seek revenge?"

The man hadn’t even reacted before he saw a giant Monster crawl out from the Ghost Pattern behind Han Fei, its mouth full of Soul Poison opened right in front of him!

"Did you know? When a body soaked in Soul Poison is burned to ashes, the ashes will display a black shine that is extremely rare and precious," Han Fei stared at the man shaking his head, smile still on his face: "As a collector, I think no one could resist the temptation of black ashes, right?"