My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 791: He is the Protagonist I Chose

Chapter 791: Chapter 791: He is the Protagonist I Chose

Seeing his impatient demeanor, all the officers except Teacher Li Xue were somewhat perplexed, feeling as if Han Fei was being compelled by something to investigate the case.

"Actors these days really have a high sense of consciousness."

The manager and Li Xue’s senior brother also entered the archive room. They found it strange that Han Fei was heading straight for a fifty-year-old cold case.

"Butterfly probably wasn’t even born fifty years ago, why is he looking into those cases?"

The group exchanged puzzled looks, only Li Xue’s teacher remained silent, watching Han Fei weave through the aisles between the archive shelves, as if he was looking at his younger self from many years ago.

"You all go out, I’ll stay with him."

The elder maneuvered his wheelchair with some difficulty. He wanted to go to a partition at the very back of the archive room, a place rumored to be accessible by only a very few privileged individuals. Even the archive room manager did not know what was stored inside that room.

"I feel like the teacher is somewhat abnormal today." Li Xue patted her senior brother’s shoulder. "How has the teacher been feeling lately? He had always been recuperating, but ever since he met Han Fei, he has left the hospital several times."

"Not too good, but not too bad either." Li Xue’s senior brother’s facial expression didn’t change much, but his eyes dimmed slightly: "Little Xue, do you still remember when you were punished to work at the police station in the Old City District for breaking the rules?"

"How long ago was that? Why bring that up now?" Li Xue, whose personality had changed a lot compared to before, asked: "But come to think of it, if it weren’t for that, I probably wouldn’t have met Han Fei."

"You were assigned to the Old City District police station because the teacher wanted it. Your time of arrival and the place you appeared were all the result of dozens of simulations," her senior brother admitted slowly. "From the beginning, your task was to meet him."

All those coincidental meetings were long-planned arrangements.

"Did the teacher know Han Fei from a long time ago?" Li Xue was no longer a child. She wasn’t angry about being deceived, just somewhat surprised.

"I don’t know." Li Xue’s senior brother looked towards the depths of the archive room, where the lonely elder refused anyone’s company and entered the room holding top-secret files alone.

Unaware of what was happening outside, Han Fei rapidly reviewed Xinhu’s past homicide cases, his brain functioning at its peak as he tried to remember more details.

"Found it!"

"The Cooking Sheep Case! The murderer specifically targeted women returning home late. The subsequent investigation revealed that the food cooked by the murderer was supplied to the villagers of Pig Village. This case also uncovered another extremely vicious murder case—the Delicacy Case! A person claiming to be a Foodie had ordered a large amount of food from the Cooking Sheep Case murderer, maintaining a special tacit agreement. The Cooking Sheep Case murderer did not know the Foodie’s identity but knew that he was very wealthy and had strong financial resources."

Unresolved cases, strange cases, cases within cases — Han Fei was completely immersed in the files, and time unknowingly passed.

"The Burning Case, Night Demon Case, Psychological Hypnosis Case, Butterfly Case, Ghost Card Case..."

On the wall, the clock chimed again and again. Han Fei rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

From five in the morning to noon, Han Fei needed to organize the memories in his brain and took a brief rest.

High-intensity memory work was exhausting, especially since all he reviewed were severely oppressive murder cases.

"Tired? Have some water and continue," the elder’s slightly weathered voice came from behind Han Fei. This legendary figure of Xinhu handed a cup of water to Han Fei.

"Thank you." Han Fei picked up the water and was about to drink when he suddenly noticed that in the vast archive room, only he and Li Xue’s teacher were present. He smelled a faint fragrance in the water, and he stopped the cup just before it reached his lips. "Where is everyone else?"

"I asked them to go out first, to prevent you from being disturbed," the elder saw how perceptive Han Fei was and a gentle smile appeared on his face, a smile rarely seen on him: "Drink, the water is not poisoned."

"Old man, you make it sound so formal. How could I possibly suspect you?" Han Fei set the cup aside and continued to read through the case files.

"I’m actually curious, what motivates you to investigate these cases so enthusiastically?" the elder sat in his wheelchair, his loose clothing completely hiding his somewhat atrophied arms and legs.

"I just want to survive." Han Fei flipped through a new case—the Death Building Case—where a family of seven had been victimized, with some of the bodies yet to be found.

"To survive..." Upon hearing Han Fei’s reason, the elder seemed to recall something. "So, if one day your death could save many innocent lives, would you be willing to give up your life?"

"It depends. After all, I’m just a very ordinary comedy actor without any grand ambitions."

"So you might consider sacrificing yourself, right?" the elder asked, a faint smile on his lips: "It’s fortunate for me to meet such an interesting kid as you when my life is counting down."

"Lucky? Then you don’t really know me. Many colleagues don’t want to work with me, and I’m not very good at handling interpersonal relationships. I often find myself isolated," Han Fei spoke the truth—he often ended up being the only person left in his profession.

"Like those actors jealous of your talent?" the elder narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips moving. "Or are we talking about other butchers and psychotic murderers?"

Han Fei, holding a case file, paused mid-air and turned to the elder: "Old man, are you misunderstanding something?"

"If I had misunderstood you, then I wouldn’t have called you my student in front of everyone outside," the old man leaned against the back of the wheelchair. "There are many things I still need to do, but time is running short. I will not ask you to sacrifice or dedicate yourself, I only hope you can persist in being yourself and not be changed."

"Why are you suddenly saying these things?" Han Fei felt that Li Xue’s teacher was not quite right today; ever since the old man had spoken about the information related to the Garden Owner, his health seemed to have gotten progressively worse.

"Getting older makes one babble," the old man took an old file bag from his pocket, which contained a black bracelet. "I have forgotten who gave me this bracelet. Now I only remember that it is very important. I used to occasionally receive messages from the bracelet, but I don’t know since when, the bracelet has not lit up again."

The old man clumsily touched the bracelet, which held a message—If you think he is not suitable, then kill him. Remember, you must kill him at all costs!

"Who sent the message? And who is it referring to?" Han Fei took the bracelet from the old man’s hands. When he saw this message, a very special feeling arose within him, the tone and manner of speaking were very much like Fu Sheng’s.

"It’s not important anymore," the old man handed Han Fei the file bag along with the bracelet. "Keep this bracelet. If one day you receive a message from the bracelet again, remember to send my regards to him."

The old man’s tone sounded as if he were declaring his will. He gently patted Han Fei. "Walk in the direction you believe is right, do not stop, and do not look back."

Holding the file bag, Han Fei felt he couldn’t fully understand this old man. He was about to say something when the door of the archive room was suddenly pushed open.

"Time for dinner."

The manager came in, bringing food, and saw the old man and the young man frozen like statues among the rows of archive shelves, each lost in their own thoughts.

"You two really do look alike."

Reading case files was not an interesting task, yet Han Fei and the old man could stay in the archive room all day.

From sunrise to nightfall, Han Fei perused the dossiers of vicious murder cases over the decades from Xinhu Old City District and Smart New City. He memorized the information of most perpetrators and victims, making his return to the Skyscraper much easier now. Knowing each person’s character flaws and emotional deficits allowed him to target them precisely.

"It’s time to go." Han Fei’s brain had been working overtime for a long time, and he still had to enter the Skyscraper for a more thrilling survival challenge that night.

After closing the files, Han Fei had moved from the outermost part of the archive room to its deepest part. Next to him was that highly classified room that ordinary officers couldn’t enter.

At that moment, the room’s door was ajar, and a beam of light shone out.

Han Fei looked at the severely worded warning sign on the wall and the three-tier password lock at the room’s door. He ultimately did not go into the room. For the official version, please visit the starting point Chinese network for the latest and fastest Chapters.

Xinhu Police highly trusted him, and he did not want to betray that trust.

After stretching his body, Han Fei and Li Xue left the headquarters together.

About fifteen minutes later, Li Xue’s senior brother and the manager entered the archive room, and they stopped at the door to the highly classified room: "Teacher, Han Fei has left."

"I know, you two go ahead, I want to stay here alone for a while."

The sound of the door closing echoed as the old man locked himself in the room. He was familiar with every item here and knew the placement of each document. This most secretive room was his own creation.

"Since he chose to trust, then I will help him keep this secret forever," the old man took out a key and opened a cabinet. He removed a file in a specific order.

Opening the file bag, inside were multiple photos of Han Fei holding a black metal box.

In addition, there was an extensive analysis about Han Fei.

"Fu Tian, before his death, had often wanted to enter here, but I always felt the person who asked me to protect Han Fei was not him."

"Regrettably, I don’t have enough time to thoroughly investigate Eternal Life Pharmaceutical’s Blood-colored Orphanage, I can’t provide that child with a real answer."

The old man threw the file into a shredder and then pressed a switch on the wall. After passing an identity verification, he destroyed all the documents in a corner cabinet.

"The person I had forgotten, who asked me to look after him, also seriously told me if I ever found him unsuitable, to kill him immediately. This forgotten fellow truly is ruthless," Li Xue’s teacher’s era was nearly at its end, he shook his head slightly.

"How could I bear to kill the main character I personally chose?"

After the last document was destroyed, the old man seemed to have no more concerns, he looked at the room’s only window, viewing his reflection in the glass.

The cold wind rustled his loose clothes, beneath his skin lay sins much darker and numerous than Ji Zheng’s, the names of those perpetrators intertwined, seeming to inscribe endless night upon his body.

"The world’s criminals will never be completely caught, and perhaps justice doesn’t really exist; fairness might only be present because some are willing to defend the rules with their lives."

"Such people are surely foolish, yet I have never regretted it."