My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 798: He Is a True Genius

Chapter 798: Chapter 798: He Is a True Genius

"Hey! Act normal!" Ji Zheng scrambled to one side when he saw Han Fei like this: "You all saw it. I didn’t say anything out of line, and his becoming like this has nothing to do with me."

Finding the safe Command Door had not been easy, but now Ji Zheng had to cover the eyes of the frightened boy, deeply worried that Han Fei might provoke the child and cause the Disaster Ghost to lose control again.

"There’s someone else inside his body, and that’s the real him," Mr. Mo fiddled with the radio, and after a long while, the Dancer’s intermittent voice came through.

"Have you found the child?"

"We found the person, but now I’m trapped in the building with him, and his condition doesn’t look good, the Blood personality you mentioned before is devouring him!"

"We can’t help, he has to rely on himself," the Dancer’s voice was filled with exhaustion: "You guys hurry up to the fiftieth floor, there’s something in the cottage left by the Florist and me that can help you."

A few seconds of simple communication caused two long cracks to form on the radio, and Mr. Mo wanted to ask more questions, but the radio had stopped working.

With no other options, he dipped his pen in his own blood and wrote the character for "calm," then slowly approached Han Fei.

"This is all I can do for you." The old man raised his hand, preparing to attach the calming character to Han Fei’s head, but as soon as his hand touched the back of Han Fei’s neck, he was struck by an overwhelmingly despairing force and knocked back.

The character he wrote was torn to shreds, and his arm twisted into a strange, distorted angle.

With his teammate struck down, Han Fei somewhat came to his senses. He struggled to stand up and walked towards the Command Door: "I can’t suppress him anymore, I need to go out for a walk."

Blood trailed from Han Fei’s eyes, and a glance over his shoulder petrified everyone in the room. Even Ji Zheng, who had become a Night Watchman, dared not meet Han Fei’s gaze.

As Han Fei left the room and closed the Command Door behind him, he released all restraint over Kuangxiao’s laughter.

"You can do whatever you want, we should stand together, not become each other’s restraints." The Blood-colored Orphanage had always been suppressed in the deepest recesses of Han Fei’s mind, tied down by memories that were relatively normal. Someone wanted to use Han Fei to change Kuangxiao, to neutralize the hatred and pain within Kuangxiao, but Han Fei had no intention of fighting against Kuangxiao.

Compared to that mysterious strategist, Han Fei felt Kuangxiao was one of his own.

Before, Han Fei might have been uncertain, but after experiencing the Paradise Shrine of Doctor Fu, Han Fei had made up his mind clearly.

This body had originally belonged to Kuangxiao, and the most painful memories were always borne by Kuangxiao. If Kuangxiao wanted to come back, then so be it.

The blood silk in his eyes shattered, tinting Han Fei’s eyes red with blood. There was no significant change in his appearance, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly, his smile gradually becoming crazed, unrestrained!

Holding down Big Evil’s head, Han Fei sat on its shoulder. Big Evil, which normally enjoyed "sticking" close to Han Fei, now lay subserviently as it started to sprint in a certain direction. Around it, numerous Ghost Children quietly appeared in the walls, chirping as if directing Big Evil’s path.

"He just left on his own?" Li Rou was somewhat worried. She wanted to open the Command Door to take a look but was stopped by Ji Zheng.

"You better worry about yourself instead, he is a Crime Chaser, one who can fight against Divine Spirits on the level of consciousness," Ji Zheng sat in front of the Command Door: "But I suppose he might be the most evil Crime Chaser I’ve ever seen. Where did that Pseudo-god find someone so exceptional?"

"He entered the building on his own, nothing to do with Divine Spirits." Mr. Mo, also a member of the Middle-aged and Elderly Killer Club, had some information from the Dancer: "Divine Spirits treat human souls like flowers, and want to make the city Their own garden. That young man is the flower that the Divine Spirit has always wanted, a Twin Flower that should not exist."

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about," Ji Zheng picked at his ear: "I just hope he doesn’t die. That guy promised to take me out of here."

The lights in the corridor went out once again, yet this time Han Fei became a roaming Hunter, rushing through the ever-changing corridors toward a place that resonated with his memories.

On the way, Han Fei came across some short-sighted fools. In the end, they all became sin markers on Big Evil.

A normal Crime Chaser can only withstand a limited number of sins, and upon exceeding that limit, would instantly go mad, turning into a deranged Monster. However, Big Evil seemed to have no such concerns.

The Divine Spirit inside the Skyscraper wanted to imitate others and create an ultimate Monster laden with sins. Both Big Evil and Butterfly met his requirements. However, Big Evil had become Han Fei’s Pet while Butterfly was killed by Han Fei in the Death Building.

After experiencing the lights going out five times, a new Command Door appeared before Kuangxiao. But he only paused briefly at the entrance, urging Big Evil to continue elsewhere.

With each blackout getting longer, the walls and the floor had completely turned into rotting flesh, as if they were running through a festering wound.

The Ghost Children surrounding Big Evil began to feel afraid, yet the smile on Han Fei’s face grew more and more hysterical. He laughed hysterically, but the tears of blood on his face never dried.

After successfully killing the owner of the Heart Nine-ghost Card, a special "Command Door" plastered with seals appeared before Han Fei.

His blood-red eyes scanned the seals, which were all descriptions of taboos by the Divine Spirit and warnings to Outsiders. Kuangxiao, however, was indifferent, tearing them apart and kicking the door open.

When he opened this most special Command Door, the entire 25th floor was plunged into darkness—the lights never came back on.

Piercing cries and laughter mixed together. Han Fei realized that after Kuangxiao entered, he regained control of the body.

Looking around, he seemed to have left the Skyscraper and arrived at another place.

"Behind each Command Door lies a Fragment of Number Two’s memories. My consciousness may have been pulled into one of Number Two’s memories."

Han Fei could tell, this room was different from the others, everything was too real, as if he had returned to his childhood.

The sounds of recitation came from the next room. Han Fei gently pushed the door open and peeked inside, where a child frailer than others his age was reading.

The child seemed to really enjoy reading; his room was piled with all sorts of books and copious notes, many of which Han Fei couldn’t understand.

"Are you the new nurse?" the boy didn’t even turn his head, multitasking as he read and talked to Han Fei, "Don’t step on my books. Don’t bother me unless it’s for an experiment. My time is very precious."

"All the other kids are playing outside. Why don’t you join them?" Han Fei carefully moved the books and found a place to sit.

"Humanity has accumulated an immense wealth of knowledge over hundreds of years. It is the most valuable treasure of mankind. If I don’t invest all my time into it, I might spend my entire life without reaching the end of any field. Forget it, you wouldn’t understand." The boy read at an astonishingly rapid pace while making notes: "Where’s Doctor Fu? He promised to help me with an auxiliary brain, but I haven’t seen him for a week."

"What’s an auxiliary brain?"

"A device that would allow me to do even more things at once." The boy felt like talking to Han Fei was like entertaining a fool.

"Sounds pretty impressive."

"That impresses you?" The boy glanced up at Han Fei, seemingly realizing that Han Fei might not be an actual nurse here, "To be employed at Eternal Life Pharmaceutical Welfare Home, you must have your own specialties, right? Each nurse before you had something to offer, and they could teach us something."

"I... am good at acting." Han Fei quickly shifted into his role, displaying his master-level acting skills. He could perfectly immerse himself in others’ lives, truly understand their emotions, and play every role convincingly.

"How do you do that? Is it talent?" The boy was entirely captivated by Han Fei, trying to mimic various expressions. He was quick to imitate, but something always seemed to be missing compared to Han Fei.

"So there are things you can’t do well," Han Fei had seen the child in the fragments of laughter from his memories.

"I thirst for knowledge. I don’t understand things that involve emotions very well." The boy was about to continue when the doorbell rang, and he immediately stood up and grabbed Han Fei’s arm, "Hide under the bed! I know you’re not a nurse. Wait for me to come back!"

After the doorbell rang three times, real Welfare Home nurses and doctors entered, dressed head to toe in protective gear. It was as if they were guarding against something extremely dangerous in the boy’s room.

"Number 2, are you sure you want to volunteer for the experiment in place of someone else?" A cold voice came from beneath the protective suit, "I just wanted to confirm it with you one more time."

"Stop wasting time on those weaklings. The result from them going through the experiment ten times might still be less than if I go just once," the boy said nonchalantly as he sat on the bed, straightening the sheets.

"I didn’t expect you’d choose to use the doctor’s leniency here." The leader of the group came into the room, tying up the boy’s hands and feet. "Take him."

The door closed, and Han Fei crawled out from under the bed. He thought about checking outside, but he saw a sentence written in one of the boy’s books – Going out means death, wait for me to come back.

Han Fei closed the book, opting to heed the boy’s advice.

Sitting on the bed, surrounded by piles of books and notes, Han Fei couldn’t imagine what life as Number 2 was like.

But one thing was certain, Number 2 was different from all the other children.

After waiting a long time, when Han Fei’s consciousness was beginning to blur, footsteps finally sounded outside. He quickly hid under the bed again.

The door opened and a wheelchair was slowly pushed into the room.

"It’s safe now, they’re gone." The boy’s voice was calm, unchanged from when he had left.

Han Fei crawled out from under the bed and his pupils shrank when he saw the boy in the wheelchair.

The boy’s eyes had been gouged out and his left leg sawn off. A special metal chain was fastened around his waist, welding him to the wheelchair.

"Why would they do this to you?"

"Maybe they got scared," the boy said with a smile, "They are very cautious, but I still have time."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Han Fei squatted beside the boy’s wheelchair, looking at the child whom the doctors had called a genius.

"I can’t see for the time being. Could you read to me... the book I didn’t finish this morning?" The boy seemed utterly indifferent to his injuries, which made Han Fei worry.

"Just read the book?" Han Fei hadn’t expected the boy to ask for such a thing.

"Reading is the simplest way to absorb knowledge."

"With such a mighty brain and yet so diligent, no wonder you are considered a genius far beyond the other children," Han Fei remarked sincerely.

"A genius?" The boy’s smile stretched a little thin, "I never considered myself a genius, but they told me that only the most talented child would survive."

"So you’ve always been forced? But I don’t feel any torment, suffering, or despair from within you?" Han Fei felt that what set child number two apart from the other children was his lack of hatred or grudge; or perhaps he had transformed those negative emotions into something else.

"Hatred clouds judgment, wasting my time." The boy leaned against his wheelchair, instinctively gazing in the direction of the window, though his sight revealed only darkness.

"The end of suffering comes from thought and reason. I don’t believe in unsolvable despair in this world, nor do I place hope in vague and intangible things. The only god in this world that can and will help you with all their might is called ’yourself’."

(Next Chapter tomorrow at 6 pm)