My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 831: Final Preparations Before the Assessment

Chapter 831: Chapter 831: Final Preparations Before the Assessment

"Teacher?"

"Yes, and he is secretly investigating us. He found out about our transactions, and he’s planning to tell the principal and the Black Building." Han Fei was telling the truth. If Ma Jing hadn’t threatened him with photos, he wouldn’t have known about the Dark Merchant.

"Students and teachers are different sacrificial offerings, and their purposes are not the same..." The head in the Dark Merchant’s hand hovered in front of Han Fei, almost touching his hair: "But since he knows about our secret transactions, we can’t let him stay any longer."

"I will bring him to you as soon as possible." Han Fei pushed the head away: "The school has put in countless efforts to train a teacher. Using him to exchange for a mere small grudge, this transaction is really a big win for you."

Upon hearing Han Fei’s words, the head showed a thoughtful expression. After a long time, its lips moved: "If you offer that teacher to me alive, I’ll give you additional information about the Deceit Building."

Pale arms emerged from beneath the Black Robe, producing several severely damaged curse items, which the Dark Merchant threw before Han Fei: "Some of the things you asked me to find have already been partially located. These curse items were brought out from the Third Eye Hospital and the Deep Sea Aquarium, though the soul transfer intents on them have already dissipated. They might still be of some help to you."

Han Fei hadn’t expected the Dark Merchant to be so straightforward; he had just casually mentioned it, not thinking the Dark Merchant would take it seriously.

"Aquarium tickets? Medical records?" As Han Fei touched these things, the Greed Abyss within his brain sea began to stir again. Shadows and darkness quietly emerged, and the Dark Merchant tactfully stepped back a few paces.

Flipping the coin of fate, the black mist emanating from Han Fei’s brain sea devoured those curse items, replaying fragmented memory segments in Han Fei’s mind.

Bloody waves churned as the medical record was torn to shreds, transforming into a pale morning.

The young Gao Cheng finished the first phase of his treatment. The doctor delivered bad news: he temporarily couldn’t fully regain his sight, and seeing simple color blocks was his limit.

His mother and the doctor discussed various possibilities, but the doctor just kept shaking his head.

At the same time, the blind parents pushed Gao Xing out of the consultation room. The elderly doctor closed the door, took out a contract, and quietly discussed something with the blind parents.

The elderly doctor seemed to want to buy Gao Xing’s eyes, intending to try a new surgery on Gao Cheng with Gao Xing’s eyes.

The blind parents, living in extreme hardship, heard the offered price—it was an amount they could never earn in their lifetime. The couple sat in their chairs, undeniably tempted.

After a long silence, the blind parents took the contract and tore it apart vehemently, throwing the fragments in the doctor’s face.

They had no money to cure their own eyes and lost their last opportunity.

Exiting the consultation room, the blind parents softly called Gao Xing’s name.

The pale sunlight streamed into the hospital’s second floor. At this moment, Gao Xing, with bright eyes, was sitting side by side on the hallway bench with Gao Cheng, whose eyes were murky.

Upon hearing the blind parents’ call, Gao Xing hurriedly ran over, took his parents’ hands, and headed downstairs.

Just a few seconds later, another consultation room door opened, and Gao Cheng’s mother walked out. She had received bad news, but her expression remained gentle and optimistic. She didn’t want her child to endure worldly suffering. A mother must protect her child, standing tall, shielding them from all storms.

To make Gao Cheng happy, his mother decided to take him to the aquarium. Compared to a noisy paradise, Gao Cheng preferred the aquarium. He liked listening to the sounds of dolphins and belugas. Those well-trained animals seemed to embody the world’s gentleness, more friendly than humans.

Gao Xing tightly held the hands of his blind parents as the car passed the bus stop, where glaring light shone on the crowded platform. He endured the rude line-cutting of others, staying with his parents until last to board the bus.

The blind parents were acting unusually today, seemingly feeling guilty toward Gao Xing. They used their savings to take the bus to the aquarium Gao Xing had always wanted to visit.

The blind father remained outside after paying, letting his wife and Gao Xing go inside to save on a ticket.

The visuals in the memory were all devoured by the Greed Abyss, but the Deep Sea Aquarium might be the place where Gao Xing and Gao Cheng met once again.

Han Fei carefully felt the various changes in the Greed Abyss. Perhaps in the aquarium, Gao Xing saw his biological mother for the first time, yet his biological mother might have been meticulously caring for Gao Cheng at the time.

"The eerie buildings Gao Cheng explored were all related to Gao Xing. He deliberately ventured into those structures, likely searching for something."

In the memory fragments Han Fei currently saw, Gao Cheng and Gao Xing were still just ordinary children with no abnormalities, indicating that the moment Gao Xing truly began to change hadn’t appeared yet. Han Fei was curious about what kind of stimulus caused Gao Xing to do something as extreme as murder?

"The Third Eye Hospital, the Elderly Care Home for Healthy Aging, and the Deep Sea Aquarium—Gao Xing’s secret must be hidden within these three eerie buildings."

When Han Fei came back to his senses, all that was left in his hands was a pile of remnants. That the Greed Personality could even devour curse items was something he hadn’t contemplated before.

Under the Dark Merchant’s escort, Han Fei left the pharmacy as dawn broke.

In the deathly silent street, ragged survivors appeared occasionally. Most of them suffered from severe psychological afflictions, acting like beasts, monsters, ants, mad ghosts, resembling anything but humans.

Sprinting toward the school, Han Fei heard the sound of disputes from a distance.

The school gate was packed with people who relied on the school for their survival and still maintained a basic level of human dignity. Some of them even lived better than before the disaster.

These people shared an interest with the school. They could survive in Xinhu Old City District because of the annual sacrifices made by the school. But now, these same people picked up various tools and blocked the school entrance, loudly protesting.

Their expressions were fearful and anxious, as if desperately needing an explanation from the school.

With his duckbill cap pulled low, Han Fei activated his master-level acting and quietly blended into the crowd: "Auntie, what happened last night? Why are you all gathering here?"

"The school promised us safety, assuring us that we could trust them with our children! But who would have thought that they would use our children to trade with ghosts!" The old aunt was trembling with rage, striking the school’s high walls with her cane. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she seemed to be in a state of mental distress.

"Monsters! I’ve always said there are monsters living in this school! You all wouldn’t believe me!" The scarred vagabond crawled out of a pile of trash, mocking laughter on his face, but soon he began to cry bitterly, as if his family had also been sacrificed to ghosts, though no one had believed him at the time.

Curses and arguments pierced through the high walls, and many realized for the first time that these thick barriers weren’t to keep ghosts out but to prevent the living from peering in!

Han Fei nodded to himself as he observed the protesting crowd, which included penniless vagabonds, hardworking new citizens, and well-dressed people who lived comfortably even during the calamity.

Those people belonged to the "management," responsible for the operation of the living’s stronghold. They were aware of the school’s deeds. This group enjoyed privileges and should have, in theory, stood firmly with the school, yet now they were instigating the crowd to protest outside.

"It seems all the living around the stronghold have taken a stance against the school?"

Han Fei naturally squeezed next to a man with "privilege," who appeared to be an expert responsible for drug production at the stronghold.

"What brings you here as well?"

The man looked utterly exhausted, with deep fear hidden in his eyes: "The school promised us safety, but starting from last night, twenty-seven management personnel have been hunted down by ghosts! Everyone’s in panic now, and people want an explanation from the school!"

He painfully gripped his wrist: "I sacrificed so much to protect my family, but now all of my efforts seem like a joke!"

"Twenty-seven management personnel hunted down by ghosts?" Han Fei was startled by the number. There was a connection between the principal and the Black Building, and ghosts rarely wandered outside unless entering specific buildings.

How could twenty-seven people be killed under such circumstances, and all of them were privileged management personnel?

It was clear the killer wasn’t a ghost but someone wanting to overthrow the current order.

That man probably thought of this too, but the question was, apart from the school, who else within the stronghold had the ability to kill so many management personnel in just two nights?

Sacrificing children, betraying conscience, maximizing selfishness, all to protect oneself, yet the school hadn’t honored their promise. Naturally, these privileged people felt anger and unease.

"Bang!"

The tightly closed school gates were smashed open, and the crowd surged in, with Han Fei mixing in with everyone else.

As he watched the angry crowd, Han Fei said nothing further, thinking the killers were likely the students of Class Seven.

The hunt against the privileged began around the time Class Seven students awoke.

"This method is rather terrifying..."

In two nights, they turned all the living at the stronghold against the school, incited the anger of ordinary people, destroyed the safety net of the privileged, made the noble embrace morality, let the vile feel the threat of death, drove madmen insane, and made the selfish claw at everything for their own interest!

"Indeed, it takes monsters to deal with monsters."

Stones shattered the classroom glass as the crowd gathered courage together.

When a classroom’s primary purpose isn’t education, such events are bound to happen sooner or later. The teachers at the school had envisioned such a scene, but no one expected it to unfold so swiftly.

The playground loudspeakers crackled as Director Crow rushed out of the teaching building with a megaphone, standing on the steps and shouting for everyone to stay calm. But no one paid him any heed.

"If not for needing you to birth new sacrificial offerings, who would care about your lives and deaths?" The principal, with half his face scarred, stepped out of the shadows onto the second-floor corridor.

He didn’t try to stop the crowd, merely pulling a bottle filled with black liquid from his pocket.

"What a pity, wasting a nightmare."

He flung the black bottle from the second floor. The specially made bottle shattered in front of the teaching building, black mist ballooning instantaneously, and heartrending cries echoed across the campus as a massive, deformed resentment spirit charged toward the crowd.

Removing his top hat, the principal leaped from the second floor, his shoes planting on the resentment spirit’s head, his mutated arm plunging directly into its eye socket. Soul blood splashed; the severely injured resentment spirit was no match for the principal during the day; it could only be tormented repeatedly.

"The ghosts that murdered those innocents came from other areas; I’ve already captured one alive. Soon, we’ll catch the others." Standing atop the massive resentment spirit’s head, bathed in soul blood, the principal exuded a terrifying aura: "Remember, only the school can cultivate the special personalities capable of killing ghosts. This is the last hope for all living people, so don’t believe rumors! And don’t let evil ghosts sway your minds!"

With a twisted grin, the principal looked down at the crowd: "Give me three days, and once the assessments are over, I’ll capture the murderer and make sure he dissipates before your eyes!"

In the sunlight, the resentment spirit dissolved, and the principal had cowed the crowd. Director Crow and the other teachers quickly began to pacify everyone, finally dispersing the crowd by late morning.

The people of the stronghold left in small groups, but the seed of doubt had already been planted; those blindly trusting the school were dwindling in number.

Standing in the corner of the first floor, Han Fei witnessed everything, thinking that the children might actually succeed in eliminating the principal before the assessments.