My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 844: His Face Says It All - Teaching and Educating, Saving Lives and Helping the Injured

Chapter 844: Chapter 844: His Face Says It All - Teaching and Educating, Saving Lives and Helping the Injured

"Don’t move! Stay where you are and don’t move around!"

The young man in the Disaster Investigation Bureau uniform quickly dispersed the crowd, clearing a ten-meter radius around Han Fei, and set up mobile barriers around the monitoring point to enclose Han Fei.

"Could there be a problem with the equipment?" Han Fei thought he could still struggle a bit; although there were a bunch of ghosts in the abyss of his personality, normal people wouldn’t open his brain to check.

"Put your hands on the table! Don’t make any movements that could be easily misinterpreted!" The members of the Disaster Investigation Bureau were well-trained, and it wasn’t their first time dealing with such situations; they isolated Han Fei from everyone within minutes, and their superior arrived immediately.

"Uncle Zhao Ming! The suspect has been contained at detection point seven! Everything is normal for now, the target remains rational, no signs of alienation!"

The crowd automatically parted, and a scruffy, bearded middle-aged man in his forties walked to the barrier: "Disaster-level alert? Has hatred been detected?"

The middle-aged man frowned and stared at Han Fei, and as their eyes met, Han Fei’s expression slowly changed.

"Zhao Ming?" The more Han Fei looked, the more familiar the face seemed; he instinctively muttered a name.

"You know me?" The middle-aged, stubbled man squinted his eyes, highly vigilant, slowly reaching for his pocket.

"You actually survived the disaster?" Han Fei was incredulous; this Zhao Ming was a police officer from the Old City District police station. When Han Fei first got his game helmet, Zhao Ming, along with another officer named Zhang Xiaotian, had come to his home to investigate an arson case.

Having gone through the trials of disaster, Zhao Ming’s demeanor had undergone a complete transformation—efficient, mature, like a hungry tiger ready to hunt at any moment.

"Why can’t I survive?" Zhao Ming was ready to act, signaling the young man beside him to disperse the crowd further.

"It’s normal if you don’t remember me; do you still remember the name Han Fei?" Han Fei anxiously looked at Zhao Ming, eager to know his fate in the future dominated by the Master of Shrine.

"Never heard of it." Zhao Ming felt there was something off with Han Fei’s mental state, suspecting him to be a deeply hidden madman, much like their first encounter in reality.

"Completely never heard of?" Han Fei tried to confirm if Zhao Ming had merely forgotten him or something more, and asked, "Do you remember your colleague? You both came to find me back then, he was named Zhang Xiaotian."

Upon hearing Zhang Xiaotian, Zhao Ming’s expression grew complex, and after a moment’s hesitation, he took out a blood-stained badge from his pocket: "He is here."

Neither of them spoke further; after the disaster, many were gone, never to return.

"Tell me why you came to the Disaster Investigation Bureau, and why you are tainted with the aura of hatred?" Zhao Ming outwardly appeared as though he didn’t want to engage with Han Fei, when in fact he was buying time to evacuate the survivors.

Watching the people gradually distancing, Han Fei let out a bitter smile: "My name is Gao Cheng, and I possess a Greed Personality, capable of imprisoning ghosts and monsters within the abyss of my personality."

The coin of fate spun in the air, and the black mist representing greed surged around Han Fei, with an illusion of a bottomless abyss behind him.

"Calm down! He is not a ghost!" Zhang Menglan came running from afar, accompanied by an elderly man, who was the messenger connected to Zhang Menglan’s boyfriend.

"Group Leader Zhao Ming! Don’t act rashly! We have information on that teacher, he indeed possesses a special personality!" The elderly man hurriedly caught his breath, showing documents to Zhao Ming: "Gao Cheng is listed and needs to be prioritized as a school teacher!"

After glancing at the director’s seal on the document, Zhao Ming’s hand fell slowly from his pocket, and some hostility in his eyes faded: "He can imprison ghosts and monsters, but the equipment detected hatred on him, could he imprison hatred itself? How is that possible?"

"Before they arrived, they killed the principal at the school stronghold, that human traitor who traded with the Black Building was killed by them!" The elderly man panting pointed to Yan Lan: "She was the one who killed, he took the body."

"Old He, have you verified all this information? Letting someone with hatred inside the stronghold is too risky." Zhao Ming wasn’t intentionally targeting Han Fei; he had to be responsible for all survivors within the stronghold.

"I can stay outside the stronghold." Han Fei was very cooperative; he was an old friend of the Xinhu Police, naturally not wanting to make things difficult: "I mainly came to escort those survivors and my students."

"It’s already dark now, I indeed can’t let you into the stronghold tonight, but I will provide tents and sufficient food for everyone to stay in the safe zone for the night." The elderly man was in charge of logistics, and his department had begun phased psychological counseling and treatment for school stronghold survivors.

An hour and a half later, eleven survivors were brought to the isolation area near Han Fei by the Investigation Bureau, unlike Han Fei, who had already been possessed by ghosts on the way, and some were silently cursed by ghosts and monsters; Han Fei and the others didn’t notice before, and if they were allowed into the stronghold, it might cause trouble.

After two screenings, Old He’s department distributed food and surveys to each survivor.

Anyone could join the Disaster Investigation Bureau, but everyone joining had to be ready to face a very high mortality rate; the members of the Bureau gathered not just to survive in the ruins, but to uncover the truth behind the disaster and reclaim the city occupied by ghosts and monsters.

This was a fortress held together by faith, though small in numbers, it was the strongest among the three human strongholds in combat strength.

The survey made everything clear; those who hate ghosts and monsters and are willing to risk everything to fight were welcome to stay, those unwilling weren’t forced by the Bureau, and they would be gathered and sent to Hope New City at dawn.

The Disaster Investigation Bureau enters the city every day, rescuing people trapped deep within and contacting other scattered small strongholds, so they are quite familiar with this process.

Around midnight, the Bureau’s list has been compiled, but out of nearly three thousand survivors, only a little over three hundred are willing to join the Bureau.

They didn’t have a better choice before, but now hearing that the Bureau is willing to escort them to the safest human outpost on the city’s edge, they decisively chose to leave.

It’s worth mentioning that the vast majority of students chose to stay. The purpose of the school is to teach unafraid sacrificial offerings, making students compliant with assessments, which makes it easier for the school management. By a fortunate mistake, many students became more determined to change everything after witnessing the brutality of ghosts and monsters, aligning with the philosophy the school had always instilled in them.

The Bureau is also very satisfied with this result, as the role of ordinary people in great disasters is limited, but these school children are almost all potential candidates to awaken their own personalities—they are the seeds of the future.

After recording the names of each student, they are truly regarded as hope by the Bureau.

"Class One, twenty-nine students, twenty-five decided to stay! Among them, three have special personalities, ten students have initial personality awakening, and the probability of personality awakening in the remaining students is also very high!" Old He looked at the record sheet, feeling very good, even seeing Han Fei in a different light: "These school teachers really have some capability; not only does each possess team leader-level strength, but they also teach their students so well!"

"Don’t you think they’re pitiful? If it weren’t for the principal being killed, these kids would be dreaming while already on the table of hatred," Zhao Ming, still staying not far from Han Fei, said without relaxing for a second.

"Class Two, twenty-two students, twenty stay, with one student awakening a special personality... My God!"

Old He suddenly widened his eyes as he looked, gave Zhao Ming a hard pat on the shoulder, and directly burst out a curse.

"Are you sick or something?"

"Zhao Ming! Look at the results from Class Seven!" Old He jumped up directly, his hand holding the report trembling.

"What’s there to see in a bunch of kids?" Zhao Ming glanced sideways at the report, then couldn’t look away.

"Class Seven, thirty students, all chose to stay, among them twenty-five students with special personalities! Of the remaining five, four cannot be identified by the equipment! One caused three machines to malfunction consecutively!"

Zhao Ming maintained his posture, eyes still angled, not adjusted back.

A class with twenty-five students having awakened special personalities? If they can grow up smoothly, they will be at least at a team leader level like Zhao Ming!

Having twenty-five special personalities is one thing, chalking it up to a key city class, but what’s with the four kids whose personalities the equipment can’t recognize?

Zhao Ming’s eye twitched slightly; as for the student who destroys one machine per test, he didn’t dare to comment anymore.

"What’s with this class? How do they stand out so much more than the others?" It’s beyond standing out; it’s like a fighter jet parked in the middle of a chicken farm. While they’re all students, there’s a fundamental difference.

"I don’t know either!" Old He casually glanced at Zhang Menglan’s Class Eight and then looked around, holding the report from Class Seven: "To teach a class of monsters like this, the person in charge of Class Seven is terrifying! I need to tell the Bureau Chief, get this teacher locked, I mean, invited into the stronghold!"

"It’s fine; I can go in tomorrow." Separated by the protective fence, Han Fei heard their conversation and waved over the railing.

"Are you the person in charge of Class Seven?" Both Old He and Zhao Ming looked at Han Fei, but no matter how they looked, they couldn’t see anything special about Han Fei.

"Indeed, it’s me." Han Fei smiled shyly, "Don’t be fooled because I possess a Greed Personality, often drink Ghost Blood, swallow ghosts and monsters, even performed a living sacrifice with a cellmate once, but I am indeed a good teacher; the things I’m best at are teaching and saving lives."

Staring at Han Fei inside the protective fence, Zhao Ming felt Han Fei was seriously ill, while Old He silently repeated Han Fei’s words: "Living sacrifice? Cellmate?"

"Your focus seems strange." Han Fei shrugged, "I’m really not a bad person; I share the same pursuits and philosophies as you. If possible, I’d like to meet your Bureau Chief as soon as possible."

If Han Fei were merely an owner of a unique hatred personality, Zhao Ming and Old He wouldn’t pay much attention to his words, for the Disaster Investigation Bureau has dealt with real hatred before, but now that Han Fei has trained such a monster class of students, it has to be reported.

"You keep an eye on him here! I’ll notify the Bureau!"

Zhao Ming took the report and left quickly; about twenty minutes later, the side door of the Bureau was opened, and fully armed Bureau members came to Han Fei’s side.

The scent of blood and Dark Fiend Energy was strong on these people; they should be the main force of the Bureau who battle with ghosts and monsters.

"What do you want to do?" Before Han Fei could speak, Yan Lan and Wang Chuqing, who had been observing him, stood forward: "We’ve escorted the survivors here and have fully cooperated; don’t push it."

Yan Lan stood right in the middle of the crowd, facing the Bureau members without any fear: "Gao Cheng is a teacher at the school, and as acting principal, I won’t let him be taken away alone."

"Our Bureau Chief wants to meet him." The lead person pointed at Han Fei and then, avoiding Yan Lan, shouted to Han Fei, "The Chief said she’s never heard of the name Han Fei, but she feels very familiar with this name. She wants to meet Gao Cheng and also to meet Han Fei."