My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 865: The Brain Hidden in the Jar

Chapter 865: Chapter 865: The Brain Hidden in the Jar

Han Fei’s grip on the documents made his veins bulge, the blood-colored night at the orphanage had completely altered Han Fei’s fate, transforming a child with a healing personality into a madman who could only laugh wildly.

It brutally shattered the hopes all the children had fought for, cut off all routes of escape, and killed them on that one night.

Just through the memory fragments of Kuangxiao, Han Fei could feel that despair.

"Tong Xin? Director? New grudges and old ones, this time it must be properly repaid!"

Thinking of what the children went through, Han Fei was determined to seize the hatred in the mental hospital; the suffering the children endured back then will be inflicted entirely upon the hatred now.

How to repay kindness if vengeance is repaid with virtue?

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, that’s the only way Han Fei could survive in the Deep World.

"Don’t be nervous, relax." Tou Qi noticed Han Fei’s unusual behavior and lightly handed him a piece of gum: "It’s only nine years expired, still edible, chewing it is quite stress-relieving."

"Thanks, but no." Han Fei put down the documents and listened carefully to the manager’s plan from the Investigation Bureau.

They had already prepared to act against the Third Mental Hospital, but internal voices weren’t unified; some feared failure, others feared unnecessary casualties. However, when Hatred actively moved out and began loitering near the Investigation Bureau, all management personnel sensed the crisis.

They didn’t know what Han Fei had done in Hope New City but recalled that during the most severe disasters, Hatred only left its original building when expanding the ghost creature.

In their view, the hatred in the Third Mental Hospital was actively provoking, even plotting against the Investigation Bureau.

An hour and a half-long operational meeting quickly concluded, and the management decided to launch a clearing action against the Third Mental Hospital at noon tomorrow. All investigation squads, except for the group that followed Li Xue, would be deployed, along with five squads from the patrol unit and the logistics support unit.

These were just the basic forces; the management also decided to contact the most top-tier possessors of special personality from the Investigation Bureau to act. They had done great deeds for the Investigation Bureau, unrestricted, only returning when the bureau needed them.

"It seems the bureau is serious this time." Tou Qi, who rarely saw such grandiosity, became serious in expression.

"It’s not that bad, just a few more combat squads than last time." Han Fei silently planned his own affairs.

"The Investigation Bureau is divided into several different units, just like our investigative unit, which has thirteen investigation squads. The squadron leader is responsible for commanding, he’s the most reputable and persuasive, but the strongest in the investigative unit is the deputy captain." Tou Qi explained to Han Fei, the newcomer: "The captain is the battlefield commander, and the deputy captain leads the charge at the forefront. He doesn’t need to think about anything extra, only to kill."

"Is the deputy captain the top-tier possessor of special personality the leader mentioned earlier?"

"Yes, each of them has awakened their personality more than seven times; they mutated into actual monsters after the disaster." Tou Qi described a person as a monster for the first time: "Isn’t the first squad leader strong enough? But he’s just a squad leader, perhaps you can understand what I’m saying this way?"

In any unit, only the strongest can become the deputy captain responsible for slaying, and this time the entire investigative unit could be said to be mobilized.

"Hatred doesn’t leave its building for no reason; I have a bad feeling. Now the director went to Hope New City again; do you think it could be a trap?" Tou Qi frowned tightly: "Are the ghosts and monsters teaming up to trap us?"

"There’s that possibility." Han Fei nodded slightly; the Shrine Memory World had already entered the second stage, caution is never wrong.

"No, I have to discuss this with the squadron leader." Tou Qi hurriedly left, and Han Fei went to Squad Ten and consulted the Top Student about how to use the Possessive Personality, then returned to the school and called all the children into the classroom.

After closing the doors and windows, and pulling the curtains, Han Fei ensured that no one outside was eavesdropping, then walked to the center of the podium.

"There’s something I must explain to you all." After a moment’s deliberation, Han Fei slowly spoke: "On the blood-colored night, Zero killed you all. I probably appeared on that night as well. I know this is something you least want to mention, but now we need to face it directly. Based on the clues I have, Gao Xing instructed the Director to indirectly cause the blood-colored night. Tomorrow noon, I will go with the people from the Investigation Bureau to the Third Mental Hospital to kill the Director in this worst possible future."

"Blood-colored night..."

All the children fell silent, a sharp pain piercing their chest.

"What exactly happened that night?"

Han Fei looked at Number Two, but he shook his head: "My brain was stolen a long time ago; my remaining body experienced the blood-colored night, but the brain stored in the jar didn’t."

Whether Number Two didn’t want to say or there was another reason, he didn’t answer.

"Zero kept the most painful things in his heart, and we too have no memories of that night." Number One stood up from his seat: "Let’s change the topic, like how to make the director regret after we catch him."

"Certainly can’t let them simply scatter their souls, even in the Shrine." Number Four lowered his head, writing one dead character after another, the killing intent seeping into the desk.

"Tomorrow, we’ll go with you." Number Two showed no anger on his face, but he opened his mouth to take all the children over: "We won’t take risks entering the mental hospital, you better figure out a way to force him out of the ghost creature."

"No need, this time we have the strongest special personality possessors from the Disaster Investigation Bureau taking action; you all stay safely at the bureau." Han Fei had to be responsible for the children’s safety.

"If it really is that person, just the investigative unit might not suffice." Number Two had a deep impression of the Director; one of his memory fragments had transformed into the Director, finally taken by the Soul of Evil: "Trust me, and I also need you to retrieve something for me there."

"What thing?"

"A special jar developed by Eternal Life..."

Number Two could see fate, and since he said so, Han Fei didn’t refute.

He left the classroom and found Yan Lan, preparing to take Class Seven students out for a new "trial" tomorrow.

...

In the Third Mental Hospital, strange murmurs repeatedly emerged from the solitary room in the main building as if someone was sleep-talking.

"Recently, I always dream of a strange man knocking on the door, holding a bladeless knife, wearing an Evil Ghost mask, covered in children’s blood!"

"Every time I watch him through the peephole, his knocking becomes more violent. I’m extremely scared, but the neighbors in the building seem unable to hear anything, and no one comes to check on me!"

"That terrifying feeling makes me feel like I’m back in my childhood."

Chains fell to the ground, and the door of the solitary room was opened; a doctor in a white coat stood at the room’s door, throwing a large suitcase into the solitary room: "Director, the kind of meat you requested hasn’t been found yet."

Before the doctor could finish his words, he was sucked into the solitary room by immense strength, without any time to scream.

It seemed to rain inside the solitary room, and after a moment, that bizarre voice sounded again.

"I lived in a haunted house since I was little; around three o’clock at night, the locked wooden door in the basement would always make noises, as if being opened and closed."

"I remember joking with my younger brother, scaring him by saying there was a brown-furred monster in the basement that fed on children."

"My brother was so scared that he didn’t sleep well for one night; it was from that time he started sleepwalking, always waking up under the bed, dreaming of someone hiding underneath pulling him."

"I miss my brother very much; unfortunately, I haven’t seen him for a long time."

"It might have been when I was eight; mom forgot to lock the door, and my brother sleepwalked out at midnight, and then he never came back."

"How do I know he went out at midnight? I don’t remember. I remember nothing."

"I forgot how many days it was; mom hasn’t returned for a long time either, but she left enough food for me when she left, the meat in that big box lasted a long time."

"It was the first time I ate such sour meat, no fragrance. Eating a lot made red-brown hair grow on my body; looking at myself in the mirror, I’m both terrified and helpless. I’m becoming more and more like the monster in the basement."

A large brown-furred hand reached out from the solitary room and closed the door, but the sound within still echoed through the corridor.

"I love children the most; I want to stay with them forever, watching them play, watching them learn, watching them go mad, and see if their brains are as beautiful as yours."