My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 869: Escaping the Sinister Spirit

Chapter 869: Chapter 869: Escaping the Sinister Spirit

Han Fei’s fingertip touched the doorknob of the Director’s office, but at that moment, he heard the cry of a child again, a sound not coming from the Director’s office, but from another room deep in the corridor.

"Number Two said to always follow the child’s cry and not to be distracted by anything."

Han Fei withdrew his hand, undisturbed by habitual thinking, and turned to run towards the source of the crying.

He had barely taken a few steps when the door marked as the Director’s office swung open, and a gigantic arm, covered in brown hair, reached out, its palm clutching countless children’s smiling faces!

If Han Fei had accidentally opened the door just now, he would have been grabbed directly by the giant hand!

A wave of fear washed over him, and Han Fei broke into a run, not daring to pause for a moment.

"The giant hand is covered in brown hair; it seems to be mentioned in the memory images emerging from the sauce jar! Could this hand belong to the Director?"

Eternal Life Pharmaceutical wouldn’t hire a Monster to be the Director; something else must have happened to that madman. Or perhaps the so-called reddish-brown hair is some kind of metaphor.

Following the child’s cry closely, Han Fei seemed tireless, with a continuous surge of Power welling up from his soul’s depths, and no fear could stop him. This is what sets Han Fei apart from other Investigation Bureau members; the more fear and unease they feel, the more they fall into internal strife, becoming exhausted and stumbling after not running far. But Han Fei, with unyielding will, never doubts himself and marches towards hope with every step.

The giant hand was impossible to shake off, almost catching Han Fei several times. Just as those thick fingers were about to close in, Han Fei sped up abruptly and narrowly escaped.

He circled in the corridors for a long time until the child’s cry grew louder, and finally, at the end of the corridor, Han Fei saw a new picture.

On the cracked wall was a painting of a newborn baby, extremely cute and easily arousing adults’ protective instincts. However, the scene depicted was a bit cruel—a pair of rough hands grabbing the baby’s legs, yanking it out of a cradle; toys and a storybook scattered nearby—Mommy and Daddy’s sought-after person is here.

The baby’s hands flailed wildly, one seemingly pointing toward the hallway.

The cries became more piercing, and to avoid being caught by the giant hand, Han Fei dashed into the stairway at the end of the corridor.

The floor tiles changed, and the wallpaper was torn off. As Han Fei entered the corridor, it was as if he was trapped again in the childhood fears of the Director.

The smell of disinfectant in the air was replaced by a stench, and a large amount of mold floated in the tunnel leading underground, with indelible bloodstains on the slippery floor and tiny bone fragments stuck in the stone crevices.

The scene before him was incredibly realistic, seemingly the most vivid memory in the Director’s mind.

"Something isn’t right."

The cries seemed like tiny hands climbing onto Han Fei’s body, grabbing him bit by bit, as if trying to pull him somewhere.

The light dimmed further, and suddenly, the sound of a door closing echoed. The door to the stairway vanished, leaving Han Fei trapped in this bizarre tunnel forever descending.

Cold droplets fell from above, and Han Fei leaned against the wall, his body swallowed by darkness.

He didn’t know how long he had walked in the spiraling downward tunnel when he finally saw a room ahead.

Buried deep underground, unseen by sunlight, the Director’s secret must be hidden in this room.

The squeaky sound echoed as Han Fei pushed open the door, revealing a large mirror before him. The person in the mirror seemed to be himself.

At that moment, Han Fei had already changed in appearance, regressed to four or five years old, with festering wounds covered in reddish-brown blotches, his head shaved bald, and an ugly birthmark that was hard to look at directly.

"Is this what the Director looked like as a child?"

No matter the angle, he didn’t seem human, making it impossible to imagine what he had experienced.

Footsteps suddenly echoed behind him, and Han Fei quickly hid behind the mirror, watching as a brawny man entered the room.

The man seemed to be searching for something, extremely agitated and furious, as if he had lost an irreplaceable part of his life.

He roared, smashing items in the room, a nameless fire raging within, demanding release.

After searching the room without finding the "thing," the man gave up, sat on the ground, and casually opened a wooden cage in the corner of the room.

The sound of wheels turning could be heard as a pitiful child, attached to a wooden cart by his lower body, appeared. The child offered a flattering smile, but the man was not satisfied and kicked him away.

The wooden wheel fell off the boy, and he crawled away in fear.

The man’s eyes filled with excitement and terror; he enjoyed chasing his fleeing prey, tormenting those fearful children, as if satisfying his perverse desires.

This eerie room was utterly creepy. Han Fei slowly moved toward the door, but then realized the child’s cry concentrated within the room—near the door, it became indistinct. According to Number Two, he now needed to stay in the room.

"What to do?" The Director’s mental ghost creature is abnormally absurd, with exits always hidden in places hard for the average person to guess, designed entirely by a madman’s logic.

The crawling child had stopped struggling, lifeless in the man’s hands.

Picking up the child’s body, the man opened a cabinet in the room, filled with various children, their bodies differing from normal ones.

Admiring the "exhibition cabinet" with satisfaction, the man suddenly noticed an empty space below—a child seemed to have escaped.

His face turned terrifying, looking as if he would devour someone, exuding a frightening aura as his body began to swell.

The feeling of horror seeped through Han Fei’s entire body. It had nothing to do with his own will; he was forcibly drawn into the Director’s fear-laden memories.

Instinct was urging him to flee, and though he still had time to run, the child’s cry echoed only inside the room, disappearing entirely outside.

"What choice did the Director make back then? The exit of this nightmare should lie within his decision!"

The man’s body was slowly turning, and Han Fei clenched his fists. The aura emanating from that monster was mixed with endless hatred, which continued to surge.

His brain was racing; Han Fei didn’t keep hiding. He stepped out from behind the mirror.

When the man turned around, he found Han Fei standing beside him.

The coarse arm covered with blades seized Han Fei’s head. The man, several times larger than before, easily lifted him up, admiring the Director’s hideous, deformed face.

It seemed the man wanted to witness fear and fright in Han Fei—that was what he truly desired.

The blades sliced through the skin, blood flowing over the fungal spots and birthmarks. The intense pain tormented Han Fei’s nerves, but he forced himself to endure.

To overthrow everything, one must feign compliance with the rules, accumulating enough power until they transform from an ugly pet into a ferocious monster.

After having his face slashed once again, the man lost interest and casually tossed Han Fei to the ground.

The massive body moved towards the exit, the door closed, and Han Fei slowly crawled up, listening to the cry echoing in his ears.

"When the man came in, he seemed to be looking for something? He appeared anxious, and recalling the pattern on the outside wall, the book mentioned that what Dad and Mom were searching for was here..."

Han Fei thought of a possibility: "What the man might want to find is his own child, but the baby was hidden by the Director."

Choosing not to escape, Han Fei leaned against the wall, carefully discerning the direction from which the cries emanated.

"Does it seem like I’m the only one who can hear this cry?"

After wandering in the room for a long time, Han Fei made an extremely horrifying discovery. He stood in front of the mirror, ears perked up, and finally determined that the child’s cry was coming from his own belly.

And just as Han Fei realized this, a child’s arm reached out from his abdomen, creating a gory hole on his stomach.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Han Fei was shocked by this mental ghost creature; ordinary people wouldn’t even conceive such extreme abnormalities.

"Could it be... the exit is here?"

Han Fei reached out to touch the mirror; the surface rippled like water. The Director’s belly in the mirror was slowly being torn apart, the opening widening.

"This is too perverted!"

Bending over, Han Fei crawled into the Director’s stomach within the mirror; he found the whereabouts of the murderer couple’s biological child.

The world turned blood-red; Han Fei felt his body being digested and disintegrated until all his pain vanished.

Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes to find himself back inside the Mental Hospital, appearing in a strange room.

In front of him stood a row of wardrobes, similar to those storing children in the basement from the Director’s memories, but ten times the number.

Opening the wardrobe, each one contained all sorts of personalities. These seemed to be stripped from the consciousness of living people by the Director, collectively forming a vast mental ghost creature.

"Player numbered 0000, please note, you have discovered a voyeuristic personality; this special personality was stripped from a patient in the Mental Hospital by hatred."

"Player numbered 0000, please note, you have discovered an imaginative personality; this special personality was stripped from a patient in the Mental Hospital by hatred."

...

The system notifications sounded continuously. Han Fei had no time to touch those personalities when the voice of Number Two echoed in his mind.

"Quick! It’s coming! Go to the deepest part of the room now! Smash that jar!"

A sense of unprecedented crisis surged through him. Han Fei didn’t need to think to know, the Director’s true body was approaching.

He had entered the core room of the mental ghost creature; this place was a taboo the Director could not touch.

In fact, the Director probably never imagined that a living person could emerge from his own fear, much less make it to this room. To get here, one would have to find the breach arising from the mental ghost creature’s transition, go deeper step by step through trials impossible for a normal person, and need great luck to have a slight chance at success.

Moving freely amidst the fear interwoven by countless mental hospital patients, how could the Investigation Bureau have such an incomprehensibly perverted person?

By the time the Director’s true body caught up, it was a bit late. Han Fei reached the center of the entire mental ghost creature, finding that special jar.

All the personalities were connected to the jar, the brain floating inside directing and controlling everything.

"Player numbered 0000, please note! You’ve successfully found the Brain-in-jar; please immediately take it out of the Third Mental Hospital!"

"The world you see is just a dream reconstructed from innumerable memories. In fact, everyone lives inside their own jar. Any soul wanting to escape will be ruthlessly crushed by fate, and you will be no exception."