My Healing Games

Chapter 102: You're the first actor to trend on social media in this way.

The Deep World is vast and dangerous. Han Fei didn't know what awaited him outside the apartment building. He felt both uneasy and curious.

After putting away his gaming helmet, Han Fei lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep; he had never been so exhausted before.

Around seven in the morning, Han Fei was startled awake by his phone ringing. Still half asleep, he answered the call: "Who is this?"

"Han Fei, you had some misunderstandings with the company before. We've decided to give you appropriate compensation for your unilateral termination of the contract. Can we meet and talk about it? As far as I know, you haven't joined any other company yet."

Hearing the voice on the phone, Han Fei frowned and glanced at the caller ID. It was his former department head: "How could I forget to block him?"

"Han Fei, this is a rare opportunity. I hope you will consider it carefully. I went to great lengths to secure this opportunity for you out of consideration for our past relationship..."

After hanging up the phone, Han Fei immediately deleted the number and blocked it.

The idea of ​​leaving a way out for others and hoping to meet again in the future doesn't apply to Han Fei. Ever since playing the game "Perfect Life," he no longer wastes his time on unnecessary things.

Why would my former company suddenly call me? Has something happened to them recently?

Han Fei took out his phone and saw his name on the local trending topics list without even searching.

"The person who performed a heroic act by creating a human puzzle will star in a movie based on the human puzzle!"

"The most hardcore protagonist in history! I kill myself, I capture myself, I play myself!"

Starring firsthand witnesses! Recreating every detail! Taking you into the deepest darkness to appreciate the evil that blooms in the human heart.

Han Fei had no idea what was happening. Overnight, numerous reports about him appeared online, and the discussion surrounding him skyrocketed, even making it to the top of the local trending searches.

His social media account has gained over 30,000 followers, but the comment section is like a large-scale legal education event, with the Shanghai police personally stepping in to answer netizens' various questions about the case.

While other celebrities' accounts often have strange comments in their comment sections, Han Fei's comments are rather odd. The police and the public are all asking Han Fei what case he plans to remake next.

"What's going on?" Han Fei called Director Jiang, and the call was answered immediately after only one ring.

"Han Fei? Is there something you need?"

"I've seen a lot of news about me online. Is this an advertisement placed by our production team?"

"You scared me! I thought you had something come up and couldn't come to the shoot today." Director Jiang visibly breathed a sigh of relief. "The reports online have nothing to do with us. It's mainly because you did such a fantastic job that many people are actively searching for your name. Your popularity is currently very high, but it will gradually decrease over time, so we need to finish filming as soon as possible!"

"I'm going to the film set right away."

After hanging up the phone, Han Fei rubbed his temples: "Once I make money, I need to buy a health-preserving gaming pod that can connect to an external helmet as soon as possible."

After a quick wash, Han Fei hurriedly left the rented room. As he walked out of the building, he glanced casually at a corner before leaving as if nothing had happened.

A dozen seconds later, a middle-aged man wearing glasses emerged from the back of the van, carrying very professional filming equipment: "That person saw me? Impossible! I've been doing this for over ten years and have never missed a shot..."

Some unconvinced middle-aged men packed up their cameras and cautiously followed Han Fei. As they rounded a corner, they suddenly realized that Han Fei had disappeared.

"What about people?"

"Are you looking for me?" Han Fei's voice rang in the middle-aged man's ear. As the man turned around, Han Fei had already grabbed his wrist and pressed him against the wall: "Why were you following me?"

This whole set of professional police apprehension techniques stunned the middle-aged man. It took him a while to come up with a reason, but when he saw Han Fei's terrifying eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say the lie he had made up: "Don't do it, don't do it! I'm an entertainment reporter from New Shanghai Star, my name is Jin Jun. I feel like I can dig up a big story from you, so I came here to stake out you."

“Paparazzi?”

"Entertainment reporter, I am a professional entertainment reporter."

Releasing the middle-aged man's hand, Han Fei said very seriously, "You'd better interview me in a proper setting. If you follow me or take photos without my consent, I'm afraid you'll run into danger, because those serial killers who want revenge on me are also looking for an opportunity to strike, and you might run into them."

After giving the middle-aged man some advice, Han Fei ignored him and went directly to the film set.

There were more people outside the filming location, including reporters and many self-media creators.

In this day and age, anyone can become an internet celebrity, and many people are not pursuing the truth, but rather traffic and money.

They can often quickly generate buzz around a trending topic and grab a share of the traffic, but few people really care about what happens to the people involved.

In order to meet the filming schedule, Han Fei did not have much interaction with the reporters. They could not get the information they wanted from Han Fei. Some people with professional ethics chose to continue to wait, while others without any integrity began to make up stories based on their own imagination.

Han Fei had filmed several scenes in a row that morning, and he didn't relax until lunchtime. But before he could even eat a few bites, Zhan Lele ran over and asked, "Brother, have you seen the recent news? Did you provide the police with clues for the cases of the corpse hidden in the refrigerator and the corpse hidden in the plush toy?"

The two cases Zhan Lele mentioned were indeed based on clues provided by Han Fei, but the police have not made them public.

Frowning, Han Fei took out his phone and scrolled through the messages. Some marketing accounts on the internet had attributed the recent murder cases solved by Xin Hu to Han Fei. They made it sound very convincing, but in reality, they were just making things up in their own minds and imagining things.

They have no evidence whatsoever; they're just creating buzz for traffic and popularity. But the problem is that those murders are indeed related to Han Fei!

"Teacher Han, what they're saying can't be true, right?" Zhan Lele's jaw dropped in astonishment: "Aren't you filming with us every day? You're helping the police solve three murder cases in your spare time? You must be Conan's new Shanghai branch!"

"Quiet down, let me have some peace and quiet."

"Teacher Han, becoming famous is a good thing!"

"Being famous is indeed a good thing, but the problem is that the murderer has not yet been caught, and those psychopathic killers may come looking for me."

Hearing Han Fei say that, Zhan Lele's expression changed: "Holy crap! Doesn't that mean we're in big danger?"

"There's no need to panic too much. Even if they really come knocking, it's uncertain who will kill whom." Han Fei smiled at Zhan Lele, his gaze somewhat frightening, and for a moment Zhan Lele actually shivered.

Thank you, Wuhu, for being our leader!

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(End of this chapter)