My Healing Games

Chapter 160 Inside and outside the house were all

Han Fei finished reading the diary. Although there was a belated confession in it, it was more like crocodile tears.

The other three girls in the dormitory, besides number four, finally remembered kindness when they faced despair and death.

The last page of the diary even contains a group photo of the four girls in dormitory 304 when they first entered university, but the photo now seems so ridiculous.

Han Fei put down his diary and picked up the photograph, on the back of which were written the names of four people.

The girl in bed number four is named Shu Mengting, and she has the gentlest smile in the photo.

"What a fine child, forced into becoming a monster." Han Fei put the group photo into his pocket because he sensed a trace of eeriness from it.

“The environment can indeed have a great impact on a person.” Zhang Guanxing looked at the word “hatred” tattooed on his hand and felt some sympathy for Shu Mengting’s plight.

“Indeed, a long time ago, I was also a simple and kind boy.” Han Fei placed the black jar containing the corpse near the door. If the vengeful ghost entered through the front door, he would try to control it with the jar.

He didn't intend to harm the vengeful ghost; to be honest, he didn't have the ability to harm it either. So Han Fei's initial plan was to hold out for thirty minutes and then run away immediately.

Fifteen minutes had passed since the mission began, and nothing unexpected had happened during that time.

Han Fei and Zhang Guanxing searched room 304 thoroughly, but they found no other useful clues.

"Teacher, so can we just stay in this room from now on?" Zhang Guanxing recalled the contents of his diary: "The reason that the three girls got into trouble was largely because the dormitory supervisor came, and they had no choice but to open the door, which allowed Shu Mengting to enter the room. As long as we keep the door closed, we should be fine."

“You’re being too naive,” Han Fei shook his head. “The last part of the diary was torn out, which means the girl who wrote it must have met with some misfortune. This means that Shu Mengting entered the dormitory at that time.”

"Yes, that's true."

"What if she came in and never came out?" Han Fei's question stunned Zhang Guanxing.

"You mean the ghost has been in the dorm room the whole time? Then... why are there still footsteps outside the door?" Zhang Guanxing broke out in a cold sweat.

"Did you notice that footstep sound was strange? It felt like something was dragging us back and forth?" Han Fei got to the heart of the matter: "The ghosts outside might just be there to lure us into the room."

"Force them into the room?"

"kindness."

Han Fei looked at the description of the hidden mission, which said not to open the door under any circumstances and to hold out for half an hour.

Most of the system's tasks are the kind that involve knowingly venturing into dangerous territory. The system's instruction not to open the door isn't because there are ghosts outside or that opening the door will lead to death. Rather, it's telling him that there are ghosts inside and he needs to hold on for half an hour to avoid dying inside.

Once half an hour has elapsed, he can naturally open the door and leave, provided, of course, that he survives until the mission ends.

This system always manages to issue the most outrageous tasks using the most comforting and mundane words.

"There might be ghosts both inside and outside the house; the only difference is which kind of ghost we want to face." Han Fei sat on the bed; he had been honed to the point where he could perform reverse reasoning.

"Are there ghosts everywhere..." Zhang Guanxing obediently sat down next to Han Fei. This delinquent boy had become an obedient child who absolutely obeyed the teacher's orders and was even a little clingy in the healing game.

"Don't be afraid, just hold on for half an hour." As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, footsteps sounded again in the corridor.

The strange sound drew closer and closer, this time stopping at the door of room 304.

The key was slowly inserted into the lock, the old lock making a rattling, eerie sound. As the other person applied more and more force, the entire lock trembled, as if it were about to fall off.

Han Fei and Zhang Guanxing both shut their mouths, staring intently at the door, barely daring to breathe.

A few minutes later, silence returned outside the door.

"Is she gone?"

Before Zhang Guanxing could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door of dormitory 304.

The sudden knocking startled Zhang Guanxing. He stood up, his head nearly hitting the top bunk of the bed.

The scene recorded in the diary appeared once again: knocking on the door in the corridor at fixed intervals, one knock after another.

If a ghost suddenly appears, it's only a momentary fear, but the situation in dormitory 304 is completely different now.

The knocking sound seemed to be deliberately tormenting the person inside, who returned time and time again, filled with resentment, hatred, and pain.

The stench in the room grew stronger, and the air became somewhat damp. Although the doors and windows were tightly closed, a cold draft occasionally blew in.

Separated by a door, neither Han Fei nor Zhang Guanxing knew what was outside; that fear of the unknown was the most tormenting.

With veins bulging on his hands, Zhang Guanxing picked up a pen and paper from the table, wrote a sentence, and handed it to Han Fei.

"Teacher, I'll open the door. You take that jar and throw it out when I open the door!"

Zhang Guanxing's idea was good, but he overlooked one problem: the black jar, a cursed object, was one of Han Fei's few "weapons." After throwing the black jar away, how would he deal with the ghosts in the house?
Besides, half an hour hadn't been up yet, and Han Fei would never panic, so he wrote seven words on the paper: "Do as I say later."

The ghost in room 304 wanted to stall for time, which suited Han Fei perfectly. He and Zhang Guanxing silently stared at the door.

Gradually, the door to room 304 began to tremble slightly, and the room became increasingly damp.

Zhang Guanxing, who was focused on the door, suddenly felt a chill on his neck and shrank back in fright.

I reached down and touched the back of my neck; it was wet.

"It's leaking? But I'm not looking at the ceiling, I'm looking at the bed frame?"

Zhang Guanxing looked up in confusion. He peered through the gap in the upper bunk and saw a disfigured face above his head.

“T-Teacher…” Zhang Guanxing touched Han Fei with trembling hands.

"what happened?"

"She...she's right above us!" After saying this, Zhang Guanxing grabbed Han Fei and they got off the bed. The two of them stood in the middle of the dormitory and looked towards the bed.

There were no ghost faces there, but the bed was wet, and a human-shaped stain could be vaguely seen on it.

"I saw it! I definitely saw it!"

"Don't worry, I believe in you." Han Fei gestured for Zhang Guanxing to step back, then reached for the bedding and used his ability.

As Han Fei's fingers touched the human-shaped stain, a girl's pitiful cries echoed in the dormitory. He sensed despair and regret from the stain.

"You drove her to her death, and now she's come looking for you. This is just retribution." Han Fei had no intention of saving her. First, he didn't have the ability, and second, he felt that if you did something wrong, you should be punished.

The stench inside was almost suffocating, and Han Fei's clothes had become soaked with sweat. It was as if the dormitory was slowly sinking into an underground river.

It became increasingly damp and cold, and all the light was swallowed up.

With nowhere around him safe, Han Fei opened the mission panel. There were still six minutes left before the mission ended.

Picking up the black jar from the ground, Han Fei warily surveyed his surroundings, knowing that the other party was about to appear.

The knocking on the door became more and more urgent. Han Fei and Zhang Guanxing stood inside the house, on high alert!
Just three minutes before the mission was about to be completed, the knocking stopped abruptly, followed by footsteps, as if the monster outside was preparing to leave.

When the sound of footsteps dragging something rang out, Han Fei's heart slowly settled back into his chest, but as he listened, he suddenly felt that something was not right!
"It sounds like there were two footsteps!"

He suddenly turned around!

A girl, soaking wet, stood next to Zhang Guanxing. Her clothes clung to her body, and her skin was deathly pale.
Water stains had spread all over Zhang Guanxing's body, her disfigured face filled with pain and resentment, and her body was still swelling.

"Behind you!"

Grabbing Zhang Guanxing's arm, Han Fei pulled him along while opening the black jar towards the girl.

Whether it was because the wishing jar had been repeatedly damaged or because the girl herself was quite powerful, she only paused for a few seconds after seeing the black jar.

In those few seconds, Han Fei pulled Zhang Guanxing to his side.

At this moment, the girl's body was almost completely blended with all the water stains in the dormitory, and she exuded an astonishing resentment.

The black jar made a crisp sound, and another crack appeared on it. Han Fei knew he couldn't delay any longer.

"Point the jar at her."

Han Fei handed the black jar to Zhang Guanxing, and then he took out the blood-red paper figure from his inventory.

The situation was critical, and Han Fei didn't have time to communicate. He cut his palm and let the blood drip onto the blood-red paper figure.

After drinking blood, the paper figure slowly opened its eyes, and its gaze towards Han Fei was filled with a morbid longing.

(End of this chapter)