My Healing Games

Chapter 17 Do you want me to teach you how to play a villain?

Every time Han Fei exits the game, he feels a deep sense of gratitude for being alive.

He didn't rest for long. He turned on the bedside lamp and turned to look at the wall covered with photos of the murders.

Why did the seven deceased appear in that way in the human body mosaic pattern? Were all seven of them trapped in that room?

Generally speaking, any house where unnatural deaths have occurred can be called a haunted house, and the house where Han Fei lived seemed to have a total of seven dead people, making it the most haunted house among haunted houses.

"Wei Youfu and Amei have regained some consciousness. What I need to do next is help the other victims regain their senses."

Han Fei knew that the biggest wish of the deceased was to catch the murderer, but the problem was that he was just an obscure comedian, willing but unable to do so. Even if he did encounter the murderer, it was still uncertain who would be caught.

"Let's take it slow and be more cautious. After all, we only have one life." Han Fei took out his phone and started recording: "The old building where I live in the game is very dangerous. The information we have so far is that there are four rooms on each floor. I live on the fourth floor. Judging from the reaction of the neighbors on the sixth floor, the residents in this building should know that I live in a haunted house. They don't dare to come in casually."

"From this perspective, the monster in my house should be considered quite dangerous; at least many residents are afraid of it."

"Looking at it from another angle, the most dangerous place is the safest place. As long as I don't do anything reckless, that haunted house can actually protect me from being killed by the other neighbors."

"Another point to note is the child on the third floor. The haunted house is so scary that there are no talismans on the door. The room on the third floor is definitely a big problem. The child trapped in the room may be just as dangerous as the monster made up of the seven dead."

The thought gave Han Fei a headache: "Who tore off the talisman on that door on the third floor? I logged out of the game on the third floor this time. Based on previous experience, I'll be back on the third floor when I log back in. If that kid is guarding my corpse, am I doomed?"

The situation was too critical at the time, and Han Fei reacted very quickly. If he had been any slower, the child would probably have climbed right on top of him.

"The key is that he moves so fast, I can't even run away." Han Fei is now worried about being dragged into the room on the third floor by that child: "If I have the chance in the future, I'll see if I can lure him into the haunted house on the fourth floor."

At four in the morning, Han Fei turned on his computer, held his phone, and carefully sketched out clues and relationships between people by comparing the crime photos on the wall.

……

Sunlight shone on his face, and Han Fei didn't know when he had fallen asleep. He groggily woke up, glanced at the clock on the wall, and immediately jumped out of bed.

"I slept until nine o'clock. Director Jiang must be getting impatient."

After a quick wash, Han Fei hurriedly left home and headed to North Street in the old town.

He rushed as fast as he could, but he was still a little late; the film crew had already started shooting.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Han Fei quickly apologized, but the crew members didn't seem to care: "The first scene is about the villain and the first victim. The villain actor hasn't arrived yet, so there's no rush."

The production assistant, who had been intimidated by Han Fei's acting skills last time, came over and handed Han Fei a cup of coffee in a very familiar manner: "Just wait patiently, that villain has been late more than once or twice."

Han Fei sensed a hidden meaning in the other person's words: "May I ask who plays the villain in our drama?"

He played the second victim, while the other played the serial killer. They were acting opposite each other, and knowing a little about the other's situation made it easier for him to perform.

"You should have heard of him, his name is Zhan Lele. He's participated in a lot of variety shows before, but he doesn't have any outstanding works yet, so he can barely be considered a fifth-tier celebrity. This time, his company wants to use our drama to prove Zhan Lele's acting skills." The production assistant chatted with Han Fei.

"Has he never acted before?" Han Fei put down his coffee. "The villain is crucial to a drama."

“In my opinion, Zhan Lele himself is a topic of conversation. His first time playing a villain is also a good publicity point. In addition, he graduated from a film academy, so he has a certain foundation.” As the production assistant was speaking, there was a sudden commotion outside the apartment, followed by the sound of footsteps.

"I filmed a variety show all night last night, and I'm a little exhausted." A young man in his early twenties entered the set accompanied by his male agent. He smelled strongly of perfume and a masked smell of alcohol.

"Go get your makeup done." Director Jiang didn't even look up, seemingly too lazy to say anything more.

After all the staff were in place, Zhan Lele, who had already put on makeup, arrived late.

“You have very few lines. The first scene is in the stairwell. You play a murderer who secretly watches Amei, and then you follow her into the stairwell. I need you to create that feeling of being constantly followed.”

"I understand, I get it." Zhan Lele nodded confidently.

The actress playing Amei is young and inexperienced, and Zhan Lele's stalking doesn't create a sense of oppression; it's as if the person following behind isn't a psychopathic killer, but a drunken pervert.

Even Han Fei found this acting somewhat unacceptable, let alone the demanding director Jiang.

The first scene in the stairwell alone was filmed more than a dozen times. Zhan Lele went up and down the stairs, and he was exhausted. In the end, he sat down on the stairs and didn't move.

"Director, I have my own style, and I want to create this character according to my own ideas."

"Is this the kind of character you've created? A petty thug?" Director Jiang said with some dissatisfaction. "You do have some acting skills, but since you want to challenge yourself with a villainous role, then immerse yourself in the character. You are a murderer who killed seven people, and you harbor a hell in your heart!"

"But this is just a scene of going upstairs. The hell in my heart has been suppressed all along. I'm waiting for the final explosion!" Zhan Lele was also very straightforward.

"Why don't you unleash one right now and show me?"

After Director Jiang finished speaking, everyone looked at Zhan Lele. This young actress had been holding back for a long time, and then suddenly started wildly waving the prop knife and screaming hysterically.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Director Jiang covered his face: "Just ask anyone on set, did your portrayal of the psychopathic killer scare them? Did it put them under pressure?"

As he spoke, Director Jiang grabbed the stagehand and asked in front of Zhan Lele, "Were you scared by his performance just now?"

"Not afraid."

"What about you?"

"I feel like laughing."

I asked a few people randomly. The first two were completely unmoved, while the last one was amused.

“Every glance and every action is an act. Yesterday, the actor who auditioned as the victim was so scary that he scared the production crew. You played a serial killer like a drunken thug. Did you even read the script?”

It seems that Zhan Lele didn't really read the script, but he still insisted, "I really don't believe that someone playing the victim could scare the staff."

As the two were arguing, the conversation somehow drifted to Han Fei, and Director Jiang immediately called Han Fei over: "Have you read our script?"

"Looked."

"You play the serial killer."

"Me?" Han Fei had actually been trying to figure out the killer's mindset, but he wasn't honing his acting skills; he genuinely wanted to solve the case. "That's not a good idea, I'm a comedian."

"Don't be modest, come on, set an example for him." Director Jiang seemed to have a lot of confidence in Han Fei.

Han Fei himself did not want to take the lead, but now he had no choice.

He lowered his head, and the face of his sixth-floor neighbor from the beginning flashed into his mind: holding a sharp knife, sticking his head out of the stairwell, standing in the shadows, watching the living thing walk towards him.

His face bore a thirst for blood and flesh, concealing an undisguised destructive urge. He was clearly trying his best to suppress his inner impulses; he couldn't wait to plunge the dagger in his hand into the other person's body.

Suppressed breathing, chilling gazes—the person who had been following him finally entered the dark stairwell. Now, no one would stop him.

Slowly raising his head, Han Fei stared at Zhan Lele's neck, and a smile gradually appeared on his chapped lips.

(End of this chapter)