My Healing Games

Chapter 242 The Butterfly That Flew Out of the Dream

After Xu Qin left, Han Fei began to inspect the house.

This room used to belong to the eighth sub-personality, and there may be some useful clues left in the room.

"The layout of all the rooms in the building is similar, just like the houses in the meat processing plant's residential compound. Even the shrines placed in the rooms are exactly the same."

Stopping in the corner of the living room, Han Fei noticed the shrine as soon as he entered the house, but since his injuries hadn't healed yet, he didn't touch it.

"Whether in reality or in the animal alley of the deeper world, the writer's building contained a large number of shrines, but he clearly mentioned in 'The Butcher's House' that he did not believe in gods."

As Han Fei slowly removed the black cloth from the shrine, he was about to open the small wooden door when Ku suddenly stopped him.

Do you sense danger?

The crying was as if facing a formidable enemy, like a frightened wildcat.

Seeing the bloodstains seeping from the cracks in the shrine, Han Fei ultimately decided not to open the small door: "The bloodstains on the shrine have dried, and that small door leading to the gods must not have been opened for a long time. I'd better not take the risk and wait for Xu Qin to return and ask for her opinion."

The room was spotless, and everything was neatly arranged. The homeowner even seemed a bit obsessive-compulsive, as the distance between the decorations was exactly the same.

The living room, kitchen, and bathroom all felt nice, but the situation completely changed once you entered the bedroom.

Bloodstained gauze and clothes were scattered all over the floor, the bed was torn to shreds by a knife, and dried, congealed bloodstains were visible everywhere.

The overhead light was smashed, the wardrobe was overturned, the desk was sawed in half, and every possible hiding place in the bedroom was destroyed.

The windows were sealed with cement, and the white walls were covered with crooked characters carved out with knives and fingernails, scattered throughout the room. Each glaring blood-red character seemed to contain the homeowner's pain, and just looking at it made one feel uncomfortable all over.

Standing at the bedroom door, Han Fei seemed to see a scene before his eyes.

At midnight, a woman who was awakened from a nightmare went mad. Out of control, she changed her personality and began to destroy her surroundings.

Destruction without a clear purpose is done to vent one's fear and, at the same time, to enhance one's sense of security.

"The female chef with the eighth secondary personality, whose personality complexity is second only to the writer, why would someone with severe mysophobia become a bloodthirsty butcher?"

To figure out the problem, Han Fei went into the bedroom and carefully examined the ravings on the walls.

There's a saying among psychiatrists: You can enter the mind of a madman, but never try to think like him, and certainly don't try to understand him.

What Han Fei is doing now is a very dangerous thing. He has not received systematic training. He just wants to reconstruct the fear experienced by the eighth subpersonality through continuous understanding and find out the reasons for its change.

Looking at the words on the wall, my fingers touched the knife marks and gouging marks. When the other person was mentally deranged, it seemed that they could not feel any pain at all. There was still flesh and blood in those words.

Surrounded by such words, Han Fei slowly immersed himself in the experiences of his eighth alternate personality.

"I've forgotten when I first dreamed about that thing. At first, it seemed to be hiding in the crowd, brushing past me unintentionally, but later, for some reason, it seemed to have become attached to me."

"That thing seems to keep appearing in my dreams, no matter what kind of dream I have, it will be there."

"Most of the time it becomes a stranger to me, and it doesn't have any contact with me. It just watches me from a distance."

"But from a certain point onward, everything changed, and that thing was getting closer to me."

"I can feel it getting closer and closer to me. Sometimes, even when it doesn't appear, I can still feel its gaze. I know it's right beside me."

"I don't understand why I have such strange dreams? Why do I have to suffer like this? Reality is already tiring enough, and I can only rest properly in my dreams, but now even my dreams are not safe."

"On the seventh day after I dreamed about that thing, something really bad happened."

“I dreamt that my pet cat jumped onto the windowsill. It seemed scared to stay in my room. I wanted to hug it, but when it saw me coming, it jumped out of the window.”

"I quickly ran to the window, and as I peered down, I was pushed by a tremendous force from behind."

"Someone pushed me off the building right in my house!"

"When my body fell, I saw it standing right outside my window."

“I don’t know it, but it wants to kill me. I can’t think of a reason.”

"That night's death was just the beginning. In the dreams that followed, I was killed by that thing again and again. It used all sorts of methods to kill me and wake me up from my dreams!"

"I was too scared to sleep all night. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I didn't know what to do. Every time I closed my eyes, that thing would appear in my dreams!"

"I don't even remember how many times I was killed. Gradually, I started to hallucinate, and I couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams anymore."

“Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming, but the pain is very real. Sometimes I think I’m in reality, but only after it kills me do I realize that it was just a dream.”

“My mind was on the verge of collapse. The boundary between reality and dreams became blurred. When I could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams, it seemed that something was brought into reality from the dream. It used my consciousness to cross the boundary between dreams and reality and crawled into my brain.”

“That’s right, I can clearly feel its presence, whether in dreams or in reality. The butterfly-shaped mark is the best proof.”

After reading the crazy scribblings on the wall, Han Fei's back was soaked with sweat without him even realizing it. His gaze was fixed on the words "butterfly mark".

"Does the 'it' mentioned by the eighth subpersonality refer to the butterfly?"

"The butterfly wasn't originally a real thing, but rather emerged from a nightmare?"

Han Fei still doesn't know what the butterfly's true form is. Of all the people who have fought with the butterfly, only the spider has ever seen a real butterfly.

"All eight alternate personalities died. Spider paid such a high price. What weakness of Butterfly did he exploit?"

The clues hidden in the butcher's house are far more numerous than Han Fei had imagined, and the mystery surrounding the butterfly seems to be unveiled here.

(End of this chapter)