My Healing Games

Chapter 249 The Weakness of Butterflies

Is your father inside the wind chimes?

Han Fei has dealt with many freaks. Compared to communicating with normal people, he is better at communicating with abnormal people. He even has his own evaluation system and will take different measures depending on the degree of abnormality of the other party.

"His will stipulated that his ashes be scattered in the wind, and whenever the wind chimes ring, his soul will begin to communicate with me."

The pale-skinned man looked at the wind chimes, as if he had thought of something, and a trace of regret appeared on his youthful face that was somewhat incongruous with his age.

"You seem to love your adoptive father very much?"

"Yes, I will come back here whenever I have time."

"Then why did you sell his brain to Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals?" Han Fei wasn't very good at chatting with people, mainly because he didn't want to beat around the bush and waste time.

The man slowly turned his head and looked at Han Fei: "Who are you?"

"My name is Han Fei, and I play your father in 'The Suspense Novelist'." Han Fei looked around to make sure the other person wasn't carrying any knives and there were no dangerous items around before walking over. "Your father is the most complicated person I've ever met. His heart is like a vast ocean. Every time I try to understand his emotions and stories, I feel like I'm being dragged into the deep sea."

“No one can play him,” the man said with certainty.

"Really? Even with nine of us actors each playing one of his personalities, we still couldn't bring him to life?"

"The nine of you combined can only fool those who don't know the truth. You're far from enough to portray the real him." The man's gaze returned to the wind chime: "That's a gap that acting skills can't bridge. You'll never understand if you haven't experienced it."

"Experiences? What have you experienced?" Han Fei was curious about every word the man said. This somewhat neurotic man was Han Fei's most important breakthrough in understanding spiders.

“I respect my father very much, and he loves me very much, but sometimes he has wanted to kill me with his own hands.” A smile appeared on the man’s face, which was completely out of proportion to his age: “Doesn’t that sound absurd? But that’s how it is.”

The man's words reminded Han Fei of the adoption file he had found in the Deep World. The file contained a lot of superfluous text, including extremely glaring words such as "kill" and "die".

“I’ve seen him skillfully slaughter livestock with a knife, I’ve seen him easily knock down young men who were much stronger than him, I’ve seen him hold his head and lock himself in a closet and cry, and I’ve even seen him staring at my neck in the middle of the night with a knife and a pen.”

"I first realized he wanted to kill me when I had no concept of death yet, and I couldn't understand why he would do that."

"But I don't blame him. He wanted to kill me, but in the end, he was still the one who protected me."

“My father has multiple personalities. The one who wanted to kill me was probably just one of his personalities. Most of the time he was normal.”

The man seemed to be telling someone else's story, that living with the spider was not a pleasant experience, but there was no complaint about the spider in his words; instead, there was a hint of nostalgia in them.

"Your father wanted to kill you, yet you don't blame him?" Han Fei wanted to see through the man's heart.

"In your eyes, my father is a writer suffering from schizophrenia, and you think his stories are very mysterious and legendary. But in my eyes, he is the most pitiful person in the world, unable to love his whole life, living in self-doubt and self-betrayal." The man silently looked at the wind chimes, as if talking to himself: "You will never understand."

"Can you tell me about him? I've read all his books and I really want to know what he was really like." Han Fei sat down next to the man.

Looking at the wind chimes, the man spoke again: "My father once told me that the bravest decision he ever made was to adopt me."

“Since the onset of his illness, he has completely shut himself off in a closed world. He refuses to communicate with the outside world, fearing that he will lose control and that his other personalities will hurt those close to him.”

“He lived like that all along. I don’t know why he changed at the last moment of his life. Maybe he didn’t want to give in to fate. He wanted to use the last period of his life to prove one thing—no matter what he suffers, he is still himself, and even fate cannot shake him in the slightest.”

The man pointed to his heart: "I wasn't killed by him. I'm grateful to him, and I still miss him. In that respect, he has already won. He has won against the arrangements of fate, against the personality that wanted to kill me, and against that invisible hand that seemed to be able to control everything."

"Fate? The invisible hand?" Through the man's words, a guess slowly formed in Han Fei's mind.

The final battle between the spider and the butterfly is this adopted orphan. The butterfly cannot defeat the spider head-on, so it wants the spider to kill the adopted child with its own hands, so that the spider's heart will be cracked!

The word "death" in the adoption file is written in the same handwriting as Spider's, but the writing style is completely different from Spider's manuscript. This suggests that Spider may have been out of control at that time, or that something was controlling him.
"Did your father say anything else to you? Did you ever hear the word 'butterfly' from him?"

"Butterfly?"

Suddenly, the wind outside the window blew the wind chimes. To the slightly eerie sound of the wind chimes, the man closed his eyes, his pale face seemingly in pain.

His loose black clothes resembled a mourning garment. He didn't answer Han Fei's question, but uttered strange syllables in his throat before standing up, seemingly preparing to leave.

“Can’t those two words be mentioned in this building? To be honest, I’m also being targeted by the butterfly. Like your father, I want to kill it.” Han Fei stopped the man. “I have no other choice. That thing has crawled out from the depths of my nightmare. It’s getting closer and closer to me. I saw it just a few tens of minutes ago.”

The man instinctively moved away from Han Fei, then shook his head: "Impossible. Apart from my father, no one else could have seen it alive, nor could anyone have made it appear."

“I don’t know how things got to this point. At first, I was just filming, but I accidentally helped the police solve a human body puzzle from ten years ago and pulled out the butterfly’s tail. Later, I got into a feud with it in the school ghost story case and broke one of its wings. Let me put it this way.” Han Fei stared at the man’s face, and the terror from the depths of his eyes surged unrestrainedly: “Your father fought the butterfly for so long, and they were still evenly matched. But my companions and I won against the butterfly once.”

When Han Fei spoke these words, his aura was completely different from before. The bloody feeling was overwhelming. Beneath his refined appearance, it seemed as if a demon who had escaped from the depths of hell was hiding.

He didn't feel like an actor to Spider-Child at all; he was more like a butcher who only appeared at the turn of midnight and dawn.

The man's face grew even paler. He thought for a long time before finally stopping.

“Since you can see it, it means you’re not far from death. I don’t know how to help you. My father didn’t tell me anything; he only said this to me in his last moments…” The man’s pale face looked at Han Fei: “He said I was the butterfly. He couldn’t beat the butterfly because of me, and he didn’t lose to the butterfly because of me. I still don’t understand the meaning of his words. Perhaps the thing that has been troubling him has entered my mind. He wants to kill that thing, so he has to kill me, and if he kills me, he will lose.”

Han Fei recorded every word the man said. When the spider met the butterfly, the man was still a child. He was the butterfly's pawn and the spider's battlefield.

Although the man was unaware of the ferocity of the battle, his words offered Han Fei some inspiration.

"Butterflies are masters at exploiting human nature, and I want to avoid similar situations from occurring."

From the struggle deep within their consciousness to the battle in reality, the Spider's past experiences were just like Han Fei's current ones.

In the deeper world, Han Fei is cursed by the Death Tower where the butterfly resides, and in reality, a shadow resembling a human is slowly approaching.

Butterflies rarely go to such lengths; most people don't deserve such targeting from butterflies. Over the past decade or so, only spiders, Han Fei, and Huang Ying have received this treatment.

"It seems I misunderstood you a bit, but I still don't understand why you sold the spider's brain to Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals?" Han Fei had never heard of such a transaction before. The brain is the most mysterious part of the human body, containing all the secrets of a person's life.

“My father was the smartest person I’ve ever met. He was so smart that even with his brain disease, he could still coexist with other personalities and act like a normal person. But he was also aware that his brain was different from others. He knew I couldn’t save his brain, so he went to the Immortal Pharmaceuticals before he died.” The man was still looking at the wind chimes: “It was all my father’s decision. I was just helping him fulfill his last wish.”

As the man walked past Han Fei and left the room, he seemed to be talking to himself, saying, "I hope you can survive. I remember my father once told me something: that thing has no weakness, but the more you fear it, the more terrifying it becomes."

The man's words reminded Han Fei of the advice Jin Sheng had given him: the more afraid you are in the dead building, the lower your chances of survival.

"Don't worry, I'm very brave." Han Fei waved his hand. "You should also live well. By the way, I still don't know how to address you?"

“My name is Wu Zui, Wu as in ‘I examine myself three times a day,’ and Zui as in ‘sin’. This is the name my father gave me. He didn’t let me take his surname because he was worried that he would pass on his bad luck to me.”

Pushing open the door, the pale-skinned man disappeared into the hallway.

(End of this chapter)