My Healing Games

Chapter 335 The Butterfly's Wardrobe

All the coincidences, when connected, became inevitable.

The battle between the butterfly and the spider continued, and in the end, it seems that the spider had a slight advantage.

Han Fei listened patiently as the old man in black recounted the secrets of the building, including the various things the manager had done inside. In the manager's eyes, apart from himself, all other owners, grudges, and outsiders were merely tools.

All the residents in the building who have butterfly patterns on their bodies are people who have survived the cruelty of the managers and have a deep understanding of the terror they experienced.

"The Dead Building complex has four apartment buildings. The manager always stays in Building 4 and rarely comes out. However, some residents suspect that there is a very special room inside Building 4, through which one can go to any part of the Dead Building. That room is the manager's heart chamber. To truly kill the manager, one must first find that room." The old woman in black hadn't even considered confronting the manager before, but now, to save her own life, she had no choice but to follow Han Fei's lead: "No one knows where that room is. Everyone only knows that the room number seems to be 4444."

“Normally, there shouldn’t be this number in the rooms of the dead building, so the normal way to get to that room definitely won’t work.” Han Fei looked at the wardrobe; he felt it was necessary to try something.

After a moment's thought, Han Fei made a decision: he wanted to gain the approval of the other owners first, to put everyone on the same page, before trying to enter the wardrobe.

After leaving the woman in the wedding dress in room 1144, Han Fei led the others to visit each homeowner, going door-to-door to persuade them.

He won over the surviving residents of Building 1 with his unique personal charm, and after gaining their approval, the system gave Han Fei a prompt.

"Attention player number 0000! After tireless efforts, you have successfully obtained the hidden class - Dead Building Security Guard!"

Should it be designated as a primary job?

"no!"

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully acquired the secondary job - Dead Building Security Guard! You will randomly receive two of the four job talents for Dead Building Security!"

"Professional Talent 1: Immortality: When the Death Curse is triggered, there is a 10% chance of avoiding certain death!"

"Professional Talent Two: Patrol - Running speed increases after midnight!"

"Attention! Promotions in side jobs and part-time jobs are extremely difficult, and upgrading your career talent requires three times the experience."

"Having two jobs, you've gradually become familiar with professional life, and you've seen more of the world, making your perfect life even more colorful!"

"All I see is blood red, where's the vibrancy?" Han Fei tried running a few steps in the stairwell. The job of a security guard in a dead building was more useful than he had imagined. Just the fact that his running speed increased after midnight made Han Fei feel like he had made a great deal.

Back in room 1144, Han Fei sat on the edge of the bed, staring silently at the wardrobe door. His gaze was calm, as if he were thinking about something very important.

No one in the room dared to disturb him. After a long time, when the exit button lit up, Han Fei got up and walked to the wardrobe.

"We can't miss this opportunity; let's all go in together."

With no worries about the future, Han Fei held the chain. He stood with the madman and the woman in the red dress, then coldly looked at the old man in black.

"It's already difficult enough to survive in this building, why bother to cause trouble? Even hatred can't do this, can you?" The old woman in black reluctantly walked towards the wardrobe. When her hand touched the wardrobe door, the veins on the surface of the wardrobe slowly bulged, as if it had a life of its own and slowly opened.

Veins spread across the wall, and a pungent stench wafted from the gaps in the cabinet door. Before the old man in black could fully open the cabinet door, an arm grabbed her and dragged her directly into the cabinet.

A perfectly healthy "person" just vanished like that, and the madman, somewhat frightened, shrank back.

“You are the managers’ backup plan. They won’t hurt you. On the contrary, you can use this to eliminate them.” Han Fei imparted his experience to the madman, and for a moment, it was unclear who the real madman was.

As four o'clock in the morning drew closer, the wardrobe continued to change. Han Fei didn't waste any more time and opened the wardrobe door together with the woman in the red dress.

The clothes hanging in the closet were covered in bloodstains, and there were many of them.

The woman in the red dress went inside first, and then she reached out her hand to Han Fei.

Han Fei grabbed her wrist and went into the wardrobe with the madman. He pushed aside the clothes in front of him, but to his surprise, there were more and more clothes, and the bloodstains on the clothes were getting thicker and thicker, looking like blood-soaked people hanging on the clothes rack.

From the outside, the wardrobe doesn't look very big, but once you go inside, it feels like being trapped in a maze, with blood-red clothes everywhere.

At this moment, the only thing that could give Han Fei a sense of security was the red dress, but as he walked, Han Fei realized that something was wrong.

The arm he was holding was also dressed in red, but it didn't look like a skirt.

"Hallucination interference?"

The other party did not stop, and Han Fei did not dare to let go. He first looked back and saw that the madman was not following behind him.

When he looked ahead again, all he could see was a blood-red sleeve.

Clutching his sleeve, he stood still, surrounded by blood-stained clothes, each one seemingly representing a wronged soul.

"Is this the butterfly's wardrobe? It's adept at manipulating people's hearts and minds, and these stinking shells are its clothes?"

Han Fei did not act rashly. He knew that many cursed objects possessed unique abilities, and once the curse carried by the object itself was triggered, the situation would become even more passive.

“I watched the red dress enter the wardrobe with my own eyes. She is a large-scale vengeful spirit, and ordinary F-level cursed objects cannot contain her. So the safest thing for me now is to wait here.”

With the exit button lit up, Han Fei was fearless. He also had one last cigarette unused in his inventory; if he really encountered danger, he could light one to calm himself down.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

About ten seconds later, the blood-stained clothes in the distance seemed to be touched by something and began to sway slowly. Something was crawling inside the wardrobe.

Placing the blood-red paper figure on his shoulder, Han Fei squatted down, holding the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife. He stared at the slowly swaying pieces of blood-stained clothing, finally locking onto a certain direction.

The thing deep inside the cabinet seemed to have also noticed the anomaly. Long, slender, grayish-white arms emerged from behind the blood-stained clothes, rummaging through them one by one. The rustling sound was enough to drive a normal person mad.

The two sides were getting closer and closer. Han Fei held his breath, ready for a fierce battle.

(End of this chapter)