My Healing Games

Chapter 352 His Three Children
"Is there a door in the wardrobe?"

The dark red bloodstains seeped deep into the wooden board, as if the wardrobe's inner wall originally had similar patterns. Han Fei didn't dare to touch it directly; he first used his phone to photograph all the bloodstains inside the wardrobe.

During the filming process, Han Fei made a new discovery: in the very center of the door-shaped outline formed by bloodstains was a very faint engraving of a door god's body.

Something had grazed the neck of the door god, and Han Fei searched the entire wardrobe but couldn't find the door god's head.

"The headless door god in room 4044? Its head was cut off by Fu Sheng?"

The wardrobe in front of him had witnessed the past and hid secrets. If it weren't so inconvenient, Han Fei would have loved to take it home with him.

Zhuang Ren's videotape did not record what happened inside the room, but Han Fei could roughly imagine the scene based on the various anomalies at the scene.

"Fu Sheng said that the butterfly is a ghost from the deep world. It seems that the butterfly is indeed very likely from the deep world. But what is its true form? Will the butterfly reveal its true form on the night of the return of the soul?"

Fourteen years ago, on the night of the ghost's return, several heinous crimes occurred in Xinhu, and many innocent people died that night. They were probably all "sacrificed" by butterflies.

But what puzzled Han Fei was that with so many people dying, what did the butterfly gain? Or rather, what was its purpose?
Frowning in thought, Han Fei hadn't yet come up with an answer when a very faint singing voice suddenly drifted from somewhere inside the building.

Upon hearing the singing, Han Fei almost instinctively hid in a corner. He nervously gripped his baton, only realizing he was in reality when he was about to open his inventory.

“The residential building has been abandoned for more than ten years. I should be the only person in the building now. How could I suddenly hear singing?”

Because of the distance, Han Fei couldn't hear very clearly.

He stepped out of the room and slowly moved up the stairs.

When we reached the top floor, the singing became noticeably clearer.

"Did it come from here?"

The stairwell on the top floor was piled with all sorts of odds and ends, among which several boxes filled with books and old clothes caught Han Fei's attention.

Why were only these odds and ends left behind?

I took out one old book after another, and in the end, only three things were left in the box.

A broken music box, a wooden doll wearing a mask, and a child's dress stained with paint.

The singing was coming from the broken music box. Han Fei wanted to turn it off, but when he turned the music box over, he saw a sentence written on the bottom of the box: "I hope everyone in the world can hear your singing, and I hope you can touch their hearts and bring them emotion and happiness."

The blessing was very simple and plain, but the word "them" made Han Fei feel a little uncomfortable.

"Bringing them joy and happiness? Is that a typo? Or are they not human?"

Han Fei picked up the puppet again. After removing the puppet's mask, he found a sentence on the back of the mask: "One day you will grow up. I hope you can build a paradise for them, let them understand the meaning of happiness, and teach them to smile."

"The unspeakable song from the deeper world is near Happiness Community. This masked puppet looks a bit like the broken puppet on the ninth floor of Building 1 in Happiness Community..."

Unfolding the last piece of children's clothing, Han Fei saw a few lines of text among the various colors: "The world originally has no color. If you see darkness, then the world is darkness; if you see vibrant colors, then the world is magnificent. You are my first child, and I want to give you all my best wishes. I only hope that you can also bless others in the same way in the future."

The text on the children's clothing revealed new information, and Han Fei stared intently at the sentence "You are my first child".

When ordinary people see these old things, they might just sigh and think that they might be a gift from an old father to his child, containing the father's good wishes and expectations for his child.

Han Fei, however, is completely different. He is the new building manager of Building 1 in Xingfu Community. He obtained three cigarettes from the landlord through a task and knows that the landlord has three children.

"If the landlord was the previous building manager, wouldn't his three children correspond to these three relics? Could the singing also be related to the previous building manager?"

Looking at the relics in his hand, Han Fei stood alone in the building. He looked around and saw that the world around him was full of traces of time.

"This broken music box suddenly started making a sound. Could someone be deliberately trying to make me find these things? But there shouldn't be anyone else in the building."

Sitting on the stairs, Han Fei's heart gradually calmed down. He felt as if a kind old man was standing around him, silently watching him from the other side of time.

"I still don't have enough information." Han Fei stood up. Just as he was about to put the three items away, his phone suddenly vibrated. Huang Ying was calling.

"are you awake?"

"You're still awake? Did something happen on your end?"

After a brief conversation, Huang Ying sent a video.

"The police installed surveillance cameras in my home and captured this scene."

In the video, Huang Ying got out of bed around 3:30 a.m., opened his wardrobe, and seemed to be picking out clothes, but after a long time he still couldn't decide what to wear.

A moment later, he sat down at the dressing table and began to do his makeup. After he finished, Huang Ying, who had put on makeup, went into the kitchen.

Completely unaware of her own existence, Huang Ying turned on the stove and began cooking porridge and simple side dishes.

At four in the morning, Huang Ying placed all the food on the dining table. He didn't turn on the light, and just stared at the empty space next to him, talking to himself.

He spoke slowly, like a mother instructing her naughty son.

The whole process looked incredibly eerie, even scarier than a ghost story.

Around 4:30, Huang Ying, now made up, left the dining table. He acted as if he couldn't see what was in the pots and bowls, emptying everything and starting to wash.

After cleaning and restoring everything to its original state, Huang Ying turned around and showed a chilling, unfamiliar smile to the location of the surveillance camera.

He went back to his bedroom and fell asleep again.

At 4:44 a.m., the real Huang Ying woke up. He saw himself in the mirror and had no idea what had happened the night before.

“If the police hadn’t told me all this, I wouldn’t have known I got up last night, and that the person cooking wasn’t me.” Huang Ying’s tone was unusually calm: “It keeps taking over my mind, as if it wants to replace me. It’s no longer satisfied with tormenting me in my dreams, it’s started affecting me in reality.”

“Brother Huang…” Han Fei could tell that Huang Ying’s tone was changing. He was no longer the same as he had been at the beginning. Under these circumstances, Han Fei could not rashly interfere in Huang Ying’s affairs.

"My memories are like faded photographs; many things that should belong to me no longer do. I have a feeling that something terrible might happen tonight."

"whats the matter?"

"Someone will die." Huang Ying wanted to say something more, but the sound of a door opening came from inside his house. His tone slowly changed, and after chatting casually for a few more minutes, Huang Ying hung up the phone.

“I warned Huang Ying before not to contact me again recently. We need to fight on two fronts to hold Butterfly back, but he seems to have forgotten about it… Was the person I was talking to just now really Huang Ying?” Han Fei carefully recalled the sound of the door opening at the end of the phone call, and it didn’t seem like the sound of the wardrobe being opened.

After packing up the contents of the storage box, Han Fei returned the way he came.

Zhuang Ren had finished washing up and tidying himself up properly, something he hadn't done in a long time.

"Shall we set off now?"

(End of this chapter)