My Healing Games

Chapter 368 The Comedian in Room 4094
The death curse engulfed the young couple. The man lifted his wife into the shadows of the entire room. He did not approach Rasen again, but only glanced at the sleeping child from afar.

The one-eyed man, though rational, felt a pang of reluctance, but he had no other choice.

Clad in blood-stained clothes, he slowly bowed to Han Fei. When he saw Han Fei pick up Lai Sheng from the sofa, a trace of gratitude appeared in his eyes.

The two men didn't exchange any more words. One picked up his wife, dragging all the shadows in the room toward the mirror, while the other picked up Laisheng and walked toward the darkness outside.

The separation happened faster than expected.

As the door closed, Han Fei could feel the child in his arms trembling the instant the door came shut.

He glanced down and saw that the child's face was covered in tears, whether from dreaming of parting or because he wasn't fully asleep.

"I will bring you back to reality, and I will also save your parents so that you can have a chance to reunite. Of course, all of this is on the condition that I can become the new manager of the Dead Building."

Tears streamed down Laisheng's face, his hands clenched tightly, like a kitten huddled in a corner during a downpour.

The door to room 4064 was already closed. Han Fei didn't linger there for long; he had to find his lost soul before 4:44.

“I remember all three souls went upstairs. I’m going to start checking from the seventh floor.”

The building is full of rooms, and going from room to room on the night of the ghost's return is practically the same as suicide.

"How about we go to room 4144 first? Before Butterfly comes back, I'll quickly let Zhuang Ren meet his family. Once his family is willing to help me, I'll use the Soul Return talent to send Zhuang Ren back."

Summoning souls is Han Fei's trump card, while returning souls is his greatest secret. This ability is also the reason why he dared to summon Zhuang Ren to the deeper world.

Han Fei's idea was excellent, killing two birds with one stone: fulfilling Zhuang Ren's long-cherished wish and gaining himself a few more helpers. However, Han Fei hesitated when it came to actually doing it. Given Butterfly's cunning and treacherous nature, it would definitely tamper with room 4144, and Zhuang Ren's family members would probably have already been turned into monsters.

After witnessing the tragic state of Lai Sheng's mother, Han Fei strongly suspected that when Zhuang Ren saw his family with his own eyes, it would be the moment when his family truly transformed into monsters and their souls were scattered.

All the death curses in the Death Tower have a trigger condition. Before figuring out the death curses on Zhuang Ren's family, Han Fei did not intend to act rashly.

Pushing open the safety door, Han Fei left the sixth floor. As he stepped onto the seventh floor, the sleeping boy's eyelids slowly blinked, as if he was about to wake up.

Seeing Laisheng like this, Han Fei understood the silent love of Laisheng's father.

Given the abilities of Raisheng's father, the owner of house number 4064, he had several ways to put Raisheng into a complete coma, but he didn't. He trusted his child, which is why he allowed Raisheng to hear or feel the separation while in a semi-conscious state.

He didn't want his child to hide away and be forever immersed in sadness; he wanted his child to face pain, or at least learn to face it.

"Actually, I'm quite envious of you. Your mother is so gentle and has planned everything for you. Your father, though not talkative, is silently protecting you in another way." Lai Sheng's father didn't come along, but Han Fei had a strange feeling that as long as Lai Sheng encountered danger in the Death Tower, his father would definitely arrive in the shortest possible time. Perhaps he was already standing silently in the shadows, watching them.

"My childhood was quite happy, I guess..."

Upon entering the seventh floor, Han Fei scanned the ashes of paper money on the ground. If a soul was summoned into a room, its footprints would surely be left in the ashes on the ground.

The mournful music inside the building was like a vengeful spirit, constantly haunting Han Fei. If Han Fei lingered in the corridor for too long, it would move toward him.

To avoid being chased by the paper figures again, Han Fei acted very quickly.

He planned to take a quick look first, and if there were no footprints at the doorways of any of the rooms, he would think of another way.

Seventh floor, eighth floor...

When Han Fei reached the ninth floor, he suddenly realized that this floor was different from the other floors.

Having hastily fled for his life, this was the first time he had carefully entered the stairwell to observe the area.

Although every household still had blood-red couplets posted on their walls, and braziers and paper money placed at their doors, the stairwell was very clean. The ashes of the paper money were all in the braziers, and there wasn't a speck of dust on the ground, as if someone was cleaning the stairwell every day.

"There shouldn't be any cleaners in this dead building, right? There's only a bunch of ghosts who specialize in hiding corpses."

Besides these things, Han Fei also saw some hand-painted pictures on the wall, including green trees, sunshine, children playing, and adults with smiling faces, as well as fire prevention and theft prevention slogans.

In the eerie and terrifying dead building, the paintings on the walls seemed somewhat out of place. Even from a living person's perspective, Han Fei felt that they would look better if they were all changed to blood red.

"Dare to draw on the walls of the Dead Building? Are you tired of living?" Han Fei heard the funeral music again, this time coming from downstairs. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace.

Han Fei had already given up hope, but when he passed by room 4094, he suddenly noticed that there was no brazier placed at the door of the room. It was very ordinary, just like a normal residential building.

In a place where things are absolutely abnormal, this homeowner, who is the only one behaving normally, stands out conspicuously.

Everyone else is trying to summon the spirit, so why is this one family doing nothing?

The funeral music grew louder, and the paper figures of the funeral procession had already gone upstairs. Han Fei didn't hesitate and, with a try-it-out mentality, knocked on the door of room 4094.

Is anyone home?

After a series of knocks, on the eighth knock, the door to room 4094 opened, and a young man in pajamas appeared in the doorway: "What do you want?"

The young man was similar in height and build to Han Fei. He was quite handsome, but his hair was messy, he had dark circles under his eyes, and his pajamas were not buttoned up properly.

Han Fei stared at the person in front of him, trying to find something strange about him, such as the absence of a shadow, the hand hidden behind his back concealing a sharp knife, and bloodstains on the edges of his clothes. However, after looking for a long time, he was very surprised to find that the other person seemed to be just an ordinary person.

"You look familiar. Are you our neighbor in the building? You're carrying a child in the middle of the night. Is the child sick? I understand. You're here to borrow my car, right? Do you need to take your child to the hospital?"

Before Han Fei could speak, the man automatically imagined a whole bunch of things: "Wait here, I'll go change my clothes right away!"

The young man from 4094 didn't even close the door. He turned around, ran into the living room, grabbed a coat, put it on, and prepared to leave.

"The child isn't sick; I need to talk to you." With the funeral music approaching, Han Fei carried Laisheng directly into the house: "Let's go inside and talk."

He felt that the young man in front of him looked familiar, giving him a very special feeling, as if their souls were attracting each other.

By the time the young man realized what was happening, Han Fei had already entered the house and closed the door for him.

In the dead of night, a strange man carrying a child suddenly burst into the house. Any normal person would be worried and scared. But whether it was because Han Fei looked too kind or because Lai Sheng looked too pitiful, the young people of 4094 did not drive them away. Instead, they kept asking them what had happened.

The young man from room 4094 was all smiles and concern, which made Han Fei feel uncomfortable. He had prepared himself for all sorts of scary ghosts and monsters in the room, but he never expected that there would only be such a "strange" person in the room.

In reality, Han Fei might refer to the other person as a good person or a kind person, but in the Dead Building, Han Fei had no idea how the young people survived.

Something unusual is bound to happen; good intentions may just be a beautiful facade used to hide a filthy inner self.

Han Fei protected Lai Sheng, carefully watching the young man and the room behind him.

The layout of 4094 is different from that of 4064. The living room is spacious and has a large television. Below the screen is a black TV cabinet, which stores some movie discs and movie books for collection.

The wall facing the TV was covered with posters of many comedy movies. Below the posters was a sofa where one could lie down and roll around at will, with a thin blanket and TV remote on it. It seemed that the young man had been watching movies until late at night and then fell asleep on the sofa.

"You seem to really enjoy watching comedy movies?" Han Fei suddenly realized something: wasn't the layout of this living room exactly the scene he had dreamed of when he was a child?

A very large television to play the movies he starred in, a soft sofa where he could lie down and roll around, and a large living room where he could move around freely.

Han Fei had been living in the cramped apartment building for a long time, and he had almost forgotten his previous beautiful fantasies.

"I don't like watching movies." To Han Fei's surprise, the young man shook his head directly.

"Then why do you have so many comedy movie posters on your wall?" Han Fei had never heard of those movies, but he could tell they were comedies just by looking at the style of the posters.

The young man, 4094, tidied his messy hair somewhat embarrassedly: "Actually, I'm a comedian, and these are some of the works I've done."

Young people are rather shy, especially when it comes to his profession, he becomes somewhat unnatural, as if the real him is very different from the one on screen.

"Sit wherever you like, let's sit down and chat." The young man rarely entertained guests, so he quickly threw a thin blanket and some clothes aside. As he lifted the blanket, several medicine bottles placed next to it rolled to the ground, including sleeping pills, mood stabilizers, and antidepressants.

The young man hurriedly picked up the fallen medicine bottles, saying sorry, and then carried all the medicine into the bedroom.

"What's wrong with your child? Is it serious?" The young man abruptly changed the subject. Just then, another noise came from the bedroom; it seemed he had knocked something over.

While the young man was tidying up his bedroom, Han Fei noticed his phone on the sofa. The screen was lit and unlocked, suggesting the young man had been playing on it.

With a hint of curiosity, Han Fei looked at his phone screen. In the search bar was a half-finished question: How to leave this place without pain…

Before the question was even finished, an emergency contact number for psychological intervention and treatment appeared below the search bar, followed by a line of text: "Dear, you are not alone, you are not by your own side, because we are all here for you."

(End of this chapter)