My Healing Games

Chapter 37 I Found the Last Piece of the Puzzle

Living alone in a rented room in the old town, the first thing Han Fei does after getting home from get off work is to turn on the TV. He doesn't watch it, he just wants to hear the sound so the room doesn't feel too lonely.

After living alone for so many years, this is the first time his "home" has been so "lively".

Seven ghosts were watching TV on the sofa when suddenly another person appeared. No one disturbed the peace, and things seemed quite harmonious.

Now that he could quit the game at any time, Han Fei's courage was greatly increased. He wanted to get close to his roommates and find clues about the murderer from the victims.

The old-fashioned box television repeatedly played the memories of the deceased, and Han Fei imprinted every detail into his mind.

It's getting closer and closer to 4 a.m. If I don't do the shower task soon, the newbie task will probably be marked as a failure.

Han Fei looked at the clock on the wall, and at 3:50 a.m., he silently got up and went to the bathroom alone.

"Never mind, I have to give it a try. Collecting all the rewards from the beginner quests will definitely be a big benefit to me."

Upon entering the bathroom, Han Fei did not turn on the light. He recalled the requirements of the bathing task: "I must use game props to clean my body, face, and head, and the total washing time must not be less than twenty minutes."

"Perfect Life" is essentially a life simulation game, so it's not too surprising that it includes everyday things like taking a bath as a task, although he knew in his heart that it couldn't just be a simple bath.

After checking his surroundings, Han Fei discovered that the bathroom door lock had been broken and could not be locked at all.

"Can't we lock the door?" Han Fei frowned, but he quickly adjusted his mindset: "Fortunately, the mission doesn't require us to take off our clothes to wash."

Han Fei turned on the shower, dressed and holding a kitchen knife, and stood under the water.

The icy water washed over my body, and my clothes clung to my skin, creating a stuffy and uncomfortable feeling.

"This game really recreates every detail."

After showering with cold water for half a minute, Han Fei discovered that the completion rate of the bathing task in the task bar was still zero.

After he was soaked, he looked at the sink, where there were shampoo, face wash, and shower gel.

"Taking a shower in a haunted house at almost four in the morning feels different. No matter how high you turn the water temperature up, you still feel a chill in your heart."

He tried squeezing out some shower gel and applying it to his body, and at this point, the completion rate of his shower task finally began to slowly increase.

"So this is what it feels like to take a shower while wearing clothes. You can definitely try a lot of things in games that you've never done in real life."

Han Fei has gradually realized that in a normal perfect life game, there are all kinds of constraints, but in the perfect life game he is playing, there are no constraints, no one will restrict him, and as long as he can survive, he can try to do anything.

This place can be a hell of humanity, or it can be a blood-red paradise; it all depends on his choices.

As the water gradually heated up, a thin mist rose from the bathroom, and Han Fei remained highly focused.

After he finished washing his body, he was about to wash his hair when the bathroom door, which had been closed, suddenly opened by itself.

"Who came in?"

Peeking into the living room, the television was still playing a heartwarming scene, but the seven victims sitting on the sofa had vanished.

The water temperature was rising, but Han Fei felt colder and colder.

The air in the cramped bathroom seemed to solidify, and Han Fei, feeling suffocated, looked at the mirror shrouded in mist.

Besides Han Fei, there were seven other figures reflected in the mirror of the dressing table.

Not daring to turn around, Han Fei stared straight at the mirror.

Wei Youfu slowly walked out from behind Han Fei in the mirror and reached out to write on the mirror.

At the same time, words began to appear on the outside of the fogged mirror—the child is about to appear, help her.

This was Han Fei's first interaction with the residents of the haunted house. As he looked at the words on the mirror and at Wei Youfu standing beside him in the mirror, he suddenly had a strange feeling.

In reality, outside of the game, he was also assigned the role of Wei Youfu, and at this moment, he was separated from the deceased he was to play by a mirror.

He still felt instinctively afraid, but along with that fear, another emotion also arose in his heart.

It wasn't sympathy or pity; as he looked at the seven victims in the mirror, suffering and in despair, he seemed to see his former self.

Han Fei raised his arm, and his fingertips touched the mirror.

A chill ran through him, and he slowly nodded: "I can help her."

After he finished speaking, Wei Youfu gave Han Fei a simple smile, and then blood began to seep from his head and neck, and horrific wounds appeared.

His body was violently dismantled right next to Han Fei, like a shattered puzzle piece.

Blood blossomed on the pristine white walls of the bathroom. Han Fei had never experienced anything so terrifying before; he didn't even know whether what was being washed over him was water or blood.

What horrified him even more was that Wei Youfu was just the first.

After Wei Youfu's body was disassembled, Amei, Cui Tianci, Cui Caiyi...

Vibrant blood blossoms bloomed in the cramped bathroom, turning the world in the mirror a blood-red mess, beyond description even as hell on earth. In reality, Han Fei felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Water dripped down her cheeks, and blood flowed across the mirror.

Han Fei had already closed his eyes. The cruelty and fear he felt were unmatched by any horror movie. The raw realism was like a sharp sword, piercing Han Fei's heart.

After the bodies of the seven victims were completely disassembled, their flesh and blood in the mirror seemed to come alive. Despair, resentment, and pain formed black lines that began to piece the scattered limbs back together.

This seems to be exactly what the murderer did, and Han Fei is now standing right in the middle of the murder scene.

Flesh and blood are used as puzzle pieces, and life is strung together by resentment. An ugly, crazy, and terrifying monster is reborn in the body of the dead.

Its body grew larger and larger, and the agonizing, twisted faces of the seven dead gradually emerged. They had all lost their minds, screaming and shouting madly, and their severed limbs were scattered all over the room.

The scene in the mirror was too bloody, but Han Fei still forced himself to look at it. He remembered Wei Youfu's words: he had to help the child who was about to appear.

"The seven dead couldn't have done this without a reason. They disassembled and reassembled themselves in front of me; they must have wanted me to see something!"

The veins bulged high, flesh and blood were being devoured, the monster reached the ceiling, and its body continued to expand.

Blood poured back in, and as the monster continued to swell, Han Fei finally made a discovery at the location of its heart.

He saw a strange face inside the monster's body.

He searched through all the information related to human body puzzle patterns but had never seen that face, and the police had never released any information related to that face.

"She's the eighth victim? She's the final piece of the puzzle?"

(End of this chapter)