My Healing Games

Chapter 371 Dead Building Owners' Rights Protection Mutual Aid Group

"If you can live, it's best not to think about dying."

A horror movie actor and a comedy movie actor stand face to face, looking at their own reflections in each other's eyes.

Although their futures are different, the paths they have chosen are somewhat similar.

One became the administrator of the deeper world with a living body, while the other, dragging his ailing body, became the pillar of the patient support group. They both stood in their respective darkness, transforming into a firefly under the night sky.

"I will live on." The young man still had that smile on his face: "My acting skills are excellent, and you are the first person to know my secret."

He was controlling the game account left behind by Yanzu, looking at the messages and pictures left by that child, all of which were proof that he had existed.

“You must have a lot of accounts like this, right? Don’t you feel exhausted from constantly watching them? Maybe one day you won’t be able to keep going.” Han Fei moved a chair over and sat down next to the young man. He could tell that the man was in a bad state. He couldn’t relieve the pain in his heart. Every time a new pain arose, he forcibly suppressed it in his heart.

“This is how my illness is. Normal people can feel happiness and despair, but I can’t feel anything. It’s desolate all around me, very stuffy, nothing can get out, and nothing from the outside can get in.” The young man didn’t even look up, continuing to look at the life of the deceased boy: “I never even thought of telling others about these things before, but I don’t know why, you make me feel very relaxed, as if… only you in this world can understand my voice.”

"Did a 52-hertz whale meet another 52-hertz whale?" Han Fei knew the truth; it was just his own soul talking to itself. In another sense, it was a truly tragic fact.

“Yes, although this is our first meeting, you've made me feel incredibly lucky, as if I've held on until today just to wait for you.” The man flipped through the boy's memories, remained silent for a long time before speaking again: “Could you grant me a small request?”

"Will you keep it a secret?"

“No.” The man’s empty gaze regained focus: “I will try my best to be the last profile picture lit up in the group chat, but like you just said, what if I suddenly can’t hold on one night…”

The young man was extremely repressed. He showed the audience everything that could create laughter, leaving all his pain behind. During his conversation with Han Fei, his speech became intermittent, and his fingers trembled slightly, as if he felt very cold.

"I hope that when the time comes, you can take over the Firefly account, keep track of their existence, and guide the newcomers who join the group chat."

"Did the old man who put you in charge say the same thing before?"

"Yes, the night has no boundaries. Even if the world ceases to exist, the night will still exist. Compared to this darkness, we are as small and fragile as a firefly. We cannot compare to the night sky, nor can we illuminate anyone, but we can choose our own way of living and not let ourselves be absorbed into the darkness." Young men generally understand the right things and the principles of life, but understanding and healing oneself are two completely different things. This comedian has already tried very hard.

Compared to the other patients in the group chat, the young man was very lucky. That night, he met Han Fei, a person who could completely understand him and resonate with him on a soul level.

After saying that, the young man looked up from the computer screen and stared intently at Han Fei, waiting for his reply.

The ghost in room 4094 has not yet appeared, and Han Fei has no idea who is summoning the spirit. He has been talking to his own soul ever since he entered the room, and now he has finally reached a rather important turning point.

Han Fei needs to make his own choice, and his choice will also affect the choices of the 4094 homeowners.

"Okay, I'll record your account and past information then, but I still hope that day never comes."

After Han Fei answered, the young man's expression relaxed a bit. For him, who was unable to smile, this moment was an unprecedented moment of relaxation.

"Could you tell me your contact information? It would be convenient for us to keep in touch in the future." The young man took out his phone, which was still flashing with private messages from his group members. It seemed that his social circle consisted only of that group chat.

Han Fei gave his phone number, which he had used for many years. The young man didn't react much at first while typing it in, but when he was about to enter the last digit, his finger couldn't press it down.

"This number..."

The young man looked up in disbelief at Han Fei, his eyes full of confusion: "How did you know my phone number?"

The blood flowing from his heart surged to his brain, and the young man's skin began to turn pale. The person summoned by the spirit would immerse himself in fragments of his past life based on his memories, but when he realized something was amiss, he would gradually come to his senses and understand that he was just a lonely soul.

“Not only do I know your phone number that you’ve used for almost seven years, but I also know that your phone will always have a sentence saved on it—the best actor is you in real life (it’s posted in front of the mirror in Chapter 1).” Han Fei saw the changes in the young man, and the temperature in the entire 4094 room began to drop.

"How did you know? I've never told anyone that!"

"Because you are me. There is no other whale in the world with a 52-hertz frequency, but there are us who are willing to be fireflies in the darkness." Han Fei showed the same smile as the young man. It was a kind and gentle smile that made people around him feel comfortable. But only those who showed this gentle smile knew that behind this smile was a soul that could never smile.

“I will help you fulfill your last wish, to become the new administrator, and to protect all the patients, even if it means becoming the only one with an active profile picture in the group.” Han Fei placed his hand on the young man’s shoulder: “What you’ve been insisting on is what I’ve been doing all along. We’ve never given up, have we?”

The warmth of Han Fei's palm brought a little comfort to the young man, and the astonishment and surprise on his face slowly turned into calm and tranquility.

His sallow skin had completely lost its color, and a deep ligature mark appeared on the young man's neck. He wasn't wearing makeup, but there were obvious tear stains at the corners of his eyes, making him look like a crying clown.

As more and more memories came back to him, the young man began to let out a roar like that of a stranger. Reason was gradually being swallowed up, but even in this state, he still did not touch the computer and desk behind him that stored the memories of his fellow patients.

Veins bulged on his skin, and the young man's face became increasingly different from Han Fei's. The other man's body seemed to be dried out by the sun, slowly shrinking.

Room 4094 also changed along with the young man. The spacious and luxurious furnishings were replaced by simple furniture, cracks appeared in the walls, and the roof pressed down as if to crush Han Fei and the young man standing in the middle of the room.

Everything stopped when the old roof light touched the young man.

Room 4094 had become extremely dilapidated, and the young man in front of Han Fei had become dazed and confused.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the earthenware pot shattering startled Han Fei. He drew his sword and turned around, only to see the door to another bedroom being pushed open, with a teenage student standing in the doorway.

Beside him was a white earthenware jar containing white rice and a piece of yellow paper with a name written on it—Firefly.

"Is this student the owner of room 4094?" Han Fei shielded the young man behind him, carefully watching him.

The boy slowly raised his head, holding a roster and a photo frame in his hands.

Unlike other residents in the building who performed the soul-summoning ritual, the boy's frame did not contain a portrait of the deceased; instead, it displayed a picture of a game character, which appeared to be an image that Firefly had once used.

"Was it you who summoned Firefly's soul to the Death Tower? You don't even know his real name or photo, so why do you insist on seeing him?" Most of the souls summoned to the Death Tower are living people, which means that the person named Firefly is currently on his deathbed.

"I can't perform the soul summoning by myself." The moment the student opened his mouth, countless human faces appeared, surging outwards like a tidal wave.

The eerie wind whipped up by the human faces made it difficult for Han Fei to stand. Had they not deliberately avoided the young man behind him, Han Fei would have already been thrown out the window.

“I’ve never seen Firefly, and I don’t even know his real name, but he’s the most important person to me, to us.” The student spoke, and Han Fei saw in his words a series of walking corpses, hiding in the darkness inside their bodies, shrouded in shadow. For them, skin and flesh were merely a garment to protect them from the outside world.

"You guys? Could it be that you're all members of the Happiness Community patient support group?" Han Fei's mind raced, and he immediately guessed many things: "You wouldn't happen to be that kid with the online name Yanzu, would you?"

"The group's name isn't 'Happy Community.' There was a problem with the soul summoning. One of your souls is mixed into Firefly's memories. The two different memories are intertwined, and the scenes she sees have changed." The male student's tone was icy, like a corpse, but Han Fei was relieved that the other party didn't show any strong killing intent.

"You should have seen what just happened. Firefly is still protecting the promise between you, and my soul is the same as Firefly's. We will continue to uphold this most precious thing." Han Fei's soul, filled with kindness and tolerance, entered Firefly's consciousness. When Firefly himself was about to collapse due to the soul-summoning ritual, it was a fragment of Han Fei's soul that stabilized his consciousness.

Firefly himself is willing to embrace death, but Han Fei, who has been tempered in the deep world for so long, is completely different. His strong will to survive is like steel, and even the dead will stand up.

“If you truly cherish the bond we shared in life, then let me take Firefly with me. Firefly has always sought death, but this experience might change some of his views. He has always guarded the traces of your existence, and I hope you can give him a second chance this time.” He had to take Firefly away to have any chance of saving everyone in the building.

“We never intended to harm Firefly, nor did we expect the summoning ceremony to actually work. Each of us has tried calling his name, but we’ve never succeeded in fourteen years. But today, he has truly come here. He has kept his promise for fourteen years, and it seems he has come just to wait for you.” The male student misunderstood something. Their successful summoning ceremony tonight is more likely because Butterfly will return to life tonight.

"Really?" Han Fei pondered. "He seemed to have asked me for something similar earlier, hoping that I could become the new manager here."

The word "manager" has different meanings in the deeper world. When Han Fei uttered these three words, the male student's brow twitched slightly.

What's even more thought-provoking is that the male student didn't correct Han Fei, nor did he bring up the topic again; he simply told Han Fei to hold onto Yinghuo's phone.

After the changes in room 4094, Firefly's phone was completely different from before. It became very old and broken, and the cracked screen was stuck on a group chat page.

The name of the group chat was displayed at the top of the page, but it wasn't "Happy Community" at all; instead, it simply read "Death."

"This is the us that Firefly has always protected, now turned gray, never to be online again..." The male student lowered his head. Before he could finish speaking, he saw Firefly's phone vibrate.

When he realized what was happening, he found that the name of the group chat had been changed, and the hopeless word "dead" had been changed to "Dead Building Owners' Rights Protection Mutual Aid Group".

When Han Fei saw the words "Group name changed successfully" on his phone screen, he was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the male student with some embarrassment.

"I just wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect the administrator could modify it directly."

(End of this chapter)