My Healing Games

Chapter 384 Han Fei's Wild Laughter (5000 words)

After entering several rooms, what I saw was terrifying.

All the rooms are laid out exactly the same, and each wardrobe contains a boy. Judging from the photos, Butterfly's criteria for selecting children are very simple.

It must be good-looking and cute, meeting the aesthetic requirements of its beastly parents, and secondly, it must have been happy in its previous life.

The photos inside the closet documented the boy's gradual transformation; a single wardrobe was all it took for him to go from human to monster.

"Did the butterfly do this simply to vent its hatred?"

The photo pasted on the wardrobe symbolizes the butterfly's twisted hatred, which also includes jealousy. However, Han Fei felt that things were not so simple.

The butterfly's special ability is related to nightmares; it can enter the nightmares of living people and then gradually influence reality through those nightmares.

Under certain conditions, it is also possible to drag the consciousness of a living person into the deeper world through nightmares.

This ability is terrifying in itself, and the fact that Butterfly was able to acquire this ability is also related to his childhood experiences.

When Han Fei accepted the "Return of the Soul" mission, he received a system prompt, which included a brief account of the butterfly's past.

During the process of being dumped by its own biological parents, the hatred and resentment in its heart seemed to have reached an unimaginable level. Its consciousness fell into a nightmare, where it encountered some special things, and its change began from that moment.

The world lost one abused child, but gained a nightmare with flesh and blood wings.

In the four basement levels of the Dead Building, a boy is imprisoned in every wardrobe. The butterfly inflicts the pain it has experienced on innocent people, filling the children's minds and consciousness with its hatred, just as Han Fei just saw.

Once those children reach their limit, their consciousness will shatter and become new nightmares, merging into the wardrobe.

"The butterfly is constantly creating new pain and nightmares, and he seems to draw strength from them."

Han Fei turned his head and glanced to the side. The child who could move freely on the fourth floor still looked innocent and confused. He naturally took Han Fei's hand.

His tiny hands were as smooth and white as milk, and his face was flawless. This child was a stark contrast to the other children in the wardrobe who had turned into monsters.

Han Fei had already developed murderous intent towards the child. He clearly remembered that when he entered the first bedroom, it was because of this child that the boy in the closet had prematurely turned into a nightmare.

Those lovely hands, yet they've committed countless atrocities in deserted corners.

"We've almost finished looking at the rooms on the fourth floor, but it seems your place isn't on that floor."

Han Fei arrived at the corner of the corridor, where the stairs leading to the next floor were blocked by a black partition.

The baffles had some strange patterns on them, which didn't look like metal or wood, but rather like the shell of something.

A faint sense of death mingled with the gray mist, drifting out from the gaps in the barriers; the source of this death was even deeper underground.

Unable to walk down the stairs, Han Fei had no choice but to take the boy back to the elevator.

The boy seemed to dislike elevators; he appeared to hate enclosed spaces, perhaps due to some kind of psychological trauma.

Han Fei took the boy's hand and essentially forced him into the elevator.

Compared to when I left, fine red patterns have appeared on the elevator walls, and accompanied by the sound of the axles turning, the old-fashioned elevator continues to descend.

Five underground floors, six underground floors...

Han Fei and his companions felt as if they were being sunk into the deep sea in an elevator. The suffocating feeling intensified, and the elevator car began to slowly twist, as if it were being squeezed and deformed by something.

No one knows how many floors are underground in the Dead Building. Han Fei stared at the numbers on the display screen, but his mind was on something else entirely.

If there's a boy hidden in the closet of every room on every floor, how many children's consciousness has Butterfly lured into this dead building over the past ten years?

For this reason alone, the butterfly is unforgivable.

As the elevator descended, its speed gradually slowed. When the number on the display screen turned negative seven, the elevator car became noticeably irregular, with blood seeping from the gaps, resembling still-wet red paint, flowing and congealing at the same time.

"Oh!"

The elevator car shook, and just when Han Fei felt he could hardly breathe, the elevator finally stopped.

The elevator doors opened to both sides, and a black mist carrying the aura of death rushed directly into the elevator.

The male student protected Yinghuo and Laisheng. All three of them were affected by the black mist, and a hint of death appeared in their pupils. There were also signs that the death curse on their bodies had been triggered.

"I feel like my head is about to explode, we can't go any further."

With his jaw clenched, the male student supported Yinghuo and shielded Laisheng with his body; he had never taken such good care of anyone in his life.

"I don't know how to get this elevator up. If you can't go any further down, then wait for me on this floor." Han Fei's words left the male student speechless. How could a living person survive in such a harsh environment?

Han Fei took the little boy's hand and walked out of the elevator. At least on the surface, the two of them did not seem to have changed much, as if the black mist had no effect on them.

The little boy seemed to have been born into the black mist, already accustomed to everything. Han Fei, on the other hand, was being protected from the black mist by blood-red characters emerging from his back, the strange tale of "blessing" left by Jin Sheng.

Han Fei didn't know how long he could hold on; all he wanted to do now was get as close to the truth as possible.

The seventh underground floor is much larger than the fourth floor, and the walls have obvious textures. The underground structure of the dead building is not made of bricks and stones, but of something similar to an insect cocoon.

Han Fei stared at the patterns, feeling a sense of familiarity: "The patterns on this wall are somewhat similar to those on a human pupa. Could it be that the entire Death Building is a pupa? But why would a pupa exude such a terrifying aura of death?"

You must know that if the deathly intent buried beneath the Dead Building can trap the unspeakable song, then the thing emanating that deathly intent must also be an unspeakable entity!

"The Dead Building is only an E-level map. The existence of hatred is already outrageous enough. There shouldn't be anything unspeakable." The system's classification of mission levels is based on certain criteria, and even if there are discrepancies, they won't be too significant.

Han Fei ran his fingers along the patterns on the wall and casually pushed open a door next to him.

The interior layout remains the same as the fourth basement level; all the rooms in the entire basement are constructed based on the memories of the same person.

Entering the bedroom directly, Han Fei looked at the huge wardrobe. Before he even got close, he could hear faint crying and cries for help coming from inside.

With a slight twitch of his eyebrow, Han Fei realized that he had seen many wardrobes, but most of the boys inside had lost their senses. They couldn't even express their pain, let alone communicate.

He opened the wardrobe, and thick black fog billowed out from the cabinet piled with all sorts of dirty clothes. When the fog and stench dissipated, a scarred hand rose from inside the wardrobe.

"Kill me, please kill me."

The voice inside the closet seemed to be begging for death; it appeared to have already given up the struggle.

"Don't worry, can you hear my voice?" Han Fei saw the child in the wardrobe. His eyes seemed to be stuck together because he hadn't opened them for too long, and his face was severely deformed, barely recognizable as a person.

"A voice? I've never heard a voice like this before?" The pitiful-looking child possessed a maturity beyond his years. He waved his hands, about to say something more.

The little boy who had been following Han Fei ran over and asked, "This older brother can actually talk?"

His innocent tone revealed a genuine doubt, but when the boy's voice was heard by the child inside the closet, the child instantly broke down.

He seemed to already know his fate, and shouted towards the outside of the wardrobe: "Go to the bottom shelf! Please, you must destroy the heart there! That dead heart! Destroy it, and everyone can be saved..."

Black blood gushed from the child's mouth, and his relatively healthy ears and mouth were blocked with blood, so he couldn't say anything.

"Heart……"

His already scarred arms hung limply at his sides. In the blink of an eye, the child in the wardrobe was absorbed into the wardrobe, leaving only his old photos inside.

"Does the consciousness of a child trapped in a closet become stronger the lower the floor?"

Han Fei silently put away the photos in the wardrobe; no one could guess what he was thinking from his expression.

If someone saw him like this, they might think he was lamenting the death of the child in the closet, but in reality, he was mentally simulating how to kill the child next to him.

His mind raced, and in a very short time, Han Fei devised more than a dozen plans. But every time he was about to take action, a sharp pain would come from the arm where Da Nie was hiding, as if telling him that if he acted now, he would be the one to die.

"What's going on with this little boy? Is it a butterfly in its childhood stage? Oh well, anyway, it doesn't seem to have any intention of killing me yet."

Han Fei explored all seven underground levels and found that the children imprisoned there confirmed his earlier suspicions. The children on the seventh level were generally stronger than those on the fourth level. This strength was at the level of mind and spirit, and the black memories that remained after their consciousness dissipated, which seemed to be the embodiment of nightmares, were also more terrifying than those of ordinary children.

"If that's the case, there might be even more children to talk to deeper underground."

A glimmer of hope rekindled in Han Fei's heart. He left the male student with Yinghuo and Laisheng on the seventh underground floor, while he and the boy continued downwards.

Unable to exit the game and driven to the brink of despair, Han Fei, who had nothing left to lose, was no longer afraid of anything.

"Before I got the book 'Perfect Life,' I did think about death, but now that I'm on the verge of death every day, I've become somewhat attached to this world."

Holding the little boy's hand, Han Fei watched the elevator doors slowly close. He knew he might really die if he went any further, but he still chose to do it anyway.

"Now is the best opportunity, but the management is still not back to their senses. All I need to deal with is this child."

Butterfly and Han Fei were not equal in strength, but Han Fei was very good at using others' strength.

In reality, the butterfly was being tracked and captured by the police in all directions, and its main consciousness was held back by Huang Ying. Logically speaking, even so, the butterfly should not have any worries. The backup plan he left in the Dead Building was enough to deal with the unspeakable existence. But unexpectedly, Han Fei actually brought an unspeakable song to it.

The numbers on the elevator display kept changing, and the elevator car made a creaking sound as if it were about to collapse. When the number turned into negative nine, the black mist seemed to have transformed into a sea.

Even the traces of the Soul Chaser could not be seen on this floor; all that remained was the aura of death, an aura so thick it was impossible to dispel.

The elevator car looked as if it had been squeezed by an external force, and the edges were deformed. Han Fei inside the elevator was also not feeling well.

The blood-written words left by Jin Sheng on his body are breaking apart one by one, and the prophesied future seems to be forcibly rewritten by the will of death.

Han Fei felt a sinking sensation in his body, as death seeped into his internal organs, flooded his brain, and entered his eyes.

His eyes, which always held a glimmer of light, were slowly turning blood red; the will to die seemed to be reshaping Han Fei's body.

The blood-written words left by Jin Sheng seemed ultimately unable to stop the will to die, but in the final moments of their shattering, those words transformed into a shallow chain that burrowed into Han Fei's body, seemingly locking his heart.

When the feeling of death invaded, three places on Han Fei's body began to show signs of illness, and he was now like a child locked in a closet.

The three lesions represent three different death curses, and Han Fei himself doesn't know when he was afflicted.

My brain tried desperately to recall, but the pain was already coming from those three places.

The veins on his chest near his heart bulged out, and a faint character for "death" quietly appeared. However, this character for "death" was blocked by Jin Sheng's chains and could not penetrate into his heart.

Next was the arm where Da Nie was hiding. His palm lines twisted into the character for "death," and his bones were gradually broken, from his fingertips all the way to where Da Nie was hiding.

The first two death curses were temporarily blocked by Jin Sheng's curse and the Great Evil, but the last death curse was not interfered with by anything.

Han Fei felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if a nail was trying to pierce it. He couldn't see what was happening in the back of his head, but he vaguely felt that his memories were being disrupted.

"I already placed a curse on you before you even entered the Death Tower. The curse is that you will die if you enter the Death Tower!"

A strange voice echoed in his mind, and everything Han Fei had experienced in the past was tainted with death, devoid of any light.

After encountering "Perfect Life," my once vibrant mind was transformed back into a despairing blackness.

Han Fei's consciousness plummeted into the deep sea along with the elevator!

The elevator car was oppressed by the will to die, constantly deforming and caved inward, and Han Fei's own consciousness was also submerged in the blackness of his mind.

Unable to breathe, unable to even move his fingers, Han Fei felt as if he was about to be completely crushed.

Red blood began to float from the black mind, starting with just one or two drops, but slowly turning into large patches of red.

"Is what I can't see clearly finally about to appear?" The unfamiliar voice seemed to be hidden within the death curse: "By removing the shackles of good and evil, and breaking free from the chains of childhood memories, let me see what exactly is hidden in your mind!"

The unfamiliar voice carried a hint of urgency as three death curses erupted simultaneously, attempting to completely destroy Han Fei's consciousness and body.

Ninety percent of Han Fei's memories had turned black, but the remaining ten percent could not be changed. That part of the memories deepest in his mind was completely red, and every scene in it was dripping with blood.

Under the oppression of the Death Curse, a laugh echoed from the crimson memory.

At first the sound was very soft, but gradually the laughter began to grow louder, became out of control, and became crazy.

All the blood-red memories pieced together, those blood-dripping fragments forming a dilapidated orphanage, where a laughing madman was imprisoned!

No one knows what he went through; all they know is that he kept laughing, laughing wildly.

"Is this the real you? Let me help you remove your mask of hypocrisy. Let me see if you and I are the same kind of person. Let me see if you are qualified to be the body that allows my soul to return!"

The numbers on the elevator display screen were changing rapidly, the space inside the elevator car was getting smaller and smaller, and the increasingly intense sense of death began to drive the death curse.

The blackened surface of his mind pressed down, and the laughing madman seemed to be anticipating something. Unfortunately, no matter how the death curse was branded into his body, the orphanage where the madman lived could not be broken.

That deep red had surpassed the black of death.

The Death Curse repeatedly struck, but it could not seize the most crucial piece of memory from Han Fei's mind.

The voice hidden within the death curse gradually grew more agitated, and the two sides were locked in a mental stalemate until the dark memories surged in Han Fei's mind, illuminating a few glimmers of light in his bleak life.

The first conversation with Wei Youfu, seeing Xiao Ba in the flowers of the nursery, assisting Meng Changxi in capturing Meng Chang'an, summoning Mingmei's soul into the Happiness Community and handing her over to Ying Yue, the reckless leap in the flesh and blood factory of Animal Alley, and picking up that knife together with countless companions...

The glimmers of memory slowly multiplied, shining brightly in the darkness of my mind.

Han Fei's chaotic mind finally regained a sliver of consciousness. He swung his arm in the air, his five fingers gripping something tightly with all their might!
"To be reborn!"

The dazzling blade light, like a burning flame, instantly illuminated the sea of ​​death. Without any hesitation, he slashed the blade of humanity towards the most painful spot on the back of his head.

The light scattered, as if something had been cut open, but no pain could be felt.

More and more memories flashed through Han Fei's mind, and the blackness of his mind, stained by the death curse, was slowly replaced by crimson.

The unfamiliar voice in the Death Curse disappeared. It didn't completely occupy Han Fei's mind, but it did release the blood-red memories in Han Fei's mind.

The maniacal laughter emanated from the depths of his mind, yet it rang in Han Fei's ears, as if a maniacal laugher was still following him.

Han Fei opened his eyes, blood trickling from the corner of his eye. He glanced around.

The elevator was completely ruined. The little boy lay unconscious on the ground, his once handsome and cute face now covered in lividity.

The elevator had stopped, and there were no numbers on the display screen. Han Fei didn't know which floor he had reached.

He looked out through the open elevator doors and saw fragments of a giant cocoon scattered on the ground, which was covered with red flowers.

Those fragments, etched with human faces and carrying the deepest malice, emanated the black mist that enveloped the entire dead building complex.

(End of this chapter)