My Healing Games

Chapter 409 The Vanished Plastic Surgery Hospital

"If it's 8 PM, the time will be a bit tight, but I'll try my best to participate."

Han Fei didn't care who came; all he wanted was for them not to disturb his game.

"Then I'll take that as a yes?" Director Zhang's assistant breathed a sigh of relief; he was really afraid Han Fei would refuse.

This young actor is great in every way, except he's a bit different from other actors. While other actors would love to walk the red carpet and attend events every day to increase their exposure, he spends all his time helping the police solve cases, except for filming.

If he used to solve murder cases out of necessity to make a living, then Director Zhang's assistant felt that Han Fei now acts out of pure interest and passion.

In fact, it wasn't just him; other staff members on set thought the same thing.

"Teacher Han, I've already submitted your information. Have you considered joining any companies recently?" Director Zhang's assistant leaned closer to Han Fei: "If not, don't rush. Your net worth will definitely skyrocket after you win the award."

"I have no intention of joining the company. I became an actor simply because all I can do is act."

“Those criminals you caught probably don’t think so.” Director Zhang’s assistant inadvertently blurted out his thoughts and quickly changed the subject: “I will notify you again before the event starts. Director Zhang knows you don’t have an agent, so you can contact me directly if anything happens.”

After saying that, he jogged away, as if his soul would be sucked away if he stayed with Han Fei for too long: "I am much older than him, but why do I always feel flustered when I talk to him? I have met quite a few A-list celebrities before, and their temperament is completely different from Han Fei's."

Watching Zhang's assistant's departing figure, Han Fei shook his head: "Why did this guy blurt out his thoughts again? Am I really that intimidating in the eyes of the staff? Or is it some talent I gained in the game that's subtly influencing the people around me?"

Back in the old town, Han Fei tried to use his talents and abilities from the game, but unfortunately only attracted kind and caring glances from passersby.

Before even entering the residential area, Han Fei saw the face he least wanted to see: his former boss had brought A-Cheng over again.

"Are you guys ever going to stop? You've come all this way to my humble abode!" Han Fei said rudely, showing he had no liking for that leader.

"Han Fei, don't think that just because you've worked with Director Zhang, you have the right to talk to us like this..." Before A Cheng could finish speaking, Han Fei had already walked past him.

"You!" Han Fei's attitude greatly displeased Acheng. The better Han Fei did, the more jealous he became. He felt that all of this should have belonged to him. If Han Fei hadn't stolen his lead role, he would definitely be the one working with Director Zhang now, and he would definitely be the artist sought after by major companies.

Anger surged through him instantly, and he reached for Han Fei's shoulder, but just as his hand was about to land on Han Fei's left shoulder, Han Fei grabbed his wrist and palm.

Han Fei's hand, though arriving late, was like an iron clamp, rendering A Cheng unable to move.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Let go! Let go!" Ah Cheng grimaced, trying to grab Han Fei's face with his other hand.

Han Fei took a small step back, then pulled hard, causing A Cheng, who had lost his balance, to kneel on the ground.

"If your mouth were half as clean as your clothes, you wouldn't have been knocked down today." Han Fei grabbed the crying Acheng, turned his head and gave the leader a cold look: "I hope you can understand one thing: it has never been you giving me opportunities, but me giving you opportunities."

After saying that, he casually threw A-Cheng on the ground: "You take good care of your hands. Remember to take care of your mouth next time."

Han Fei strode away, not wanting these petty scoundrels to spoil his gaming mood.

"Damn it! How dare he hit an actor in the street! I have over a million fans! Han Fei! This isn't over!" After Han Fei walked away, A Cheng got up from the ground and shouted a few times into the stairwell.

"Alright, it seems he really doesn't want to cooperate with us." The leader got back into his car, his eyes gloomy.

"I really don't understand why you insist on coming to find him. That person is connected to a murderer and will cause big trouble sooner or later!" Ah Cheng stood outside the car, covering his hand, where Han Fei had grabbed it, which was now bruised.

"The film festival is coming up soon. If there's even one actor in the company who can compete for an award, I won't bother with him." The man turned up the car's interior temperature. "Drive! A bunch of good-for-nothings, throwing money at them won't help, they just keep causing me trouble."

Before A-Cheng could get into the car, the man told the driver to drive away. He sat in the car, not turning his head or even glancing at A-Cheng, who was still standing there dumbfounded.

"If you're not willing to help me, then you shouldn't expect to have an easy time either. It's always easier to ruin someone than to cultivate one."

The man took out his phone and dialed a number: "I heard that Director Zhang's 'The Suspense Novelist' is almost finished filming. When they start promoting it, you guys play the victim's family members and start targeting Han Fei from all angles. It would be best if you could force the 'The Suspense Novelist' crew to cut Han Fei's scenes. Anyway, I heard he's just a minor supporting character."

"Don't worry, we've made all the arrangements. This time it'll be a fatal blow! We'll make sure he can never work in the entertainment industry again!" A high-pitched male voice came from the other end of the phone: "By the way, the big boss is very angry lately. It seems like the company's initial plans for 'Perfect Life' have been completely wiped out. Now he seems to want you to go back and take charge of the work there."

"What do you mean by 'all at once'? Isn't 'Perfect Life' a healing game?"

"Last night, two of our top accounts were maliciously killed, and we still don't know how the killer did it. After dawn, when we contacted other studios to investigate the killer, the killer reappeared and killed all our seed accounts with talent!" The shrill male voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"Have you offended someone?"

"How could we offend anyone before we've even left the starting village? Everyone's racing against time to level up and develop, but we're the only ones who've been targeted by this psychopathic killer."

"I'll go back to headquarters after the film festival ends. You guys can try to find the killer yourselves." The man looked at the logo on his sleeve. Headquarters was a large entertainment company involved in many industries, with film and television being just one of them.

The car drove directly back to the Smart New City. The man walked out of the underground parking garage of his own community and waited for the elevator. A painter stopped next to him, seemingly also waiting for the elevator.

"What bad luck."

The man took a silk scarf out of his pocket, covered his mouth and nose, and took a few steps to the side.

Soon the elevator arrived, and the worker carrying a bucket of red paint entered the elevator car.

The man frowned and hesitated for a long time before reluctantly entering the elevator.

After the elevator started moving, the man straightened his collar in front of the brightly lit elevator doors, completely ignoring the painter standing in the corner.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Butterfly who lives in Garden Number Twenty-Four?"

A voice came from behind the man. The painter suddenly spoke up and said something inexplicable.

Exhaling a breath of foul air, the man ignored the painter; he was only concerned that the painter's entry into the elevator had filled the entire elevator with the smell of paint.

"May I ask you are……"

"Wrong person!" The man waved his hand impatiently, covering his nose and frowning as he glanced at the painter. "Are you new here? Who gave you permission to bring paint into the elevator! This is getting more and more outrageous!"

"I'm so sorry, this is my first time in such an upscale community, I don't know the rules." The painter apologized repeatedly, his attitude even bordering on humble.

The man seemed to think it wasn't worth arguing with this kind of person. He turned his head away again, and his gaze inadvertently fell on the elevator display screen. The numbers on it made him pause for a moment.

"Twenty-four floors?"

The elevators in the smart city are indeed very fast, but he felt that he had only exchanged a few words with the painter after entering the elevator, and besides, his home was not on the 24th floor.

The mirror-like elevator doors opened, revealing the corridor to the 24th floor. The man had never been to this floor before. Looking at the empty corridor, he was momentarily stunned.

Is that the painter coming to this floor?
He didn't go out, but pressed the button for the floor he wanted to go to, and then looked back at the painter.

As he turned around, he saw through the bright, smooth walls of the elevator car that the painter in the corner was staring at him.

For no apparent reason, the painter stared intently at his back.

Goosebumps rose on the back of the man's neck, but he didn't think much of it. Anyone allowed into the community had undergone multiple checks by the AI ​​and had a citizen information rating of B or higher.
"Are you going down this floor?" The man stepped aside.

The painter shook his head: "I thought you were going to go down to this floor."

"Me?" The man's mind was completely occupied with company matters, and only now did he realize something was amiss.

Unfortunately, the elevator doors had already closed by then. The elevators in the high-end residential area of ​​the smart new city are all equipped with automatic facial recognition. Once the residents enter the elevator, they will be automatically taken to their respective floors without any voice requests or manual button presses. If there are many people, it will also arrange the most efficient transportation plan.

The elevator started moving again, and the man slowly realized that something was wrong with the painter next to him. The painter's posture hadn't changed since he entered the elevator; he had been standing in the same spot the whole time. Besides the strong smell of paint, there seemed to be a foul odor emanating from him, as if something was rotting.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man also noticed a broken piece of thin rope near the painter's ankle.

The rope was made of old material and didn't match the painter's clothes at all.

Is this your first time here?

"kindness."

Where did you work before?

"I was helping out at a plastic surgery clinic for a relative, but then they got someone pregnant, and the clinic went out of business." The painter spoke normally, but in the enclosed elevator, the man felt uneasy after hearing what the painter said.

He decisively stopped the conversation, and the elevator stopped shortly afterward.

This time the elevator worked without issue and stopped on the seventeenth floor, where the man lived.

Looking at the hallway outside, the man immediately went out.

As the elevator doors closed, he glanced back into the elevator. The painter was still staring at him, and there seemed to be something like hair in the paint bucket he was carrying.

"Am I seeing things?" The man walked to his front door and, just as he was about to open it, noticed something unusual again.

There was a disposable medical shoe cover lying in front of his door. The shoe cover looked very dirty and seemed to have been used for a long time.

"What are all these things?" The man kicked the shoe covers aside, and as they rolled, a child's shoe fell out.

The shoes were very small and pure white. Staring at them for too long gave me a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Ever since I met Han Fei, it seems like nothing has gone my way."

He ignored the shoe covers, unlocked the door with the code, and was about to enter the house when he suddenly heard a sound, and the elevator door that had been closed seemed to open again.

Without daring to think further, the man immediately went into his room.

"Why have you been coming home so late every day lately? Have you been sneaking off to see your wife again behind my back?" A sweet voice came from the living room, and a woman in pajamas walked over.

"Something happened." The man took off his coat, which smelled of paint, and went straight into the bathroom.

"What kind of attitude is that? Don't I even have the right to ask you questions?" The woman picked up her coat from the floor and followed her into the bathroom.

The man washed his face with warm water. When he looked up at the mirror, he suddenly noticed that his young and beautiful girlfriend's face was covered with stitches and needle marks that were getting bigger.

"Oh!"

He almost fell to the ground because he couldn't support himself with his hands.

The woman, holding the coat, looked on with surprise and confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

When the man turned around and looked at his girlfriend's face, he found that she was still as beautiful and charming as before, with flawless skin and delicate features, just like a Barbie doll.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I'm probably just too tired lately." The man waved his hand and locked himself in his study.

"I'm still asking you a question!" The woman knocked on the study door for a long time, but the man didn't open it. She got angry and threw the man's coat on the ground.

With a soft thud, the woman noticed a child's shoe had fallen out of the man's coat pocket; the shoe was pure white.

……

Han Fei returned to his rented room. There was still some time before midnight, so he didn't rush to log into the game. Instead, he checked his account balance on his phone first.

Director Zhang was very efficient; after the new contract was signed, the additional payment was directly deposited into Han Fei's account.

Looking at the numbers on his card, Han Fei thought of his neighbors in the Dead Building and Happiness Community. They had risked their lives to cross the plastic surgery hospital and enter the amusement park area for Han Fei's sake.

Without the help of his neighbors, Han Fei alone would not have been able to accumulate enough reputation in such a short time.

"It would be better to use this money to help their families; it would also be a way for me to accumulate good karma."

Before he could even enjoy the money he had just received from filming, Han Fei called the police and asked them to contact the victims' families and use the money to help those families who were truly in need.

The police praised Han Fei's moral character. In fact, Han Fei was also trying to quickly accumulate enough merit to upgrade his shrine, so he refused the police's public commendation. He simply told the victims' families his name and that they could contact him if they had any difficulties.

After the transfer was completed, Han Fei turned on his computer and phone and began studying.

As a professional actor, if Han Fei wants to portray the hatred of a plastic surgery clinic, he will definitely strive to perfect every aspect of the role.

While learning about plastic surgery, he also began investigating murder cases related to plastic surgery.

Around 11 p.m., Han Fei was surprised to discover that there used to be a very famous plastic surgery hospital in the outskirts of Xinhu, but after a certain period of time, there was suddenly no information about that hospital online.

The reason Han Fei was able to find clues about that hospital was entirely because he used some special methods taught to him by Feng Ziyu.

After a thorough search, Han Fei discovered that the hospital was actually funded and built by Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical, and that the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical frequently visited the hospital at the time.

Thank you to Jianyisiqian for being the leader! Thank you to MLB Laodie for being the leader!
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