My Healing Games

Chapter 419 Aren’t you scared?

Seeing Han Fei take out the tactical pen from his trouser pocket and his professional posture, Bai Xian's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Why would an actor carry this with him when attending an event? And his posture is so professional!
"Don't stray too far from me." While carefully watching what was in front of him, Han Fei also made sure to protect Bai Xian behind him. He always took good care of his teammates, a good habit he had developed in the Deep World.

"Okay, okay." Bai Xian nodded repeatedly. He used to think that Han Fei was just an outstanding young man, but today he saw another side of the new Shanghai "crime buster," which was far beyond what the word "outstanding" could simply describe.

Grabbing the door panel and opening it, Han Fei didn't go in directly, but instead looked down and carefully observed the ground.

The room was covered in dust, and a man's shoe print could be vaguely seen.

"He went up to the second floor." Han Fei moved forward step by step, but after a few steps, he realized something was wrong. More and more shoe prints began to appear on the dusty floor tiles, and those shoe prints were different from men's shoe prints; they were all left by children's shoes.

To avoid frightening Bai Xian, Han Fei didn't tell him about it, but simply gestured for him to stay close to the wall and not get too close to the stair railing.

In older buildings like this, the handrails may not be sturdy and pose inherent risks. More importantly, if someone is suddenly attacked by something, walking next to the handrail could easily push them down the stairs.

Han Fei had accumulated a lot of experience in the deep world. He knew all the ways killers hid and their hunting tactics. Now he was sharing this experience with Bai Xian very selflessly. This knowledge, which is hard for ordinary people to summarize, can be said to be priceless. Bai Xian was so moved that he almost cried when he heard it.

"Or... should I wait for you in the car?"

Life is full of choices, and Bai Xian is currently hesitating between facing a ghost and a serial killer.

"Can you go back by yourself?" Han Fei had already reached the top of the stairs. He smelled a faint stench in the air, a smell that seemed very familiar to him.

"Then forget it." Bai Xian obediently followed Han Fei, his body almost pressed against the wall.

"Do you smell a foul odor, like something is rotting and spoiling? I smelled this strange odor on Xia Yilan before." Han Fei was leading Bai Xian upstairs when a beam of light suddenly flashed past the opened door.

Han Fei reacted very quickly, pressing down on Bai Xian and decisively lowering his body.

He and Bai Xian hid on the stairs, using blind spots to watch the doorway.

As the light swept across, a man in a worn-out security guard uniform, holding a police flashlight, stood in front of the door.

He first scanned the room with a flashlight, and then, as if to bolster his courage, he shouted a few times into the empty room.

"Is anyone inside?!"

"Let me tell you! This place is off-limits to just anyone!"

Seeing no one respond, the security guard moved forward with difficulty: "Stop hiding! I can see you all! If you don't come out, I'm going to call for help!"

The room was deathly silent. The security guard's chest heaved, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his hand holding the flashlight trembled slightly.

"If you feel it's inconvenient for me to show myself here, I can leave first and give you ten minutes to retreat."

The security guard spoke without any authority, and even he was terrified. He took a step into the room, then took a half step back, dragging his feet, which made Han Fei a little anxious.

Just as Han Fei was about to ignore him and go upstairs, Bai Xian's phone suddenly rang. The pleasant ringtone sounded incredibly eerie in the deathly silent plastic surgery hospital.

"Snapped!"

Bai Xian frantically tried to turn off his phone, and the security guard was so startled that he dropped the police flashlight on the ground.

"When are you two coming back? I've already been on stage twice." Bai Xian accidentally pressed the wrong button, and the video call was connected directly. Director Zhang's voice came through the phone.

Before Director Zhang could finish speaking, Bai Xian hung up the phone. However, at that moment, the security guards were already looking at the place where they were hiding.

"Come out! Who's there!"

The flashlight rolled a long way on the ground, and the security guard didn't even dare to pick it up. He could only vaguely see two dark figures that looked like people.

"Many people have died in this plastic surgery clinic. It's haunted at night. Don't blame me for not warning you! Get out of here right now!"

The security guard clutched the jade pendant hanging around his neck and mustered all his courage before taking three steps forward.

He stared at the two dark figures, but ultimately didn't move forward: "You're not coming out, huh? Then I'll call the police!"

He didn't even bother to pick up the flashlight; he turned and ran outside without even closing the door.

Upon hearing that the security guard was going to call the police, Bai Xian couldn't stay still any longer. He was, after all, a well-known actor. If the police found out that he had gone to an abandoned plastic surgery hospital late at night, it would definitely become a trending topic.

"Don't go out. That person won't call the police, and he's not a security guard." Han Fei grabbed Bai Xian's wrist.

"How did you know?"

"Security uniforms usually have Chinese and English labels on the armbands, and the security company's name and number are on the left chest badge. There are also special anti-counterfeiting designs, but the dark uniform he's wearing clearly doesn't have these things. Take a closer look at his hat; it doesn't match the uniform at all. It must be a makeshift uniform." Han Fei knows security uniforms very well; he's familiar with every detail of them.

"You know all this?" Bai Xian's eyes were full of surprise.

“I’ve worked part-time as a night shift security guard.” Han Fei didn’t linger and immediately headed upstairs: “That guy is very loud. Whether he did it on purpose or not, the people inside must have already noticed. We need to speed things up.”

As you climb the stairs to the second floor, you see more and more children's footprints on the floor, while the men's footprints become less clear as they blend in.

"It doesn't look very big from the outside, but how come the interior space is..." Bai Xianzheng suddenly exclaimed as he was speaking. He touched his neck, feeling as if something had just fallen into his collar.

"what happened?"

"It should be an insect, right?" Bai Xian wasn't too sure either, and kept shaking his clothes.

"Be careful." Han Fei looked at both sides of the corridor with his tactical pen in hand. The corridor was decorated very luxuriously, and it didn't look like a plastic surgery hospital at all. It looked more like a private manor that combined recuperation, healing and leisure.

Walking slowly forward, the door on the left side of the corridor reads "Eternal Youth," and the door on the right reads "Eternal Mind."

Han Fei tried to open the door, but all the doors to the rooms were locked.

The most urgent task at hand was to find the man, so Han Fei did not choose to break down the door to check. He and Bai Xian walked forward along the corridor until they stopped at the first fork in the road.

"Why did you stop?" Bai Xian looked at the empty, dark corridor, worried that a serial killer might suddenly rush out from behind a door. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more frightened he became, the more wild thoughts he had.

"I'm not sure where that guy went."

"You don't know? Then how did you know he ran to the second floor?" Bai Xian shrank his neck, somewhat confused about Han Fei's thinking.

"His shoe prints disappeared here."

"Shoe prints?" Bai Xian subconsciously looked down and, with the help of the light from his phone screen, saw a dense array of children's shoe prints on the floor!

"Fuck!"

Bai Xian's face turned pale, and his body froze completely in place, unable to take another step.

"This place is really haunted!" Bai Xian's eyes were filled with shoe prints and footprints. An image almost uncontrollably appeared in his mind: countless disfigured and skin-grafted children running around in the corridor, and finally all looking at him standing at the crossroads of the corridor.

"Oh!"

Without warning, a window they had just passed was suddenly smashed, and the sound startled Bai Xian, who was already frightened.

Turning my head, I saw only shattered glass in the corridor.

"Han Fei, let's leave here. This is really bad, really bad!" Bai Xian couldn't even go back alone now. He couldn't believe that a man nearing forty could be so frightened.

Han Fei, who was standing next to him, did not speak. Bai Xian secretly glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and found that Han Fei's expression did not change at all.

"As expected, not everyone can be a hero. I'd better stick to being an actor." Bai Xian's voice trembled. He gripped Han Fei's sleeve with one hand and his phone tightly with the other. These two things were his last source of security.

“There’s another possibility that the footprints disappeared: he stepped on the original footprints and went back the way he came.” Han Fei looked at the broken glass and realized he had gone back the way he came.

He stopped just as he was about to reach the window.

"Most of the glass shards fell inside the house, which means the person who broke the glass must have been standing outside. But I clearly remember there was no one in the corridor. So, the person must be hiding in the room on the other side of the corridor!" Han Fei suddenly turned his head and saw a man holding a sharp knife and covered in blood standing in the window of the room next door!

Most importantly, this man looks exactly like the security guard downstairs!
"A ghost! There's a ghost!" Bai Xian felt every hair on his body stand on end. He had never encountered anything so terrifying in his entire life!

A chill crept into his heart, and he felt as if his blood vessels were about to freeze. His mind was filled with the words the security guard downstairs had once said.

Many people have died in this beauty salon; it's haunted at night!

Fear instantly robbed Bai Xian of his ability to think calmly. He stammered, repeating the same sentence over and over again: "That security guard is a ghost, that security guard is a ghost!"

"Calm down! No ghost would break glass on its own. Even if they look alike, they could be twins." Han Fei stared at the other's bloodied face and licked his lips lightly. "If I had turned around to check the room with the broken glass, he would have attacked me from the darkness and stabbed me in the back while my back was turned to him."

"He looks just like that security guard. That security guard is dead. They're all dead!" Bai Xian panicked and spoke incoherently. The only redeeming quality he had was that he didn't abandon Han Fei and run away alone.

"The temperature will suddenly drop where a vengeful ghost appears. If the temperature doesn't change significantly, then even if it's a ghost, it's just a very ordinary regret or obsession." Han Fei spoke each word clearly, but Bai Xian couldn't understand them when put together.

"What do you mean?"

"I just wanted to tell you that there's no need to be afraid." Han Fei looked at the man standing at the window: "You must have never seen a truly mangled face, right? On such a face, the flesh is torn open, blood and flesh are mixed together, the color is black, and you can smell the pungent bloody stench from a great distance."

Han Fei's suppressed voice made the man standing in the room and Bai Xian change their expressions. They felt that Han Fei was like a gourmet who, after tasting a rare dish, smiled and said that the meat and human flesh tasted similar, but there were many subtle differences.

The man standing inside the house gripped the knife tightly in his hand. Blood streamed down his chin, and the muscles in his arms were taut, as if he were ready to rush out at any moment.

"What should we do?" Bai Xian was the most panicked person on the scene; his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Han Fei did not answer Bai Xian, but instead took out his phone and pressed the record button.

When he took out his phone, the man in the room seemed to think he was going to call the police, and without hesitation, jumped out of the window!

The bloodied and mangled face, the strong and burly body, and the gleaming dagger—all of this was magnified in Han Fei and Bai Xian's eyes.

The terrifying "murderer" was approaching Han Fei and Bai Xian with an extremely strong sense of oppression, a cruel smile on his face.

"It's over, it's over!" Bai Xian pulled Han Fei back step by step. He was filled with regret. He had hesitated for just a moment, and he and Han Fei had lost the best opportunity to escape.

"I shouldn't have waited for him to come out of the room!" Bai Xian was filled with regret. Most importantly, his calves were weak and he couldn't run fast. "Han Fei, you've assisted the police so many times. Did they ever tell you how to deal with this kind of situation?"

"According to the police, when encountering an armed robber, the first thing to do is not to think about disarming him or fighting hand-to-hand; if you can run, you must run." After saying this, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and glanced at Bai Xian: "What are you waiting for? Run!"

The three of them started sprinting almost at the same time, but Bai Xian and Han Fei were sprinting in opposite directions!
In that instant, neither Bai Xian nor the "murderer" reacted.

Bai Xian couldn't stop him, and the "murderer" didn't stop either. Han Fei's movements were just too fast; it seemed he never intended to run from the start.

Just as the "murderer" was about to swing his knife in surprise, Han Fei had already closed the distance. This man, whose close-quarters combat skills were honed by fighting vengeful ghosts, moved with unparalleled ruthlessness.

He kicked the "murderer" near the thigh, the sound of bones dislocating clearly reaching his ears. As the "murderer" lost his balance, he used his five fingers like iron clamps to lock the "murderer's" cheek, pressing the other's head down, and then, using the force of the fall, he smashed the head against the wall next to him!

"Oh!"

The plaster peeled off, revealing fine cracks, and a bloodstain was left where the "murderer's" head collided with the wall.

His body went limp and he collapsed. The "murderer" who had been grinning just moments before was now unconscious, as if he had simply passed out.

Han Fei kicked the dagger into the corner, brushed the plaster off his suit, and then turned off his phone's recording function.

The whole process lasted only three seconds. Bai Xian hadn't even run a few meters when, when he turned around, the vicious "murderer" was already unconscious on the ground.

"you……"

Bai Xian looked at Han Fei, who was dressed in a suit and black leather shoes, and at that refined and slightly introverted face, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Thank you, Yantang, for being the leader!

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