My Healing Games

Chapter 422 Perfect Personality
"Cosmetic surgery hospitals have the ability to endow children with various wonderful personalities and can change a child's character. Now, a recreation room similar to the Happy Orphanage has appeared here. Could it be that personality plastic surgery is related to the Happy Orphanage where I used to stay?"

Han Fei's memories of the Happy Orphanage are mostly positive. Although the place was dilapidated and simple, it was his entire childhood.

When he was ignorant and had no knowledge of the world, it was volunteers and staff who showed him how wonderful the world was and how great human kindness was.

When he grew up, these were the first things that came to mind when he thought back to the past.

For a long time, he felt that this was his entire childhood, until he lost three of his souls.

Without a childhood and the concepts of good and evil, the blood-red orphanage deep in his mind was exposed in his memories. At that moment, Han Fei discovered that everything in his mind was stained red, and all the beauty was draped in a red coat.

As his fragmented memories began to reassemble, he glimpsed the truth.

"In the Crimson Orphanage where the Mad Laughing Man was, he was all alone, just like now in the recreation room, I am the only one looking out the window from my bed. I know the world outside the window is very beautiful, but I can never get out, because all the windows are just paintings on the walls."

“I did not experience any misfortune in my childhood. My friends, teachers, and volunteers all gave me positive guidance and together they formed my world of memories. But when I really want to recall them carefully, I can’t remember any of their faces.”

Did they really appear? Did they really exist?

Can a healing personality truly heal all wounds? If so, how does it heal a person?

Han Fei closed his eyes. The pain felt like a sharp nail constantly penetrating his brain, piercing through everything and allowing him to see the maniacal laughter deep within his mind.

He was a madman who kept laughing hysterically; everything in his eyes was frozen in blood, and his world was red.

Han Fei didn't know if a healing personality was close to a perfect personality, but he knew that Maniac Laughter must possess the most imperfect personality in the world.

"Han Fei?" Bai Xian froze at the doorway, looking at Han Fei in the children's playroom. Besides fear and dread, he also felt a little worried.

At this moment, Han Fei stood in front of the wall painted with windows, his back against the cold wall, as if he were trapped in a closed nightmare.

Mustering his courage, Bai Xian slowly moved into the room: "Han Fei!"

He steeled himself, ran faster and faster, and rushed to Han Fei's side, grabbing Han Fei's arm: "We can't stay here!"

Bai Xian's voice made Han Fei raise his head. His head still hurt a lot, but he had begun to figure out the cause of the pain. As long as he didn't question his childhood memories, he would be fine.

"How did you get in here too?" Han Fei immediately looked towards the door, afraid that the security guard would escape with the "murderer".

As it turned out, he was overthinking it. The security guard was trembling with fear and dared not stay alone in the corridor. After seeing Bai Xian run into the house, he actually dragged his brother into the house as well.

"The security guard's phone is full of videos of child abuse. If the person in the white shoes is a child, then he must have been abused as well. It's normal for him to have resentment in his heart, but it's very abnormal for resentment to accumulate to the level of hatred."

Han Fei didn't know what the connection was between the plastic surgery hospital in the deep world and the white shoes; he was just making inferences based on his experience fighting the butterfly.

Only by reaching the level of hatred in the deeper realm can one influence reality through certain extremely special means, and even then, indirectly.

"White shoes, a painter, and a monster who influenced Boss Acheng's thinking and turned him into an androgynous person in the toilet—this plastic surgery hospital is very likely to harbor three grudges." Han Fei now attaches great importance to the plastic surgery hospital because this place seems to be related to him as well.

Han Fei searched everywhere, hoping to find some more direct clues and documents, but unfortunately all the data inside the building had disappeared and been completely disposed of.

If Han Fei hadn't spent time at the Happy Orphanage himself, he wouldn't have been able to discover the trickery in the children's playroom.

This plastic surgery hospital is very well hidden. Not to mention outsiders, even some of their own peripheral staff probably don't know anything about the hospital.

"Before the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals passed away, he visited this plastic surgery hospital many times. The hospital he built has some connection with the Happiness Orphanage. The black box in my mind was given to me by his brother. What are these two brothers plotting, one in the open and one in the dark?"

Ten years have passed. The chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals has passed away, and his brother has been beaten so badly that only fragments of his memory remain. Even so, their traces are still left everywhere in the world.

Han Fei was unwilling to leave, but just as he was about to continue searching for clues, a scream came from the third floor.

"It looks like Ah Cheng's boss!"

The three of them ran upstairs together, but they were terrified by the scene before them as soon as they reached the third floor.

The floor, walls, and ceiling were covered with white paper, all bearing the same sentence: "Give me back my face!"

Dragging the unconscious "murderer," Han Fei walked quickly down the corridor. He remembered the approximate direction from which the screams came and chased after him all the way to the deepest part of the third floor.

"The dust on the doorknob has been wiped off, and this door has been opened." Han Fei stared at the door in front of him. He had Bai Xian record the whole process, and then kicked the door open.

The windows inside were open, and the curtains were fluttering in the wind, as if ghosts were hiding there.

"Don't come in yet! Brother Bai, watch out for the recording!" Han Fei suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?" Bai Xian and the security guard both tensed up at the same time.

"There's a bloody smell in the room." Han Fei's pupils narrowed slightly as he stared at a brand-new large leather suitcase in the corner of the room. The suitcase was spotless, as if it had been brought out of Boss Cheng's car.

The box is still there, but he has disappeared without a trace.

The entire process was recorded. Han Fei, using the "murderer's" clothes as a cushion, opened the suitcase. A strand of black hair slipped out through the zipper, and blood began to seep from the bottom of the suitcase.

"Corpse?"

A strange smell wafted through the air, and Bai Xian, who was recording the video, and the security guard couldn't help but gag. Han Fei, who was closest to the box, didn't have a strong reaction; he just felt a bone-chilling cold around the box!

Sensing something, he slowly looked up at the mirror embedded in the wall, and on the box he had opened, sat a faceless woman.

In the blink of an eye, the woman had disappeared, and Han Fei had fully unzipped his jacket.

Inside the suitcase were a white shoe, a brand-new mobile phone, and a disfigured female corpse.

"Snapped!"

The phone fell to the ground. Bai Xian stared blankly at the suitcase. After a few seconds of hesitation, he started backing away frantically until his back hit the wall.

The security guard also shrank into a corner, keeping a safe distance.

Han Fei originally wanted to continue exploring, but after discovering the corpse, he dared not rummage through the house.
The case has changed, and now all he can do is protect the scene and wait for the police.

Han Fei had already contacted the police when he left the film festival venue.

After waiting for about ten minutes, police sirens sounded outside, and Li Xue and several members of the criminal investigation team entered the house.

The "murderer" was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Han Fei, Bai Xian, and the security guard sat side by side against the wall, taking turns to be questioned by the police.

This was the first time Bai Xian and the security guard had encountered such a scene. They were extremely flustered and incoherent, with Bai Xian even vomiting up his stomach acid.

In comparison, Han Fei appeared much calmer, and he even tried to communicate with the police when they questioned him.

The deceased's identity was quickly discovered; her name was Zhou Li, and she was Acheng's mistress. She was beautiful and capable, and was responsible for handling some shady matters for Acheng's boss.

After the police confirmed the identity of the deceased, Han Fei became even more puzzled.

He heard it clearly at the film festival venue: Ah Cheng's boss made several phone calls in a row, and judging from the tone of his voice, it seemed that the caller was calling his lover.

Police also found the man's call logs on his phone in the suitcase; he had indeed been calling the dead man, but he seemed completely unaware of it.

"Ah Cheng's boss was acting very strangely at that time; he must have been completely influenced by something." Han Fei also gasped: "The white shoes, the painter, the faceless woman—what exactly did those three do to that man?"

Right now, it's Acheng's boss who's suffering, but Han Fei might be next, so he needs to prepare early.

After calculating the time, Han Fei went directly to Li Xue. He had been out for too long and needed to get back as soon as possible.

"I remember you were at some event, weren't you?" Li Xue knew Han Fei's new movie was about to be released, and when she received Han Fei's call that evening, she thought he was inviting her to watch the promotional video. The moment the phone rang, she even considered whether she should wear a nice outfit that night. But just a second later, she realized that Han Fei never disappointed her; his first words were that he had discovered a suspect and urgently needed police assistance.

"I was originally going to participate in an event, but then some unexpected things happened, so I came here with my friends." Han Fei didn't take credit for himself, but he took the time to praise Bai Xian several times.

“In the past, when you acted bravely, you always provided clues to the police. This time, you went straight to the scene and became the first witness. If this continues, are you going to personally go and arrest the murderer?” Li Xue didn’t mean anything by saying this; she just hoped that Han Fei wouldn’t be too impulsive and would be careful.

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

"Do you have any sense of propriety? Taking a second-tier celebrity to search for evidence in a building that has been abandoned for ten years? Do you think you're filming an unboxing video?" Li Xue used to think she was a troublemaker in the police station, but after meeting Han Fei, she realized that she was practically a model citizen.

"I'll be more careful next time." With Li Xue's help, Han Fei met with their team leader. The evidence search went smoothly. The suspect didn't seem to think much when he disposed of the body and didn't seem to have any intention of hiding anything.

After everyone had finished questioning, Han Fei retrieved Bai Xian's phone. Of course, the recordings and videos had already been preserved by the police as evidence.

"Brother Bai, are you feeling better?" Han Fei found Bai Xian and the security guard in the corner. Both of them had vomited bile and were pale.

"How come you don't feel uncomfortable at all?" Bai Xian looked at Han Fei, completely puzzled.

"I often see blood and gore when I'm acting, so I'm used to it."

"But weren't you a comedian before you acted in Twin Flowers?" Bai Xian himself is also an actor, and the blood and gore props are very different from real corpses.

"It's alright. Here, your phone. The screen looks a little cracked."

"It's okay. Even if it's intact, I probably won't dare to use it again." Bai Xian leaned against the wall, looking very weak. "Did you delete the video in there? Just delete it for me. I probably won't open any video recording apps for a while."

Thank you for being the leader of the alliance!

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