My Healing Games

Chapter 459 The truth itself has a mouth.
The mutated boy has returned to normal. He sits on the cold floor, clutching the dismembered doll in his hand.

Han Fei dared not approach the little boy casually; this seemingly ordinary child harbored an extremely terrifying monster within him.

Having gone through so much, Han Fei is now slowly beginning to understand what alienation is all about.

Rather than alienation, it's more accurate to say that the monster has shed all its disguises and transformed into the form most vividly remembered by the shrine's owner.

Sunlight shone on his face, and the boy looked up blankly. His tender little face was covered with tears. He then scrambled to the woman's bedside and burst into tears.

“The people in the memory world should only be mutated in the darkness now, and sunlight can restore them to normal.” Han Fei frowned slightly. He still remembered the diary left by the original owner of the shrine in his home: “The day I entered the memory world was December 1st. After that, the weather will get colder and colder, and the days will get shorter and shorter.”

Han Fei had no idea what dangers he would face in the future. The feeling of his normal life crumbling little by little and becoming alienated day by day was really unbearable.

Knowing that the abyss was right in front of them, they could not stop and could only be swept up by all their memories, rushing forward.

"Don't cry, your mother will be alright." After comforting the child, Han Fei prepared to talk to the landlord and ask if the couple could help take care of the little boy.

As Han Fei walked to the stairwell with his package, he was about to go downstairs when he suddenly felt a chill on his fingers. The landlord's ring had suddenly given him a warning.

"Is it upstairs?"

Turning to look at the third floor, Han Fei happened to see a woman in white walking on the stairs as he turned his head.

"The tenants on the third floor?"

Without thinking much, Han Fei followed her, watching as the woman opened a door and went inside.

"Wait! That room..."

Han Fei stopped in the third-floor corridor. He clearly saw the woman enter room number thirteen, the room where someone had committed suicide before.

"It's already daylight, why does this corridor still feel so eerie?"

As Han Fei slowly made his way to the door of room number thirteen, he was surprised to find that the door was half open, as if it had been deliberately left open for him.

Shivering, Han Fei gently pushed open the door, and with a creaking sound, he entered room number thirteen for the second time.

Unlike last time, this time he was alone.

"Is anyone here?"

With one hand carrying a package full of things and the other secretly gripping the hilt of a knife, Han Fei's every nerve was taut.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, the sound of a glass falling came from the kitchen, and a mouse scurried across the shards of glass.

"Are there any living creatures in this house?"

Almost as soon as Han Fei finished speaking, the lively rat suddenly began to convulse, as if it had been injected with a deadly poison. Blood flowed from its two bean-sized eyes, and then it collapsed among the shards of glass.

"Can you hear me? I know you're in this room!" Han Fei slowly backed away. He felt as if he had stepped on something, but he clearly remembered that the entrance to room number thirteen was clean and there was nothing on the ground.

Suppressing the urge to look down, Han Fei continued to back away, but the door that had been open had been closed at some point.

The rusty lock was stuck, trapping Han Fei in the room.

“The homeowner committed suicide a few months ago. The fact that nothing happened during that long period of time suggests that she is not the kind of ghost that indiscriminately kills innocent people.”

Don't panic when you encounter something strange. Analyze the situation first. If the other party is still obsessed, then consider how to communicate with them.

If the other person is completely consumed by murderous intent and has become utterly deranged, then you should calmly consider how to commit suicide to alleviate their suffering.

Various thoughts flashed through Han Fei's mind. Knowing he couldn't open the door, he simply took the initiative to step forward.

"I heard you used to work at a department store? In a way, you're my senior. I've been having a lot of strange experiences at that store lately, and I think I understand now why you made such an extreme choice... To be honest, I've always thought the same thing as you. That store owner is a devil in human skin. He's hypocritical and perverted, and now he's driven me to the brink."

Han Fei was locked in the room by the ghost in room number thirteen, but the things he said made people think that he had come in on his own.

“I have nowhere to run. No one in this world believes what I say. Everyone thinks the mall owner is a great philanthropist. Only I have seen his true face under the mask!” Han Fei said, shaking out the package in his hand: “That devil’s hands are stained with blood. He has committed countless crimes. Each of these secondhand items represents a wronged soul.”

The blood-stained red sweater lay on the ground, inside which were several photos and a paper airplane folded from love letters.

Everything else was fine, but when the paper airplane touched the living room floor, the temperature in the whole room started to drop.

"Is this paper airplane yours?" Han Fei shakily picked up the paper airplane from the ground and held it in his palm.

In fact, the moment Han Fei saw the paper airplane in the underground warehouse, he decided to take it out, because the paper airplane looked almost exactly like the one the woman on the third floor had thrown downstairs, only the material was different.

At that time, Han Fei felt that the paper airplane was related to the woman on the third floor, so after he entered the apartment building, he kept carrying the package back and forth.

Most unexpected encounters are likely the result of careful planning by one party.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and the pile of toilet paper wads rolled out.

A moment later, a charred hand gripped the door frame, as if the ghost in room thirteen would appear at any moment.

Holding the paper airplane, Han Fei slowly approached and grasped the arm that had been scorched by the fire before the true owner of Room 13 appeared.

“I think I saw you in my hallucination last night. I was wondering why there would be this thing in the store’s basement warehouse. At that moment, I suddenly remembered that you had been watching me. I received a paper airplane from you.”

Touching the secrets deep within the soul...

Unconsciously using his ability, Han Fei sensed pain, hatred, and intense regret from those charred hands.

"I really regret it, but it's too late. Now I'm being targeted by the mall owner, who sees me as his next prey. I know my days are numbered, and in these last few days, I want to help you." What Han Fei really meant was, please don't rush to kill me; I'm practically a "corpse" now, and keeping me alive might still be useful to you.

The same meaning expressed in a different way, with a touch of acting, can become extremely captivating; this is the art of language.

The ghost in room thirteen ultimately did not leave the bathroom. Its hand, severely burned by the fire, took the paper airplane from Han Fei's palm and then crumpled it into a ball.

The vengeful ghost's charred skin began to peel off in large chunks, slowly mixing with the love letter, and the original sweet words were gradually replaced by black stains.

Those loving words now make me feel nauseous.

"Is it that love letter that caused you such immense pain? Who wrote that letter? I will do everything in my power to bring him here after I leave today!" Han Fei made his promise, but to get him to keep his word, his safety had to be guaranteed first.

The sun slowly rose, but the temperature in room number thirteen continued to drop. With a piercing scream, Han Fei was shoved away by that hand.

Countless pieces of waste paper were swirling in the wind in the bathroom, and a woman could be vaguely seen screaming incessantly.

Her neck was hanging from the window frame, her charred hands hysterically tearing at the scraps of paper scattered on the floor. The early sun gradually shone into the room, and the woman's face became increasingly blurry.

As she disappeared, a paper airplane folded from a love letter flew out from the pile of waste paper in the bathroom.

As the temperature began to recover, Han Fei looked at the blood-stained paper airplane in front of him and carefully unwrapped it.

The love letter, which originally expressed affection, was erased, leaving only a line of grotesque characters written with a finger.

"The truth is a monster with a mouth that cannot speak. Every time the philanthropist goes out, he locks it in the house and keeps it with his conscience."

Continuing down, on the back of the love letter are a few large, crooked characters: "Can you help me put it together?"
"What do you want to piece together?"

Looking up, Han Fei noticed that there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him through the gaps in the pile of waste paper.

"You want me to piece together these patterned papers in the bathroom to form a complete picture?"

Although Han Fei had experienced human body puzzles, he was not good at puzzles himself: "If Wei Youfu were here, it would be great. He liked puzzles when he was alive."

Thinking of his neighbors in the deeper world, Han Fei took a deep breath. He never imagined that he would feel homesick one day, and he never imagined that he would miss his rented room in the real world, but the most terrifying haunted house in the Happiness Community.

“I’ve been completely healed by them. When I leave this world of memories alive, I’ll see if I can take this ‘puzzle’ with me. Consider it a local specialty for Wei Youfu.”

Fighting off his drowsiness, Han Fei sat on the bathroom floor and began to examine the scraps of paper scattered on the floor.

He doesn't play with jigsaw puzzles much, but his memory and insight are far beyond that of ordinary people. He can spot the anomalies in strange symbols that look the same to ordinary people at a glance.

A few minutes later, just as Han Fei was engrossed in his work, footsteps suddenly echoed in the corridor.

The landlord and his wife rushed to the door of room number 13. They were terrified when they saw Han Fei sitting in the bathroom, intently working on a puzzle.

Perhaps the scene was too terrifying, because the couple only dared to enter the house with a mop and a broom.

"Has this kid gone crazy from the pressure? I told you not to keep pressuring him to pay the rent. You should have been more forgiving. Look at him now, he's gone mad!"

"Shut up." The landlady entered the living room with a mop, followed closely by the landlord.

"Could he be possessed by that girl who hanged herself? Why is he running around in this house so early in the morning, fiddling with pieces of paper? Is he still smiling?"

"Shut up! It's so noisy!" The landlady quickened her pace, and Han Fei saw them too.

"Big sister? Uncle? What brings you here?" Brushing the dust off his clothes, Han Fei got up from the ground.

"What are you doing in this room? Who opened the door for you? Did you secretly make a copy of the key?"

"You might not believe it, but when I came home from get off work, I saw a woman standing at the door of the little boy's house on the second floor. Her hands were burned, and she looked terrible. But she was a very kind person. She told me that the little boy's mother was being held captive in the bedroom and hoped that I could go and rescue her," Han Fei said sincerely, his expression revealing no trace of lying.

"and after?"

"I went to the little boy's house to take a look, and I found that his mother was really imprisoned in the bedroom, covered in tubes! I was terrified and immediately called for an ambulance." Han Fei recounted the story vividly, making the landlord and his wife feel as if they were there.

"Were you terrified at the time?" The couple looked at Han Fei with some confusion.

"After I saved the boy's mother, I saw the girl walking upstairs as soon as I came out, so I chased after her to thank her."

"So you just followed them all the way to room number thirteen?" The landlord and his wife were a little shaken; they seemed to have encountered some rather "paranormal" events before.

“That’s right, that girl was pitiful. Her death seems to have another cause, and I suspect it’s related to these scraps of paper in the bathroom.” Han Fei showed the symbols on the different pieces of paper: “If you put these pieces of paper together, you can roughly make out the shape of a well opening. There seems to be something written next to it. Once I put all the pieces of paper together, I should be able to reconstruct it.”

The landlords wanted to say something, but the ambulance arrived just then, and the little boy downstairs was still crying, so the two quickly ran downstairs again.

"Being a landlord isn't easy, especially when you have a group of tenants like me."

After sending the landlords away, Han Fei focused intently on the puzzle, determined to decipher the message the vengeful ghost wanted to convey in the shortest possible time.

The puzzles were difficult at the beginning, but got faster as they went on. After more than forty minutes, Han Fei had covered the room with the tattered pieces of paper, and he had also made a very important discovery.

All the scraps of paper, pieced together, formed a well, and the well was surrounded by writings of very special funeral customs.

Han Fei didn't know much about these things, but not long ago, Huang Ying told him something in real life.

An elderly man who studied history died suddenly in the game "Perfect Life". His biggest discovery was that the NPCs in the game followed a set of funeral customs that were completely different from those in reality after they died, as if there was once a god in the game who controlled death.

Having memorized all the strange symbols, Han Fei's puzzle was nearing completion.

He couldn't understand the symbols, but he could roughly understand the meaning of some of the paintings.

"It seems that as long as you throw something into that well, you will receive good luck and blessings. Later, some people built a shrine for that well, and some people slowly began to try to push the most important 'things' such as friends and relatives into the well."

(End of this chapter)