My Healing Games

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A hideous cat-faced ghostly figure appeared behind Han Fei, continuously converting the Yin energy within the black snake into Han Fei's power.

In the world of memories, without the presence of the Black Serpent, the Ghost Mark could not exert its true power. Han Fei had never tried to see how much damage he could inflict on the ghosts of the deep world by going all out.

"To be reborn!"

The knife in his hand was pushed to its limit, and arms and Han Fei gripped the hilt together. The dazzling light instantly pierced the darkness of the hotel's roof, leaving a huge gap nearly three meters long.

Screams erupted from all directions in an instant, the piercing female voice almost piercing everyone's eardrums.

Along with the black curtain, countless life ropes connecting to it were also torn apart. One by one, the life ropes that emerged from the man's wounds were severed, and a black rain fell from the sky. As for the remaining humanity in those life ropes, it was absorbed by the Rebirth Blade.

"That voice is the same as the woman's voice on the room service call before, it's her again!"

With all his lifelines severed, the man, like a puppet on strings, fell to the ground, covered in wounds. Looking at Xu Qin's shoes, he pleaded repeatedly, "Kill me, please kill me! Kill me!"

Xu Qin raised her shoe, about to crush the man's heart with one foot, when a somewhat insane laugh suddenly came from the darkness above.

Slowly, the black curtain at the top of the art exhibition completely slid down, and everyone was surprised to see that there were photos pasted on the back of the curtain.

There are women and men, some filmed during their lifetime, but most showing what they looked like after their deaths.

Aunt Li and the glass cat sat on the ground, too afraid to look up. For ordinary people, this was torture; they simply couldn't bear such a scene.

He gagged and slumped down on the freezer.

Yan Tang was also pale, but what he was more curious about was why Han Fei had no reaction at all.
If a mask concealed his face, why did his eyes remain so calm, like a deep pool in the mountains, without even a ripple?

"Brother Youfu, aren't you afraid?"

“I have a similar wall in my house.” Han Fei was referring to the wall he usually used to analyze cases, which was covered with photos of victims. But when the players heard his answer, their hearts skipped a beat.

In the deeper world, Han Fei had seen too many photos of victims' remains, all kinds of death photos. So at this moment, he was not afraid at all, but instead opened his eyes wide to observe each photo.

Whether it was the ability brought from the world of memories that hadn't disappeared or the influence of fragments of his personality, Han Fei felt that his left eye often discovered some special things.

For example, right now, when the woman's laughter came, Han Fei keenly noticed that the people in several photos were smiling.

The women in those photos look very similar, but you could only say they look very similar. From left to right, the women's appearances change from ordinary to increasingly beautiful, until finally they are one in a million.

She possessed a beauty that most people envied, but at this moment, her smile looked like she was crying; her eyes were full of resentment, and her lips were stained with blood.

"Why does she look so familiar? Like a singer from before? But why is she the only one smiling?" Han Fei pulled Yan Tang to his side: "Did you receive a call from room service after you arrived at this hotel last night?"

"The guest room phone rang seven times, and Shen Luo answered it each time." Yan Tang didn't know what Han Fei wanted to say.

"Can you see the largest photos at the top? All the dead people in those photos have grotesque faces, but this woman is smiling." Han Fei had only been in the hotel for a short time, and there were still many rooms he hadn't checked. It was definitely too late to check them now, so he thought of Yan Tang.

Although this player has very low luck, he possesses an extremely rare B-grade talent and an initial mental ability of nine points, so he might discover some clues.

"The woman who's laughing..." Yan Tang stared for a moment, then suddenly widened her eyes: "I've seen her before!"

Where did you meet?

"The hotel staff lounge! Whether it's the staff's rooms or the boss's private room, they're all covered in her artistic photos!" Yan Tang recalled some things: "When I first entered the hotel last night, I went straight to the surveillance room, and I didn't expect that there would be this woman's photo hanging in the security guard's sleeping area. I felt something was very wrong at that time! Also, there's something else! We saw many killers in the hotel last night. Some of them were hotel cleaners, some were hotel security guards, and some were front desk staff. Everyone looked different, but their voices were all the same woman's voice!"

Yan Tang pointed to the photo above her head, then pulled Liuli Cat to her side: "Brother Fu, Liuli Cat knows something about that woman."

The timid glass cat clutched her arm, her face pale, utterly terrified and weak: "The woman in the photo is a singer. She's not famous, but her voice is incredibly beautiful, and she's exceptionally talented. She was spotted by a company when she was very young. The company appreciated her voice and talent, but thought her looks were just average, so they had her write songs specifically for another female singer."

"Of course, the woman was unwilling to accept this situation and was determined to release her own songs, but none of them became hits. In fact, the company was behind it all; they didn't promote them at all and just wanted to squeeze her out of the lowest possible price."

“The singer was very young at the time. She later posted her singing videos online, but a lot of online trolls attacked her appearance and made up all sorts of rumors about her family.”

"After that, she disappeared without a trace. No one knows where she went. The songs she left behind only became popular many years later, but no one has been able to find that singer since." Liuli Cat told Han Fei everything she knew, which surprised him.

"What's that female singer's name? How do you know all this?" Han Fei stared at the glass cat, seemingly trying to see through its heart.

"She's not a professional singer, and nobody knows her real name. Everyone only knows her online name as Liuli. Her voice is incredibly beautiful, like it's been kissed by an angel. But her songs are more and more despairing, like a lost bird looking at the wilderness and plucking out its own feathers one by one." Liuli Cat put her hands on her chest: "I also studied music, and some of my experiences are similar to hers. Although she's not very famous, she's the best singer in my heart."

"Why would a singer be here? Why would he hate the hotel owner so much?" Yan Tang racked his brains trying to figure out the connection. As a player from the shallow world, he might not be used to the way of thinking in the underworld.

While he frowned in thought, Han Fei already had an answer: "Aunt Li just said that the hotel only accepts guests from that plastic surgery hospital. The female singer must have come here for plastic surgery. In these photos, she is becoming more and more beautiful, but her smiles are becoming more and more sad and painful. It seems that she has lost something while becoming more beautiful. Judging from her constant torment of the hotel owner, it must have been the hotel's first owner who killed her, and in the most cruel way."

Han Fei grabbed Yan Tang: "You just said that there are photos of women hanging in the hotel owner's private room?"

“Yes.” Yan Tang’s eyes also brightened. He felt that he needed to learn from Han Fei’s perspective on problems.

"Take me there right now!" Han Fei grabbed Yan Tang Tie Nan and started running towards the outside of the hall.

Xu Qin, who was hesitating whether to kill the hotel owner, saw Han Fei leave, grabbed the spirit altar and threw it over.

After receiving the spirit altar, Han Fei and Yan Tang went up to the ninth floor together.

Although the ninth floor is also full of guest rooms, tourists are not allowed to enter, and the electronic locks on the doors are different from those on the lower floors.

"right here!"

Han Fei kicked open the door to the innermost room on the ninth floor. He felt a chill emanating from the ring, drew his sword, and slowly walked into the room.

The hotel owner transformed the ninth floor into special guest rooms. From the outside, they look no different from ordinary guest rooms, but in reality, there are hidden doors inside.

All the rooms on the ninth floor are interconnected, and there are also many hidden compartments containing torture tools.

"Based on my speculation, the hotel owner would probably lure his prey to the ninth floor and then take the opportunity to kill the victim."

Yan Tang led Han Fei into the master bedroom, where a photo of Liu Li hung on the huge single bed. In the photo, she still wore a sad smile.

Standing on the bedside table, Han Fei was about to take the photo down when Yan Tang suddenly stopped him.

“Last time we tried to retrieve the photos, but every time we touched them, they attracted all sorts of things.”

"It's alright." Han Fei used both hands to take the photo off. The photo looked very light, but it was actually as heavy as an adult.

The back of the photo was covered with sticky blood streaks and black hair, and another photo was pasted behind the normal photo frame.

The next photo, stained with blood, shows an ordinary-looking woman who is blindfolded and tied to a chair, seemingly singing.

In front of her was an operating table, where a man was creating what he called a "work of art" with his back to her.

Blood splattered on the woman's face. She was terrified, but she still seemed too afraid to stop singing.

"This should be the truth."

"Oh!"

The woman's photo frame fell to the ground. When Han Fei went to pick it up, he discovered that blood was seeping out from under the bed.

He lifted the entire bed board and saw that someone had left lines of shocking words in blood under the bed.

"On November 9th, the hospital told me I wasn't qualified, but the hotel owner felt my talent shouldn't be wasted. I thought I'd met a benefactor and was very happy, so I decided to wait another night at the hotel as he asked. He assured me he would persuade the doctor at the hospital."

"On November 10th, around 1 a.m., the phone in my room suddenly rang, asking if I needed room service. I hung up politely, but they called back shortly after. I was a little angry and said a few words to them. I thought they would stop there, but who knew they would call back so soon."

"I was so annoyed that I unplugged the phone line. I played on my phone for a while and then fell asleep again."

"I don't know how much time had passed, but I felt something around me. I suddenly opened my eyes and found that all the lights in my room had been turned off!"

“I clearly remember that I had it on when I went to sleep. I was terrified and reached for my phone, but then I suddenly heard a man’s voice in my ear.”

Do you need room service?

Han Fei hadn't finished reading when the phone in the guest room suddenly rang, startling both him and Yan Tang.

"Brother Fu, should we accept it?" Yan Tang was still young, and this aloof and cold student was so well-behaved in front of Han Fei that it was almost unbelievable.

"Why didn't you answer?" Han Fei picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

A creaking sound came from the phone, and after a short while, a woman seemed to whisper in Han Fei's ear, "Would you like room service?"

Han Fei drew his sword and slashed to his left, as if he had anticipated that his opponent would attack him.

A black lifeline was severed, but this seemed to stir up a hornet's nest, and the entire room began to change.

A woman's maniacal laughter came from the microphone. In almost every place—on the television, in the mirror, in the photos, and in the windows—a woman was slowly revealing half of her face, which was covered in blood and tears.

She kept repeating the question of whether she needed room service, her contorted body slowly drawing closer.

This scene terrified Yan Tang to the point of collapse; even the most composed person would lose their composure upon witnessing such a sight.
"Don't be afraid, she's surrounded by us." Han Fei reached out and pressed Yan Tang's shoulder, pulling him behind him.

"Brother, are you crazy?" Yan Tang gripped Han Fei's sleeve tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably. He could no longer remain calm.

“You are exceptionally talented and have a high initial intelligence, but you are too self-centered in your perspective. From now on, follow me, and I will change your life.” Han Fei opened the spirit altar in his hand, and the shadows in the entire room seemed to come alive, with ghostly figures emerging from it.

Han Fei blocked Yan Tang's view and turned his head to continue looking at the blood-red characters on the back of the bed board.

"On November 11th, last night the hotel owner took me to the art exhibition on the tenth floor in the middle of the night and told me how much he loved art. He called his works a human body feast. That madman used to be a doctor at a plastic surgery hospital. He used the human body as material for sculpture and slowly became addicted. He needed to create more wild and free works."

“Standardized beauty is no longer what he’s looking for, but he can’t just operate on customers’ faces, so he’s set his sights on other people.”

"The tenth and eleventh floors are art exhibitions, displaying his paintings during the day and his sculptures at night."

“That devil was right about one thing: he really valued my talent and didn’t want it to be buried. So he wanted to turn me into his music box and make me a part of his art.”

"On December 30th, I possessed the most beautiful voice in the world and the most beautiful face in the world, but apart from those, I lost everything."

“Every night that devil would create music to my desperate songs. I was forced to watch him do those crazy things, and I knew that I had become a monster myself.”

"I no longer have human emotions in my heart, and I suddenly can no longer sing those songs that I used to love so much."

"The throat that was once kissed by angels is now locked by the devil."

"Despair turned into numbness, and I bit off my tongue, like a bird that crashed to its death in a cage."

Han Fei had already read the blood-written words on the bed board, and all the phantoms in the hotel room had been killed by the neighbors. When Yan Tang came to her senses, only a mess remained in the room.

As the last phantom image was shattered, the woman's photograph and frame broke into several pieces, from which bright red blood flowed, and a faint singing voice could be heard.

"Let's go destroy all her picture frames!" Han Fei was always reasonable, but he was afraid that the other party would be unreasonable, so he wanted to weaken the other party's strength as much as possible.

"This massive grudge is really hard to deal with."

Holding the altar, Han Fei, led by Yan Tang, pierced all the photo frames placed in the staff break room and workroom with the Rebirth Knife.

Blood would flow from each photo frame, and the woman's expression within the frame would return to normal; she would no longer show that sad and painful smile.

The large vengeful spirit initially didn't take Yan Tang and the others seriously, giving them the opportunity to run around. Fortunately, Yan Tang was observant, which allowed Han Fei to destroy all the picture frames in the shortest amount of time.

As the woman's last picture frame was destroyed, her shrill laughter echoed from the rooftop.

If you listen carefully, you can also faintly hear singing in the laughter.

"Go back to the tenth floor!"

Sprinting towards the tenth floor, Han Fei wielded the Rebirth Blade, clearing a path for him; ordinary regrets could not stop him at all.

Kicking open the door, in the tenth-floor art gallery, numerous ropes of death hung from photographs, connecting with the corpses in the freezer and surrounding Xu Qin.

"Photos! Destroy those photos at the top!" Han Fei shouted. The neighbors in the spirit altar acted simultaneously, and the woman, who was already weakened, could hardly resist.

One by one, the photos were pierced. Just as Han Fei was about to shatter the last photo, all the remaining life ropes on the roof wrapped around the photo and crashed into the glass cat.

The glass cat, who can only sing and dance, has almost no fighting ability. She never expected that her first meeting with her idol would be in this way.

The black lifeline was like a hook that would pierce a person's soul and memories if touched. The woman had gone completely mad. Her delicate face in the photo was torn apart, and her mouth, which had once sung such beautiful songs, was now open with only countless blood vessels.

"I've always wanted to see you..."

It was too late to dodge, and the glass cat seemed to have no intention of dodging at all. She put her hands together and hummed a special melody.

There are no lyrics, but the melody seems to leap directly into people's hearts, incredibly moving, yet incredibly sorrowful.

"The despair you experienced is being replayed in my life. I can't take it anymore." Tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the glass cat's skin. She seemed indifferent to life and death, only wanting to finish humming that song. It seemed to be her last wish.

Upon hearing the familiar melody, a hint of pain appeared in the woman's eyes in the photo. She struggled for a moment, but ultimately did not stop.

The photo, entangled in a lifeline, crashed into the glass cat, but suddenly, eyes opened on the glass cat's coat.

A little girl, clutching a fish tank, gazes silently at the woman in the photograph, her empty eyes seemingly drawn from the depths of an abyss.

The crying gradually drowned out all other sounds, and a bright knife shredded the photo and the life rope from behind.

On the small stage sat a woman without a tongue, her hands and feet chained to a chair, with a golden music box placed in front of her.

Inside that music box, which resembled a golden birdcage, lay half a tongue filled with endless resentment and curses.

"Attention Player No. 0000! You have successfully completed the F-level mission - Special Room Service! Skill points increased by 3! You have gained the F-level skill - Art Appreciation."

The biting chill dissipated as the photos were scattered.

As if an invisible veil in the air had been torn apart, the oppressive feeling slowly disappeared, and Han Fei and the others broke free from the ghost wall.

The art exhibition hall on the tenth floor has also changed; the freezers that filled the hall have been replaced by paintings. The only thing that remains unchanged is the stage in the center of the hall.

"Art Appreciation (Rank F): You have special requirements for artworks and a unique aesthetic sense. You can easily spot flaws in artworks. This ability can be used five times each night."

Upon hearing about the system upgrade, Han Fei initially paid no attention, as he had no interest in life skills such as art appreciation. However, when he looked at Yan Tang beside him, the system prompted him to use the art appreciation ability.

After confirming the use of this ability, Han Fei actually saw the weakest point in Yan Tang's defenses; he saw a "flaw" on a living person!
"Does this art appreciation treat people and ghosts as works of art?" Han Fei tried it on the crying object again, and sure enough, it was right. This art appreciation ability could help him find the enemy's weaknesses, allowing him to concentrate all his efforts on attacking the opponent's weaknesses.

"Human body art is indeed art."

Han Fei used it on the woman on the stage again. This time, he saw a blood-red life rope hidden behind the woman, as well as half of the tongue placed in the music box.

After exchanging a glance with Xu Qin, Han Fei and a group of neighbors gathered around.

Breaking through the ghost wall has already depleted a large amount of the opponent's yin energy, making now the best time to take action.

Just as Han Fei drew his Rebirth Blade and was about to step forward, a familiar melody suddenly rang out in the deathly silent art gallery on the tenth floor.

The song that the glass cat had just hummed started playing again, but this time the song came from the music box.

Han Fei and his neighbors thought the woman was going to resist, but to their surprise, the woman slowly opened her eyes and looked at the glass cat.

She shook the chains binding her, and her body began to move little by little. She wanted to stand up, but her rotting body was trapped in the chair, and her soul was pierced by the life rope behind her.

The woman is the core of the entire building; her resentment envelops the building, allowing her to control everything within it. Yet, she is also forever trapped in the very place she most wants to escape.

(End of this chapter)