My Healing Games

Chapter 51 She was already considered a fairly normal neighbor.

Han Fei dared to enter room 1052 after careful consideration.

He has now stayed for three hours, completed the hidden quest, and can exit the game at any time.

In addition, Meng Shi once said that the tenant of room 1052 had never harmed anyone and had even saved Chenchen, who had accidentally run upstairs.

Although the other person had a morbid and terrifying expression, kept a strange pet, and even chopped off the head of a faceless ghost, Han Fei still thought that the other person was a good candidate for a neighbor.

The reason is simple: this woman just killed the ghost that wanted to harm him, thus saving his life.

Looking at the woman's blood-red back, the sharp knife, the head, and the bright red lips, these were all the impressions the woman left on Han Fei.

Opening the door covered with the word "death," a strange fragrance wafted out of the room.

Rooms 1052 and 1051 are connected, but the smells emanating from them are completely opposite.

The dim light illuminated the woman's pale face, and her bright red coat seemed somewhat glaring. After Han Fei entered the room, the woman casually closed the door.

Hearing the door close, Han Fei's heart began to race.

He looked around; the room was even more eerie than he had imagined.

A huge dining table was placed in the center of the living room, with exquisite plates on it, each plate filled with fragrant "delicacies".

If it were only that, Han Fei wouldn't be afraid. The problem is that none of those fragrant "delicacies" are things that a normal person would eat.

"A doll? A photograph? Hair?"

The "food" on the plate was bizarre and strange. Just looking at it made Han Fei feel extremely uncomfortable. He instinctively wanted to back away, but his body touched something icy cold.

When he turned around, a pale arm rested on his shoulder, and cold fingers gently stroked his neck.

"What do you like to eat?" A woman's voice rang in Han Fei's ears. Her words seemed to contain a fragrance, a fragrance that made people feel scared.

"I don't know what I like to eat. My family is quite poor, and I'm grateful if there's anything to eat." Han Fei didn't dare to answer casually. He was afraid that the other person might do something crazy, such as saying that he liked to eat meat, but the other person would just use whatever was available.

"Children who aren't picky eaters are the easiest to raise." The woman's cold fingers moved away from Han Fei's neck. No one knew what the deeper meaning of her words was. After saying that, she carried the faceless ghost's head into the kitchen.

"Easy to raise?" After the woman entered the kitchen, Han Fei's gaze fell on the sharp knife on the dining table.

The woman seemed to have many of those blood-stained sharp knives, each different in length and style, and seemingly for different purposes.

"She used this knife to stab the faceless ghost's head..." Han Fei had no means of self-defense, so he unconsciously moved closer to the dining table and touched the knife on it.

A warm sensation traveled from his fingertips into his body, followed by a piercing scream that startled Han Fei, causing him to quickly withdraw his hand.

At the same time, the system's voice also echoed in his mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered a G-grade blood-red item - Bloodstained Dinner Knife."

"The Bloodstained Knife: A cursed knife, extremely sharp, which, if used for a long time, will cause an uncontrollable urge to cut people and things around you."

This was the first time Han Fei had ever seen such cursed items. They seemed to be able to harm ghosts, but the price to pay was that the user would also be cursed.

Thinking of what the tenant of room 1052 looked like, Han Fei thought it was better not to touch other people's things.

As Han Fei was lost in thought, a rich aroma wafted from the kitchen. He unconsciously swallowed and turned to look into the kitchen.

The kitchen door was half open, and Han Fei could vaguely see the bright red figure.

He followed the aroma in the air to the kitchen.

Han Fei's fingers landed on the doorknob, and just as he was about to push open the kitchen door, the bedroom door opened by itself.

A woman carrying a black stew pot in both hands appeared at the kitchen doorway. She looked at Han Fei with a smile, and fresh bloodstains could still be seen on her fingers.

An enticing aroma wafted from the pot, but the faceless man's head was nowhere to be seen.

“I have a special need for food; I’m always searching for the most exquisite flavors.” The woman carried the black pot forward, her steps so fast that Han Fei had to retreat repeatedly. “You must be hungry too, right?”

She scooped two spoonfuls of meat broth from the black pot, then dumped the rest of the contents into the trash can.

Han Fei didn't see the faceless ghost's head in the pot, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" The woman heard Han Fei gasp for breath. She casually placed the pot of stew on the table and turned to look at Han Fei.

"Isn't this too wasteful?" Han Fei looked regretful. "The meat you made smells so good. It's such a waste to throw it away."

No one dislikes being praised, and the woman's smile widened even more after Han Fei complimented her cooking: "The meat is just a side dish; I want the soup. Besides, these side dishes won't go to waste; I'll feed them to my pet."

"Hello, room 1051?"

“That’s right, it loves to eat my leftovers.” After the woman finished speaking, she went back into the kitchen. When she opened the door, Han Fei saw some strange “things” hanging in the kitchen.

Han Fei didn't know what those things were; it felt like a butcher hanging freshly slaughtered meat in a butcher shop.

In just a few minutes, the woman prepared several dishes, which she then arranged on exquisite plates. She then invited Han Fei to sit at the large dining table.

“I’ve lived here for a long time, and you’re the third person to visit my home.” The woman lifted the lid of the plate, and the aroma filled the room.

Han Fei's appetite was whetted, but when he saw the food on the plate, he lost all desire to eat.

In front of Han Fei was a plate of animal offal, still streaked with blood, which was already the most normal dish on the table.

Besides animal organs, there were also some plants that Han Fei had never seen before, as well as all sorts of strange and unusual meats.

"Why aren't you eating?" The woman picked up a napkin from the table and gently wiped her lips.

Her movements were very elegant, but instead of being wiped off, the lipstick on her lips became even more vivid, as if it were blood rather than lipstick.

"You haven't been eating because my cooking isn't good? Or are you worried that my dishes are made from human flesh?" The woman smiled happily, extending her right hand and gently placing it beside her cheek.

"Don't worry, I've never hurt anyone, and I'm not interested in human flesh." The woman looked at Han Fei's face, her scarlet eyes gradually becoming unfocused. She couldn't help but bite her right little finger: "I pursue the ultimate deliciousness, but human flesh doesn't taste good."

(End of this chapter)