My Healing Games

Chapter 521 Initial Brainpower Increased by 1 (6000 votes requested)
Memories flooded Han Fei's mind amidst the maniacal laughter: the child holding the dagger, covered in blood, looking behind him with a smile on his face.

There was no body in the scene he remembered, but as the boy turned around, everything was stained red.

The blood-red restaurant and the boy's bright, sunny smile created a stark contrast.

The boy's laughter is not discernible from the fragments of his memory; he seems to have lost all human emotions and can only display that warm, healing smile.

The restaurant's nightlights came back on, their dim light dispelling the darkness.

The old wolf and the two pools of blood on the ground had all disappeared, and the skinny monkey and the chubby boy seemed to have never been there at all.

Everything seemed to be returning to normal, except for Han Fei, who was lying on the ground clutching his head. He pressed his hands tightly against his head, as if his head would split in two if he didn't.

The excruciating pain stimulated every nerve, and the bloodstains flowing from the blood-red orphanage stained a large part of Han Fei's memories.

"The fear of all the children in the white orphanage turned into wolves, and I was the wolf in the blood-red orphanage. One devoured countless children, and the other seemed to devour all emotions and personality?"

A young child stands alone at one end of the restaurant, covered in blood, then turns around holding a sharp knife.

Han Fei never expected that he would have such an experience: "The games played in this orphanage seem to be ones I used to play. Playing these games again might remind me of more things."

Reason and hysterical laughter were locked in a constant struggle, and Han Fei tried his best to suppress the version of himself that was in the Crimson Orphanage.

Just as his mind was about to turn into a sea of ​​blood, chains of memories appeared around the Crimson Orphanage, representing the child from Han Fei's childhood and the dual souls of good and evil.

Each of them held a chain in their hand, seemingly trying to prevent the image of the blood-red orphanage from "surfacing" in their minds.

"All the memories of childhood, a kind soul, pure evil—everything is hindering the Crimson Orphanage. What does the laughter within the Crimson Orphanage truly represent?"

In other places, good and evil are like fire and water, but in Han Fei's mind, kindness and malice are like brothers.

The trembling, blood-red orphanage finally returned to normal, and more and more fragmented memories appeared in Han Fei's mind, all of them related to the Old Wolf Game.

As the pain gradually subsided, Han Fei sat on the ground, his mouth and eyes appearing to be torn open, with blood seeping out.

Opening his inventory, Han Fei took out the pig's heart that Xu Qin had made and took a big bite.

Eating is the best way for midnight butchers to relieve stress.

As his health slowly recovered, Han Fei got up from the ground and received another notification from the system.

"Attention Player 0000! You have successfully played the second game with the children! You have received the mission reward - Clue Two."

Clue Two: The child you are looking for is the bad child in everyone's eyes.

The second clue is already quite specific; most orphans don't meet the requirements.

"The bad kid in everyone's eyes? This guy who played the wolf game with me is the worst kid. Everyone must think he's a jerk in private, but they dare not say anything. However, the little boy next to me seems to be isolated by everyone. Nobody wants to play with him. They think he's a bad kid who doesn't listen to the caregiver's orders."

If it weren't for the uncertainty, Han Fei probably would have gotten up and stabbed the oldest boy.

At this moment, the boy had already run back, punching the girl with the broken leg again and again.

Just now, when the situation was extremely critical, the girl suddenly spoke up, wanting to kill both Han Fei and the boy.

Every child in this orphanage must be taken seriously. We must not be careless just because they are children, otherwise they will not even know how they died.

Picking up the chains from the ground, Han Fei pressed down on the boy's head, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Stop."

The more games Han Fei played in the orphanage, the better. He planned to try as many games as possible before his hatred took hold, as he wanted to figure out his past.

Previously, he was unable to bear the consequences of regaining his bloody memories, but now he has the right to get closer to the truth.

"Who won just now?"

Han Fei spoke coldly, and the boy looked up at him, a hint of malice hidden in his eyes: "Whoever touches the old wolf first wins, but neither of us touched the old wolf just now, so it's a draw."

After the boy finished speaking, he seemed afraid that Han Fei would use violence, and he shrank back.

"Okay, let's play the third game then."

As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, his hand was grabbed by the little boy, who advised Han Fei, "Stop playing, let's go."

The oldest boy didn't expect Han Fei to be so easy to talk to. When Han Fei agreed, he immediately perked up: "Best two out of three. If you can win the next game, I will definitely listen to you from now on. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

This little beast is full of evil intentions. In his eyes, people are no different from other animals, and he is extremely selfish. He felt no guilt after killing the skinny monkey and the fat boy, but when he was tricked by the girl, he immediately turned around and prepared to beat her to death.

In his eyes, other people's lives are like objects that can be discarded at any time.

Han Fei memorized the behavior and mannerisms of these orphans. He felt that none of these children were good; they seemed to have been corrupted, turning into poisonous apples that appeared normal on the outside but were already rotten inside.

"The next game is also one we often play, in that room further inside." The boy carefully concealed the malice and hatred in his eyes. Although they were both children from the orphanage, the boy's demeanor was completely different from Han Fei's when he was a child.

In the fragments of Han Fei's memory, although he was carrying a sharp knife, covered in blood, and his every step turned red, he always had a warm smile on his face and his eyes always seemed to have a light in them. Those things never changed because of the surrounding environment.

Through this simple comparison, Han Fei also discovered his own difference: "Back then, it seemed that I had lost all other emotions except for smiling, but now it's the exact opposite."

The boy grabbed the girl from the ground and forcibly dragged her along, walking towards the end of the restaurant.

Pushing open the restaurant door, you're greeted by a pitch-black corridor with no windows on either side, resembling a mine buried deep underground, a place that feels suffocating just to enter.

A soft light illuminated the yellowish walls, and the night light in the middle of the corridor was the only source of light here.

The oldest boy covered the girl's mouth, and he slowed down, moving quietly and not daring to make a sound.

The orphanage was much larger inside than it appeared from the outside. The black doors were tightly closed, and there were no signs on the walls. Han Fei had no idea what was hidden behind the doors.

"right here."

The oldest boy, dragging the girl with the broken leg, stopped at the end of the corridor and pointed to the door in front of them.

"The third game is called Cardboard House. We don't have many toys here, so everyone collects cardboard boxes used to transport fruits and vegetables, and then uses those broken boxes to build houses and castles."

"Shall we have a competition to see who builds the most beautiful castle?" Han Fei possessed the ability to appreciate art, satisfying both the aesthetics of the underworld and the mortal realm.

"No, we'll hide in those houses made of cardboard boxes. You can't damage the boxes in any way; you can only look at them. You have five minutes and three chances to touch the boxes. If you don't choose the box we're hiding in, we win." The boy seemed very confident.

"Is it similar to hide-and-seek?" Han Fei nodded: "Yes."

"Wait outside for a minute." With a forceful push, the boy opened the door and dragged the girl inside.

The door closed, and Han Fei pressed his ear to the door to listen. After the two children entered the room, their footsteps disappeared, and no other sound came out, which was very eerie.

As Han Fei silently counted down the time, he noticed that the lights in the corridor were starting to dim, and something seemed to be approaching in the darkness.

"Play the game first, then think about other things."

Han Fei knew the saying that curiosity killed the cat, so he didn't linger in the corridor. After counting to one minute, he took the little boy and went inside.

A faint stench lingered in the air, but the scene before him didn't trigger Maniac Laughter, which relieved Han Fei slightly.

"This room is so strange."

The small room was filled with tiny houses made of cardboard boxes, and most of the rooms looked like tombs. It has to be said that these children's works are very down-to-earth.

"They're hiding in here?"

The cardboard boxes weren't laid flat on the ground; most of them were stacked together, layer upon layer, in a very messy pile.

"Looks like you guys play this kind of game quite often." Han Fei glanced at the little boy next to him, whose gaze towards the cardboard houses held a hint of envy.

"They're the only ones who can play. Every time, they take all the cardboard boxes and then go to create or destroy. I can only watch them and can't participate."

"Why didn't they include you in their activities?" Han Fei asked the question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"They always say I'm a bad kid, that I run around everywhere, and that I don't listen to the caregivers and teachers. It's like if I play with them, they'll punish me," the little boy said, sounding very aggrieved.

"Do you hate that caregiver? If you had the chance to make him disappear forever, would you choose to make him disappear?"

"You mean kill him?" It's hard to imagine that a child would so casually utter the word "kill."

"That's understandable."

"I won't make him disappear. He just hates me. There are many people in the world who hate me, and I can't make them all disappear." The boy was thinking about this very seriously.

"But what if they want you to disappear? Would you fight back?" Han Fei's question was too heavy for a child.

After thinking for a long time, the little boy shook his head: "If they want to kill me, I'll hide somewhere they can't find me. If they can't see me, it's the same as me disappearing. Yes, that's what I'll do!"

The little boy's seemingly unintentional answer made Han Fei's pupils twitch slightly.

In reality, it seems that the little white sneaker initially hid in a place where no one could find him. People didn't find him, and in the end, they only found his body.

Looking back at the photos provided by Liuli Cat, there's a picture of a child wearing white shoes who also loves to run around.

All these signs suggest that there is some connection between the little boy and the white shoes.

While Han Fei was still pondering, the little boy suddenly pointed to the northeast corner of the room and excitedly shouted, "Mommy!"

Looking in that direction, Han Fei saw the woman doll being thrown onto several cardboard boxes.

"They said not to touch or damage the boxes, but they didn't say not to touch the dolls." Han Fei approached the northeast corner of the room and walked in. He then discovered that the room was filled with boxes that had been folded again, one after another, like a series of grave mounds. It looked quite frightening in the dark room.

"We can't go any further." The puppet was too far away from them; if they continued to walk forward, they would definitely run into all those boxes on the ground.

As Han Fei stared at the doll, wondering how to take it off and return it to the little boy, he suddenly noticed that the doll's fingers were dangling from its belly, and the hand seemed to be pointing in a certain direction.

Following the doll's hand, a strand of black hair peeked out from the gap in the cardboard box it was pointing to.

"Is this doll reminding me?"

Just as Han Fei was about to choose that box, his gaze fell upon something else.

A small piece of a girl's clothes remained on the edge of the box next to the first box, as if she had forgotten to stuff all her clothes into the box in her haste to hide. Looking further away, half of a limp, outstretched hand could be seen in a gap between the boxes a meter away, and blood was seeping out from under the boxes further away.

“These boxes are far apart, and the hair, hands, and clothes are not together.”

"The fingers are slender and fair, belonging to that little girl, as are the clothes and long hair. There are two possibilities now."

“There are still things inside the first paper house; there are more than just a few of us inside.”

"Secondly, the girls have been divided into different parts and hidden in different paper houses. If they divide the two into four parts, I, who only have three chances to choose, will definitely not be able to find them all."

Han Fei knew that the little beast was capable of tricks, but he didn't expect him to do this.

"Probably not." The little boy knew a lot, but even so, he was still startled when he heard Han Fei's words. Even in the underworld orphanage, they rarely played like this.

“It’s possible that I’m overthinking it.” Han Fei nodded slightly. “After the boy and girl entered the room, they only had one minute. It would be difficult to separate and hide within one minute. Also, I didn’t hear any screams outside.”

“If the two children are alright, then it means there are other things hidden inside these paper houses.” Han Fei asked the little boy, “When you watched them play with the paper houses, did you notice anything strange?”

"Everyone loves playing with cardboard houses, but the caregiver said that after each person builds their own house, they can't just go in. They have to knock on the door first, and if no one answers, they can push the door open and go in themselves."

What kind of habit is this?

Han Fei frowned as he looked at the rooms. On the surface, he was playing a game, but in reality, he was testing another version of himself deep within his mind.

He may have played this game before; if he has, it should trigger his past memories.

Although recalling the past was incredibly painful, Han Fei still wanted to do everything possible to find his lost self.

"Did I not like making paper houses before?"

The perverted boy gave Han Fei a three-minute time limit. With only one minute left, Han Fei decided to give it a try.

He slowly moved forward and lifted the box that the doll was pointing to.

There was a lock of hair and a piece of clothing underneath the box; the two children weren't hiding there.

"Shouldn't you knock on the door first and ask if anyone is inside?" the little boy whispered to Han Fei, but it was already a bit too late.

The room became noticeably darker than before, and more and more things began to appear from the gaps between the paper houses.

There were patterns on the clothes, more and more bloodstains, and a fleeting glimpse of an eyeball.

"There are two more chances." Han Fei threw the paper house aside, hugged the altar, and jumped onto the open ground.

Han Fei was now very close to the doll. He reached out and grabbed the doll, then stood still and looked around.

He is now in the center of the room, where he can see many boxes that were previously hidden behind it.

His gaze moved slowly. He had inherited fragments of the Mirror God's personality, and his left eye still retained a portion of the ability to see the truth, but even so, he found nothing.

Time ticked by, and just as the session was about to end, Han Fei's gaze was drawn to a red paper house at the far end of the room.

For no apparent reason, once he saw the paper house, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

That small, dusty red house held a special attraction for him, as if he had folded the red paper house himself!
The chains of memory rattled, and the little red house in Han Fei's eyes seemed to be slowly changing. When a sharp pain shot through his mind, he saw another unfamiliar memory.

Still a child, he huddled in a white paper house, his body trembling, but he dared not make any sudden movements.

The inner walls of the paper house are painted with all sorts of windows, but those windows can't be opened at all, and the child can't see what's happening outside.

Hiding in that extreme oppression, time seemed to slow down. The child's face was buried in his knees; he dared not look up, his body trembling with fear.

He seemed to have reached his limit and couldn't hold on any longer.

A red blood flower bloomed on the cardboard house, the vivid red seeping from the outside of the cardboard into the inside.

It seemed as if a blood rain was falling outside, with more and more red blossoms blooming on the cardboard house like flowers, and the long, narrow streaks of blood flowing out resembled the petals of the spider lily.

Blood-red spider lilies bloomed on the white house until the white house was completely dyed red by the withered and fallen petals.

The boy's body trembled more and more violently, and as the white house turned completely red, the boy slowly lifted his face, which was buried in his knees.

The warm, healing smile on his face finally began to twist, his lips turned up, and the smile gradually turned into a hysterical, maniacal laugh!

The boy walked out of the red house, and outside was a blood-red night!
The maniacal laughter deep in his mind was just like in his memory. He sat on the steps at the entrance of the orphanage, hugging his knees, and looked up at the same time as his childhood self.

Hysterical laughter echoed from memory and reverberated in reality.

Han Fei felt that excruciating pain again, his expression was contorted, and at this moment he no longer cared about the game, he rushed straight to the red house in the corner of the room.

He pushed aside all the cardboard boxes blocking his way and ran to the paper house. But when his hand touched the red paper house, the originally blood-red house began to fade.

The system seemed to be giving him some hints, but he couldn't concentrate on listening at all. The feeling of his mind being torn apart was getting stronger and stronger. His body was knocking over one paper house after another, and he was in so much pain that he was biting his teeth until they bled.

Even under these circumstances, he still held the altar tightly in his arms.

He is different now than before; he has something he needs to hold onto tightly.

As long as he retains a shred of reason, he will not let go.

Han Fei displayed a toughness towards the altar in his hand that he himself was unaware of.

After being tormented by the maniacal laughter for a long time, the newly added fragment of memory finally merged into his own mind.

Compared to the previous game, the memories involved in the Paper House game are more important to Han Fei because that bloody night appears in this memory.

If he continued searching, Han Fei felt he might recall what happened on the blood-red night.

"The words 'Bloody Night' are taboo for Immortal Pharmaceuticals. The fact that such a behemoth keeps silent about it shows how special that night was."

Slowly regaining his senses, Han Fei got up from the ground. By this time, most of the paper houses in the room had been destroyed, and the oldest boy crawled out from his hiding place with a sinister smile on his face.

Han Fei ignored the boy; he vaguely remembered that the system had given him some kind of notification earlier.

Han Fei was stunned when he opened the attribute panel and inventory.

"Attention Player 0000! Your initial brainpower has increased by one!"

"Attention player number 0000! You have obtained the White Orphanage special item - the White House."

"White House (Special Quest Item): He might know why the White House turned into the Red House."

After recovering two sets of memories, Han Fei discovered that his initial mental capacity had actually increased by one point, reaching nine points.

"Can reminiscing about the past enhance brainpower?"

Clutching his still throbbing head, Han Fei was somewhat uncertain: "Was I a very smart person before?"

"You lost! It's time to accept your punishment!" The boy kicked aside the box next to him and walked up to Han Fei.

"Punishment?" Han Fei shook his head: "Didn't we agree on best two out of three? Even if you win this round, it will only be a tie for us."

"You want to play a fourth round?" The boy had never met an adult as difficult as Han Fei: "Okay, no problem."

"You've already suggested three games, so I'll choose the next one." Han Fei stared at the boy, his hand touching the Rebirth Blade. "The new game is simple: it's called 'Close Your Eyes When It Gets Dark.'"

(End of this chapter)