My Healing Games

Chapter 547 Anyone willing to take Shen Luo out is a good brother.
Upon hearing the roar of the chainsaw, Han Fei immediately began to struggle. He only breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that the chains wrapped around his arms could be untied immediately.

"Team leader, don't move, I won't hurt you." Li Guo'er's voice came from beside my ear, her tone was cold, as if she had a piece of ice in her mouth: "I really want it to stay like this forever."

Han Fei activated his master-level acting skills in his mind. His body trembled slightly, like a little boy who had been thrown into a nightmare. Veins bulged on the back of his hands, and his forehead was almost instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The chains tightened and rattled as the chainsaw slowly approached. Three women picked up various weapons and instruments of torture from the ground and arranged them around the dining table, as if they were choosing tableware for a dinner party.

Looking at the three women who seemed to be fully immersed in their roles, Wu Shan's heart began to race: "Are they really this daring?"

He turned his head slightly, but was also very curious about what would happen next. His Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, and stared at the dining table out of the corner of his eye.

A slender arm reached out to Han Fei, and her pale fingers, like cold scalpels, landed on his shirt. They seemed to be measuring Han Fei's body, preparing to divide him fairly into ten parts according to his weight.

The cameraman was already in place, no one called "action," and everything seemed to happen naturally, without any trace of a script.

Han Fei struggled more and more violently, the blood-stained chains leaving red marks on his arms. His expression was distorted with fear, and his lips were pale and bloodless.

Looking at Han Fei, who was strapped to the dining table, Wu Shan was shocked: "His acting is so realistic. He even puts in so much effort when filming adult content in a game. There's definitely a reason why he's successful."

The chainsaw drew closer, its various cold blades and sharp points gently brushing against Han Fei's shirt, as if it were "caressing" him.

Wu Shan became increasingly suspicious, and a question arose in his mind: "Is it possible that they aren't acting?"

Wu Shan coughed and tapped the table a few times: "Um... you'd better not touch the knives on the floor. There was a tragedy here five years ago, and those should be the murder weapons."

"It's perfect!" The cameraman walked over, his face full of excitement. "I've never filmed so smoothly before. I can't see any trace of acting in you. It's as if you're being led by your emotions. Every move you make is full of that twisted and perverse love."

"How about we shoot a few more takes?" Love hadn't even reached Han Fei's side yet, and the shoot was already over. For the first time, she frowned, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.

“You probably won’t be able to recapture this feeling even if you film it again.” The cameraman excitedly showed the scene to Zhao Qian and Li Guo’er: “The spatial layout is very reasonable. Didn’t you want to film a scene of a scumbag being brutally murdered? I’ve given you plenty of space on both sides, and you can add other female victims directly. The scumbag lies in the middle, and ten women he hurt, each with a different way of dying. This isn’t a propaganda film, it’s art! How about we name it ‘The Last Supper: Pure Love Version’?”

"Good idea." Zhao Qian glanced at the footage: "When we get the final renderings, could you change our faces?"

"of course can."

“Add one more sentence—this is a true story, and out of respect for the deceased, all characters in the game use pseudonyms.” Zhao Qian pointed to the bottom of the screen.

"Why did he just die like that?" Han Fei sat up from the dining table. "I think the male protagonist might still have a chance to struggle a little."

“We’ll discuss the details when we get back to the company.” Zhao Qian waved her hand and sat down at the dining table. “This table can seat ten people, but it will be quite difficult to find ten female victims.”

Her gaze swept over Li Guo'er and Love, as if she were talking to herself: "Intern, promotional model, boss, female client, online friend, child's homeroom teacher, and newlywed wife, that's only seven in total."

Upon hearing Zhao Qian's words, Han Fei broke out in a cold sweat. His superior, who usually kept a low profile, actually knew everything about what Fu Yi had done.

He knew everything, and Zhao Qian knew everything, even about the female clients he didn't know.

"Has she wanted to kill Fu Yi all along?" Han Fei changed his clothes. Now that he had the reputation of being clear about his likes and dislikes, those who hated him would hate him even more. In order to prevent the hatred from getting out of control, he had to find a way to reduce everyone's hatred as soon as possible.

"Hey." Wu Shan quietly approached Han Fei and gave him a look: "You're doing pretty well. Could you share your experience with me later?"

Wu Shan could tell that these three women had extraordinary relationships with Han Fei, which was truly enviable.

"You've misunderstood me." Han Fei shook his head. He was too lazy to explain; saying more would only lead to tears.

“Everyone has their own unique talents and playstyle, I understand.” Wu Shan clearly misunderstood Han Fei’s meaning: “Brother, how did you get in here?”

"I don't understand it either. Anyway, this place is strange. It seems to be a hidden map, and we can't just quit the game." Han Fei said, somewhat troubled. "You seem to know this place very well?"

“The time flow in this hidden map is different from the outside, and it may involve the most core secrets of deep space technology.” Wu Shan lowered his voice: “My teammates and I entered here from a maze in an amusement park, and we have been here for a long time.”

"Teammates? Are there any others?"

“We have three teams of players, a total of eighteen people, who entered here in two batches. I have now made contact with ten of them.” Wu Shan smiled mysteriously: “I don’t know if you have heard of Rose. He is one of the earliest Black Box Hunters in the country, level nineteen, a top player. He is the one leading the team this time.”

"Level 19 is indeed quite impressive." Han Fei himself was also level 19: "You guys haven't been able to log out of the game for so long, aren't you scared?"

"Take a gamble, and you might make a fortune. For a professional gamer like me, who's getting older, I could be fired at any time. If I don't seize this opportunity, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time making a living in the future." Wu Shan is about the same age as Han Fei, but for a professional gamer, twenty-six or twenty-seven isn't young anymore. "If it weren't for changing my current situation, who would be willing to join the most dangerous exploration team? One wrong move and you're dead in the game. This 'Perfect Life' is really strange. It's marketed as a healing game, yet it has the harshest death penalty. Once a player dies in the game, everything is wiped out. It's too cruel."

"It is indeed very cruel." Wu Shan's words struck a chord with Han Fei.

"Hey, a big star like you would never understand. You're adored by thousands in real life, and you can also have multiple girlfriends in the game. You're truly envious of yourself."

"Brother, every family has its own troubles." Han Fei smiled politely. "Why don't you leave your contact information? We're all stuck here, so let's help each other out in the future."

“Okay.” Wu Shan took out a business card and handed it to Han Fei: “The game’s built-in communication function can’t be used here, so this is the only way. If you encounter any other players, you can also tell me, and we will try to take care of them.”

“Other players…” Han Fei immediately thought of someone. Shen Luo was still trapped in the company's storage room. It was a waste of talent for that Deep World darling with zero luck to be by his side. It would be better for him to be with other players: “I also have a friend who is trapped here. He has encountered some trouble. If you don’t mind, I will send him to find you first.”

"Of course I don't mind. Actually, I also have friends who didn't follow the rules here, robbing and stealing, and ended up being wanted and pursued. That's normal." Wu Shan was very magnanimous. He guessed that he would only understand what an "abnormal player" was after meeting Shen Luo.

"Thank you." This group of players had helped Han Fei resolve a major concern.

“We’ll meet at the Jinmao Hotel in the city center every three days to make sure we’re all safe. You can come too. Also, there’s something very important.” Wu Shan leaned close to Han Fei and said in a very low voice, “After you’re done filming, leave as soon as possible. Don’t go out after dark.”

"Why?" Han Fei looked surprised, not quite understanding.

“You might not believe it,” Wu Shan said, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention before continuing, “This hidden map is haunted. It’s different during the day and at night. I have a friend who was dragged away by a ghost.”

"What a joke! How could there be ghosts in a healing game?" Han Fei thought to himself, as if he had heard a joke.

“It’s true.” Wu Shan’s expression was serious. “Especially the amusement park and the plastic surgery hospital complex, you absolutely must not go near them at night. We don’t have a way to deal with the ghosts yet, but we suspect that the clues to leaving are hidden on those ghosts. Rose doesn’t want us to spread these things. You can ask Rose for more details when we have our gathering tomorrow at noon. He knows a lot of secrets.”

"The amusement park and plastic surgery clinic become extremely dangerous at night? Then why are you working as a police auxiliary here? Was it arranged by Rose?"

“We’re collecting all the strange tales and bizarre murders in this city, trying to find the connections between them, but we’re short-handed. If you’re willing to join us, I believe everyone will welcome you.” Wu Shan wanted to say a few more words to persuade Han Fei to join, but Li Guo’er came over.

"Team leader, there's nothing left here, shall we head back?" While Han Fei and Wu Shan were chatting, Li Guo'er was excitedly wandering around the hotel basement. This place seemed to fit a certain idea in Li Guo'er's mind.

"Okay." Considering that Shen Luo hadn't eaten much for a day and a night, Han Fei decided to go back and check on him, and then quickly hand him over to the other players.

After explaining to Zhao Qian, Han Fei led Li Guo'er out of the Starry Sky Art Hotel. He recalled what Wu Shan had said and glanced at the Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital across the street.

I couldn't find any negative information about Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital on my phone, but even in broad daylight, looking at that hospital still sent chills down my spine.

“Shen Luo ran away from the plastic surgery hospital. Before sending him away, I need to find out what he went through.” Han Fei and Li Guo’er took a taxi back to the company, and he bought some things for Shen Luo on the way.

"Team leader, you've worked hard." As soon as Han Fei stepped out of the convenience store, Li Guo'er appeared at the door with two cups of coffee: "This is on you. I ordered a new flavor today."

"Don't spend money like that anymore. It's not good to drink coffee all the time." Han Fei really didn't dare to drink the beverages that Li Guo'er brought him. He carried the two bags up to the company building.

After playing the game for a while, Han Fei got up and went into the storage room at the far end of the corridor.

After locking the door, Han Fei coughed softly: "Are you still there?"

"You've finally arrived. I thought you'd forgotten about me." A man's voice came from the pile of junk. Shen Luo emerged from his hiding place: "How's the situation outside?"

"The merchants want you to pay them back. They've offered a reward of 50,000 and mobilized everyone to find you." Han Fei then changed the subject: "But there's some good news. I've made contact with other players. Once the sun sets, I'll have them move you to a safe place."

"I can't thank you enough. If you have any financial management questions in the future, you can come to me for advice. In real life, I'm a top investment manager at New Shanghai Investment Center." Shen Luo patted his chest, looking very proud.

"Stop talking about unrealistic things. I've helped you so much, can you just answer a few questions honestly?" Han Fei placed two bags of food and water in front of Shen Luo: "Tell me everything you saw in the plastic surgery hospital, don't leave anything out."

Biting into her bread, Shen Luo recalled her tragic experience: "That plastic surgery hospital was indeed quite special. Deep inside the hospital lived many VIP patients. Their faces were always wrapped in bandages, and they were always watched over by caregivers wherever they went. Those patients didn't like to talk and were like walking corpses. Some of them were even more seriously injured, their whole bodies wrapped in bandages, and they had lost the ability to move."

Have you seen their faces under the bandages?

“I actually saw it.” Shen Luo was indeed no ordinary person: “Once, when the doctor was changing my ward, they got the room number wrong and moved me directly to the intensive care unit. I ended up sharing a room with a fat guy who had suffered severe burns. The doctor was changing his dressings in the middle of the night, and I pretended to be asleep, then secretly peeked at him…”

"What do you see?"

“Underneath the patient’s normal bandages is a bandage that has grown into the flesh and blood; it’s red, and there are very fine blood vessels attached to the surface.” Shen Luo gestured with his hands: “I even suspect that it’s not a fat uncle, but a child wrapped in layers of bandages.”

"A child?" Han Fei had never understood why Fu Sheng had a plastic surgery hospital in his memories of his student days, but now he felt that he was one step closer to the secret deep in Fu Sheng's heart.

(End of this chapter)