My Healing Games

Chapter 722 The Inn Where Personalities Rest

"No wonder I didn't receive an invitation this time; my name and soul have been stolen by the Mad Laugh..."

Excruciating pain shot through his entire body, especially his face. Han Fei's features seemed to be burning. He lay in the darkness, clenching his teeth.

The maniacal laughter took away a part of his memory; Han Fei didn't know what the real deal was.

He struggled to stand up, but his body felt like it wasn't his own. After crawling a few meters in a certain direction, he collapsed.

The hysterical laughter slowly faded away, and Han Fei felt as if he had been abandoned by the world, surrounded only by endless darkness.

The maniac laugh took Han Fei's face; he wanted to replace Han Fei in this world. People would see a new Han Fei appear, and they would never imagine that the real Han Fei would be abandoned in this dark room.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the pain on Han Fei's face lessened a bit. He vaguely heard his phone ringing continuously, and there seemed to be a faint ray of light in front of him.

With a forced glance upwards, Han Fei saw a remnant of kindness, wrapped in a phone, squatting in front of him.

"Fu Sheng?"

The lingering regret before us is Fu Sheng, imprisoned in a mirror by a "dream." In order to help him escape the mirror, Han Fei put him into the Death Slaughter Knife at the plastic surgery hospital.

In the memory shrine of the plastic surgery hospital, Han Fei changed Fu Sheng's fate, but Fu Sheng later chose to go back to his old ways. He left his kindness and memories in the plastic surgery hospital and went to the amusement park alone.

Upon seeing Han Fei awaken, the lingering spirit smiled, handed the mask and butcher's knife from the ground to Han Fei, and then walked away into the distance.

In the dark room at the center of the maze, amidst boundless despair, Fu Sheng's kindness seemed to be the only candlelight. He carried a faint light as he walked ahead to guide Han Fei.

This final black room was enormous, seemingly without boundaries; Han Fei even felt as if he were walking inside a black box.

Time lost its meaning, had no reference point, no direction. Han Fei simply followed Fu Sheng's kindness silently, and they walked for a very long time.

Fu Sheng, who was walking ahead, stopped walking only when the wound on Han Fei's cheek stopped bleeding and the stinging sensation gradually subsided.

He turned back and smiled at Han Fei, then his body dissipated into the darkness, merging into the despairing wind.

"Fu Sheng!"

Han Fei reached out to grab the other person, but grabbed nothing. Following the direction where Fu Sheng's good intentions disappeared, he saw a faint light coming from not far away.

"Is that the exit?"

As Han Fei took a step forward, the light in his vision gradually became clearer, and after a few minutes, he finally saw everything clearly.

In the heart of boundless darkness stood a dilapidated, cracked hotel, its light emanating from its windows.

"Why is there such a building in the center of the maze? Why did Fu Sheng's kindness lead me here?"

Slowly moving forward, Han Fei saw the inn's sign. Apart from the character "heart" which was still barely recognizable, the other characters had been erased by time.

"Is this the secret at the deepest part of the labyrinth? A hotel called the Heart?"

As Han Fei approached the hotel entrance, he hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. He endured the pain and put the smiling mask back on.

"I look scary right now, I'd better put on a mask."

Slowly pushing open the hotel door, with a soft creak, Han Fei felt everything related to the black box on his body rapidly disappearing. The simple act of entering the door stripped him of all the ghost markings on his body.

The feeling was very peculiar, like someone jumping into water, but at the moment of entry, the body and soul separated. The body floated on the surface, while the soul plunged into the deep water.

"Am I inside the black box right now?" The black box has many layers. Only by opening each layer can you finally see the secret inside. Han Fei felt that he was in one of the layers of the black box.

He cautiously peered into the hotel; the dilapidated building was unremarkable.

Next to the main entrance is a large hall for guests to rest. At the corner of the hall, there is a passageway leading to the backyard and a wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

Everything was very ordinary; what was extraordinary were the travelers gathered in the hotel at this moment.

Hearing the noise from the doorway, several eyes turned to Han Fei. Besides Han Fei, many other people had already arrived at the inn.

His gaze swept over the figures, finally settling on the sofa in the hall. A handsome young man who looked exactly like him was squatting beside the sofa, carefully taking care of the unconscious woman on it.

The quiet young man who looked exactly like him was laughing wildly, while the woman on the sofa who was unconscious and wearing glasses was Li Guo'er.

With a maniacal laugh that had stolen Han Fei's face, he carried Li Guo'er to the inn, wanting to completely replace Han Fei and obtain everything Han Fei had once possessed.

Noticing Han Fei's gaze, Kuang Xiao smiled politely at him, as if it were their first meeting.

Apart from the maniacal laughter, everyone else in the hall had serious expressions, and the air inside was heavy, as if something terrible had happened not long ago.

"Please find a seat." The man standing in the center of the hall gestured for Han Fei to come over. He was wearing a police officer's uniform, tall and burly, with regular features, and looked upright.

On a wooden chair next to the police officer lay a middle-aged man who was seriously injured. The man was wearing a blood-stained shirt, had only one arm, and had large bruises on his face and neck.

"One arm, seriously injured..."

Han Fei thought of someone, but he didn't speak. Instead, he walked to a corner of the hall and sat down on a wooden chair.

"There shouldn't be any other tourists, right?" The officer's gaze swept over the crowd. After a moment's pause, he lifted the black cloth from the dining table in the hall: "That means the murderer is among us."

The stench of blood filled my nostrils. Under the black tablecloth lay a male corpse; the back of the victim's head had been pried open and his brain removed.

Next to the deceased's head, there was a black box.

"How long have you been trapped here? Don't you know that the outside world is in complete chaos? Our top priority is to find a way out, not to continue this infighting." The man who spoke seemed to be a tourist who had entered the amusement park and had accidentally wandered here, unable to find his way out.

"Are you saying this to defend the murderer?" The officer stared at the man. "Or are you saying you'd rather live with a murderer? Aren't you afraid he'll continue committing crimes and make you his next target?"

No one in the hall objected anymore, and the officer was very satisfied with everyone's cooperation: "Everyone, tell us your names, occupations, and where you went and what you did last night."

The inn was deathly silent. After a long while, the oldest man coughed twice. He was in poor health and couldn't stay in one position for long: "Let me start. I'm the owner of this inn and have been running this shop for a long time. However, I have severe amnesia, and I've forgotten when I opened this shop. I think I was here before the amusement park was built."

He moved his body with some difficulty: "Last night I boiled water and put it in the living room, but I didn't see anyone suspicious. I myself could not possibly be the murderer. Even if I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn't have the ability."

When the innkeeper coughed, a young man wearing a ghost mask next to him quickly poured him a glass of water and handed it to him.

“Xiao Fu is the only waiter in the shop, and he is also my grandson. I will hand over the shop to him to manage in the future, and he has no reason to commit murder.” The boss was very protective of the young waiter next to him.

While the group was talking, Han Fei's gaze lingered on the waiter for a moment; the waiter gave him a feeling very similar to F.

The officer nodded and looked at the only conscious woman in the lobby: "Are you a tourist too?"

The woman looked exhausted, but her eyes were incredibly determined: "I'm not a tourist. I entered the maze to find my child, Fu Sheng, and I'm going to take him home."

Upon hearing the woman's voice, Han Fei looked away. Even with his masterful acting skills, he was worried that he might lose control of his emotions and reveal his weakness.

The only conscious woman in the hotel was the wife; she had walked here step by step without a map or directions.

"Don't make me rush you. Take your time and speak in order. No one can get away with anything." The officer didn't make things difficult for the woman and looked at the next person.

"I'm a magician from the park. I fled here because things are in chaos outside." Sitting next to the woman was a very handsome man with a somewhat androgynous voice. He wore a ring on each finger and was adorned with many dolls.

“I also fled here to escape those lunatics.” The middle-aged man who had previously argued with the police officer spoke up: “You can call me the screenwriter. I came to the amusement park to find inspiration, but I didn’t expect to have so much inspiration that it would burst my brains.”

"Screenwriter?" Han Fei's gaze lingered on the middle-aged man for a while. His backpack used to be full of scripts, but unfortunately, the backpack had long been lost.

After the middle-aged screenwriter finished speaking, the room fell silent again, and everyone looked behind him.

In the corner of the hall sat a dirty little girl, her face filled with terror, her body curled up, seemingly a mute person with some mental issues.

“This little girl couldn’t possibly be the murderer, could she?” The middle-aged screenwriter picked up a water glass from the coffee table. “However, she could be a witness. It’s because she saw the murderer that she was too scared to speak.”

"next."

“My turn?” The young man, who looked exactly like Han Fei, stood up. He was refined, quiet and reserved. “My name is Han Fei, and I am an actor.”

After he uttered the name, everyone in the hotel stared at him, but each person looked at him differently.

"What is your relationship with this woman? Why have you been taking care of her?"

"She is my subordinate and friend. Without her help, I wouldn't have made it here alive, so I would never abandon her no matter what." The man laughed wildly, saying the same words Han Fei would say, and his voice was just like Han Fei's.

“You’re quite loyal.” The officer pulled on the rope and pressed the man, who only had one arm, against the table. “I’m a detective. I followed the fugitive into the amusement park and eventually caught him. This guy is the fugitive.”

The middle-aged man slumped on the table was extremely weak. His eyes were filled with regret and pain as he looked at the police officer. As the officer finished speaking, he shouted with all his might, "Don't believe him! I'm a police officer chasing criminals. This 'person' is the fugitive!"

No matter how much the middle-aged man shouted, no one around was willing to speak up, and the police officers watched him silently with a cold smile on their lips.

"One last person is needed." The officer ignored the one-armed fugitive and, along with everyone else, looked at Han Fei, who was wearing a mask: "What's your name?"

"I..." The blood scabs under Han Fei's mask had not yet dried. He knew that the maniac was staring at him. After a moment, he slowly said in a hoarse voice, "My name is Fu Yi."

Almost the instant she heard the name, the only woman who was still conscious changed her expression. Her gaze lingered between the maniacal laughter and Han Fei, finally settling on Han Fei.

(End of this chapter)