My Healing Games

Analysis of Chapter 751, "The Butcher of Dawn"

Now that he's already here, what can Shen Luo do?
Han Fei, whom he regarded as his only support, began to select masks and "murder weapons." Now, Shen Luo was helpless and alone, with no one to turn to.

"When watching this kind of performance, it's best to wear a mask to cover up your distorted, excited expression." Han Fei handed a clown rhinoceros mask to Shen Luo. He had specially chosen a mask with distinctive features so that if a conflict occurred after entering, Shen Luo wouldn't be accidentally injured.

"Thank you so much." Having just escaped the Ghost Cave, only to fall into the Demon's Nest, Shen Luo took the mask, trembling as he put it on, and then found a protective suit to wear.

"You two are so slow. If you dawdle any longer, the performance will be over." The parrot-like man urged impatiently, his words revealing his disdain for Han Fei and Shen Luo, as if a top gourmet were seeing country bumpkins entering a high-class restaurant for the first time.

"It'll be ready soon." Shen Luo rummaged through a pile of "weapons" for a long time before finally pulling out a long saw that looked quite menacing.

“You certainly know how to enjoy yourself.” The parrot glanced at the saw in Shen Luo’s hand, gestured for the two to take out their phones and show the messages. After looking at their “garbled” messages, he pushed open a hidden door behind the counter and led the two into the underground.

Unlike the dilapidated state above ground, the underground structures were extremely luxurious, resembling an ancient arena built specifically for nobles.

The walls were spotless, without a trace of blood or even a speck of dust, which was completely different from the murder club Han Fei had imagined.

There was no smell of blood in the air, only a rich, strong aroma of wine.

The three of them went down the stairs, through a long corridor, and into the first hall.

“You’re still in the evaluation stage and aren’t official club members yet, so you can only sit in the last three rows. But there are very few people today, so I’ll make an exception for you. Please sit wherever you like.” The parrot-like man waved his hand, and a waitress carrying a tray walked over from the corner of the hall.

Unlike the bunny girl waitresses Shen Luo had imagined, this waitress's face was covered by a black mask, and the clothes she wore looked as if they were sewn onto her flesh.

"Is this a smart butler?" Shen Luo felt that the other party was like his own smart butler, looking like a person, but in reality, it was just an empty shell.

“No, she’s a person, a living person just like you and me.” The parrot-man was very satisfied with Shen Luo’s reaction: “Once you become a formal member of the club, you can do whatever you want to her, but I still have to remind you that everything you do here comes at a price.”

The parrot-like man stared at the waitress with unbridled arrogance: "She once wanted to join the club, but unfortunately, she failed the review. Then she made a wrong choice, which led to her becoming like this."

"Did she... kill someone too?" Shen Luo had initially felt sorry for her, but now he was filled with fear.

"The number of men who have died at her hands is probably more than the number of women you've held hands with," the parrot-like man chuckled sinisterly.

"So she hasn't killed anyone yet," Shen Luo replied honestly, abruptly interrupting the parrot-man's somewhat grating laughter.

The waitress was completely oblivious to the noise around her. She placed the tray in front of Han Fei, on which was a single glass of wine.

"Your work is inferior, filled with anger and pure venting, devoid of any aesthetic appeal. It's only worth this glass of wine." The parrot-like man, who had intended to chat with Han Fei a little longer, suddenly noticed a metal ring on his wrist light up: "Why is a VIP member here at this hour?"

He completely ignored Han Fei and Shen Luo and quickly ran out of Hall One.

After the waiter and the parrot man had both left, Shen Luo nervously asked Han Fei, "Are you crazy? What are you doing in a place like this?!"

"Didn't you want to come? I already told you, the performances here are very explicit, and you clearly had an expectant look on your face back then." Han Fei found a seat close to the aisle and sat down.

"Why are you still sitting down?! Are you really going to watch the show here?!" This was the first time Shen Luo had experienced something like this. He felt that now was the best time to escape, but unfortunately the car keys were with Han Fei, and he himself was not confident that he could break out on his own.

“If their performance involves murder, we can save more people here.” Han Fei stroked the blade; he was so familiar with knives that holding one made him feel at ease.

"If you're going to save someone, don't take me with you! I'm a burden!" Shen Luo, wearing a rhinoceros mask, was so anxious that his voice cracked.

Shh, someone's coming.

A moment later, the parrot-man led a couple into the lobby. The two were inseparable and looked very affectionate, like a young couple in love on a date at the movie theater.

The woman had a great figure and wore a lion mask; the man was tall and strong and wore a penguin mask.

More notably, neither of them was wearing protective suits or carrying any weapons; they simply put the items into a few plastic bags.

With VIP members present, Shen Luo immediately fell silent. It wasn't that he was stage-frightened; in this place, being too talkative could really get you killed.

"This couple works out regularly; their muscles are well-proportioned and aesthetically pleasing, clearly the result of dedicated training. They also take excellent care of their bodies. Their clothes look simple, but they're actually designer brands that are hard for ordinary people to afford. It seems the members of this murder club are much wealthier than the students at Sunday night school."

Since the two organizations target different groups, Han Fei cannot yet determine whether the mastermind behind them is the same person.

After the VIP members arrived, the parrot-like man behaved completely differently than before, running back and forth and constantly urging the backstage staff.

Just three minutes later, the curtain in the center of the hall was pulled back, and a simple stage appeared in the middle of the hall.

"The show has begun."

The lights dimmed, and the doors on both sides of the stage opened, revealing a woman in a black dress dragging a heavy suitcase.

The woman, wearing a mask of death, opened her suitcase, revealing a thin, unconscious man inside.

With the help of the waiter, the woman secured it to the stage.

Shen Luo, who was already finding it hard to watch, wanted to cover his eyes, but Han Fei stopped him.

After the man was secured, the woman pulled out a white suitcase containing a complete sheepskin, with everything preserved, from the hollowed-out head to the soft tail.

"The name of this work is 'Lamb'."

"There are two lambs lying on the stage, one a body and the other a soul. One was born on a pasture and later sold to a butcher; the other was raised in a city called wisdom and later sold to a butcher."

“From birth, they have always followed the rules set by their owners, living in the enclosure, ignoring the dangers outside, living a carefree life. Their lives are like this fur, pure white and soft. They are the perfect victims.”

The woman wearing a death mask explained her idea to the audience. After she finished speaking, she opened a cabinet next to the stage, which contained all sorts of props.

"I will sew the soul and body of the lamb together and create the purest death by hand."

The woman was particularly fond of cleanliness, and her movements were very elegant. The process of selecting tools was like a ritual master inspecting some kind of ceremony.

After selecting the appropriate tool, the woman returned to the center of the stage and injected a dose into the man's body. He slowly awoke from his slumber and stared in horror at everything around him.

The couple in the audience finally became interested. The victim would be fully conscious and watch as he was slowly stuffed into the lamb's fur, his flesh becoming thinner and thinner, while the pure white lamb would gradually "grow."

The man tried to shout, but his throat had been tampered with beforehand, leaving him only able to struggle helplessly.

The audience was somewhat dissatisfied that no screams could be heard, but the woman wearing the Grim Reaper mask didn't care and continued to do as she pleased.

She meticulously planned the man's body, drawing lines on his skin as if she were carving an expensive piece of jade.

The woman's actions reminded Han Fei of a hidden profession in the deeper world—the Death Designer, a profession he had once obtained the minimum qualification for.

"I originally thought those guys in the deep world were already weird enough, but reality gave me a heavy blow. It turns out that choosing to open the black box and see both sides was the right thing to do. Both worlds have garbage that needs to be cleaned up."

Han Fei is about to make his move; if he doesn't act soon, the innocent man on the stage will be dismembered.

"Could you please interrupt me for a moment?" Han Fei stood up, holding his wine glass.

Shen Luo kept winking at him, signaling him not to step forward, but Han Fei seemed not to see it.

“Interrupting someone is very impolite. You’d better give me a reason.” The woman wearing the Grim Reaper mask was somewhat displeased, and the sharp knife in her hand was almost touching the man’s neck.

“Sheep are sheep, and people are people. No matter how you try to confuse them, they are still different species. All this talk is just an excuse for your murders, and a very low-level and childish one at that.” Han Fei walked toward the stage with his wine glass in hand. “Turning people into sheep isn’t interesting. What I’m more interested in is the difference between people. For example, you and this victim are both human, but I feel that your souls must be completely different. I really want to dissect your brains and see the differences between you.”

The Grim Reaper woman stood beside the thin man, holding a knife. Her face was covered by a mask, and Han Fei could only see her cold eyes.

It was a very peculiar look in his eyes, as if he had already given up on everything.

"You...want to kill me?" The woman's pupils gradually narrowed.

“I’m not trying to kill you. I just want to complete my work.” Han Fei took out his short knife, no longer bothering to hide his intentions: “The name of this work is ‘The Butcher of Dawn’.”

(End of this chapter)