My Healing Games

Chapter 762 The Art of Death Competition
Back home, Han Fei logged into the game during the day for the first time.

He used to be very resistant to entering the game, but he changed a lot after leaving Fu Sheng's shrine of memories.

He didn't say it, but he had already made that deepest despair his home.

After a hearty meal, Han Fei put on his gaming helmet.

A crimson aura filled the air. As Han Fei logged into the game, he felt a tightness in his back. The crimson monster that had been back-to-back with him seemed to have climbed onto his shoulder, its body slowly bending downwards.

"I will see you someday."

Opening his eyes, Han Fei found that Ku and Ying Yue were staring at him with great curiosity, as if wondering why he had appeared so early today.

"Are you two good friends now?" Han Fei patted the two children's heads. With the increase in strength, they had grown very tall recently and looked a bit like Ying Yue's older brother.

"Hmm." Ku gave a soft "hmm": "We're about the same age in the building, so we can talk a lot. I'm thinking that after we leave the Deep World, we should build our graves closer together so we can still go out and play together at night."

Children speak without restraint, but their words are indeed sincere.

With his "left and right protectors" by his side, Han Fei ran all the way to the edge of the Black Rain area and entered the Yimin Convenience Store branch opened by Ying Long.

Lifting the lid of the soy sauce jar, Han Fei reached into the shattered skull and grabbed Bu Kaixin's neck.

"I went through so much trouble to find your mother and even paid for her treatment out of my own pocket, and this is how you repay me?" Han Fei used the language of flowers and the ability to touch the secrets deep within the soul, but strangely, neither of these abilities could detect Bu Kaixin's problem. There was no malice in the depths of his soul, only deep regret.

“You said you were going to find your brother, but your mother said she only has one child, and his name is Bumin.”

Upon hearing the name Bu Ming, Bu Kaixin, who was huddled at the bottom of the soy sauce jar, began to tremble all over.

"I originally thought your brother's name was Unhappy?" Han Fei grabbed Bu Kaixin by the neck and pulled him out of his shattered skull. "Who is Bu Ming? How much are you still hiding?"

His soul trembled. The corpse buried in the soy sauce jar sprouted numerous black blood vessels, like plant roots, spreading along the cracks in the jar, as if trying to escape.

“You ran away, what will happen to your mother? Now those bastards in the killing club are doing everything they can to kill him. If it weren’t for me, your mother would have been a corpse an hour ago. You have to tell me the truth before I can help you!”

Han Fei released his grip, and Bu Kaixin's soul, like a small octopus, shrunk back into his skull at top speed in the soy sauce jar.

He only showed his eyes, staring intently at Han Fei.

"Bumin uses different emotions to deal with different situations. Do you think I'm too kind and that I'm a good person, so you want to use this kind of emotion to deal with me?"

With a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, Han Fei usually only showed this smile when he was killing someone.

Bu Kaixin also sensed Han Fei's murderous intent. He felt extremely helpless. He thought he had escaped the gardener's misery, but who knew he would fall into Han Fei's vortex again. In terms of killing intent, Han Fei was more terrifying than any living person he had ever seen before.

Seemingly knowing that if he didn't do something, Han Fei would definitely kill him, Bu Kaixin slowly crawled out of his skull. He plunged his hands into his chest, slowly dissecting the outer shell of his soul to reveal his inner self.

His heart transformed into a vibrant, beautiful seed, imbued with all sorts of human emotions, bringing a unique hue to this deeper world.

"Why are you showing me this? Do you want to donate your heart?"

Upon hearing Han Fei's words, Bu Kaixin shook his head repeatedly. He endured the pain, plucked the seed from his heart, and held it in his palm.

The end of that seed was connected to Bu Kaixin's soul, and his purpose seemed to be to allow that seed to take root, sprout, blossom, and bear fruit.

With curiosity, Han Fei gently touched it, and a refreshing fragrance wafted over. The seed that had been growing in the rotting corpse was like a natural candy, fresh and sweet, and just touching it made him feel very comfortable.

"Something's not right."

Han Fei slowly applied pressure with his fingers. Beneath the beautiful outer shell, the inside of the seed was densely covered with blood vessels, like an eyeball that had been staying up all night for a month.

As the fresh fragrance dissipated, a thick, bloody smell, like ocean waves, surged from the tiny seed.

"Whose memory is this?"

Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of the soul, and with Bu Kaixin's cooperation, he saw a completely different scene than before.

There was a person who looked exactly like Bu Kaixin, eating a blood-stained boxed lunch, sitting in a dark underground studio.

The old walls were covered with various tools, and in the center of the secret room were two wooden tables. Above the tables was a huge mirror, which ensured that the victim could clearly see what he was going through when he lay on the table.

Even more cruelly, the locked room was equipped with adrenaline, pain-amplifying drugs, and various first-aid tools. The killer was intentionally slowing down the killing, treating death as a feast.

The scene shifted, and Bu Kaixin, holding a lunchbox, raised his head. His features were identical to the Bu Kaixin in front of Han Fei, but his aura was completely different. A heavy sense of death settled within him, and even the surrounding air became cold with each breath he took.

The scene deep within his soul shifted again, and a person wearing a guinea pig mask entered the basement. He was very satisfied with Bu Kaixin's performance and spoke a few words.

"To become a core member of us, you must undergo this test."

"Now that death has blossomed, you will be the most beautiful flower. When Xinhu becomes a sea of ​​flowers, you will be reborn in a new world."

Having taught himself lip reading, Han Fei managed to repeat what the other person said.

"I'll take you across the bridge."

The guinea pig mask held a mirror up in front of Bu Kaixin: "Are you willing to lose happiness and never be able to smile again?"

Bu Kaixin nodded, and then the reflection in the mirror began to laugh, while he himself became even more sinister.

"Are you willing to be ruled by rage and receive the blessings of the gods?"

Are you willing to embrace death, chase death, and spread death?

Are you willing to be your true self?

Bu Kaixin passed the first few questions smoothly, but an unexpected problem arose with the last question.

He nodded, wanting to become his true self, but the image in the mirror clashed with the image in reality. The emotions that had been stripped away began to surge back, plunging him into a state of frenzy and fragmentation, his facial expressions changing every second.

He picked up the tools on the wall and scratched his face and stabbed his body, but no matter what he did, he couldn't go back to normal.

When he was soaked in blood, a look of bewilderment appeared on Bu Kaixin's face. The brutal and crazy man he had been at the beginning was gone, replaced by a silly and foolish big boy.

The guinea pig mask looked at this and its eyes were filled with disappointment.

"The mirror of the gods does not lie. The person you most wanted to be is such a good-for-nothing. I am truly disappointed in you."

Covered in blood, Bu Kaixin was pushed towards the mirror by the guinea pig mask, and the scene in the seed ended there.

Cloth Kaixin curled up in the soy sauce jar, looking at Han Fei with some fear. Han Fei held his "heart core" in his hand, and the other party could destroy his soul at any time.

"The Guinea Pig Mask is a core member. The mirror in his hand should be from the Deep World, and the god he talks about is very likely the unspeakable thing from the Black Rain region."

Hatred can influence reality through special means, including unspeakable ones, and its impact is far more profound and terrifying than hatred itself.

"Those madmen seem to be looking for special living people."

Han Fei frowned slightly. There were countless connections between this Black Rain region and reality, and he became increasingly interested in the ghosts hidden deep within this region.

Without further exploiting Bu Kaixin, Han Fei put him back under the Black Rain and then went to the club himself.

The gardener was not around, so Han Fei chatted with the dancer for a while.

He tried to extract useful information from the dancer, but the old dancer wouldn't listen. He was only willing to teach Han Fei how to dance and wouldn't say anything else.

As time passed, Han Fei upgraded all his hobbies to advanced levels, and then took some time to complete an F-level ordinary mission in the Black Rain area before hurriedly logging off. He had some very important things to deal with today.

After exiting the game, Han Fei logged into his Sunny Boy virtual account and checked the emails from the Gray Zone.

"The offline gathering for the death management group chat is today. I should still be able to make it there if I go now."

After changing into a set of clothes he had never worn before, Han Fei knew that the place he was going to was dangerous. This time, he did not bother the taxi driver, but rented a motorcycle and headed to Dolphin Bay alone.

While other people's online friends usually meet up for food and drinks, Han Fei and his friends' offline gatherings are quite different.

Wearing the clown mask he had taken from Corpse Bay, Han Fei sped along the highway on his motorcycle, looking nothing like a normal person.

At 3:30 a.m., Han Fei arrived near Dolphin Bay according to the navigation. Contrary to his expectations, there were still quite a few people living there, and it was not as desolate as he had imagined.

Avoiding the lights, Han Fei moved slowly through the darkness, like a giant crocodile lurking underwater. Wherever he went, darkness gradually spread.

"The room where the girl on the invitation died is here."

The further north you go, the fewer lights there are. The locals seem to know that a murder has occurred here, so they rarely come here.

After crossing the street, Han Fei parked his motorcycle in a back alley, climbed over the courtyard wall, and entered a very dilapidated residential area.

This is where the girl was murdered. However, due to various reasons, there are still residents in the community who have not moved out, most of whom are elderly people with no one to rely on.

"Why hold a party here? Aren't they afraid of being discovered?"

Upon entering Building 5, Han Fei looked at the various advertisements plastered on the walls. The filth and darkness forgotten by the mainstream were all displayed on the walls: illegal clinics, lost children, and all sorts of contraband. The dirty walls resembled a black market in the gray area.

"The times are developing too fast, and these corners have been overlooked."

Han Fei pushed open the door to the third floor and stopped at the entrance.

The floor between the second and third floors has been hollowed out, leaving a large hole at the entrance; one could easily fall through.

Am I the only one who came here at this time?

Han Fei looked into the room. On the yellowish walls, someone had written "Give me back my life" crookedly in red paint. Various pieces of furniture were piled up haphazardly, covered with a large patch of black stuff, which he couldn't tell was blood or mold.

Taking a breath, Han Fei walked along the corner of the wall. He first checked the kitchen and bathroom, and finally pushed open the slightly ajar bedroom door.

A faint fishy smell wafted from the room, and Han Fei discovered that there were four other people in the bedroom besides him.

A fisherman in black rubber shoes, a middle-aged man in a suit, a skinny female patient, and a disheveled homeless man.

The four people stood at the four corners of the bedroom, facing a television set inside the room.

"Someone even came wearing a mask, how professional." The middle-aged man was carrying a briefcase; he gave the impression of being off work, coming to play a murder mystery game with his friends.

"Hello, I am Deep Sea." The fisherman smiled at Han Fei, revealing a mouthful of crooked teeth. He was extremely ugly, like a deep-sea fish.

Han Fei nodded, showing no intention of introducing himself.

"Weren't there twenty people in that group? How come only a few of us have come?"

"Some didn't dare to come, and some came too early and went to catch up on sleep." The homeless man scratched his dirty, messy hair and spat into the large hole in the middle of the bedroom.

The group looked towards the cave entrance and saw two corpses lying on the ground on the second floor. They were sleeping peacefully and would probably never wake up again.

A dozen minutes later, the door on the third floor was pushed open again, and an ordinary-looking old man walked in.

He was blinded and probably made a living by begging. He walked with a shaky gait and looked very pitiful.

"Is anyone home? I'm here to deliver a message." The old man stopped right in front of the large hole in the doorway. If he took another step forward, he would fall through and be impaled by the exposed steel bars.

"A letter?" Han Fei was the first to walk out, take the letter from the old man's hand, and then shoo the old man out of the room.

"You're so kind. I really want to be friends with someone like you." The other four people had been looking at the old man with great anticipation, but because of Han Fei's presence, the show they were expecting didn't happen, and they were now somewhat dissatisfied.

Han Fei didn't care what those people thought at all. He opened the letter, which contained only a few simple sentences.

"Congratulations on finding the right time. This offline meeting is mainly to select new core members. You will use this almost abandoned town as your stage to start the death art competition. The new core members of the death spread group chat will be selected from among the twenty of you."

(End of this chapter)