My Healing Games

Chapter 770 Han Fei's Choice: The Laughing Maniac
"I'm willing to be you, are you willing to tell me the truth?"

Han Fei did not lie; he had thought about it for a long time before giving his wildly laughing reply.

It's unfair that all the pain is borne by Laughter alone; the healing personality, the black box—these things should have belonged to Laughter.

“I said a long time ago that you heal them, and I will heal you. That’s my choice.”

The bells of the Crimson Orphanage stopped ringing, and the crimson hue that enveloped the orphanage seemed to fade a little. Fine raindrops fell on the fence, and time seemed to flow backward to a rainy night many years ago.

The children's voices came from the orphanage, their innocent words carrying a maturity that was completely out of character for their age.

"After a person dies, will they no longer feel pain and sorrow?"

“They say that when you die you can go to your father’s and mother’s world, but I’m not like you. I don’t know who my father and mother are, and I’ve never met them.”

"Han Fei, can I ask you for a favor?"

"You say it."

"Kill me, okay?"

The tattered dolls in the room were torn to shreds, and blood-red cotton wadding was flying everywhere.

"I don't want to become a monster. Can you play with me like before?"

"Han Fei, why are you ignoring me? I've become a good student in the teachers' eyes. I've taken all the medicine and done everything they asked me to do. Why aren't you happy for me?"

"Han Fei, I don't understand why everyone is staying away from me. Can you open the door? You're my only friend now."

"May I ask you for one last thing: tie the rope between my head and body securely..."

A handmade clay head placed in the aisle rolled off, with a red rope resembling a blood vessel running between its head and body.

"The doctor said you can eat away my pain and relieve my mental stress, but you're just a useless little brat. Go away! I don't need you to eat away my pain!"

"Stand still! I'm the oldest kid here. If you dare tell anyone that I beat you up, you're dead! Get out!"

"Cry! Why aren't you crying! You've lost so much blood, how can you still be laughing!"

"I've almost beaten you to death! Why aren't you fighting back! Come on! Take those sharpened chopsticks and kill me!"

"Han Fei, I just hope you can kill me without any burden, without any guilt or sadness. This is the last thing I can do for you. I'm a useless older brother, aren't I?"

The wooden horse in the yard was pushed over by a force, and knife marks appeared on its belly. It was clear that the person who wielded the knife had broken down at this moment.

"I heard you're the worst kid here? Their deaths seem to be related to you? Why aren't you saying anything? Don't try to hide it, I'm not like you. I was put in a separate category in the IQ test."

"What are you worried about every day? The experiments here are a piece of cake for me, there's no difficulty at all. Just lie down and I'll lead everyone away."

"The logic of this world is actually very simple: one percent of geniuses lead ninety-nine percent of ordinary people forward... Don't interrupt me. I don't feel tired. The injury on my face was from an accident."

"Don't give up! Don't be discouraged, hang in there! We can all graduate smoothly! Believe me, I'm number two! I'm a genius whose IQ crushes yours!"

"They thought I was a bit dangerous, so they gave me a pair of prosthetic eyes. Doesn't that just show they're afraid? They're afraid of me!"

"Why are you crying! Don't worry, as long as you're still thinking, I'll definitely get you away from here!"

"Han Fei? Didn't we meet this morning? I haven't been thinking clearly lately."

"Han Fei? When was the last time we met? Was it just now?"

"Excuse me, who are you? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"

"Stranger, could you do me a favor and smash my brain, which is full of tubes and soaked in a jar?"

"Thanks……"

A flowerpot filled with blood fell from the windowsill, splattering sticky soil all over the floor.

The voices of children rang out, their memories so vivid. Han Fei had grown up, yet their words still echoed in the Crimson Orphanage.

They were trapped here, and Han Fei himself had not been able to get out.

Twenty-nine different voices appeared in various places in the Crimson Orphanage, and blood flowers bloomed one after another. Throughout the whole process, he stood in the classroom, as if everything around him was irrelevant, except that this time he did not laugh wildly.

As the night rain was about to stop, the voice of the last child slowly rang out in the classroom.

"Goodbye, Han Fei, the doctor is coming to pick me up."

"My last wish is that you can be happy every day and never lose your smile."

The child's voice had barely faded when the maniacal laughter in the classroom began to turn into frenzied self-harm. The bell of the Blood Orphanage rang again, sending a crimson wave of shock through Han Fei's mind.

He wanted to understand the past of the maniac and was willing to reach out his hand, but the maniac still couldn't escape that shadow. His will seemed to be bound by thirty chains. As long as he touched the past, he would go completely mad and lose all reason.

While laughing maniacally, Han Fei's consciousness was forcibly squeezed out of his mind, and all he could hear were the last wishes of those thirty children.

"What have they gone through that they would want laughter to kill them?"

The innocent voices of the children lingered around Han Fei. These thirty children were not just a simple number; each of them was an independent soul and a life.

"The first child who wanted to die, the child who obeyed the orphanage, the eldest brother who hoped to alleviate the psychological pressure of mad laughter, and finally, only the number two brain remained... and the child who hoped that mad laughter could make him happy every day."

Something deep in his memory was touched. Part of the outer wall of the blood-red orphanage melted away. The hysterical laughter and the voices of the thirty children intertwined. Han Fei no longer consciously thought, but completely immersed himself in the voices of those desperate children.

The dance in the darkness changed; dead souls appeared on the mirrors, crowding around the stage as if they were participants in the ritual.

On stage, Han Fei seemed to be an ancient priest, and the blind old man's dance seemed to be a bridge to communicate with the gods. At this moment, this bridge connected Han Fei with the maniacal laughter.

Having let down his guard, Han Fei immersed himself in the memories of the Crimson Orphanage. He took the initiative to communicate with Kuang Xiao, allowing the orphanage that had been buried in his mind to slowly merge with the rest of his mind.

As the dance ended, the souls inside the room seemed to sense something terrifying and began to flee. All the mirrors went dark, except for the one facing the stage, which reflected Han Fei's own image.

Han Fei on stage and Han Fei in the mirror look at each other. They are clearly the same person, but the aura they exude is completely different.

Without any communication, a small bloody handprint appeared in the mirror, and children dressed in orphanage clothes timidly emerged from behind the maniacal laughter, one after another.

They were all killed by the Mad Laugh, yet they remained standing behind him even in death. They were the shackles that bound the Mad Laugh for life, the lingering ghosts and burdens he could never shake off, and all that the Mad Laugh possessed.

“This mirror can see all the people you killed. He and those children are standing in the mirror. I think you can understand what he means, right?” The blind old man’s empty eye sockets moved from behind Han Fei to the mirror: “You made your choice, and it seems he made his choice too.”

Han Fei didn't speak. He reached out towards the mirror, but the mirror couldn't withstand it, and cracks appeared rapidly.

"Oh no!" The blind old man used all his strength to bump Han Fei aside. He was already very fast, but the mirror was still covered with cracks and could shatter at any moment!

Han Fei, who had fallen to the side of the stage, also came to his senses. He quickly glanced at his attribute panel and was relieved that the old man wasn't some kind of vicious ghost or monster, otherwise, with his meager health, he would have been finished just now.

"It almost shattered! Do you even realize how close you came to disaster?!" The blind old man touched the cracks in the mirror. "Every mirror in the club is the eye of a god. By breaking a mirror, you're practically blinding the god's eye!"

"The deity you're talking about must be the unspeakable one, right?" Han Fei, now fully awake, pointed to the dark clouds outside the window: "My friend said the dark clouds in this area are a ghost..."

"Don't talk nonsense, and don't discuss it with anyone!" The blind old man touched the mirror with heartache. "The gardener hasn't returned; he's probably in trouble. The club can't afford any more problems. Don't come over for the next few days, understand?"

"why?"

"You're asking me why?" The blind old man punched the air in anger. "If you really have nothing better to do, go and deliver a letter for me."

Seemingly to get Han Fei out of the way, the old man took out a crumpled envelope from his pocket: "This complex of buildings shrouded in dark clouds is divided into an inner area and an outer area. We are currently in the outer area. Take this letter and walk along the street for a few blocks. When you can look up and see that skyscraper, you've reached the inner area."

"Inner area? Outer area?"

“The inner district is many times more chaotic and dangerous than here, but with the club’s black umbrella, no one should give you any trouble.” The blind old man seemed to be convincing himself: “Once you get to the inner district, you need to find a Western-style building full of flowers; the gardener should be there.”

"Any other hints?"

"That villa is very luxurious, and it even has a very large swimming pool. It's easy to find." The old man handed the crumpled letter to Han Fei, and at the same time, a system notification appeared in Han Fei's mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully triggered an E-rank normal mission - Deliver a Message."

"Delivering the message: Delivering messages to ghosts is the job of underworld messengers, but everyone believes you are capable of doing it. Please complete the task without any other resentment or hatred, and deliver the message in the shortest possible time!"

"Attention! The earlier the delivery time, the greater the reward! If the delivery time is more than three hours, the reward will be halved; if the delivery time is more than four hours, there will be no reward; if the delivery time is more than five hours, the other club members' friendliness towards you will decrease, and you will also receive other random penalties!"

Han Fei does need to complete a mission, but he doesn't want to directly enter the dangerous inner area.

"Grandpa, are you sure I can handle this job?" Han Fei's health was still being absorbed by the shrine. Even if he kept eating the meat Xu Qin made, he couldn't raise his health to a safe level.

"Who knew you could shatter this mirror? I've already made it very clear: the mirror is the eye of the gods. You've punched the eye socket of a god directly. How could it not be angry?" The blind old man urged Han Fei to leave: "Go quickly. You must personally deliver the letter to the gardener. You can't trust anyone else."

"Alright, I will deliver the letter to the gardener. You must wait for me to return." Han Fei looked at the shards on the mirror, then at the blind old man.

"It's just delivering a message, don't make it sound so scary, like you'll never see me again." The blind old man covered the mirror with a black cloth and dragged Han Fei away from the dance studio.

To prevent Han Fei from returning, he personally escorted Han Fei to the club entrance and locked the door from the inside after Han Fei left.

"Was he worried that I would get hurt, so he chose to bear the danger alone? The old man is so kind." It has to be said that Han Fei has a very good attitude.

After greeting Xu Qin and raising the black umbrella, Han Fei, with the help of hatred, stuffed the Great Evil into the ghost pattern.

"The system told me to deliver the message alone, without any other resentment or hatred accompanying me, but Da Nie isn't really a ghost." Han Fei stroked Da Nie's head, which was reluctantly merging with the ghost pattern: "It's just a little cutie."

(End of this chapter)